Greeted by locals, the pickup took the jeep to a hacienda in the heart of the city, a place that was unusually prosperous, at least for a country like Mexico, unlike the country farms where Paul lived.

The entrance is a large stone arch, on both sides of the arch are rows of anchovy bananas, get off the car, accompanied by several militants, through the anchovies, Song Wenbin came to an area of more than 3,000 square meters of manor, the manor is embellished with beige rocks and green feather grass, in which the growth of towering plantains and swaying needle grass, in a very simple and rough way to show the strength of the owner of this place.

Walking through the tree-lined outer courtyard, everyone came to the inner courtyard, where there is a huge blue swimming pool, and there are more than a dozen women with excellent figures and looks lying by the pool like a movie theater, basking in the sun, sipping champagne, and curiously watching the arrival of Song Wenbin and others.

After arriving here, Song Wenbin and Paul were stopped. Paul skillfully found a sun lounger next to several Latin beauties and sat Song Wenbin down.

Those beauties are not skilled, as soon as Song Wenbin sat down, they stuck to the left and right, and touched his chest and thighs with soft fingers.

“don‘t touch me。”

The teacher opened those palms with a very anti-human attitude and said coldly.

The beautiful girls on both sides were a little confused, and Paul looked tired of the teacher's appearance, and spread his hands helplessly.

The woman smiled, stood up gracefully, and walked away with her ass twisted.

"I'm tired of the teacher, little Morissa will come out later, have you figured out what to say?" After the woman left, Paul whispered to Song Wenbin.

"What?" Song Wenbin was shocked: "Have I promised to help you?" ”

"But I've already told him."

Surprised, Paul asked him, "Why don't you think we're here?" ”

Damn bastard!

Song Wenbin roared in his heart.

If you want to say that the thing he hates the most, there is no one who tests his bottom line step by step like cutting a sausage. Just like his former damned, unruly classmates, as long as they show that little bit of kindness, these guys will be like flies, borrowing more than once. After he filmed the show and opened the company, these things happened in an endless stream. He doesn't know how many times he has refused in China, but now that he has gone abroad, he still can't escape this psoriasis-like temptation.

"What if I refuse." He spoke coldly and coldly at great disgust.

"I hate the teacher, I sincerely hope, pray, beg, you don't do this, for me, for yourself, and for your colleagues." Paul said earnestly.

Song Wenbin squinted at him.

"It's not like me, little Morissa, it's really going to kill." Paul said worriedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the gate of the beige building in front of the pool opened, and a loud voice came from it.

“Paul， amigo mío！”

Song Wenbin stopped staring at Paul and turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from.

It was a middle-aged man dressed like a Hollywood star, with a tasteful stubble, a loose silk robe, and a cigar, accompanied by two beautiful women, who went out into the courtyard, opened his arms to Paul, and said enthusiastically: "Hace mucho tiempo que no nos vemos!" ”

Paul also quickly stood up, came to the man, took his hand, and kissed him respectfully. muttered something in a low voice.

The man pushed the woman beside him away, and opened his arms generously.

So the two hugged for a while, and after hugging, they began to talk eagerly, but they didn't speak English at all, it sounded like Spanish, but Song Wenbin didn't know what it was.

After a moment's conversation, Paul beckoned, and one of his men stepped forward and placed a leather case in front of Morissa.

"This is my gift to you, Maurissa." Paul's words are spoken in English.

"Gifts?"

Morissa asked rhetorically in a thick accent, and he couldn't wait to open the box, only to see that there were thick dollars neatly placed in the box, and the number of millions was huge.

But after seeing those dollars, the smile on Morissa's face gradually disappeared, and he said a little unhappily: "Paul, I treat you as a friend, is this how you repay me, in the past, your gifts were all golden and hard cuties, but now, you take a box of paper to perfunctory me." ”

"Of course not, my friend. This is only a small part, and today, I have brought you a gift that is more valuable than a gold bar. Paul said eagerly.

"More valuable than gold bars."

Smoking a cigar, Morissa was interested, "What's that?" ”

Paul turned to Song Wenbin, bowed slightly, and said, "Allow me to introduce you, the miracle man from the East, my favorite TV star, Mr'Yan." ”

"Huh?" Morissa, who was smoking a cigar, was stunned, pointed at Song Wenbin and asked, "This is the guy you said, who can help me make a lot of money?" ”

"Of course."

Paul said happily, he beckoned to Song Wenbin, and said cordially: "I'm tired of teacher, come here, I'll introduce you to you." ”

I was tired of the teacher and didn't move.

Paul was stunned, and his face was visibly stiff and unnatural.

The brief silence in the courtyard made the cigar-smoking Morissa frown slightly.

His every move and even the change in his expression affected the reactions of the men and bodyguards around him, and they all turned their heads to stare at the uninvited guest, their hands pressed on their waists, where these people stored their weapons.

Aware of the ubiquitous sharpness and murderous intent , the teacher suddenly smiled, and Shi Shiran stood up.

"Hello, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Morissa."

He stood in front of little Morissa and stretched out his hand: "I have heard Paul praise you all the way, and my ears are calloused, and now when I see you in person, I find that those praises are really pale and weak, less than one ten-thousandth of the real you." ”

Morissa's brow instantly relaxed, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth. Paul breathed a sigh of relief, and the narrator's vigilant guards lowered their arms.

"That's the one you say, wonder man?" Little Morissa looked at Song Wenbin curiously.

"Of course! Of course, Morissa, I've never met anyone more talented than Yan. He can sell bananas for gold, he can start a gang in a month, and he can even find billions of dollars in treasure from the bottom of the sea! Of course, what is even more remarkable is that he has tens of millions of fans in just two years. ”

As he spoke, Paul leaned in close to the teacher and whispered in his ear, "Tell Morissa what I thought before, please." ”

The teacher nodded, picked up the dollars in the suitcase on the side, and said, "Mr. Morissa, I have only come here for one purpose, and that is to make you rich. ”

"Rich, I'm already rich."

Morissa smiled quietly.

"When I came, I saw some people who were distributing supplies, and according to my inspection, each of them received a subsidy of 500 pesos, which is much less than before. Judging by how much the inhabitants love you, I believe that Mr. Morissa is a generous man, and would never cut back on this little subsidy for the people at the bottom of the pack if it were not for special reasons. ”

Teacher Wei raised a finger and said confidently: "As long as you are willing to give me a chance, I will let you reap several times the current profit in a short period of time." ”

"What?" Chewing on a cigar, Morissa didn't react for a while.

Paul hinted at the side, "I don't like to know what he thinks about him, and I think it's a very good idea. ”

"What thoughts?" Little Morissa had a playful smile on her face.

The teacher waved his hand, pointed to the box full of dollars next to him, and said, "The method is not important, give me some people, and in two weeks, I will double the money in this box." ”

Morissa didn't speak, he stared into the eyes of the man in front of him, trying to find something else in it, but found nothing.

Paul's smile disappeared, and he looked at Song Wenbin, his face a little ugly. This is not the same as he expected.

"Hahahahaha~"

Suddenly, little Morissa burst out laughing, laughing and saying, "Good, good, good." No one has ever boasted of this kind of Haikou in front of me, but strangely enough, I don't smell a lie at all. Paul, the person you brought to me today is really interesting. ”

Paul on the side smiled a little reluctantly, things developed a little beyond his expectations, and he echoed softly, "Yes, I have seen the ability of the tired teacher, he can really do that... Impossible things. ”

But then, little Morissa shook his head, showed a look of regret, and said, "Yes, I don't want to doubt the bravado of this new friend, nor do I want to doubt his courage, but obviously, I can't let you do that for the time being. ”

"Why, try it and there is no loss." The teacher was slightly stunned.

"I've never seen you, boy. Your words may sound like honey, but I'm not a fool. ”

The smile on little Morissa disappeared, and he said coldly.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the thugs around him pinned their hands to their waists again.

I was tired of the teacher and didn't move.

"What exactly are you doing here? Well? So kind to help me make money? Do you have a personal agreement with anyone? Little Morissa looked at Song Wenbin, his voice full of suspicion: "I'll give you a chance to tell your true identity, otherwise, I don't mind changing some water in my pool." ”

The atmosphere was so solemn that the women around the pool hid like sparrows before the storm.

But suddenly, little Morissa laughed inexplicably, waved his hand and said: "What are you doing so nervously, of course I won't get along with money, if someone helps me make money, I will definitely be happy." But first, I have to make sure that you're not from DEA. ”

"No, I hate teachers who are not DEA people." Paul breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly helped.

"Shut up, Paul. I only trust my own eyes. ”

Morissa walked up to Mr. Disgust, looked him in the eye at a distance of only a foot, and said suspiciously, "Are you sent by the DEA, are you sent by the DEA to fool Paul, huh?" You want to get closer to me through him, what is your purpose? ”

"You think too much, I'm the one who shoots the show." Teacher Feng said lightly: "In the show, I have only one purpose for existence, which is to help people realize their wishes. I've never seen anyone in this world who can't get along with money, and even if I offend anything, you should kill me when I can't make money. ”

"Filming the show, why didn't I see your photographer." Little Morissa asked, looking around.

"My photographer was captured by the DEA, and if I help you make money, you're going to get all my colleagues out." The teacher said confidently.

"So you're not DEA."

"I'm not."

"Prove it to me." Morissa said.

"How do you prove it?"

Little Morissa took two steps back and clapped her hands. Suddenly, the side door of the beige building was slammed open, and two heavily armed gang members dragged out a man who was struggling and writhing frantically. The man was slightly chubby and distinctly Mexican-like, with a bloody face, several lacerations and scratches on his arms, and a mouth covered in silver duct tape, apparently subjected to inhuman torture.

The man was dragged to little Morissa's side, and he was pressed to his knees, and Morissa pointed at him with a cigar and introduced: "This person is our biggest gain in the past few days, leading a team to my territory to make trouble, and installing several undercover DEA senior agents under my hands, Jose. Kai Morella. ”

Morissa scalded his face distorted by emotion with a cigar, and asked Song Wenbin coldly, "Do you know this person?" ”

"I don't know." The pungent smell of blood came to his face, and Song Wenbin said honestly.

"Very good, since you don't know him, then you can help me kill him."

Little Morissa said solemnly.

Song Wenbin was stunned.

As he spoke, one of his subordinates immediately stepped forward and placed a loaded desert eagle in front of Song Wenbin.

Little Morissa took a few steps back, returned to the middle of the beach lounge chair protected by two of his men, smoked a cigar, poured a glass of tequila, leisurely crossed Erlang's legs, pointed at Song Wenbin and said a long string of Spanish.

Paul's expression was solemn, and he translated in Song Wenbin's ear: "Kill him, prove that you are not DEA, you can do whatever you want here, the more money you help the boss make, the more he respects you." But if you don't kill this person, Morissa won't believe you and won't let you do things for him......"

The tired teacher looked at the gun, looked at Paul with a solemn expression next to him, looked at Morissa who looked like he was watching a play, and finally looked at the man in front of him who was pressed by the heavily armed thugs, and the atmosphere was depressed for a while.

The increasingly difficult situation of oneself is only a temporary compromise, followed by endless passivity. Just like those two damn colleagues, if he was ruthless enough, he wouldn't have ended up in the current situation.

In the gap between life and death, Song Wenbin couldn't help but have thoughts.

"Disgusting... Teacher..."

Paul groaned, as if to remind him to make a decision quickly.

Seeing that the chips on the gambling table were getting higher and higher, Song Wenbin had no choice but to slowly stretch out his hand and take over the cold and heavy weapon.

Feeling the weight in his hand, glancing at the Mexican-American DEA's angry eyes, and then at his own environment, he slowly raised his gun and aimed it at the man covered in blood.

"Woooooo

The DEA's pupils dilated instantly, and he struggled frantically in the face of death, and his sealed mouth let out a crazy whimper,

Little Morissa, who was drinking tequila on the side, widened his eyes excitedly and his nose dilated.

Bang!!

With a loud bang.

There was a huge splash of water in the pool behind the man.

The whimpering stopped, and everyone's eyes widened at this moment.

The expected brain-filled scene did not appear, and it was only after three seconds that they realized that the shot had been fired directly into the pool next to it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't used a gun, I don't know how to aim, please let me try again." I was tired of the teacher's apologetic face.

Little Morissa: ......

Paul:......

Woooooooo

DEA whimpered wildly, blood all over the floor.

Once again, the disgusted teacher aimed at the man.

"Woooooooooooo

The man squirmed again.

The crowd held their breath again.

Morissa's eyes widened again.

Bang!!

Another loud bang.

Bullets hit the tiles, shattering the beautiful bohemian tiles.

Woo!!!

The men who were pressed to their knees were going crazy.

Oh!!

The narrator's bodyguards all brushed their hands to reveal a look of chagrin.

"Are you kidding me!?"

Little Morissa slammed to his feet, snarling fiercely.

Paul's face was so desperate that he covered his face and didn't want to look at it anymore.

"Give me one more chance, give me one more chance."

The tired teacher quickly apologized, put the desert eagle directly on the man's head, and said to little Morissa with a dead grin: "I definitely won't miss this time!" ”

Little Morissa sat down slowly with a twitch on her face.

The head was held up with a gun.

The Mexican man closed his eyes, desperately waiting for death to come.

But at this time, Mr. Wei suddenly asked, "I have a hundred ways to prove that I am not a DEA, do you really want to choose this way?" ”

Little Morissa stared at the oriental man in front of him, as if he was going to eat him in the next second.

The disgusted teacher shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "I have no doubt that thousands of kilometers away in New Mexico, on the desk of a certain strategic office of the world's number one power, there is an assassination plan against you, a strike plan against your empire. And this plan is now stored in this precious brain. ”

Mr. Yan pushed the DEA agent's head with the barrel of his gun and asked, "Are you sure that in order to prove my identity, you only need to open youtube, open Metacafe, open dilidili, and open any video website you know to determine my identity, pay such a precious price?" ”

"You... At... Teach... I... How? ”

The atmosphere was so terrifying that the guards on the side even raised their guns unceremoniously, and more than a dozen guns were aimed at the man by the pool at the same time.

The disgusting teacher spread out his hand and said without caring at all: "That's the case, death is nothing to me, but I only work with sane people. If you need to get away with it, you need a lawyer, if you need money laundering, you need a banker, if you want to make your wish come true, you need me, we want to go further, that's the only way to go, you who can get to this position can definitely understand what I'm talking about, right? ”

The power of words is magnified to the limit at this moment.

The expression on little Morissa's face finally slowly disappeared, and he groaned for a long time, put down the tequila cup in his hand, stood up, and waved his hand.

The gangsters on both sides put down their guns, and the desert eagle in Song Wenbin's hand was also taken away mercilessly.

"Don't kill him, keep him alive."

Little Morissa commanded his men.

The men were given the order to drag DEA, who was already limp out, out of the pool.

After leaving, little Morissa took a deep puff of his cigar and slowly exhaled it, he looked at the undulating mountains in the distance, and asked Song Wenbin coldly: "By the way, what is your name." ”

"Disgusting."

I hate the teacher's concise words.

"Yan, I've rarely heard such an organized word, and I've never seen someone so bold, if I was a little skeptical that you could make me a lot of money before, but now I'm a little convinced."

"Trust is money."

Teacher tired said happily.

"Well said, trust is money. You've really earned yourself a chance. Morissa took the box next to him, threw it to Song Wenbin, and said, "You said, double it in two weeks." ”

"As you wish, sir."

The teacher bowed slightly, and his dark eyes shone with an unpredictable light.