Los Angeles, International Airport.

"Paul, haha..." Papo couldn't believe it when he saw Paul wearing a white suit, custom-made Italian crocodile leather shoes, and a gold-inlaided casket.

Look at the collar of his suit, there was a silk scarf stuffed into his silk neck.

Oh...buy...

This is really fucking. Is it really the venomous snake Paul who is walking towards him now?

"Papo..." After a warm hug, Paul asked about his recent situation: "It seems that you are doing well, how is your business?"

"Yes, the business is really good, but it's all despicable... look at you." Papo said teasingly.

"Do you like it? I can give you a lot." Paul grabbed the corner of his coat, pulled it apart and turned around and said.

"It's still not." The two of them got into the car and drove towards the hotel.

"Go to the intersection of 10th and 37th Streets first, I want to see those despicable businesses." Paul's smile was a little sarcastic, which made Papo feel a little uncomfortable.

Soon the car was parked in an old house area, with a three-story old building with patent leather falling off, the floor was covered with garbage and used small umbrellas, and the smell that could not be dissipated.

336 several numbers sprayed on the iron door, which is the only one that looks clean here.

"Rambo" beside Paul stepped forward and knocked on the door. He looked like a robot without emotions, ruthless.

Papo was envious of the people who followed him. He had seen these people take action with his own eyes. For them, killing someone is no different from slapping a fly.

The door was opened from inside, and a large mountain of Rou, which was enough to block the entire door, blocked the way in.

"It's me, Pabo." The other party saw Pabo behind him and turned sideways away indifferently.

The room was a place like a small set, with busy staff, naked women, men with courage and strong Indian horn helmets.

“Hi, Papo…”

"Papo, are you okay?"

"Boss, the one who is on the field now is Zhen Halu. Are you going to have a shot?"

The noises were everywhere, and almost everyone was greeting Papo, like a popular heartthrob.

"How much can you shoot here every day?" Paul didn't care about how he handled the business, he only cared about how much he could earn.

"1, at least..." Papo was very proud of it.

He has the best team in America and the staff of the best actors, and the films made here always fill the midnight theaters.

"Hey jj, you can't do that." The sudden noise interrupted Papo's pride, and a black man in the corner was arguing with the director.

"What happened here?" Given that Paul was present, Papo came forward in person to end the dispute that caused no matter what the reason was.

"Papo, he wants to temporarily increase the money..." the director said, pointing to the black man named 'jj'.

"Who is he?" Papo couldn't understand who this guy who looked like a nouveau riche was.

And what is he wearing on his hands, is Rolex?

"jj, there are my girls in this scene, they are my good babies." The black man looked careless and leaned forward on his crutch like a fire stick used to poke the fireplace. He walked up to him and pressed him against Papo, his eyes full of confidence.

It seemed as if doing so made him feel like a man and fearless.

"His girl?" Papo turned to look at the director, who thought that there were all 'professional' actors.

"Jj is a pimp, and her girl works here." Seeing Du Papo's incredible expression, the director spread his hands and said without hesitation: "Anyway, he always has to pay."

Yes, I always have to give money, but it doesn’t matter who I give it to, as long as I can continue to take pictures.

"My time is very precious, 100 yuan, otherwise I will take her away from here and do what she should do."

JJU has a regular customer who is willing to bid 80 yuan, and the Lion asked for the reward of this film of 100 yuan, and he was not worried about being rejected at all.

This has happened many times, and the other party will compromise every time, who can make his girl burn people to death?

Bang!

With a gunshot, JJ fell down in response, and a scream immediately came from the scene. Everyone was frightened by the sudden scene.

Paul held a cigar in his mouth, looked at the nigger who was twitching and still scolding the 'fk', frowned and pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang...

Blowing into the smokey gun, Paul looked at Papo with a sneer and said, "This is your way, threatened by a pimp?"

"Oh, my god, you just killed him like that, who are you?" the director shouted incredibly.

"Shut up." Papo roared in anger with his hands on his hips.

His face was lost. Now he should think about how to deal with these troubles and make the film complete smoothly.

If this happens, and it is impossible to ensure that today's films are produced and can earn the money they should have, Paul will definitely be even more angry.

"Hey, I didn't kill anyone." Paul laughed when he heard the director's accusation and threw his hands and feet to the bodyguard behind him.

The other party took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the entire gun carefully where there was a possible fingerprint. It was just so quiet...

"Look, he did it. If you want, you can go and call 911..." After Paul finished speaking, the bodyguard, who had wiped the gun, held the handle of the gun tightly with his own hands, raised his arms and pointed it straight at the director's forehead.

"Paul, Paul, he is our man, I promise there will be no trouble." Papo raised his hands to block the director, and signaled the other party to get out quickly.

fk, these bastards who only know how to cause trouble for him.

"Papo, I asked you to stare at the trouble, but I never said I could only use your eyes." Paul shook his head in disappointment.

"Paul, I..." Papo wanted to explain something, but he didn't know what to say.

"What are you doing? Keep up with what you did before, get started!" Paul said loudly, leaving with impatient expression after finishing.

"Paul...Paul..." Papo wanted to stop him, but all he waited for was a cold back, 'fk,fk,fk...'

"Tomy, I want you to figure out who is standing behind these guys." After walking out of the disgusting room, Paul's expression finally improved.

"What?" Tommy said calmly.

"Do what you want, let them know whose territory this place belongs to..." Paul's expression became angry.

He waved his hand and threw away the cigar and growled, "I shouldn't have left all this to an idiot mentally retarded."

"Let Papo give me a list of subordinates, it seems I'm going to pick a strong cowboy." Paul decided to find someone to manage the Los Angeles business again.

Papo is a good deputy and loyal enough, but from the moment he is not a person who can stand alone.

Maybe it's better to let him return to his side and be a loyal and useful subordinate than to mess up everything.
Chapter completed!