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"10,370 US dollars! One person has half... Please call me Akima Mountain Racing God in the future." At the end of the bridge, Chen Yan collected the "race tax" from the group of racing racers one by one, and he was so proud that half of them were beaten to Lao Mai.

Mike picked up the stack of money and thoughts for a moment. How many years have it been... He only remembers that his wife asked him for money, his son asked for money, his daughter asked for money, the director asked for money, the psychologist asked for money, and the actor asked for money... But when was the last time he took such a large sum of money from someone else?

Although Lao Mai doesn’t like Chen Yan’s money, he will be much more pleasing to Chen Yan. People who don’t eat alone are good.

"You wait a moment." Mike pushed the door and got out of the car and walked to the side of the road, vomiting out with a "vape".

Come back, rinse your mouth, and don’t mention the former gangsters who were riding in a fast train and were sick. Whoever said it would kill him!

****

In Los Angeles, Yanagi District and Rockford Hill (Beverly Hills) are like two worlds.

The large area of ​​dark factory buildings is like beasts crawling in the dark night, making people feel frightened. Pedestrians are almost extinct on the road here, and everyone is driving by in a hurry, and there is no patrolling police car for twenty minutes. On the contrary, many homeless people are drunk on the streets, and they may be addicts.

There are also people wearing hoods and driving vans sneak in and out, not knowing what they are busy with. When Chen Yan drove by, they put their hands in their arms and looked vigilantly. In particular, many of them are Uncle Hei. Chen Yan, who has a glimmer of vision, is often startled and is invisible in the dark night with his mouth covering himself.

"Don't deal with those people...drug dealers." Mike explained.

Chen Yan looked out the window curiously. This was the other side of Los Angeles. In theory, he should be familiar with all these, but in fact they were all the first time they came into contact.

When the car turned into the back of a factory and drove for a while, it stopped in an old yard. "This is my movie studio...Farke!" Looking at the lock that was pried open, Mike cursed and pushed the door forward and pushed in. Since the corporate tax was lower than the personal tax, and it was convenient for the husband to leave the money, it would be better to open an empty film company and choose a cheap office location if you want to invest in a movie in Hollywood. This dilapidated factory was compensated by the former director who made Mike lose money. Mike really couldn't sell it, so he simply set up his own movie studio place here.

Now it seems that it is not a good idea.

"Get in, there is nothing to steal here, I'll lose anything that can be lost long ago." Mike explained helplessly.

Mike used to be a lone thief, and was not on the same level as those mixed gangs, and there was no deterrent force on the road. Sure enough, when Chen Yan went in, he saw that the room was full of messes, and he couldn't even find the place where he was foot. However, these were not flipped by the thief, and it seemed like this was the case. Most of this garbage was made of movie props, and it was piled up from the inside to the outside. There was a layer of dust on it, and it seemed that Mike hadn't been here for a long time.

"This is my first movie, I don't know anything. I'm like a fool who is tricked by that guy. He keeps asking me for this and that. In the end, the movie is like shit..." Mike picked up a monster headband, looked at it and threw it aside, "It's a pity that I'm not really a fool. I sank him into the sea... Just live here! My number, mobile phone... I remember it can still be used, and there is a charger."

He found the desk, wrote down his phone number on the paper, and took out the old-fashioned mobile phone and charger from the drawer that had been out of power. Finally, Mike walked into the room with props, grabbed the corner of a canvas and lifted it up. The dust and props flew everywhere!

"Ahem! Farke...Farke!"

Below the canvas, a large leather sofa appeared, which looked 80% new, which was worth more than everything in the room.

"Your bed! Guess what? Those thieves are all lazy! They are mingling on the street, with their pockets crooked and hats in their arms, but whether they steal or work, they are always losers. Look, the treasure is hidden below, and with a light lift... it can be sold for $600 on the black market! But this sofa has been here for three years, and no one has found it, no one!"

Chen Yan spread his hands.

...

I have to say that the $5,000 he gave to Mike was very effective, and Chen Yan gave him the $5,000 he was almost the same as when he had a trust level of 25. As long as he thought that these were not worth $1,000, he would give them to Chen Yan's peace of mind.

As for Chen Yan running away secretly... Mike never thought about it.

He has similar ideas to those producers. Chen Yan is now famous. He cannot give up the opportunity to stand out in Hollywood that countless people dream of. Chen Yan needs the opportunity to turn popularity into money, and Mike also needs it. Even if he cannot dominate, he has to participate. Now helping Chen Yan invest in the future... Mike's mentality is very close to Hollywood producers.

...

"I have a friend, Lester, who is a very good person. If you have no other choice, you can try asking him to be your agent. I guess he should be interested in this industry. Don't worry, I will help you get a good pay for the new movie. I will also get the police affairs as soon as possible, and there is..."

After Mike got into the car, he stuffed something from the window. "This is better than a bow and arrow, be careful."

"You really sink all those guys?" Chen Yan asked again. In his impression, Lao Mi is not the one who keeps showing off about something, he is very cautious.

"Haha~ There are thousands of things you forget every day, man, why not make sure this is one of them." The car drove out of the factory with the lights on.

Chen Yan looked down at the things in his hand, and a Beretta caliber pistol was a little moved.

However, removing the magazine, I found that there were no bullets inside...

What else can you say? This is Mike DiSanta.

****

He doesn't like living in such a bad house.

Walking into the room again, Chen Yan stopped at the door, and the magic began to spread toward the surroundings with him as the center. The dust deposited on the surface of the object was "retreated" by invisible forces and then retreated, and eventually turned into mud in the four invisible corners of the room.

This is a subtle use of mental power. No wonder no one specializes in the zero-ring spell. When the control of mental power and environmental magic reaches a certain level, the zero-ring magic is like the little red flower used to reward, and can be picked at will.

Not to mention the whole room was completely renewed, at least to the point where it could be accommodated, especially the large sofa was really good. The sofa was so wide that it was not like to be used for sitting, but it seemed like it was used for rolling. It seemed that the director had a heart of unspoken rules, but he had no life with unspoken rules.

Chen Yan plugged the Nokia shell opener into power and lit it smoothly. However, he hesitated for a moment and didn't know who to call.

This is not the kind of smartphone that can access the Internet. It seems that there is still a lack of tools... He must arm himself as soon as possible.

Chen Yan's strength not only comes from magic and bows, but also alchemy potions and equipment, so he had a lot of things to prepare. He found a piece of paper and started to list the things he wanted to buy, portable computers, new mobile phones, cars, better bows, some chemical utensils and potions... However, he took out all the money and piled it on the table, which was only 5,500 knives. This money seemed quite a lot, but it was a drop in the bucket for the materials and equipment he wanted to buy.

"It seems that you still have to make money first." It's hard to move without money.

However, it is impossible to make money by filming, and it is impossible in this life. You just let the long-legged young ladies stand in a row, stand in front of you, take off all your clothes, and sleep without breaking the law! That is also impossible... Wife, have you heard it? All I said is true!

Chen Yan prayed silently with the green beads.

****

Late at night, a drug dealer was moving things from the warehouse to the car, and suddenly felt a hard object pressing against his waist.

The medicine dealer obediently raised his hand over his head, never talking or looking around. "Smart." An old voice said, then took his gun with one hand, and then he was hit hard on the back of his head. When his eyes turned black, he was very glad that he had survived...

Although they are also drug dealers, their goods are not those high-profit powder and ice, but a kind of soda. The profit is not high, and the benefits are safety. In some states, such drinks are even legal. Therefore, it is not so much that they are drug dealers, and it is not worth losing their lives for this kind of business. The man was like a ghost in the dark, wandering between the warehouse and the vehicle. One drug dealer after another fell silently and quickly cleaned up the neighborhood.

Of course, this person is Chen Yan. He needs a car and some unregistered weapons, so these nearby drug dealers are the best choice. Chen Yan put these pistols into his bag and opened the door to the cab of the van.

"..." A voice suddenly sounded from the driver's seat.

"Damn!" Chen Yan's body reacted faster than his consciousness, and he knocked Lao Hei, who was "hidden" in the driver's seat with one punch... Finally, he was still in shock and then stepped up and kicked, "It made you not turn on the lights when it was dark!"

After calming for a while, Chen Yan set fire to the car and disappeared into the darkness.

...

That night, a driver drove a van to sweep the major racing cars in Los Angeles gatherings and he provoked everyone (motherfuk/Would you like to play Quinta), claiming that he would win all the races and leave with a cart of money... In the end, he almost did it. Except for the straight acceleration race, he lost because the car was not powerful enough, the man won all the road curves.

The key is that a van is also used!

This man was very useless. He not only hid his true face while wearing a mask, but also ran away if he won. Before leaving, he used trash words to provoke, "You little girl, are you okay? Do you want daddy to compete next time with a tractor?"

I was so angry that those racers exploded on the spot!

"Hi!" Someone was so angry that he came over and knocked on the car door.

"hat'sup! (Maoshi?)" Brooklyn accent, very standard.

"Do you dare to leave your name?"

Suddenly remembering the word Mike said, Chen Yan said in a slut, "Drugdealer, you can call me drugdealer."

"Pharmaceutical dealer?!" Chen Yan drove away slowly in a daze.

A gust of wind blew, and money was thrown out of the window of the van, flying in the wind.

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