"It's really a big city!"

The flat and clean asphalt road, the beautiful cars driving in groups, the gorgeous villas lined up, and the most important thing is the wives and ladies who were dressed up in travel, which opened the eyes of Roger, who had never entered the city several times.

He was wearing a dirty suit, which was his father's clothes from the box, which was a bit cramped on him. The suit jacket could effectively cover the revolver he inserted under his armpit, so as not to scare the noble ladies and men in the city. But then again, the girls in the city were so beautiful that Roger's eyes were almost out of use.

"I warn you not to think about running away. You are my money tree. Whether you can ride on the beautiful girl depends on your performance." Roger led Feimas and warned.

He stood at the door of the film company, straightened his wrinkled bow tie, and said to the concierge in the tone he could show the most politeness: "Hi, hello! I am Roger, Roger Leslie, from Leslie Farm, and I have an appointment with Mr. Charles."

The concierge glanced at him coldly, and although Roger thought he was decent, he could not hide the vulgar tone of the country bumpkin.

"Go up, Mr. Charles has it in Room 301. Don't let your dog shit in the corridor, otherwise I will let you eat the shit and there is no waste left! In this building, dogs are much more valuable than you!" The concierge warned expressionlessly.

Roger coughed dryly and led Feimas upstairs. On the way, his eyes glanced straight at the female stenographer who was passing by, and resisted the urge to touch their butts. He didn't understand why the current society can tolerate these beautiful girls working in the same office as men. Even if society can tolerate those men, can those men bear it? The ones who can tolerate it must not be men.

He stood in front of Office No. 301 and knocked on the door three times.

"Please come in." A sweet female voice said.

Roger pushed open the door like he was caught and saw a beautiful blonde beauty sitting behind an office desk and laughed at him, "Mr. Leslie, is it? Mr. Charles is waiting for you inside."

It turned out that Office 301 was a suite, and Charles' full-time secretary was working outside. She wore a standard suit with a skirt of 6 inches off the ground, and her stockings rolled to her calves, revealing her smooth and charming knees. Before Roger came in, she was reading a New Yorker magazine, and the page stopped in a fashion column signed by Lipstick to teach you how to live a sloppy nightlife.

Roger took off his hat like a gentleman and said with a shy face: "Beauty, just call me Roger so good! I have a suggestion, do you have time tonight? Can I have a meal if I want to have your meal?"

The secretary kept a courteous but kept people from afar, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leslie, I've had an appointment tonight."

It's really disappointing!

Roger muttered in his heart and pushed open the door in the inner room.

The office is decorated in a luxurious and spacious manner, like a palace. The cashmere carpet from Turkey perfectly absorbs the sound of footsteps. The grand desk is covered with brass and a large oil painting by the founder of the company is hung on the walls.

Charles was talking to another man, his tone was very polite and polite, completely different from when he talked to Roger yesterday.

"Ri'an, Mr. Charles," Roger said respectfully, "I'm here."

Charles looked back at Feimas, ignored Roger, and said to another person: "Mr. Duncan, look at this dog, is it very similar to your dog?"

At this time, both Feimas and Roger noticed that there was another dog in the office. The dog was squatting on a high-back chair, and in front of it was a dining table covered with white dining cloth. A chef dressed in a chef placed the fragrant grilled steak on the dining table from the dining car.

"Please use it slowly, sir." The chef said respectfully, lowering his head and pushing the dining cart away from the room, and the person he was talking to was just a dog.

In addition to the steak, there is also a cup of mellow wine with amber color on the table. A fragrant rose is inserted in a porcelain vase from China. The silver tableware of the manufacturer robbe_berking is neatly placed on both sides of the dining plate.

The German Shepherd, who looked like a man, looked proudly at Roger and Feimas, then buried his head in the dining plate, turned a blind eye to the silver-shining tableware, and directly chewed the steak.

Feimas stared blankly at this person who was extremely luxurious, while Roger looked at the wine.

Charles glared warningly at the big Roger star and liked to drink two drinks. You didn't see anything, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand. Don't worry, sir." Roger swallowed.

He knew that Charles would not let him spread the wine. After all, even he, a country bumpkin, knew that the Prohibition of Congress had put hundreds of thousands of people in prison. He knew that the dog was very famous, but he did not expect that it would actually make a senior manager like Charles willing to offend the danger of his crimes...

The concierge told him that people in this building are not as good as dogs. At first he thought it was a joke or a sarcasm, but he never expected it to be true. In this way, if Feimas shits in the corridor, he might be forced to swallow the shit...

The man named Duncan had a well-proportioned figure and a handsome appearance. He walked leisurely in front of Feimas with his lit pipe, looked at it with contempt, and said, "Is this the dog named 13? Well, Mr. Charles, you are right. This dog looks really fucking like! But it's just like it. How can it compare with my dog?"

Charles quipped: "Hope so, otherwise Jack's legs will hurt again."

The two looked at each other tacitly and smiled.

Only Roger was confused when he heard this. He didn't know that they were referring to the stinky dog ​​on the dining table biting Jack Warner. Despite being bitten, the boss still wanted to provide the dog with it like his ancestors. Who made it save the company from the brink of bankruptcy?

It was not until this time that Duncan looked at Roger casually and asked casually: "Are you the master of 13?"

"Yes, sir, my name is Roger, Roger Leslie, and I'm willing to serve you." Roger bent down humbly.

Duncan poked his chest with his finger and said word by word: "I don't fucking care what your name is. You can stand here because of this dog. The only thing you and your dog have to do is to appear in some dangerous shots instead of having to shut my mouth tightly and not to tell this. If I hear someone behind the scenes that the popular thrilling shots are not played by my dog, just wait and receive the court's subpoena!"

Roger was poked backwards. He was furious. He was rampant in the countryside with a quick gun. He had never suffered such humiliation, but for the sake of money, he dared not speak out.

Charles handed over a piece of paper, patted his shoulder, and said lightly: "Sign this."

"This...what is this?" Roger was basically half illiterate. The paper was densely filled with words, and he didn't recognize many words, so it was very difficult to read.

"Disclosure agreement," said Charles, "as Mr. Duncan said, we are all civilized people and we must use legal documents to ensure that you will not say anything you shouldn't say. If you are worried, you can ask a lawyer to help you decide."

Of course, Roger couldn't afford to hire a lawyer, and hesitated whether to sign the document. Obviously, if he didn't sign it, he would get out. After all, Charles only wanted to get 13.

Charles smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Leslie is right? 13 is excellent, but the stand-in is just a stand-in after all. You'd better treat it as an indispensable role, not you. You should know that yesterday I collected a few dogs from other places. Now our big stars have 18 stand-in dogs, one more, not one less, and one less. If you don't want to sign, return the check and take your dog away!"

Roger's face turned pale and white. He had paid off his gambling debt yesterday. He used the remaining money to find two country girls to have fun. Today he has returned to his penniless state of poor people. What should he pay the check?

"Okay, sir, I'll just sign it. I'm going to tell me that there's no need for us to do this. I'm a tight-lipped guy. I've been so stupid since I was a child. Even if I put a gun on my head, I won't say it out." He muttered, signing his name in the confidentiality agreement.

During their conversation, Feimas stared at the German Shepherd who was enjoying the delicious steak on the dining table. Its belly was already round, but it was still eating, and from time to time it stuck out its tongue and rolled it in the wine glass, rolling the wine into its mouth.

This German Shepherd is very similar to Feimas in terms of fur color to body shape, and if he stands together, he can hardly tell each other.

Femas' heart was filled with sadness. He had already vaguely realized something, but refused to think about it further.

Everything is a lie, it is all!

It used to think it was it, but it wasn't.

Let me leave, let me leave this world, I have had enough!

This world is so lonely, without a starry sea, without old tea, and not even a friend who can listen to it and tell the depression in his heart.

Feimas' heart was split in half. It no longer wanted to know who it was. It just wanted to go back to the VIP private room of Binhai Liujin Cinema, watch the second half with everyone, and then return to the pet store to have a beautiful sleep, forget everything, and lie quietly in the corner after waking up, watching Xinghai be cute, watching Fina take a nap, watching the snow lion be a flower nerd, watching Richard be a slut, and watching old tea taste tea...

The most important thing is that it wants to hear Zhang Zian say again Feimas, today you are the protagonist.

It wants to be the protagonist, even if it only takes one day.

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Chapter completed!