Pannu Islands was located in the South Pacific, close to the equator. The sun was bright here, making it a great place for a vacation.
The tourism resources here were quite abundant. Natural islands, volcanic lakes, tropical rainforests. But due to the lack of infrastructure, the place never developed. On the entire main island, the most valuable thing was this passable international airport, and it was built with borrowed money.
Right now, in the deserted airport hall, two weird-looking foreigners walked side by side.
"Luo Ji, can I really be famous? To be honest, I smoked marijuana when I was 13, went to juvenile detention when I was 15 — "
"Hehe, and got your ass shot by the black uncle inside? Who cares? The guy sitting in the White House right now did not do any less stupid things than you. Also, let me tell you, if you dare to use your Irish accent to call me Luo Ji again, I'm going to twist your head off. " Robert stopped and turned around to point at the orange-haired white youth behind him as he said viciously.
"Sorry, buddy, you know I'm just a bit nervous." Johnny waved his hand and continued without a care, "I've consulted a psychologist, and he said it's called fame phobia —"
"Shut up, Irish," Robert cursed.
Hearing this, Johnny simply shut his mouth. He knew very well that Robert was a ruthless character. In Los Santos, even the boss of the Irish gang had to respect him. Although he seemed to have washed his hands, he was still not someone a small character from the ghetto could mess with.
Whenever Robert mentioned the Irish, three words would immediately appear in Robert's head: marijuana, alcoholism, and poverty.
But at this moment, he had to be patient and continue to coax this idiot because it was related to 20 million USD.
As to why he appeared here, it all started from the conversation he had with Jiang Chen a few days ago.
…
"Then help me act as the villain. 20 million is your pay. I'll pay it in gold."
Jiang Chen paused before he continued, "In a small country in the Pacific Ocean."
Robert was taken aback at first, then his expression changed.
"Sh * t, you're not going to —"
"That's right, if you guessed it, just hold it in. Anyway, help me write a script and pick a 'good actor'. I want to act in a blockbuster. "The Asian man's smirk could be heard from the other end of the phone.
He was all too familiar with this laughter. It seemed that someone was going to be out of luck.
"… You lunatic. Although I'm a producer, I belong to the investors. "Robert smiled bitterly and rubbed his temples. After a moment, he said," Okay, God. Let me think, where are you going to shoot the scene? How much should I invest? "
"One hundred million USD, the annual GDP of Pannu Islands. The plot was that a billionaire from Los Santos came to Pannu Islands and wanted to invest in the local industry. Then he would bribe the officials and shit on the heads of the locals. In short, that was the plot of the first movie. By the way, I recommend that this rich man be played by a bad, poor kid. I need him to act like a nouveau riche. "
"Aha, don't worry, Los Santos doesn't lack Irish." Robert pouted.
"I will transfer 100 million USD directly to your account."
Robert paused and said to the phone with a strange expression, "Call me directly? Aren't you afraid that I'll run away? "
"I believe you won't. It's the spirit of the contract, isn't it? Especially since I can get you out from IS, you don't have to worry about me- "
"I understand. Don't say anymore." Robert smiled as he raised his left hand and touched his nose. "We are old friends, let's not talk about anything else."
"That's right, you are a smart person. Some money that you should take will not be taken away. Hehe, speaking of this, it will definitely be beneficial for you if this succeeds. Didn't you have enough of the FBA? I can give you a way out. "
Robert's Adam's apple moved.
He suddenly remembered a piece of "entertainment news" that had been placed on the international page some time ago.
On December 30th, 2014, the Gambia Presidential Palace was attacked by a small group of ten people. A few militants attempted to start a coup. This comical farce was planned by a real estate businessman from Texas and a former soldier from Minnesota. They gathered their accomplices and purchased firearms and ammunition in stores and transported them to Gambia through illegal logistics.
Of course, they failed without any suspense. Based on their original plan, the operation would not encounter much resistance. They thought that the soldiers guarding the presidential palace would not continue to work for the president once they realized the situation was not good. Perhaps they could even get the support of some defecting soldiers.
The result was that three of them were killed on the spot. There was no "defection" that they expected.
In this coup attempt, the real estate businessman from Texas, Enji, was the main sponsor. Because he violated the Neutrality Act, he was prosecuted by the UA. He only invested 220,000 USD as he only wanted to be the president once.
Now, Robert felt like he was doing the same thing.
But this madman was scarier. He invested 100 million for this!
100 million to buy the country?
Not only that, but also the mercenary money.
"Fu * k, let me ask you again, are you serious?" Robert's fingers trembled as he couldn't even hold the phone steadily.
It was not because of fear, but excitement.
He was an adventurer in his bones. If he could really succeed, he, a "small scale" arms dealer, would be fortunate enough to be recorded in history!
Of course, he didn't care about his reputation. The most important thing was the profit. He had a feeling that if he could connect with the "force behind" Jiang Chen, the actual return he would receive would exceed the sum of his previous income!
"That's right. By the way, speaking of which, you'd better 'ask for leave' from your old enemy, Lawrence. I don't want the FBA to be involved. "The voice on the other side of the phone was relaxed.
"Of course, I'll think of something. Hehe, just thinking about it makes me excited. "Robert's finger kept rubbing the phone as his eyes were filled with excitement.
"I don't care if you're excited or not. I want to see the result. I'll say this first, this "blockbuster" doesn't have the opportunity to rehearse. You have to think carefully, "Jiang Chen said slowly.
"Trust me, as a famous Hollywood producer, Mr. Robert, I will make sure you're satisfied with my script."
"Mhmm, I'll leave it to you," Jiang Chen said emotionlessly as he hung up.
…
Someone was already waiting at the gate of the airport.
Next to the extended black Mercedes-Benz, a middle-aged white man with a big belly kept looking at his watch. The fat suit he wore was a little tight. Standing next to him was an Asian man who seemed to be his bodyguard.
Also, in a small country with a population of less than twenty thousand, there were only one hundred soldiers in the entire country. Occasionally, they had to be police.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up as he saw Robert and Johnny coming out of the airport.
"Oh, Mr. Robert, you're finally here! Haha, this is Johnny? " The white man immediately opened his arms and greeted Robert with a smile. At the same time, he looked at the Irish man beside Robert with a burning gaze.
"Sh * t, is he gay?" Johnny whispered to Robert.
"Shut up, idiot. The shoot has already begun. " Robert tilted his head and cursed. Then, he immediately put on a smile and walked toward the man.
"That's right, this is Johnny, a tycoon from Los Santos." As if they were good friends that haven't seen each other for years, Robert laughed as he stepped back and turned his eyes to Johnny. "This is the president of Pannu – Edward Pannu, English, you can say he's from the same hometown. Also the finance minister, and … "
The phrase "half of his hometown" was full of malice.
"And the general, my friend." Edward shook Johnny's hand with a grin. He didn't have the slightest expression of a British against an Irish man.
The reason why he showed this expression was purely because according to Robert, this Irish man named Johnny was a billionaire from Los Santos. It had been a long time since anyone came to Pannu Islands to invest. Now that he finally found a tycoon, the local tycoon would try his best to please him.
As for his identity as an Irish man? Who cared? He only cared about the bills with the name Franklin on them.
After some small talk, the president invited the two to his luxury car and personally sent them to the mansion – it was bought by Robert under Johnny's name two days ago, worth five hundred thousand USD.
"Dammit. The president, the finance minister, the general … Is there anything else he doesn't have? "Sitting on the soft sofa, Johnny counted with his fingers.
"And the judge, the minister of education? He won't take any position that doesn't have any benefits. Don't worry too much, just do what I tell you. "Robert took out a bottle of whiskey from the fridge, placed it on the table, and poured himself a glass.
"Good stuff. There's even wine." Johnny picked it up excitedly and poured himself a glass.
Robert glanced at the drunkard who finished his drink in one gulp and slowly took a sip. "Tomorrow night, there will be a social ball. It will be attended by the local celebrities. Follow me and learn how I do it. The day after tomorrow is the investment inspection. You will spend two million USD to invest in a cargo port on the main island. Remember to learn from me and see how I bribe those officials with money. "
Robert paused before he continued.
"Also, there will be a Chinese businessman contacting you in a while. He is an old friend of mine. He is now in the food processing business. Make it convenient for him. I don't think I need to teach you how to do it. "
"Burp — Okay, Luo Ji. Speaking of which, where is the cameraman? Buddy, we are shooting a movie, right? "Johnny burped as he held the glass. In just a few minutes, he had lost count of how many glasses he had downed.
"That's right, we are shooting a movie. This is the latest production method. You will go down in history. Also, don't forget to build a statue of yourself in the city center. My photography team will do a close-up of it. "Robert held back his laughter as he took a sip of the whiskey.
"Mhmm, which means, I just need to spend money?" Johnny chuckled and poured himself another glass. "That's a good job. Speaking of which, what's the name of our movie?"
"'A Millionaire in a Poor Country'. Don't forget your famous work. Not just spend money, but you have to act as a villain. For example, playing with the neighbor's wife, raping the girls in the town, whatever you want to do in Los Santos but don't have the money to do … Just act as yourself. If you do a good job, I will shoot a sequel for you soon. " Robert waved his hand and leaned back on the sofa. He stared at the drunken eyes mockingly.
"Burp — Sequel? Hehe, what's the name? "
But as soon as he finished, he dropped the glass and fell asleep.
"What name? It's called 'The Fall of a Kingdom', idiot. "Robert mocked in a low voice and put down the glass in his hand.
Alcohol was something that could only be tasted.
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