"He's the boss," the waiter said, rolling his eyes.
Wang He blushed, but the next moment, he realized something was wrong.
"Wait, isn't the boss Mr. Nafa Twain?"
"Mr. Twain is the second shareholder, and that Mr. Chen is the biggest shareholder."
Wang He returned to his seat silently. He started regretting bringing Li Qingyang and Zhang Mao here.
He felt like he'd lost all his dignity today.
He'd come to someone else's restaurant and questioned why the boss could enter.
Wang He's heart skipped a beat. "Is the boss from China?" he asked.
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"No."
Finally, it was the three's turn. They entered the restaurant.
Wang He knew that many Hollywood celebrities couldn't buy Marina's Restaurant even if they wanted to.
Since that person could buy shares of Marina's Restaurant, he either knew Nafa Twain or was very powerful.
Perhaps he could get to know him and expand his Hollywood connections.
Of course, even if he couldn't help him, there was no harm in getting to know another friend.
After the three sat down and were about to order, Wang He saw Chen Zhao walk into a private room.
Wang He made a mental note of that private room.
"The food here is really good."
"These are lobsters imported from Australia. Every year, there's a quota for Australian lobsters. North America's quota is less than 20,000. We're lucky today. This should be the restaurant's new batch of lobsters. If we weren't lucky, we'd have to make a reservation to eat Australian lobsters."
"It's really good, but it's not cheap, right?"
"You guys eat first," Wang He said, standing up. "I'm going to the bathroom."
…
The private room Chen Zhao walked into was the largest in the restaurant.
He'd called all the members of the association over and treated them to a meal here.
"Klaus, why is your waist bulging?"
"Err … President." Klaus pulled up the corner of his shirt, revealing a submachine gun.
"F * ck, you brought a submachine gun to eat? Did you want to bring a grenade?" Chen Zhao cursed.
"Err … President, I brought some." Klaus took out the three salted eggs he'd brought with him.
"F * ck you, do you want to blow up my restaurant? Do you have more? Take them all out. "
Klaus and his five team members all took out the firearms they brought with them.
They were all embarrassed. In fact, when they received the notice to gather here, they thought that Chen Zhao was going to do something, so they were all fully armed.
Only now did they realize that Chen Zhao was going to treat them to a meal.
Plus, this was Chen Zhao's restaurant.
Everyone took out their firearms and placed them on the table.
Chen Zhao suspected that all six of them had spatial rings.
All kinds of firearms, grenades, and sabers were found on the six of them.
"Klaus, if you blow up the president's restaurant, I think you should consider going to Africa to mine," West teased.
Klaus enjoyed working in the Supernatural Organization, even though he and his team members were considered newbies in this field.
However, as they gradually got used to the paranormal missions, they began to like it.
Also, the treatment they received in the Supernatural Organization was many times better than what they had received in the Anti-Terrorist Operations Department.
Chen Zhao gave them benefits every other day.
Moreover, Chen Zhao was the most protective. Although he usually seemed harsh, he would always step forward at crucial times.
Just then, the door to the private room opened.
Wang He walked to the door and saw guns and grenades all over the table. Chen Zhao even had a gun in his hand.
Wang He peed his pants on the spot. He stood at the door, not knowing whether to go in or out.
Is this an arms trade?
Wang He wanted to turn around and escape, but Klaus was quick to react. He pulled Wang He in and locked the door from the inside.
"President, do you know him?"
"I don't know him. Throw him down from here."
Wang He wanted to scream, but his mouth was covered tightly by Klaus.
"Haha …" Everyone burst into laughter.
"Okay, it's just a joke. Let him go." Chen Zhao waved his hand. "Don't talk nonsense outside."
Klaus finally let go of Wang He and patted his chest. "Remember, don't talk nonsense."
Cold sweat poured down Wang He's forehead as he nodded repeatedly.
He felt that he might have barged into an arms trade.
Wasn't that how arms trade was in movies?
Luckily, these people didn't plan to kill him.
Wang He walked out of the private room in cold sweat. He felt like he couldn't even stand properly.
Then, he urged Zhang Mao and Li Qingyang to leave.
The two were having a good time eating when they were dragged away by Wang He. They were naturally reluctant.
But they saw that Wang He's expression wasn't right. He returned to the hotel in a state of shock.
"Wang He, what's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost. "
"I accidentally ran into an arms trade with a gang." Wang He's face was pale.
"Don't joke around."
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"Did they find you?"
"Yes, I was almost killed," Wang He said. Wang He said, "But the party who made the deal should also be Chinese. They probably let me off on account of us being from the same hometown."
"Should we call the police?"
"Call the police? Do you want to die? This isn't our country. It's America, "Wang He said, panicking.
"Will that gang come looking for trouble with you?"
"I don't think so. If they wanted to kill me, they could've killed me on the spot."
But this incident made Wang He toned down a lot. For the past two days, he stayed in the hotel like a good boy and didn't even dare to step out of the hotel.
It wasn't until the day of the second round of auditions that Wang He left.
He headed to the set to prepare for the second round of auditions.
"Yo, isn't this the people from Guang Yu Culture? You guys are here too? "
Zhou Xiaonan and the rest raised their heads and saw that the person who had arrived was actually Hua Shi Entertainment's Vice-President, Li Changyu. Behind him were two male actors. These two male actors were definitely A-list actors in the country. Their popularity, appeal, reputation, and even acting skills were not something the three people behind Zhou Xiaonan could compare to.
Seeing these people, Zhou Xiaonan's expression turned ugly.
Li Changyu and his people were practically crushing Zhou Xiaonan and her actors in every aspect.
"Move aside, don't block the way." At this moment, a voice came from behind.
Everyone turned around and saw an Asian and a Caucasian.
When Wang He saw them, his expression changed.
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