My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1497 Money is not important to me, and you are not important to me either!

PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket ~ ask for a monthly ticket!
"Dong dong."

"On the side?"

"It's repairing the sewers."

wow-

In the Longcheng Ice Room near Tin Hau Station, the shutter door was opened, and the smoky and pungent smell of tobacco came to the face, making the visitor subconsciously wrinkle his nose and curse inwardly as 'hit the street'.

The limited edition old poster of "Rainy Night Butcher" was pasted on the wall, which was old and yellow, and many people even wiped it with a lot of 'grease'.

"Brother Andy, someone is coming." The bodyguard with a pie face, small eyes and accent mixed with a South Korean accent stepped aside.

Andy is wearing a black shirt with pigtails, rolled up cuffs to reveal his forearms, and an 18k gold sunflower leaf feather of Takahashi Goro on his neck.

With straws in their mouths and glass bottles of Coke, several bodyguards and horse boys stood or stood in front of and behind booths. There are a lot of cigarette butts stuck upside down, and the waist is bulging.

When the person walked in, Andy just emptied the Coke bottle with a buzzing sound, and showed a perverted smile at the person, which stunned the bald man in overalls and sewer workers.

"The subway leaves so early?"

From the corner of the eye, I glanced at the wall clock on the wall. At 5:55, I stood up and stretched, "Brother Cheng is eating noodles upstairs, come with me."

The bald Mecca, who was dressed as a sewer worker, nodded, trying not to look at the horse boys and bodyguards with angry faces on the seats.

Follow Andy to the second floor.

Halfway through, the bald man Mecca saw a poster on the wall with a line of words printed on it: "The choice that affects the fate of life is not at an important juncture or some big things, but On some very meaningless things. 』——"The Birth of a Prefix".

The poster is torn and even curled.

"Mai sir also likes this drama?" Andy asked with a smile.

"That's it."

Mecca returned a entangled smile, "At the beginning, no one was optimistic about this movie and this company. At that time, Locomotive Entertainment was called [-] Locomotive Film Studio and Antai Films respectively.

Um……"

Speaking of this, he pinched a small distance between his index finger and thumb, "It's just a small handicraft workshop, and the most popular place is the scandal of touching porcelain and frying. No one thought of it, and then it became bigger and bigger.

By the way, have you seen the movie? "

"See, I was still in the Walled City at that time." Andy Tsai showed kind white teeth, "I remember that day was my 17th birthday, and I happened to be beheading people with a knife in the theater, and I happened to watch this movie."

"..." Mecca, the bald man in the sewer, stopped talking, feeling a little tired.

Walking up to the second floor, you can see the big-breasted brother who is eating at the dining table in the booth. Fat Cheng is chewing on the roast meat, and the chopsticks keep picking up the ramen and sending it to the mouth of the abyss. "Lululu... have you eaten?" Sir?"

"Ate."

Maijia chose a seat and sat down, looking around the surrounding environment, with nostalgic eyes, "I was filming nearby, and I often came here to eat noodles, ah... Wu sir was still in charge of cooking at that time, it has been many years .”

"Mai sir, if you want to eat, I can cook noodles for you." Fei Cheng swallowed the noodles whole, his double chin quivering with a smile.

"Forget it, your teeth are not as good as your young people when you are old. I really can't whet my appetite in the middle of the night." Mecca reached the opposite side, reached out to touch his chest, paused, and then smiled wryly.

"Mai sir—"

Fat Cheng wiped his mouth, took a box of cigars from his side and pushed it in front of Mecca, "Why are you so out of touch?"

"Zhong is afraid that cannibals will have short mouths and short hands." Maijia picked up an eggplant.

"Short hand is because you don't hold enough, and short mouth is because you can't digest well. Don't worry, I brought enough cigars." Feicheng flicked the lighter with a sound of 'Duang', and looked at Mecca with a smile.

Across the lighter, the eyes of the two intertwined among the flames.

"I'm afraid that after I finish smoking this cigar, it will be really warm and the flowers will bloom in the future." Mecca kept her eyes fixed and gently helped the other party press the fire extinguisher.

"Ha~~~Mai sir doesn't like Bangkok and Saigon, so you can choose another place. I am the most understanding person. I like to listen to other people's suggestions...

You speak, I listen.

I will help you with what I can do, rest assured, life is worry-free.It's only a few years at most, after the wind blows, it is still free to come and go.It doesn't matter if you want to go back to Hong Kong to eat local freshwater prawns, I mean it. "

Fei Cheng flicked the lighter again, and the flames sprang up. The flames reflected his fat face full of fat, and he was amiable, "Mai sir doesn't think that my boss is going to fight so hard to deal with some stinky fish and rotten shrimps, does he?"

"Tianmu's Liu Dehua is a rotten fish?" Mecca laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir Mai won't think that my big boss is doing such a big fight because of the other party's rotten fish and rotten shrimps and trampling on the bait?" Fat Cheng repeated it with a smile on his face, and then chuckled teasingly: " I don’t want Hua Tsai to meet my big brother a few hours ago, and Sir Mai knew everything in such a short period of time, who is so well-informed?”

"Have Hua Zai met Sir Wu?" Mecca stared in disbelief, frowned with beard and frowned, and cursed, "Who is so ignorant in rushing down the street? Meeting Sir Wu at this time, he thinks he is slow in rushing." huh?"

"Wow, Mai sir, you are suspected of slandering my big boss. Money will be deducted!"

"I just feel that Hua Tsai is really so naive."

Mecca let out a breath of foul air, stabilized the cigar in his hand, bit off the cap with gritted teeth, and put the cigar on the lighter sideways, and the tobacco was slowly lit.

"My boss praised Hua Zai for his innocence."

"Tianmu is not worth it. The debts are high, and there is a risk of bankruptcy at any time. Some shareholders, whether intentionally or not, arranged Hua Tsai as a legal person. In fact, it is not a good thing for you to take down Tianmu." After taking a puff of cigar, Mecca said, The attitude changed, and the tone was much more sincere.

"Mai sir, you not only slandered my boss for being evil-minded, but also insulted his personality and belittled his IQ. You also need to deduct money." Fei Cheng put away the lighter dissatisfied, "How could we take advantage of the fire to rob a poor man?"

"Then who do you want to rob?"

"Of course who has the money to rob."

"Then who has money."

"You have money."

"..."

"You all have money."

Fei Cheng opened his mouth, "Of course you and those who invest in you are rich.

Mai sir, are you full of delicious food and spicy food during this time?My boss covers you to keep you safe and sound.You have to know how to be grateful. "

"Me? Gratitude? I have always been grateful. The money from the private equity fund in my hand has been invested in the projects and medium-to-long-term projects you requested according to your requirements." Mecca was very anxious.

"You can't really let me run away without getting a penny, can you?"

"You don't really think I don't understand the Ponzi scheme, do you?" Fei Cheng raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, "Do you want me to read some account numbers to you? Switzerland? The Philippines?"

Mecca was silent.

These accounts are all money transferred by him personally.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Mai sir, you still haven't figured it out." Fei Cheng nodded him with a cigar in his hand, "It's not what I want to do, but what you and I want to do. I said that if you don't unload the mill and kill the donkey, you will definitely not unload it." Grind and kill the donkey.

All you have to do is put the money in the stock market and let the people on the list invest more. "

"Brother Cheng, your net worth is several hundred million, right? Does it seem a bit..."

"I don't care. To be honest, the money is not important, and neither are you. It is very important to let the money disappear from these people." Fei Cheng took a puff of smoke, "As for the reason, I think you don't want to know."

Mecca opened her mouth, looked at Fei Cheng's sharp eyes, but didn't ask in the end.

As Fei Cheng said, his goal is not to get the money into his own pocket.

That's not worth it!

A few rotten fish and rotten shrimps are worthy of Wu Xiaozu's end in person?
But these few rotten fish and rotten shrimps are just the beginning of this game of chess, and it must be moved—otherwise how can we proceed?
Although there was a lot of money, it was not that important to Fei Cheng, and it was even less important as to whether or not Mecca would disappear.

Without Mecca, who would be the target?

Is one Andy enough?
Let those yellow-skinned and white-hearted banana people and ghosts who were taken away with money know that they thought we were bullying honest people!

PS: There are more.

(End of this chapter)