Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Amid the welcome of local people along the way, the pickup truck slowly arrived at a manor in the center of the city with the Jeep. Unlike the country manor where Paul lived, this place was rare and prosperous, at least for a country like Mexico. Such.

There is a large stone arch at the entrance, with rows of bananas on both sides of the arch. After getting off the car, accompanied by several armed men, Song Wenbin walked through the bananas and came to an area of ​​more than 3000 square meters. The manor is dotted with beige rocks and green feather grass. The towering plantains and swaying stipa growing in it demonstrate the strength of the owner of this place in a very simple and crude way.

Passing through the tree-lined outer courtyard, everyone came to the inner courtyard, where there is a huge blue swimming pool. By the pool, like a movie theater, there were about a dozen women with excellent figures lying, basking in the sun and tasting the food. Champagne looked curiously at the arrival of Song Wenbin and others.

After arriving here, Song Wenbin and Paul were stopped.Paul skillfully found a sun lounger next to several Latin beauties and let Song Wenbin sit down.

Those beauties were also very skilled. As soon as Song Wenbin sat down, they pressed up to him from left to right and kept touching his chest and thighs with their soft fingers.

"Don't touch me."

Teacher Yan opened those palms with an extremely anti-human attitude and said coldly.

The pretty girls on both sides were a little confused. Paul looked at the disgusted teacher and spread his hands helplessly.

The woman smiled, stood up gracefully, twisted her butt and left.

"Teacher Yan, little Morissa will come out later. Have you decided what to say?" After the woman left, Paul whispered to Song Wenbin.

"What?" Song Wenbin was shocked: "Have I promised to help you?"

"But I've already made an agreement with him."

Paul asked him in surprise, "Otherwise, what do you think we are doing here?"

Damn bastard!
Song Wenbin roared in his heart.

The thing he hates the most is someone testing his bottom line step by step like slicing sausages.Just like those damn, low-class classmates he once had, as long as they showed a little kindness, these guys would be like flies, borrowing money endlessly.After he filmed the show and started a company, these things happened one after another.He had refused countless times at home, but now that he was abroad, he still couldn't escape this psoriasis-like temptation.

"What if I refuse?" He said sarcastically in a very unhappy tone.

"Teacher Yan, I sincerely hope, pray, and beg you not to do this, for my sake, for your own sake, and for the sake of your colleagues." Paul said sincerely.

Song Wenbin stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"Unlike me, little Morissa can really kill people." Paul said worriedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the beige building in front of the swimming pool opened, and a loud voice came from it.

"Paul, amigo mío!"

Song Wenbin stopped staring at Paul and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

It was a middle-aged man dressed like a Hollywood star. He had an elegant stubble, wore a loose silk robe, and smoked a cigar. Accompanied by two beauties, he came to the courtyard and opened his arms to Paul with enthusiasm. Fire said: "Hace mucho tiempo que no nos vemos!"

Paul also quickly stood up, came to the man, took his hand, and kissed him respectfully.He muttered something under his breath.

The man pushed aside the woman next to him and opened his arms generously.

So the two hugged, and after the hug, they began to talk passionately, but the words they used were not in English at all. It might sound like Spanish, but Song Wenbin didn't know what it was.

After chatting for a while, Paul waved, and one of his men stepped forward and placed a cowhide box in front of Morissa.

"This is my gift to you, Morissa." Paul said this in English.

"Gift?"

Morissa asked in a thick accent. He couldn't wait to open the box and saw that there were thick and thick US dollars neatly placed in the box, and the number was millions.

But after seeing those dollars, the smile on Morissa's face gradually disappeared. He said unhappily: "Paul, I regard you as a friend. Is this how you repay me? Your gifts in the past were all You are such a golden and hard little cutie, but now, you are using a box of paper to deal with me."

"Of course not, my friend. This is just a small part. Today, I have brought you a gift more valuable than gold bars." Paul said eagerly.

"More valuable than gold bars."

Morissa, who was smoking a cigar, became interested and said, "What is that."

Paul turned to Song Wenbin, bowed slightly, and said, "Allow me to introduce to you, the miracle man from the East, my favorite TV star, Mr. Yan."

"Ah?" Morissa, who was smoking a cigar, was stunned, pointed at Song Wenbin and asked: "Is this the guy you mentioned, who can help me make a lot of money?"

"of course."

Paul said happily. He waved to Song Wenbin and said kindly: "Teacher Yan, come here and let me introduce you."

Teacher Wei did not move.

Paul was startled, his face visibly stiff and unnatural.

The brief silence in the courtyard made Morissa, who was smoking a cigar, frown slightly.

His every move and even the changes in his expression affected the reactions of the surrounding men and bodyguards. They all turned to stare at the uninvited guest, with their hands on their waists, where these people stored their weapons.

Aware of the sharpness and murderous intent everywhere, Teacher Yan suddenly smiled and Shi Shiran stood up.

"Hello, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Morissa."

He stood in front of little Morissa and stretched out his hand: "I heard Paul praising you along the way, and my ears almost got calloused. Now that I see you in person, I realize that those praises are really pale and insignificant, not as good as the real you." One in ten thousand.”

Teacher Yan's voice was like a breath of fresh air. Morissa's brows instantly relaxed, and he grinned, revealing a set of neat white teeth.Paul breathed a sigh of relief, and the narrator's wary guards lowered their arms.

"Is this the magical man you were talking about?" Little Morissa looked at Song Wenbin curiously.

"Of course! Of course, Morissa, I have never seen anyone more talented than Yan. He can sell bananas for gold prices, he can create a gang in a month, and he can even find dozens of people from the bottom of the sea. A billion-dollar fortune! Of course, what’s even more amazing is that he has tens of millions of fans in just two years.”

With that said, Paul came closer to Teacher Yan and whispered in his ear: "Tell Morissa what I thought before, please."

Teacher Yan nodded, picked up the U.S. dollars in the suitcase beside him with a serious look, and said, "Mr. Morissa, I have only one purpose here, which is to make you rich."

"Are you rich? I am already very rich."

Morissa smiled calmly.

"When I came, I saw some people distributing supplies. According to my inspection, each of them received a subsidy of 500 pesos, which is much less than before. Judging from the love of those residents for you, I believe Morissa The husband is a generous person and would never cut back on this small subsidy for the people at the bottom of the family unless there were special reasons.”

Teacher Yan raised a finger and said confidently: "As long as you are willing to give me a chance, I will let you reap several times the current profit in a short period of time."

"What?" Morissa, who was biting his cigar, didn't react for a moment.

Paul hinted from the side: "Teacher Yan told me about his idea, and I think that idea is very good."

"What do you think?" Little Morissa had a playful smile on her face.

Teacher Yan waved his hand, pointed to the box full of dollars next to him, and said, "The method is not important. Give me some people, and I will double the money in this box in two weeks."

Morissa didn't speak. He stared into the eyes of the man in front of him, trying to find something else, but he didn't find anything.

Paul's smile disappeared, and he looked at Song Wenbin, his face a little ugly.This was not what he expected.

"Hahahahahahaha~"

Suddenly, little Morissa burst into laughter and said while laughing: "Okay, okay, okay. No one has ever praised this kind of talk in front of me, but the strange thing is that I can't smell the smell of lying at all. . Paul, the people you brought to me today are really interesting.”

Paul on the side smiled a little reluctantly. The development of things was a bit beyond his expectation. He softly agreed, "Yes, I have seen Teacher Yan's ability. He can really do those...impossible things."

But then, little Morissa shook his head, showing a trace of regret, and said: "Yes, I don't want to doubt this new friend's bold words, nor his courage, but obviously, I can't let you do this for the time being. .”

"Why, there is no loss if you try it." Teacher Yan was slightly shocked.

"I've never met you, boy. Although your words sound as sweet as honey, I'm not a girl who can be fooled easily."

The smile on little Morissa's face disappeared and he said coldly.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the thugs around him once again put their hands on their waists.

Teacher Xian remained motionless.

"What are you doing here? Huh? Are you so kind to help me make money? Do you have any private agreement with someone?" Little Morissa looked at Song Wenbin, his voice full of suspicion: "I'll give it to you A chance to reveal who you really are, or if not, I wouldn’t mind changing some water in my pool.”

The atmosphere was so chilling that the women around the swimming pool hid like sparrows before a storm.

But suddenly, little Morissa laughed inexplicably again, waved his hands and said: "Why are you so nervous? Of course I will not have trouble with money. If someone helps me make money, I will definitely be happy. But first, I have to make sure that you Not from the DEA."

"No, Teacher Yan is not from the DEA." Paul breathed a sigh of relief and quickly helped.

"Shut up, Paul. I only believe my own eyes."

Morissa walked up to Teacher Yan, looked into his eyes at a distance of only one foot, and said suspiciously: "Are you a person sent by the DEA? Are you sent by the DEA to fool Paul, huh? You want to use him What is your purpose in coming close to me?"

"You are overthinking. I am the one who makes the show." Teacher Yan said calmly: "In the show, I only exist for one purpose, which is to help people realize their wishes. I have never seen anyone in this world who can't get along with money. , even if I have any offense, you should kill me when I can’t make money.”

"Why didn't I see your photographer while filming the show?" Little Morissa asked, looking around.

"My photographer was arrested by the DEA. If I help you make money, you have to fish out all my colleagues." Teacher Yan said confidently. "So you're not the DEA."

"I'm not."

"Prove it to me," Morissa said.

"how to prove?"

Little Morissa took two steps back and clapped her hands.Suddenly, the side door of the beige building was opened, and two heavily armed gang members dragged a man who was struggling and twisting wildly out.The man was slightly fat and had obvious Mexican-American features. His face was covered in blood, his arms had several cracks and scratches, and his mouth was sealed with silver tape. He had obviously suffered inhuman torture.

The man was dragged to the side of little Morissa, and was pushed down heavily to his knees. Morissa pointed at him with a cigar and introduced: "This man is our biggest gain in the past few days. He led a team to cause trouble in my territory. My people have placed several undercover senior DEA agents, Jose Camorella."

Morissa burned his face, which was distorted by emotion, with a cigar, and asked Song Wenbin coldly: "Do you know this person?"

"I don't know." Song Wenbin said honestly as the pungent smell of blood hit his face.

"Very good, since I don't know him, then you can help me kill him."

Little Morissa said seriously.

Song Wenbin was stunned.

Following his words, a subordinate immediately stepped forward and placed a loaded Desert Eagle in front of Song Wenbin.

Little Morissa took a few steps back and returned to the beach chair protected by his two men. He smoked a cigar, poured a glass of tequila, leisurely crossed his legs, pointed at Song Wenbin and spoke a lot of Spanish.

Paul looked solemn and translated in Song Wenbin's ear: "Kill him to prove that you are not the DEA. You can do whatever you want here. The more money you make for the boss, the more he will respect you. But if you If you don’t kill this person, Morissa won’t trust you and won’t let you help him…”

Teacher Yan looked at the gun, at Paul who looked solemn next to him, at Morissa who looked like he was watching a show, and finally at the man in front of him who was being pressed down by a heavily armed thug. The atmosphere was so depressed that he was almost dripping with tears. .

The increasingly difficult situation of oneself is only a short-term compromise, followed by endless passivity.Just like those two damn colleagues, if he was ruthless enough, how could he end up in the current situation.

Caught between life and death, Song Wenbin couldn't help but have his thoughts racing.

"Tired...teacher..."

Paul groaned, as if to remind him to make a decision quickly.

Seeing the chips on the gambling table getting higher and higher, Song Wenbin had no choice but to slowly reach out his hand and take the cold and heavy weapon.

Feeling the heavy weight in his hand, looking at the angry eyes of the Mexican DEA, and then looking at the environment he was in, he slowly raised his gun and pointed it at the man covered in blood.

"Woooooooo..."

The DEA's pupils dilated instantly. He struggled crazily in the face of death, and his sealed mouth let out a crazy whimpering sound.
Little Morissa, who was drinking tequila on the side, opened his eyes in excitement and his nose expanded.

boom! !

With a loud bang.

There was a huge splash in the pool behind the man.

The whimpering stopped, and everyone's eyes widened at this moment.

However, the expected scene of brains being sprayed out did not appear. Three seconds later, they discovered that the shot had been fired directly into the pool next to it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I've never used a gun before and I don't know how to aim. Please let me try again." Teacher Yan apologized.

Little Morissa:…

Paul: ...

Woohoo! !

DEA whimpered crazily and sprayed blood all over the floor.

Teacher Yan once again targeted the man.

"Woooooo!!"

The man squirmed again.

Everyone held their breath again.

Morissa's eyes widened again.

boom! !

Another bang.

The bullet hit the floor tiles, shattering the exquisite Bohemian floor tiles.

Woo! ! ! !

The man who was kneeling on the ground almost went crazy.

Ow! !

The narrator's bodyguards all looked frustrated.

"are you kidding me!?"

Little Morissa stood up suddenly and roared ferociously.

Paul had a look of despair on his face. He covered his face and didn't want to look any more.

"Give me another chance, give me one more chance."

Teacher Yan quickly apologized, put the Desert Eagle directly on the man's forehead, grinned shamelessly and said to little Morissa: "I will definitely not miss the shot this time!"

Little Morissa's face twitched and she slowly sat down.

A gun was pressed against his head.

The Mexican man closed his eyes, desperately waiting for death to come.

But at this time, Teacher Yan suddenly asked: "I have a hundred ways to prove that I am not DEA. Do you really want to choose this method?"

Little Morissa stared at the oriental man in front of her, as if she was going to eat him in the next second.

Teacher Yan shrugged indifferently and said: "I have no doubt that thousands of kilometers away in New Mexico, on the table of a strategic office of the world's most powerful country, there is an assassination plan against you. Your empire’s strike plan. And this plan is now stored in this precious brain.”

Teacher Yan pushed the DEA agent's head with the barrel of his gun and asked: "Are you sure, in order to prove my identity, you only need to open YouTube, open Metacafe, open dilidili, open any video you know How can we pay such a precious price to confirm our identity through a website?”

"You...are...teaching...me...how to do it?"

The atmosphere was so terrifying that the guards on the side even raised their guns unceremoniously, and more than a dozen guns were pointed at the man by the pool at the same time.

The disgusting teacher spread his hands and said indifferently: "That's right, death is nothing to me, but I only cooperate with rational people. If you need to escape guilt, you need a lawyer, if you need to launder money, You need a banker, if you want to realize your wish, you need me, we want to go further, that’s the only way, you who can reach this position, you must understand what I am talking about, right?”

The power of words was amplified to its limit at this moment.

The expression on Little Morissa's face finally slowly disappeared. He pondered for a long time, put down the tequila cup in his hand, stood up, and waved his hands.

The gang members on both sides put down their guns, and the Desert Eagle in Song Wenbin's hand was taken away without mercy.

"Don't kill him, keep him alive."

Little Morissa ordered his men.

The men got the order and dragged the limp DEA out of the swimming pool.

After leaving, Little Morissa took a deep breath from the cigar and slowly exhaled it. He looked at the rolling mountains in the distance and asked Song Wenbin coldly: "By the way, what is your name?"

"Disgusting."

Teacher Wei is concise and to the point.

"Yan, I have rarely heard such logical words, and I have never seen such a courageous person. If I was a little skeptical before that you could make a lot of money for me, but now I am a little convinced."

“Trust is money.”

Teacher Yan said happily.

"Well said, trust is money. You have indeed won yourself an opportunity." Morissa took the box next to him, threw it to Song Wenbin, and said, "You said, double it within two weeks."

"As you wish, sir."

Teacher Yan bowed slightly, his dark eyes shining with unpredictable light.