Fake Prodigal

Chapter 344 The Golden Villain

"Order an armed Harpatch helicopter with a cellular bazooka and a tomahawk." Li Hao said seriously.

"Stop playing! You have to be shot down from the sky, this is a malicious invasion!"

"I'm not kidding! I'm going to put it on a luxury yacht, so I can fly on the high seas." Li Hao said.

"This is difficult!"

Li Hao was silent for a while, and said rigorously: "I bid [-] million, Mr. Biao think of a way, I have a little trouble?"

"If you have any troubles, just say it. Master Biao has nothing else but loyalty, and you have enough brothers!"

"Send dozens of people over, the fiercer the better, and bring tough guys!" Li Hao added, and urged: "Do you have a gold AK, build me a town house to avoid evil!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" A cough sounded from the opposite side, and he said weakly: "There are gold-plated imitation AKs, but the real gold ones are too expensive, so there is no need for them!"

"Gold-plated ones are also fine, and they will be delivered to the beach villa area immediately. The price is not a problem!" Li Hao said excitedly.

"I'll be right there!" Sha Biao hung up the phone.

An hour later, four vans stopped in front of the villa, and a group of burly men stood in front of the villa, shaking their arms. The leader was the silly business manager Chang Mao, who proudly knocked on the door with a long box The courtyard door rang.

The gate of the courtyard was wide open, Li Hao and Fei Bo welcomed everyone into the courtyard, Changmao looked around, looked at the luxurious villa, his eyes became hotter, his attitude became more respectful, he nodded and bowed and said: "Young Master Li, the gold AK is in the box. The price is 1 yuan!"

Fei Bo took the box, opened it, and lifted the gold AK. Under the sunlight, it reflected streaks of golden light, making it so windy that it exploded.

Li Hao nodded in satisfaction, took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to Changmao, and said lightly: "Brother, please!"

"You're welcome, whoever is so short-sighted has provoked Young Master Li and taught him how to behave every minute of the day." Changmao had a ferocious expression, surrounded by big men who were fighting against each other, waving fists the size of sandbags, showing a sturdy physique like a bodybuilding coach. Glittering gold chain and cute octopus kitten tattoo.

"Hey, I've invested in a movie and I need some professional actors. You guys are going to be guest stars, so start the movie right away." With a smirk all over his face, Li Hao glanced at the burly men around him with the sharp eyes of grandma wolf looking at Little Red Riding Hood.

The burly man shuddered cleverly, his face was cloudy and uncertain, his mouth was wide open in astonishment, and he took three steps back in fear, with a strange expression on his face.

Changmao was dumbfounded, covered his face frantically, and said sadly: "Li Shaogao raised your hand, don't make fun of your brother. To put it bluntly, we are just bastards, we have nothing else to do with Master Biao. Made a movie!"

Li Hao patted Chang Mao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Everyone is not afraid of mountains of swords and seas of fire when you come out to hang out, but you are afraid of making movies. You can just act in your true colors. The salary is [-] per person, and Brother Chang Mao gets [-]. No problem!"

Chang Mao's eyes lit up instantly, his eyes became hot, his face blushed with excitement, his neck was thick, he turned his head and swept behind him, the younger brother did the same, and they all came over excitedly.

Li Hao strikes while the iron is hot, and continues: "Making movies not only makes money, but also makes you famous. You can earn [-] in one afternoon. Why are you hesitating?"

"Li Shaozhen is generous, don't say anything, brothers follow suit!" Changmao said decisively, and the burly men echoed and cheered loudly.

Li Hao stared at Fei Bo beside him. Xiaopang was wearing a black suit with floral shirt and big shiny leather shoes. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like an upstart.

Li Hao waved his hands, and joked: "Brother Changmao, according to Master Biao's style, to make an outfit for Xiaopang, it must be domineering and heroic."

"OK!" Changmao had a smirk on his face, and assured him, "Don't worry, Young Master Li, I'll take care of my little brother."

Three strokes in the morning and ten in the afternoon.

Li Hao sat leisurely on the third-floor platform, looking down at the compound from a high position. A group of burly men squatted in a circle, holding lunch boxes in their hands, chatting and laughing happily.

Fei Bo sat among the burly men. He was wearing black sunglasses, a white trench coat, a gold chain around his neck, and an alligator belt around his waist. His trousers were changed into green camouflage, and his shoes were changed into brown pointed-toed leather boots. The nouveau riche's temperament is not there, revealing a sturdy bandit spirit.

This is what the boss wanted. Li Hao was very satisfied. He lit a cigarette and swept across the chaotic shooting scene.

A quarter of an hour later, the lunch break ended and the filming began, with the last street shootout.

"Lighting and camera preparation, ACTION!" Chu Xiuyan raised her small hand and lowered it gracefully, the crew set the board and the camera turned on.

Fei Bo made his debut on the stage, he flung his windbreaker, held his golden AK high, and took a domineering square step, strolling along the deserted long street, followed by a group of burly men arrogantly , holding all kinds of hard things in his hand, showing the most ferocious expression, revealing a bit of arrogance.

The camera and lights followed the left and right, recording the shocking scene. Chu Xiuyan was elated, her eyes became brighter and brighter. This feeling was what she wanted. These extras were too professional, and they walked aggressively in these few steps, and their expressions were very good. Give people an immersive sense of fear.

"Da da da!" Fei Bo, with a thick cigar in his mouth, looked up at the sky and laughed maniacally. He fired guns at the sky wantonly, and a group of bodyguards rushed out from both sides of the street. The two sides started a scuffle, and the tragic fight began.

The crew was busy, pushing the camera to catch up with the filming. Fei Bo showed his demeanor, the gun battle was hearty, and the hand-to-hand fight at the end was equally exciting.

"CUT!" Chu Xiuyan was extremely excited, and exclaimed coquettishly, the filming went so smoothly, the big villain, Fatty, hit the street smoothly, and the film was completed.

The cameraman turned off the phone, and the crew cheered. The most difficult fight scene to shoot was passed smoothly, and the effect was surprisingly good. Fei Bo vividly displayed his arrogant, domineering, uncompromising demeanor.

With a crumpled cigarette in his mouth, Li Hao casually walked up to Chu Xiuyan, and said indifferently, "Fatty can't rush to the street, let's make an extra scene!"

Chu Xiuyan's complexion changed, black lines flashed across her forehead, she tilted her head to stare at Li Hao, and said coquettishly, "Don't be kidding, if the fat man doesn't die, there will be no ending."

"There must be no ending, and suspense must be left for the audience. You don't want to make a sequel. If Fatty dies, you'll have to make a fart." Li Hao exhaled a puff of smoke, and said confidently.

Chu Xiuyan couldn't help but laugh, and joked: "Oh! You have an idea. Before the movie is a big hit, you are thinking about making a sequel."

"Hey, there's no chance that the movie of Goddess of Households won't be popular?" Li Hao said with a smirk.
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