Siheyuan: violent engineer, dictatorial disobedience

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I think I should meet you again. I want to ask, what should I do in the face of the current crisis?"

In the reception room, Lei Luo didn't talk nonsense, and directly stated his purpose.

He came to Liu Jianshe this time because he wanted to hear the other party's opinion.

Lei Luo found out through some means that the foreigners were indeed preparing to deal with him.

In other words, foreigners feel that corruption is too serious, so that foreigners can't stand it anymore.

The local foreigners desperately hope to take advantage of the blood transfusion from the colonies so that they can recover.

So I began to think about how to stop this kind of corruption, so that Hong Kong City can increase the progress of blood transfusions for foreigners.

The third brother has gone out independently, without the blood transfusion from the third brother, he can only look at Hong Kong City.

"What can you do? You should eat and drink. Don't take things to heart. Being happy is the most important thing."

"After a year, when your own son comes over, just surrender and hand over the money embezzled over the years. Wouldn't it be enough to change your life?"

Liu Jianshe smiled and offered an idea.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I will not be caught without a fight, and I will never sit still. You are from the mainland, so you must have a mission, right?"

"I will definitely cooperate with your mission, as long as I can keep my property, I don't want to be killed as an example to others, those ghosts are not even willing to see me now."

"Obviously let them take most of their money, why should I take the blame?"

"I'm not convinced! I'm really not convinced!"

Lei Luo couldn't hold back completely, and kept roaring in the reception room.

The ghosts concealed it deeply and completely excluded him, which would have resulted in Liu Jianshe's reminder.

Lei Luo is still immersed in the dream of the money empire.

A Billionaire Inspector, the No. [-] brother in the Chinese police circle, what a coveted title.

"Do you want to survive? Do you want to get rid of the fate of running away?"

After Lei Luo finished venting, Liu Jianshe seductively whispered like a devil.

Lei Luo's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Liu Jianshe's hand excitedly.

"I knew it. You must have come with a mission. Are you going to restore Hong Kong City?"

"I raise my hand to welcome, and I can even lead the way myself."

Looking at Lei Luo who was extremely excited, Liu Jianshe couldn't get rid of the opponent's big hand angrily.

"What are you thinking about? I mean to provide you with a new idea and get rid of your current predicament."

"Don't the ghosts want to stop corruption? You just obey their wishes, before the people who deal with you come."

"You take the lead in attacking corruption and corruption, and return Hong Kong City to a bright future."

As Liu Jianshe said, he took out a notebook from the desk drawer.

Handed it to Lei Luo.

Lei Luo took the notebook and was attracted by the large characters of the ICAC on it, and then read it seriously.

The more you watch carefully, the more you feel that the plan written above can be implemented.

This newly established department can completely relieve the urgent need.

However, Lei Luo has a new trouble.

That is, the entire Hong Kong police community has become accustomed to the money empire model.

Some people will object to the sudden establishment of a new department.

Moreover, the voice of opposition will not be too small, and if it is not done well, it will cause public anger.

If one adjustment is not good, he, Lei Luo, will still run away.

"The plan is a good plan, but it is too difficult to implement. They are used to the current life. Once their benefits are cancelled."

"My first brother can't suppress it. The pressure from below will eventually run away."

Lei Luo sighed, and threw the notebook down on the table.

"Look at you, before the plan is implemented, you start to retreat. I have considered your concerns a long time ago."

"Come on, open the second drawer, there is a new plan in it, which can completely solve your worries."

Lei Luo quickly opened the second drawer, and there was indeed a notebook inside.

There is also a line written in the notebook, about the expectation of vigorously developing the entertainment industry in Hong Kong City.

Ten minutes later, Lei Luo put down his notebook.

"Can Hong Kong entertainment really replace Hollywood according to your plan?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that I feel a little dazed. According to your plan, I find it difficult to make Hong Kong entertainment popular all over the world within 20 years."

Lei Luo couldn't help but glanced at Liu Jianshe curiously.

The other party is just the director of a rolling mill, why there are so many unconstrained methods.

If according to the other party's plan, spend five years cultivating a series of entertainment talents, and then leave the port city.

It is popular all over the world, head-to-head with Hollywood, and the benefits it brings can indeed appease the subordinates.

But here comes the question, can Hong Kong Entertainment really implement the other party's plan?

Will the ghost agree?

"The pattern is small, isn't it? To open up the pattern, the benefits brought by the cultural industry are no less than other industries."

"Besides, if Hong Kong entertainment is vigorously developed, the ghosts will raise their hands to make it happen, and the heroic deeds of the ghosts will be publicized in the early stage."

"The queen of ghosts will definitely not refuse. When it becomes popular, you can completely carry private goods. At that time, who will know that you are a billion-dollar detective?"

"Everyone will say that you are No. 1 in Hong Kong Entertainment."

After Liu Jianshe finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and Guo Ruo and Ji Lin walked in.

"Let me introduce. These two are my queen screenwriters. I have several scripts in my hands recently. First, make a movie to see the effect. Finally, you decide whether to implement the plan."

"Old Ji, take out your script of Saving Private Ryan and show it to Detective Lei."

Ji Lin nodded, and took out the script as if showing off.

Lei Luo took the script and watched it seriously.

Immediately fascinated by the plot.

The Shuangwen, which pretends to be face-to-face, is very engaging. In addition, Ji Lin's script is not so much a script as a novel.

For this novel, he and Ji Lin lived and ate and lived together for more than a week, and it took a lot of effort to create an epoch-making novel.

In the current time and space, war movies are still popular. This magically modified novel can be said to be of great significance.

After Ji Lin finished writing this novel, he once said with emotion.

"Based on this novel, I can say at least a dozen foreign women, it's so f*cking wonderful."

Although the language is relatively vulgar, it is also a very high evaluation.

"Although I don't know much about movies, this script is very attractive to me. I happen to know Mr. Yin."

"Master, can you lend me the script for a few days, so I can let Mr. Yin read it?"

The Mr. Yin mentioned by Lei Luo is exactly Yinyong, a martial arts hero in Hong Kong today.

As we all know, the four great talents in Hong Kong City are headed by Mr. Yin.

If Mr. Yin can nod, it means that this script can be filmed.

Once the box office is guaranteed, Nalei Luo will fully agree with Liu Jianshe's plan.

"I can borrow you for a few days, but I have to write a few words." Ji Lin said proudly.

Lei Luo nodded, thinking that the other party would greet Mr. Yin with an inscription.

Unexpectedly, Ji Lin picked up a pen and wrote on the script.

"Ji Lin's original work, Sima who copied and followed suit!"

"Where's the camera? Hurry up and take a picture for me, or I won't worry!"

Lei Luo: ...

Are intellectuals so aware of copyright?

Also, besides, Mr. Yin wrote about martial arts, so copying your military is useless?

Lei Luo complained in his heart, but Liu Jianshe nodded seriously.

Chapter 414: Dog Thief!You give me back my Bingqingyujie Xiaolongnv!

Inside the residence of Mr. Yin.

When Lei Luo hurried over to let Mr. Yin watch the script.

Mr. Yin's first reaction was that he didn't want to.

Ever since the title of martial arts novel No. 1 was determined, people often came over to him for appreciation of some garbage manuscripts.

If it is a wonderful manuscript, Mr. Yin will not be stingy with his evaluation.

But, since the big guy thought that writing martial arts novels could make a fortune.

A swarm of bees began to write, and the quality of the manuscripts was even more uneven.

At first, Mr. Yin patiently gave advice.

However, many people write nonsense, their sentences are not fluent, and their vocabulary is extremely scarce.

A manuscript is filled with simple vocabulary, which is simply eye-catching.

One guy in particular with the pseudonym 180 Blind Dates wrote something that felt humiliating.

There is no logic, there is a lot of nonsense, and there is a lot of nonsense. If you are sloppy, you will write some saliva.

It's like insulting the handsome and handsome reader.

Therefore, after Lei Luo took out the script, Mr. Yin's first reaction was to refuse.

"Lei Luo, you are a big brother in the Chinese police circle. In theory, you should not be short of money?"

"Although cross-border is popular recently, you can't force yourself into the literati circle. Literati are all proud."

"Listen to my words, there is no need to force yourself into a circle that you can't fit in. There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering and it's the shore!"

Mr. Yin took over the script and had no intention of watching it.

Instead, he patiently comforted Lei Luo.

Mr. Yin thought the script was Lei Luo's play for fun, and he didn't plan to watch it at all.

Lei Luo also knew that Mr. Yin had misunderstood him.

So, he put the weapon he was carrying on the table, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at Mr. Yin calmly.

"Oh, I suddenly feel that it is not impossible to cross borders. You don't need to be good at writing novels, as long as you can tell the story well."

"Wait a few minutes, I'll take a look at the manuscript."

Those who know the current affairs are Junjie. Facing firearms, Mr. Yin decided to watch the script on the spot.

Turning to the first page of the script, there are a few very eye-catching big characters that directly make the corners of Mr. Yin's mouth twitch.

Ji Lin was the original, plagiarized and followed by Sima.

Mr. Yin really wanted to scold the other party, but just as he was about to scold him, Lei Luo turned the firearm in one direction.

So, Mr. Yin decisively shut up.

Patiently turned to the second page and began to read casually.

Half an hour later, Mr. Yin closed the script with mixed emotions.

A face is full of surprise, after calming down.

Mr. Yin stretched out his thumb and praised: "Awesome, this script is not so much a script as a cross-age novel."