Chapter 810 The slenderness of the secondary task (a typo is a sign, Xiao Zhengdao is really a fool
The players were stunned.
Does this guy really have a villa and hundreds of millions?
New options emerged, namely reject, agree and listen.
The nine players have never been so united, and all chose option three.
So Rohard quickly replied to Smith: "You say it first."
"Giggle, buddy, you are really impatient." Smith laughed like Santa Claus but more obscenely. He was about to put his arm around Rohard's shoulders, but then remembered his habit and withdrew his hand like an electric shock. "Okay. I never trust others easily.
I haven’t told anyone this secret, but for the sake of muscle cars, I believe you.”
Smith looked like it was a big secret. He washed his face and wiped off the sweat and stains on his face: "Do you recognize it?"
Players didn't see any changes except that it looked...darker.
Rohard too.
"Okay, maybe it's been too long and you can't recognize it... Have you seen "The Man in White"?" Smith said, posing with a gun on his chest.
Rohard's silence spoke volumes.
"What about "When Superman Knocks on the Door"? "I, Nigga", "Papa Smith", "Mechanical Nigga""
Smith rattled off a long list of names, but Rohard remained indifferent.
In the end, he used his trump card - a photo of a young version of Smith holding up the statuette. Wearing a black evening gown, he was not as thin and decadent as he is now.
"For this trophy, I fought with a group of polar bears in the ice and snow of Siberia at minus 80 degrees Celsius. When the movie was released, animal protection groups gathered in front of the Chinese Grand Theater to protest."
There is still an element of bragging, but the photos are indeed real.
His estate and hundreds of millions of dollars are also probably real.
Next, Rohard told what happened to him, excluding the bragging. It was roughly as follows: Smith came from a lower class and like most black people, he was a single-parent family - yes, although Smith had a father, his mother ran away after giving birth to him.
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So he was no different from other low-class black people. He dropped out of school at a young age and hung out with gangs. However, the goddess of luck favored him. After coming to Hollywood, he had a smooth journey, from supporting roles to leading roles, and he successively made many blockbuster commercial films.
It's a pity that Rohard was not smart enough. Like most black celebrities, he was squandered and even fell in love with gambling. He was set up in Las Vegas and lost everything.
Including his "identity".
Nowadays, the black superstar "Smith" still appears on the screen from time to time, attending various dance parties and drinking parties, taking photos and chatting with corporate tycoons and senior government officials, but no one knows that "Smith" was replaced after leaving Las Vegas.
It sounds like science fiction, but it is true.
Transparent Bridge thought. Could this be related to the secondary mission of the dream? Help Smith regain everything he lost and achieve a good ending...
"So come and help me. Each of us will have half of the estate and hundreds of millions of dollars." Smith grinned brightly. But - Mu Su likes to say no to self-righteous people.
until the option box appears.
【Promise him】
[agree to him excitedly]
【Yelling and yelling at him】
The three options are actually the same, which makes Transparent Bridge believe that this is a secondary task.
This time, there was no need to wait for Cen Yingying to choose. Transparent Bridge directly chose option one. If possible, Rohard's "taciturn" character is still very useful.
After all, if Smith thought that Rohard was also a chatterbox, he might talk endlessly... It would be fine if it was just like that, but the trouble is that too much dialogue will obviously trigger options frequently.
With Mu Su here, this is never a good idea.
In the last 5:0:4, silence beats chatter.
Dialog called, and Rohard nodded in agreement.
"Very good!" Smith pumped his fist vigorously and walked quickly around the muscle car. "We can start planning... Of course it's not just the two of us, I have other helpers!"
As if he was afraid that Rohard would regret it, Smith rushed to the corner living area, grabbed the phone and dialed.
The call was quickly connected, and Smith shouted excitedly: "Slake, I have found the third person. I can guarantee that he is a cold-blooded and ruthless super killer. No, no, no, it is different from the guy who was beaten to tears by a woman last time.
He is much more ruthless!"
"You don't believe it? Listen, do you know how we met? In the cell of the police station. He knocked down several FBI agents who were guarding us. Of course, I was not bad either. There was a guy who was about to shoot him in the back.
The gun was strangled by my handcuffs - of course, we are waiting for you at the secret base!"
Snap!
After hanging up the phone, an excited Smith introduced Rohard: "He is my best friend and brother! We live and die together!"
After a while, there was a knock on the garage door. Smith couldn't wait to open the garage door and let a black man on crutches in.
"Don't tell me this is the 'killer' you're looking for." Slack looked at Rohard and made a quotation mark gesture.
"Please don't do this. I don't look down on your IQ just because you are a cripple. He is a ruthless man." An excited Smith took Slack in his arms and came to Rohad to introduce them to each other.
"Rohama, this is Slack. Slack, this is Rohama."
"Rohard." Rohard said calmly.
"You don't look like a fool who listened to Smith's secret and was filled with ideas of getting rich." Slack leaned on the muscle car, leaning on a cane with both hands.
"Did he tell you, 'I've never told anyone this secret, for the sake of muscle cars, I believe you' and then start showing you off?"
Rohard glanced at Smith, whose smile turned awkward, and nodded slightly.
"You don't like to talk? That's good. This kind of person is usually better at keeping secrets, except for Smith's secret. This kind of thing that even the homeless man at the door knows is not a secret."
Slack waved his hand, used crutches to push away Smith who was blocking the way, and while rummaging for something from his bedside table, he said without looking back: "I think he must have told you that he has a father, right? Still.
Talking about that muscle car. Let me see...it was passed down from my father's father...shit, I stole this muscle car for him."
Rohard looked at Smith again, and Smith shrugged nonchalantly: "Don't worry about him, he is just jealous that I have a complete family."
"This is it." Slack dug out a notebook from the bottom of the drawer and threw it to Rohard. "Look, this is the plan we made a long time ago. I was too stupid to believe him at that time...
"
Smith's eyes suddenly widened: "Why is the plan in my house!"
Slack sat down on the bed and said, "This way when the fake Smith comes to trouble you, he will kill you directly when he sees the notes, instead of you confessing me."
Smith couldn't help but cursed back angrily.
"Now I think you deserved it for breaking your leg when you were a little nigger, nigga!"
