Chapter 358 Encirclement and suppression of black people
The screenwriter looked back and saw me.
"Who are you?" he asked, stunned.
"You are the screenwriter of Director Tang's crew, right? I have been waiting for you for a long time." I quickly stretched out my hand and said.
He shook my hand hesitantly and then asked, "Why are you waiting for me?"
"I'll talk to you about joining the group." I said flatteringly.
"...If you join the team, you should find Director Tang." The screenwriter replied casually.
"The only difference is that it's hard to see Director Tang, hehe."
I grinned, took out 10,000 yuan from my pocket, put it directly into his hand, and then said, "How about we get in the car and chat for a while, brother."
The screenwriter was stunned for a moment while holding the money, hesitating for a moment, thinking about hanging on, so he said, "Let's talk about it after it's over. You can come over later, I don't have time now."
I saw that B had a huge appetite, and it was not something he could afford with ten thousand dollars, so I casually put my hand on his neck.
"What are you doing?" The screenwriter took a small step back.
"Snapped."
I took out a murder weapon from my trouser pocket and put it directly on his stomach. I put my arms around his neck and asked with a smile: "Do you know what this is? It's called a screwdriver. It can penetrate cowhide. What do you think it could do if it pricks you?" Effect."
"Who the hell are you?" The screenwriter was stunned and pushed me.
"Don't fight back. I've been squatting all night and I'm not in a good temper." I advised kindly.
"Fuck you."
"Hold."
"Puff, puff, puff,."
I held the screwdriver at the base of his thigh and stabbed it three times without warning, and blood came out.
"Look, you have to force me to commit a crime. Can we have a good talk?" I asked with a frown.
“…….” The screenwriter looked at me and said nothing.
"Here, give me back the 10,000 yuan prop. Hey, you are quite smart, but you just won't be fooled, right..."
While chatting with him, I dragged him to the GL8 and drove away.
…
inside the car.
"Dong, dong dong."
Jin Beibei and Lao Xian punched the screenwriter one after another.
"...Why did you commit treason? Fuck you." Lao Xian asked.
"Brother, because of money, because of money." The screenwriter had already softened and answered, covering his head.
"Boom."
"Why did you sleep with this little girl because of money, and even take pictures of her?" Lao Xian punched the screenwriter in the face and continued to ask.
"Brother, I didn't sleep with you."
"Snapped."
"You didn't sleep with me. Why did you take other people's photos?"
"Brother, he gave it to me."
"Bang."
"Here you go, you want it."
"...Brother, can you be more reasonable and stop fighting? I will do whatever you want." The screenwriter was completely convinced.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped on the side of the road.
"Who has the photo?" I turned around and asked.
"...Tang...Tang Botu..., damn, this stupid nigger, I told him not to cause trouble, his dad is not easy to mess with, but he just doesn't believe it, foreigners are all stupid, fuck him. "The screenwriter returned holding his thigh.
"I'll give you five minutes to think about it. Find a way to bring Tang Botu out and get the video." I frowned and said.
"In less than five minutes, I said, Nao Nao's mother wants to pay 100,000 yuan in exchange for the photo. I'll exchange it, and he will definitely come over." The screenwriter said without hesitation.
"You can't play with me, right?" I asked, licking my lips.
"Brother, Tang Botu and I are just interested in each other. We are not friends. There is no need for me to shoulder the burden for him," the screenwriter said quickly.
"Yes, I don't think you are stupid."
I nodded and said he could call.
"Dudu."
The screenwriter dialed Tang Botu's cell phone.
"Hello, my friend." Tang Botu answered the phone.
"Oh, Don, where are you?" the screenwriter asked.
"I'm having lunch with my beautiful body."
Tang Botu said nonsensically. At this moment, he had received the last remittance and was packing cash and luxury jewelry in the rented studio. The USB drive of Nao Nao's photos was also there, but he was going to destroy it. Because he is ready to leave today.
"That's right, thanks to the blessing of the great Mohammed, Nao Nao's mother just called me and said she was willing to pay 100,000 yuan to buy back the photos." The screenwriter said in a down-to-earth manner.
When Tang Botu heard this, his greedy eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately said: "You know Li, I am a director and it is not appropriate to appear in public..."
When the editor heard this, he immediately cursed inwardly, and then said with a smile: "I am a screenwriter, so I have no problem."
"Li, you are really a good helper to me."
"Come here and give me the USB flash drive, Tang," the screenwriter asked.
"Keep a negative."
"I think one hundred thousand dollars is the amount. There is an old Chinese saying that when it's enough, it's better not to anger him." The screenwriter said tactfully.
"Okay, I believe you, Lee."
Lao Xian immediately took out his mobile phone and typed an address in the column for editing text messages. The screenwriter read it and then the two hung up the phone.
"Do you think he can come?" I asked the screenwriter.
"When I hear there is money to be made, he will definitely come. This guy looks like he has been poor for eight lifetimes. Yan Guo not only plucks his feathers, but also all his hair," the screenwriter said firmly.
"Okay, let's go."
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The other end.
In a cafe outside Jinding KTV, Pineapple and two middle-aged people were sitting face to face.
"You have a case to put down." the middle-aged man asked.
"It's not me who has a case, it's someone else who has a case." Pineapple replied.
"What case?" one of the middle-aged men asked.
"I don't know." Pineapple thought for a moment and replied.
"Are you kidding me? I don't know why you asked us to come over." The middle-aged man replied with a frown.
"But there must be something wrong with him. Five people, four young people and one older man, were in our place some time ago." Pineapple licked his lips and replied.
"...How do you know there is a case against them?" The middle-aged man thought for a moment and continued to ask.
"They use other people's ID cards to rent houses. Do you think there is any case?" Pineapple asked.
The two middle-aged men fell silent immediately.
"They came here by application, it has nothing to do with the location." Pineapple added.
"Can you find this group of people?" Another middle-aged man also asked.
"I can do it now, but I won't know after a while. To be honest, we have a bit of a conflict. I don't order him for money, but just to vent my anger." Pineapple said slowly.
"What are their names?"
"One of them is named Xiang Nan, and the other is named Li Hao. I don't know about the others. Oh, they are from the Northeast, they seem to be from Heilongjiang. They are about 20 years old. Xiang Nan is about 1.78 meters tall, and Li Hao is 1 meter tall. About eight." Pineapple thought about it and said.
"Okay, let's go back and check. If you get it right next time, call us again. It's all right, so don't bother us." The two policemen said, then got up and left.
Pineapple sat where he was, grinned, then paid the order and left.
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The other end.
I drove the car to a park in the suburbs and started waiting.
Tang Botu did not take a taxi directly to the agreed place, but got off the bus one kilometer early. Then he thought for a moment, cunningly took off his loincloth and stuffed it into the trash can outside the park, where all his property was.
After doing this, he walked into the park. Everyone said black people were stupid, but Tang Botu seemed to have a genetic mutation and was extremely sinister and cautious. After he entered the park, he first made a call to the screenwriter.
"Are you here? I'm waiting here." the screenwriter asked.
"You know Li, the traffic in Beijing is as constipated as the anus of an old man who is nearly fifty years old. I am still on the road." Tang Botu said, standing in the corner of the park, observing the surroundings.
"Oh, okay, how long do you need it for?"
"Ten minutes."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
With that said, the two hung up the phone, and then I asked the screenwriter: "Where is he?"
"He said there was a traffic jam and he would be here in ten minutes."
"Go and wait for him under the stone statue. Don't play any tricks. There are five of us. If you dare to run away, your legs will be broken if caught." I said quickly.
"I understand, I understand." The screenwriter nodded repeatedly.
"Go down."
Li Hao opened the car door, the screenwriter covered his thighs, got out of the GL8, and then walked towards the stone statue. Tang Botu, who was sitting in the park, scanned twice and happened to see him. After seeing that the screenwriter was alone, he immediately grinned. He smiled, took the phone, and headed over.
On our side, after the screenwriter got off the bus, Li Hao, Han Dayan, Jin Beibei, and Lao Xian also had to go down and block a few exits. Because the terrain here is complicated and the appointment was too far away, Tang Botu would definitely not come. So we can only catch him here.
Li Hao and Han Dayan separated after getting off the car, but Lao Xian and Jin Beibei didn't know at this moment that Tang Botu had arrived. Seeing the screenwriter walking lamely towards the stone statue, Jin Beibei frowned and shouted: "Don't be so lame. Turn around and hold on to your pants."
"Don't fucking yell." Lao Xian scolded Jin Beibei.
"There is blood on his pants, you didn't see it," Jin Beibei replied.
"Uh-huh."
Tang Botu, who was about to walk towards the screenwriter, instantly turned his head and looked over.
"If you have something to do, send him a text message and say, don't fucking yell..." Lao Xiang just wanted to teach Jin Beibei a few words. He lowered his head and lit a cigarette. When he looked up at random, he saw a black creature with extremely fast speed. He quickly ran towards the flower bed next to the park.
"Holy shit, why is this person so familiar? Ouch, that's not right, Haozi, Haozi, is here, running towards you." Lao Xian threw away the cigarette he just lit and ran after him.
"Whoosh!"
Li Hao walked around to the outside of the flower bed, spread his legs, and blocked it directly.
And Han Dayan strolled over from the opposite direction.
"Damn, the Chinese are so unscrupulous, they forgot about making money from me, right?" Tang Botu cursed fiercely, and instead of running towards the trash can where the money was placed, he rushed towards a small road.
Around the park, a battle to annihilate black liars has begun.