hollywood entertainment mogul

The lights in the bar were bright, there were no customers in the booth area or on the dance floor, and there were only two people sitting in front of the bar.

One is Quentin Tarantino, and the other is Boss Ajit. He is a white man in his forties, wearing a floral shirt, a gold chain and a gold watch. Behind him are two men with guns. He looks more mature.

style.

At this time, Boss Ajit was holding a bright silver Desert Eagle and pointing at the script on the table.

"This paragraph needs to be changed. Boss Fernando gave the goods worth 1 million to Kurt for trading. Kurt took the goods to Los Angeles, sold them and went missing?

This is impossible. We will arrange for at least five people to trade goods worth more than 500,000 US dollars. There are two confidants among them. How can it be handed over to only one person?

What you wrote like this makes us too retarded. Even if I don't come to trouble you, other people will. This paragraph must be changed, do you understand?"

Quentin nodded, his expression a little stiff.

"Don't be nervous. I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't listen to me, no one will read this script."

Boss Ajit said while shaking his gun.

"Yes, you are right!"

"Also, 80% of the drugs in the Los Angeles area come from Mexico. Almost all the people who work with them know each other. Kurt came to Los Angeles with a large amount of drugs. Do you think you can sell them if you want? Impossible, this is not consistent.

logic...."

"Yes, I will change it soon."

Quentin wiped his sweat secretly.

"Boss, Duka is here."

A gangster ran to the bar and said.

"Oh~"

Ajit turned around and looked towards the hall. He saw a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes walking down the aisle. He was wearing a loose light blue shirt. He was tall and straight, with a tough temperament. Every step he took was steady and not tight.

Not slow, but with a poise and confidence beyond his years.

"Duka, why did you come back?"

Quentin jumped up in surprise.

"Sorry, I just got a haircut. How does my new hairstyle look like?"

"not bad."

Quentin grinned and winked at Ajit. He thought of a solution quickly. He held a gun and forced me to change the script. I almost drove him crazy.

"Mr. Ajit, I'm sorry I'm late."

Duka extended his hand and greeted.

"It doesn't matter, I don't like to be disturbed when I'm getting a haircut."

Ajit shook hands.

"Thank you for understanding, would you like something to drink?"

"random!"

Ajit said.

Duca walked into the bar and poured a glass of sparkling wine for each of Quentin, Ajit and Tom.

"Ahem~"

Tom looked at the wine glass and then at him. Weren't we going to have a shootout? Why did he start drinking again? Who will pay for it later?

"Boss Ajit, are you here for anything today?"

Duca asked while holding the wine glass.

"Hey~ stop pretending. You didn't let us bulk up in the bar during this period, which caused us to lose a lot of money. Yesterday, you injured five of us. How do you calculate these two accounts?"

A gangster wearing sunglasses shouted behind Ajit.

"Hey, we really don't blame us for this. The five of them touched the girl's buttocks on the dance floor and then hit the girl's boyfriend. How can this be done? Duca came out to stop them and stopped them from messing around. The five of them

The man refused to listen and even took a knife to kill someone.

Duka used his bare hands to deal with them, his attack was not serious, it was a bit excessive. Boss Ajit, we are willing to compensate 500, no, 1,000 US dollars for medical expenses, what do you think?"

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Tom grinned.

"This matter is a small matter. Let's talk about bulk cargo first. Can Sunshine Boy Bar handle bulk cargo?"

Ajit asked, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Can't!"

Seeing that Tom was about to nod, Duca raised his hand and said, "The bar is our territory. Flodo and the others came here to sneak in bulk goods without following any rules. The bar was investigated and punished by the police several times. So from now on,

Sunny Boy Bar prohibits the sale of any illegal drugs."

"Humph~Duka, it's wrong for Frodo and the others to secretly come here to bulk goods, but your statement is also wrong. Look at this bar street. Is it very lively and bustling? Is there a lot of people there? Do you know why?"

Akit asked, pointing outside the bar.

"Why?"

“It’s because we are here and it’s our credit!”

"oh?"

Duca looked at Tom, is it true?

Tom was stunned for a moment and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

"Humph, don't you believe it? If we sent people to harass, make trouble, and set fire every day, would there still be such people in Bar Street? No, if we didn't manage this street, it would become chaos in a few days.

Do you believe that no one can do business in this neighborhood?"

Ajit asked dully.

Tom frowned. This seemed to make sense, but he felt something was wrong.

Quentin touched his big chin and took a pen to write and draw in his writing book.

"It makes some sense, please continue!"

"The reason why we don't come here to cause trouble, and we don't allow other people to cause trouble, is because we need a stable bulk cargo market. The more people here, the more lively it is, and the better it is for us.

So we try our best to maintain the stability and prosperity of the neighborhood, and spend a lot of money and manpower on this. The bar street is lively, you make money and get benefits. In return, we do some small business in the bar, is that too much?

"

Ajit spread his hands and asked.

Tom scratched his fat face and thought about it, it didn't seem too much.

Quentin writes hard and writes quickly.

Duka laughed and said, "Boss Ajit is right. According to your logic, it's not too much for you to bulk up here."

"Then why do you want to stop us from bulking up in the bar? You enjoy the benefits but are unwilling to reciprocate. Isn't it a bit unreasonable?"

Ajit patted the bar and said.

"Boss, why are you telling them so much? These black-hearted businessmen only know how to make money and don't know how to repay. They are too selfish and shameless. If you ask me to tell you, I will smash this place to see if they dare to ban drugs."

The gangster wearing sunglasses said angrily.

"Wait a minute, we are reasonable people and we must know how to convince people with reason."

Boss Ajit waved his hand.

"Yes, boss!"

The gangster wearing sunglasses said respectfully.

"Duka, why don't we just leave it alone and let them bulk cargo?"

Tom said quietly.

Duka shook his head, "Boss Ajit, you are right, but there are some problems.

First of all, Bar Street is already very lively and popular. It was you who secretly came here to buy bulk goods when you saw that there was a market here. It was not because you came that this place developed.

Secondly, there are police patrols on this street from time to time. The street is peaceful and lively, so it has little to do with you.

Third, you said that you spend a lot of manpower and material resources to keep the bar street prosperous. I question this.

This month, there were five thieves in the bar, and three groups of gang members came to collect protection money, fight and cause trouble, and drink without paying. A store next door was robbed, and other shops and entertainment venues on the street were also harassed by gang members.

.

If you can guarantee that the bar will no longer be harassed by other gangs, and no one will come here to make trouble, we can agree to let you continue to sell bulk goods, can you guarantee it?"

"Yes!"

Tom clapped his hands.

"How is this possible? Boss, it's useless to reason with these unreasonable people. If you want me to say kill this guy directly, let's see if this damn fat guy dares to go against us."

The gangster wearing sunglasses took out a semi-automatic rifle from his arms.

"Boss, do it!"

More than a dozen other gangsters gathered around with guns of various styles.

Ajit also picked up the gun on the bar and asked coldly,

"Are you really not prepared to be reasonable?"

"Don't do anything, we can talk again."

Tom winked at Duca quickly.

Quentin unknowingly moved from the middle of the bar to the corner and was about to move out.

"Don't worry, I have a gun too!"

Duca smiled and took out a Glock 17 pistol from his pocket.

"Hahaha~, pistol?"

"You want to play with us with a pistol?"

The gangsters raised their rifles and laughed.

Duca took out another silencer and installed it on the front end of the pistol.

"No matter what time it is, the strong always bullies the weak. How can you prove that you are stronger than me?"

"You want to challenge a group of us alone?"

Ajit narrowed his eyes and asked.

"We are all businessmen. It would be boring to fight and kill. Look at that table."

Duca pointed to the booth in front of the bar. There were six beer bottles on the table, more than 60 meters away from the bar.

"What do you want to do?"

Akit asked.

Duca picked up the gun and fired three times.

Bang bang bang~ The three beer bottles exploded one after another and turned into pieces.

"Hiss~"

The people present took a deep breath, this was so damn accurate.

It's difficult to aim a pistol originally, and with the addition of a silencer and a heavier barrel, it's even harder to get accurate in seconds, but this bastard hit them all, and he still fired quickly.

"Oh~fuuuck! What did I see?"

Quentin held his head in his hands and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Duka, how did you do it? Are you a sharpshooter?"

"No, it's just magic! There are four wine bottles left, does anyone want to play with them?"

Duca asked, holding the pistol.

Ajit narrowed his eyes and picked up the Desert Eagle, and the other gangsters also raised their guns.

"Don't shoot, we have something to discuss."

Tom shouted hiding behind the bar.

"Huh, this isn't over yet!"

Ajit put away his gun, turned and left the bar.

"Scared me!"

Tom was lying on the ground, his face pale and his limbs weak.

"I finally left. Reality is much more exciting than the movies."

Quentin also patted his chest and leaned against the wall weakly.

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"Boss, we should fight him. He only has one gun and is no match for us."

Outside the bar door, the gangster wearing sunglasses put away his gun and said.

"Stupid! Fighting with a sharpshooter? How many people will we die?"

Ajit snorted coldly.

"But if we leave like this, it will bring bad reputation to us if word spreads."

The gangster wearing sunglasses said.

"Reputation is not important, life is the most important. A business partner often tells me that we are businessmen, making money is the most important thing, don't fight and kill all day long, do you understand?"

"Understood boss!"

The gangsters said in unison.

Diwu~diwu~diwu~

At this time a police car drove up the street.

The gangsters immediately dispersed, some squatting on the ground to tie their shoelaces, some sitting on the ground picking their noses, and some holding stones on the ground to do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

Ajit took out a notebook and a pen from his pocket and started writing attentively. He was still writing when the police car passed by.

"Boss, the police are gone."

The gangster wearing sunglasses walked over and reminded him.

"Hmph, do you think I'm afraid of the police? I just thought of a brilliant idea. Here, give it to that particularly vicious-looking guy in the bar. This is my idea. Give it to him for free and let him write it down.

It will definitely sell well in the future.”

Boss Ajit said seriously.

"Yes, boss."

The gangster wearing sunglasses ran back to the bar again.

Ajit sighed lightly, if I hadn't joined a gang back then, I should have been an excellent screenwriter, but it's a pity that I have so much talent.

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