The Murderer Acted So Well, The Special Police Asked Me How Many Years I Had Squatted

"Action!"

The team was advancing in the tunnel, and suddenly someone made a dissatisfied voice.

"Two hundred gold bars, exactly two hundred! Throw them on the ground!"

The man kept complaining:

"Maybe, I mean, the police must not be that fast. Mr. Song is still dealing with them on the ground. I guess we still have at least half an hour."

"Maybe turn around now," the man suggested.

"There is still time, as long as we reach out, each person can share fifty more gold bars..."

Some people's eyes lit up quietly, as if they were moved by him.

Several people turned their attention to the leader walking in the front.

The leader stopped and turned around.

His back is straight and his voice is gentle and humble.

"If you want to go back, I'm afraid we have to kill you. Because you will definitely run into the police directly and reveal our identities."

The coldness contained in the words made everyone dare not speak again.

The leader suddenly laughed: "Feel less profitable? That's easy to solve."

He said relaxedly: "I'll only keep half of it, and give you the rest, how about it? This way, each person can get 60 more gold bars, which is very cost-effective."

The others looked at each other, seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Don't try to lie, Brother Li, we all have to take it seriously." Someone joked.

The leader shook his head, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult for people to see his true thoughts.

"I like money, but not to that extent."

"The process of stealing, hiss..." He took a deep breath, with intoxication appearing on his face.

"Sweet as hell."

"Pass!"

Director Suitian's voice fell, and the whole crew cheered.

What was filmed just now was the last scene. After one and a half months, the filming of "The Heist of the Century" was finally completed.

Liu Jinsheng rushed forward and pinned Li Si's head under his armpit:

"You're a real god! That line just now didn't exist in the script, improvised? It's too stealthy."

Li Si easily broke free and caught Liu Jinsheng in turn. Several photographers rushed to pat.

These are all valuable tidbits.

Director Tian walked forward with his hands behind his back, and he was full of sighs inside and out: "It's finally over, it's really not easy..."

It is a blessing and a challenge for the director to have actors of the same level as Li Si and Liu Jinsheng join the group at the same time.

Their sense of performance is genius level, and they have new ideas anytime and anywhere.

What surprised Director Tian the most was Li Si.

Compared with the crew of "Gunshot", Li Si has more enthusiasm for acting, and is no longer in the state of "it doesn't matter whether you act well or not, I just play casually anyway".

"Okay, okay, stop laughing! Tonight at eight o'clock, we will have a wrap-up banquet at the Lijing Hotel." Director Tian clapped his hands and said loudly.

The cheers grew louder. The Regent Hotel was of a very high standard. Usually, going to dinner would cost at least four figures per person. The crew really had a lot of money.

Director Tian smiled.

In fact, the cost of the film crew has almost been spent, but before the Regent Hotel died, a big sister named An Hong stabbed her little boy to death.

Since then, the price of hotel banquets has plummeted, and no one cares about it even if it is discounted by 10%.

At the wrap-up banquet, the crew took turns to toast Li Si. Li Si remained calm and drank until the glass was dry, and everyone lamented how good he was.

It was Liu Jinsheng's turn, he was an old alcoholic, and he knew something was wrong as soon as he smelled it.

Stretching out his hand to hold Li Si's wine glass, Liu Jinsheng yanked it but did not move it: "Show me."

Li Si looked at him calmly.

"The deflated Sprite?" Liu Jinsheng asked.

Li Si's eyes wandered.

Liu Jinsheng was furious, and ran after Li Si, and everyone laughed.

Director Tian shook his head, forget about Li Si, why are you Liu Jinsheng still so childish?

"Whose [Love Bobo Bear Strawberry Cake]?" the waiter came over and asked.

"Give it to me, I'll see who it is." Director Tian stood up calmly.

The wrap-up banquet didn't end until midnight, Li Si walked out of the hotel with a pile of packed leftovers.

He saw Feng Suyi in the car, it was still the familiar broken Corolla.

"Sister Susu!" Li Si shouted from afar.

The car window was rolled down, and Bean Sprout's little head poked out: "Is there any ice cream?"

Li Si raised the bag, Bean Sprout studied it carefully, and found that it was full of knuckle fried fish, and rolled up the car window again.

"Are you done?" Feng Su took out a handkerchief to wipe Li Si's sweat, her eyes sparkling.

"That's great, our Li Si is about to become famous. Hey, tell me, will you get a best actor?"

Li Si smiled, "The Heist of the Century" was a great success in the previous life, there is no reason why it would not be popular in another world.

"Don't worry, Sister Susu." He said confidently, "I will work hard this time, at least I will come back with an award."

a month later.

Li Si's home.

"Death at the box office!" Tian Daokuang hammered the table, in agony.

The room was gloomy, and Liu Jinsheng was lying on the sofa, opening and closing his mouth like a dehydrated fish: "Abaa, abaa..."

It's over, my actor career is over.

What will my fans think of me if I act in such a bad film with low box office?

Lumick came in cautiously and took a look, then ran out quickly.

Li Si sighed, facing this situation, he also gave up.

With an investment of 60 million, the box office in the first week was 890,000.

What concept?

At the same time, there is a parent-child film produced by Mickey Mouse, aimed at children under the age of six, "The Adventures of Mickey Mouse".

The single-day box office is 400,000. One day!

Their movie's box office in a week can barely beat others for two days.

If there is no accident, there must be an accident.

The little assistant rushed in with the computer in his arms like a gust of wind: "Director Tian, ​​look at this, there is another film critic in China writing an article, and he is an old wolf!"

Lao Lang is a well-known film critic with 100 million fans on the Internet. Hearing this name, Liu Jinsheng finally moved, and asked hopefully, "He..."

"You're scolding us." The little assistant was about to cry.

Liu Jinsheng lay down again and closed his eyes peacefully.

Director Tian tremblingly pushed his glasses, and clicked on the article with a tragic mood.

The headline catches the eye:

"The winner of this year's Golden Broom Award has been born—the robbery of the century threw my IQ on the ground and stomped on it"

Director Tian almost fainted after reading the title.

The Golden Broom Award, also known as the Worst Movie of the Year Award.

If the director wins this award, he won't have to mess around in the industry in the future.

[First of all, the main story of this movie is stupid enough. A group of robbers robbed a bank with fake guns, and they succeeded...]

[The police's response was horribly slow, and I wonder if the screenwriter did any relevant research before writing this story...]

[Is there no protective layer in the underground of the bank? Just let you dig a hole and go in? What nonsense, even more nonsense than what I wrote after drinking three catties of white wine...]

[The so-called "big robbery" is simply impossible to happen! The whole movie is the imagination of the screenwriter and actors! 】

After reading it, Director Tian drank a bottle of cold beer before recovering.

The most frightening thing was that he actually felt that what this guy said made a little sense.

The morale of the actors was low. Director Tian lay on the table thinking for a long time, and finally made a decision that was not considered a decision.

"Before we burned the film into a CD and shipped some of it abroad. Maybe we can look forward to the foreign market, they like this kind of theme very much..."

At the end of the sentence, Tian Dao's voice weakened, and he didn't even believe it.

"Well, now we'll just have to wait for a miracle," he said finally.

Meanwhile, Brazil, Rio de Janeiro.

A middle-aged man named Fernando was smoking a cigarette and wandering aimlessly on the street.

He is a freelance artist who usually has nothing to do. Just like watching movies, or observing various buildings on the street.

Stopping in front of a small video store, Fernando stared at the old poster.

The poster was rattled by the wind.

There is a movie scene on it: gold bars and banknotes are piled up into a hill, and several men laugh and wantonly.

Fernando slowly read the words on the poster.

"Century... big robbery?"