America's Big Hero

There was a large empty oil drum on the deck.

Next to the oil barrel, one person is pouring water into it, and the other is pouring cement and sand incessantly.

The two didn't stop until the oil barrel was half full.

Bending down, picked up the stick next to it and began to stir vigorously. The bucket was half full of cement, and it was very tiring to stir. After a while, the heads of the two were covered with beads of sweat.

Not far away, Masahiko Kondo's hands, feet and mouth were tied, his eyes were full of horror, and he wriggled back and forth on the deck.

"Yes, I will arrange." Sean gently turned the red wine glass, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Five characters, distributed in different movies, not all of them are from my company, but they will all be from the eight major companies. Big production."

"Thank you, Mr. Sean." Kitagawa's thin face was full of smiles, and he picked up the red wine next to him and poured it for Sean again.

The loss of Kitagawa's abandonment of Masahiko Kondo will not be small.

This guy is a popular star, and his fame radiates throughout Asia.

As long as this guy lives for a day, it will bring profits to Kitagawa.

Now Masahiko Kondo has disappeared like this. To be honest, it is also a blow to other stars who signed contracts in the firm, and their mentality will change.

Celebrities including other companies will also lower the credit value of Kitagawa.

Of course Sean must give adequate compensation.

Five supporting roles in big productions, no matter whether these people can open up the market in Hollywood, but in this book, they can definitely push these five people to the top.

This is like exporting to domestic sales, even if it is rubbing the red carpet, even if it is being kicked out.

Blanket stars can be popular, let alone really participated in a big production.

Of course, Masahiko Kondo, who was wriggling on the ground next to them, could hear the conversation between the two of them.

At this moment, Kondo Masahiko, fear, anger, regret, all kinds of emotions are intertwined.

In the comics, it has completely reached the point of exploding or blackening the small universe.

Just at the critical moment when he was preparing to erupt, the American soldiers who had mixed the cement came to him, and when they lifted their feet, they were trampled by war.

With this kick, Masahiko Kondo almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and the state of the big move was interrupted immediately.

The two moved Masahiko Kondo to the side of the big oil barrel.

Kondo struggled frantically, bursting out with unprecedented strength, and Sean turned his head and looked over with interest.

Masahiko Kondo's eyes were about to burst, and he stared at Xiao En with blood red eyes.

From his eyes, Sean could completely see what he wanted to say, "You lied to me, you agreed to support me to become the director of Johnny & Associates!"

"I promised to support you, but I didn't say I don't want you to die!" Sean smiled.

"It doesn't conflict at all!"

"If you don't die, then how about I ask Kitagawa to give you the position of president." Xiao En said with a smile.

"Of course no problem." Kitagawa said with cold eyes, looking at Kondo Masahiko without any emotion.

When World War II happened, he was locked up as a child, and he knew nothing about war as a child!

At that time, he understood a truth, there is no right or wrong in this world.

Only strong and weak.

When you are strong, you are right, when you are weak, you are wrong.

So, he founded Johnny & Associates to make himself a powerful person, and he never reasoned with the stars in the agency.

He was right.

Therefore, when Sean approached him, he agreed without hesitation, because Sean is strong and he is weak.

It is meaningless to resist anything. Seize the opportunity to get more benefits and make yourself stronger.

No matter how dissatisfied those stars in the agency or other artists in this book are with him, they say how ruthless he is in private.

As long as he takes out those 5 places, these people will still kneel in front of him and lick his toes.

Taking this opportunity to catch up with Sean, he will make himself stronger!

Kondo Masahiko was pressed into the oil drum filled with cement.

The oil barrel only reached Masahiko Kondo's chest. He didn't want to die, so he struggled hard to get out.

Two American soldiers firmly pressed his shoulders.

People who are about to die can always crazily burst out the power in every cell of their bodies, and the two strong men can't hold it down anymore.

While holding it down, it is also necessary to control the oil drum from falling on the deck.

Working hard, the two of them soon began to sweat profusely.

Sean staggered up from the recliner, walked to the edge of the oil drum, stretched out his hand and slapped Masahiko Kondo on the face.

"I won't shoot you to death, after all, I'm a kind person."

"It's okay, this is just a game, an escape game, maybe you just escaped from him."

"Struggle hard, I like to see you struggling but to no avail."

"You used the last time of your life to perform such a wonderful performance with all your heart, and it is the greatest honor of your life to be able to make me smile dumbfounded."

"Woooooo..." Masahiko Kondo struggled even more crazily, that is, his mouth was blocked, otherwise he would definitely spit bloody phlegm all over Sean's face.

Of course, how could Sean make such a mistake.

He felt disgusted every time he watched TV and saw the executioner being spat on by someone who was about to die.

You gag him!

This can not only force Lai Lai to make himself happy, but also see the other party's 'powerless' refutation.

Just like now.

Isn't this more refreshing! ?

Kondo Masahiko stared at Xiao En, the corners of his eyes were cracked.

"Wow, your eyes are so scary, you won't let me go even if you're a ghost!" Sean hugged his face exaggeratedly, "I'm so scared!"

Shrugging his shoulders, he stretched out two hands to direct, and said lightly: "Blind his eyes."

Watching a soldier draw out the dagger from his waist, Kondo Masahiko frantically shook his head, he was so frightened that he was going crazy.

"In this way, you will be blind even if you become a ghost, and you will never find me again." Sean said with a smile.

Kitagawa, just watching quietly, he doesn't know why Sean tortured Masahiko Kondo so much, just because he used to be Akina Nakamori's boyfriend?

However, that doesn't matter anymore.

Didn't this scene prove his theory?

Right or wrong doesn't matter at all, not at all.

Xiao En turned around and walked back with a smile. Behind him, the soldier grabbed Kondo Masahiko's hair and stabbed it directly.

"Woooooooo..."

Lying on the recliner, facing the bright eyes, listening to the screams, shaking the red wine glass...

The world famous paintings of capitalists!

After struggling for more than half an hour, the two American soldiers were exhausted, and Masahiko Kondo finally calmed down.

Sean was still kind-hearted after all.

Of course, there is not enough time to wait for ordinary cement to dry slowly, so only quick-drying type can be used.

Masahiko Kondo has already released more air and less air.

After making a big circle around Tokyo Bay, and finding a place with high winds and rough waves, Sean kicked down the big oil barrel himself.

With a sound of "Boom!", the water splashed more than 3 meters high.

The large oil barrel quickly sank to the bottom of the sea with Masahiko Kondo, who was not completely dead.

……

Chunshan Villa.

Sean was half lying down, drinking tea and listening to Akina singing.

Outside the door, Norris stepped in and said softly, "Boss, Miss Nakamori's family is here, they are outside."

A question mark slowly floated in Sean's mind?

"How could they know that I'm here? Chunshan Villa will let them in?"

"It was brought by Miss Nakamori's manager."

"Okay, let someone come in." Sean said indifferently.

Not long after, Akina Nakamori's song stopped, outside, her manager brought three people to the door.

Akina Nakamori was obviously stunned when he saw the person coming, put down the guitar in his hand a little bit at a loss, walked quickly towards the door for a few steps and then stopped, turning his head to look at Sean.

Sean beckoned, Nakamori Akina looked at his father, then turned around and knelt down beside Sean.

As soon as the manager came in, he knelt down, kowtowed and said, "Mr. Xiao En, I'm sorry to bother you."

Nakamori Akina's father and two older brothers stood there, hesitating whether they should kneel and kowtow.

Sean counts as a son-in-law. As a father and uncle, isn't it too cheap to kneel and kowtow?

The manager heard that there was no sound behind him, turned his head slightly and stared fiercely.

Damn, are you stupid, do you really think you are a character?

The three of them were stared at by the manager, and then they realized that they knelt down to salute.

Sean didn't speak, just watched quietly, the four of them didn't dare to get up, and kept kowtowing.

Akina Nakamori bit her lip and gently pulled Sean's sleeve.

Sean reached out and grabbed Nakamori Akina's little hand, and then said calmly, "Get up."

The four got up, and Xiao En's eyes flicked over the faces of Mingcai, father and son before falling on the manager, "Come on, what's going on."

The manager knelt down again with a plop.

Akina Nakamori has been staying at Chinzanzhuang for the past two days, not knowing that Masahiko Kondo is missing.

But it has already spread in the circle, but Johnny's office seems to have nothing happened.

Facing Xiao En's gaze, the manager would be surprised if he wasn't afraid.

"They found the firm, but we couldn't get in touch with Ms. Nakamori, so we didn't dare to deal with it rashly."

Sean nodded, and then looked at the father and son.

Looking up and down, "Mingcai is Mingcai, you are you, you must figure out your own position."

The translator next to him immediately translated Sean's words.

"However, for Ming Cai's sake, let me know if you have any wishes, you only have this one chance."

The father and son looked at each other, and then looked at Akina Nakamori, "Akina, tell Mr. Xiao En!"

Sean frowned, unable to understand what he meant, but, "Shut them up!"

The two security guards at the door turned around and rushed in front of Akina Nakamori's father. The muzzle of the gun in their hands was directly inserted into her father's mouth, and the foreheads of the two brothers were also blocked by the muzzle of the gun.

The sudden scene frightened the father and son and the three of them were stiff, their eyes were full of fear, and they stood still and did not dare to move.

"Sean." Akina Nakamori pulled Sean's arm anxiously.

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it. These people are troubles and shackles, and I will help you deal with them." Sean smiled and comforted.

Turning to look at the three of them, "Don't let me talk nonsense, and don't waste my time, the money that every second of mine represents is beyond your reach."

"For the last time, state your request."

Now the three of them dare not talk nonsense anymore.

After the three of them finished speaking, Sean waved his hand and said without waiting for the translator to tell him, "I will send you to the United States. From now on, don't appear in front of Mingcai, don't make phone calls, and don't send any news unless Mingcai finds you." you."

"Okay, Norris, take them down to make arrangements."

Akina opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by Sean, and the three of them walked out behind Norris with beaming faces, without a trace of nostalgia.