I cut reality into a movie

"Mr. Minister, I believe in your integrity and honor, and the Gorobo family will also believe in it."

"Hehe, it is my honor to be trusted by the Grobo family, ma'am, may I send you a car to take you back?"

"No, I have other things to do, so I won't bother Mr. Minister."

Coming out of the construction minister's office, Qiqi had a triumphant smile on her face.

She believed that in a few days, the bastard father and son who bullied Mr. Akshan would sleep on the street with their bags on their backs.

Having completed her own righteous punishment, when Qiqi came to the apartment to pick up Romon in the afternoon, she had a comfortable smile on her face.

Just after she entered the courtyard where the apartment was located, she suddenly frowned and smelled a bad smell in her nose.

According to the taste,

Good guy, that bastard kid from the landlord actually openly defecated directly in the yard.

Oh~

God!

The bastard boy!

Covering her face, Ms. Qiqi turned her head away. Although she knew that India was relatively wild in terms of excretion, knowing the news is the news. Seeing and smelling it with her own eyes is another matter.

Resisting the helplessness in her heart, Qiqi came to Luo Meng's apartment on the second floor, and gently knocked on his door.

"Is it Miss Qiqi? Wait for me a moment."

Luo Meng’s voice came from inside the house, followed by another bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, and finally, the simple iron wooden door of the low-rent apartment was opened. Qiqi looked at her in a black suit with a lining Romon, who wore a lake blue vest and aviator sunglasses on his face, was a little surprised.

——Although Mr. Akshan is blind, this face really says nothing.

Hearing that Qiqi didn't respond for a long time, Luo Meng thought she was wondering about her outfit, so Luo Meng took the initiative to explain:

"Miss Qiqi, how about this suit on me? The people in the clothing store matched it for me. Since I bought this suit, I have been carefully storing them together, lest I mess up this suit. "

"A great match." Qiqi smiled and praised: "Mr. Akshan, you will definitely be the star tonight."

After a little compliment to Romon, Qiqi drove him to Franco's restaurant.

Through the corridor covered with art paintings, as soon as Romon came to the restaurant lobby, he immediately attracted the disdainful gaze of the restaurant manager:

Gee tut.

This blind man is paired with an ugly ghost, it really is a match made in heaven~

It's only been one afternoon, and he's already gone to bed.

Seeing Luo Meng dressed up to attend, the restaurant manager directly took it for granted that Qiqi helped match Luo Meng's beautiful suit.

Since they can even help put on clothes, the two of them must have done the activities before putting on clothes.

Contemptuous of the hunger and thirst of the two, the manager of the restaurant walked up to greet them with a smile: "Mr. Akshan, I am looking forward to your performance tonight."

"I also look forward to your performance."

Romon came to sit down in front of the piano in the middle of the restaurant, and began to think about today's repertoire—hmm... Now that I have come to India to shoot movies, my young audience must want to experience the pure Indian Divine Comedy, but they don't know The upbeat Indian tune, this seemingly high-end restaurant can not accept it.

Without asking the manager of the restaurant for his opinion, Romon directly pressed the keys and began to sing while playing, intending to speak directly with music to see the manager's reaction.

How about the effect?

It can only be said that Indian movies can develop into what they are today because the Indian people eat this style.

After Romon threw away the dignity of European classical music, the guests of Franco's restaurant were obviously more excited.

"The blind pianist you mentioned is the one performing on stage?"

At a table against the wall on the east side of the restaurant, an obese man in his 50s with slightly thinning hair but an unusually thick beard asked.

"Boss, it's him."

Without the arrogance and arrogance of the day, the strong bodyguard is as docile as a pug in front of the boss Tab Gorobo.

"His performance skills are very good, even surpassing many healthy performers." Affirming Romon's performance skills, Tab confirmed: "Is this person really blind?"

"I shone a strong flashlight in his eyes, but there was no response." The burly bodyguard replied.

"Try again."

Tabb is a cautious person, even in this perverted hobby, he still insists on his own caution: "While he is in the show, you go over quietly and take another photo of him, I want to confirm with my own eyes Really blind."

"Yes, boss."

Nodding lightly, the burly bodyguard heeled to the ground, walked slightly to Romon's side, and suddenly raised the bright flashlight in his hand, shining it into Romon's eyes.

Business as usual.

Romon continued his performance as if nothing happened.

"Shiva manifested, thank you for this gift."

After confirming that Romon was really blind, Tabu breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the gods directly. It seems that his weird hobbies not only provided jokes for ordinary people who eat melons, but also affected his own sexual life.

He didn't find a blind performer to accompany him now, and he didn't even respond to applying Indian oil.

Getting up from his seat, Tabu walked over to Romon, and after the end of his song, he applauded vigorously and said, "Mr. Akshan? I didn't call you wrong, did I?"

"Of course not, sir, what do you want from me?" Following the voice, Romon turned around, looked at the fat man in front of him, and felt a little dreamy for a moment.

——Isn’t it possible for this old man to come here so fast?

Although I have heard for a long time that this dog boy has been looking for a suitable blind performer, but he is a bit too eager to find it. I have only just made my first day, and he heard the sound.

Unaware that Romon had recognized him earlier, Tab also introduced himself with a smile: "My name is Tab Grobo, it's an honor to meet you, sir."

"Mr. Tubb, it's an honor to meet you too."

Seeing Romon's deliberate indifference, Tabu, who is well-known in Pune, asked in surprise, "Is Mr. Akshan the most recent visitor to Pune?"

"Yes, I came here recently. My hometown is in Karnatucci, a little-known town." Romon told his 'origin': "I came to Pune to earn enough money to go to London. Learn music."

"Hahahaha, you have pursuit!" Tabu laughed loudly: "Mr. Akshan, I appreciate your pursuit of music, and also appreciate your playing itself."

"So you look at this, okay? I invite you to be my private performer and go to my home for a private performance. As for the price, how about I give you [-] rupees?"

Tabb offered a very attractive price, and Romon naturally had to match it with a greedy expression: "Mr. Tabb, no one can refuse your price."

"A good performance is worth such a high price."

Tabu casually flattered, and then urgently proposed a performance invitation: "Mr. Akshan, do you have time tomorrow night? My wife is also a music lover. I can't wait to introduce you to my wife."

It has been almost three months since the previous blind virtuoso fled in humiliation.

He can't sleep well now, and he can't let himself go. His whole body is almost tormented crazy, and he urgently needs Romon to bring him a comfortable performance.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.

Seeing that Romon and Tabu had negotiated a price and were about to stay together, Miss Qiqi, who was excluded from the side, was anxious: You guys are developing too fast, haven't you given me a chance to intervene?

Originally, in Ms. Qiqi's plan, the cooperation between Romon and Tabu required her to be a matchmaker. After all, Tabu's reputation in this area is not very good. Miss Qiqi also prepared a lot of excuses to tell Luo Meng Mongolian.

But in the end, Romon, a boy from the countryside, had never heard of the name Tab Gorob at all. He was just slapped in the face by [-] rubles, and he bowed down to his money offensive.

Don't give Miss Qiqi a chance to intervene at all.

I can't just let the opportunity slip away like this!

Seeing that there is no possibility of positive persuasion, Ms. Qiqi can only play the emotional card from the side.

Going forward, she stretched out her hands to hold Romon's right hand. Qiqi didn't speak, but told Romon with this silent expression of emotion that she wanted to be by his side.

"This is... Mr. Akshan's manager?"

Taking a look at Qiqi's dark and ugly face, Tabu was even more sure that Romon was really blind.

However, he didn't expect a blind man to be aesthetically pleasing, but in order to let Luo Meng come to perform as soon as possible, he directly offered Qiqi another salary: "Three thousand rupees, and I will also take care of the appearance fee of this manager lady."

"Three thousand rupees for a performance. As long as the manager lady can help Mr. Akshan to appear at the performance on time and decently, the three thousand rupees is your errand fee."

No one can refuse a rich man who throws coins.

What's more, there are two hunters who aim at the rich with evil intentions.

Luo Meng and Qiqi happily agreed to Tabu's invitation, and then ended today's performance under the resentful eyes of the restaurant manager.

Still riding her own scooter, after Qiqi sent Romon back to the apartment, she unexpectedly found two ambulances parked in front of the apartment door, and on the stretcher of the ambulance crew lay the landlady with a sallow face and an air of gossip. grandpa.

"Miss Qiqi, I seem to have heard the siren of an ambulance. What happened?" Through the virtual camera, Luo Meng admired his masterpiece, and then asked Qiqi knowingly.

"It's nothing, Mr. Akshan, it's Shiva's manifestation."

Lord Shiva is the god in charge of disasters in Indian mythology. Indians worship Lord Shiva when they pray for good luck, and they also worship Lord Shiva when they curse others for bad luck.

He is considered to be the most popular god in India at this stage.

Feeling a little emotional about what happened to the landlord and the father, Qiqi changed the subject and said: "Mr. Akshan, it's better at six o'clock in the afternoon. I will pick you up tomorrow to perform at Mr. Tabb's house."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble Miss Qiqi."

"No, Mr. Akshan, I'm the one who troubled you."

Qiqi shook her head and said, "If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have gotten this job, a good job worth [-] rupees per performance."

"Haha, let's each take a step back, how about we have achieved each other?"

Luo Meng took the initiative to end the polite thanks, and after bidding farewell to Qiqi, he returned to his apartment.

With a snap of his fingers, a massage chair was summoned. Romon went up comfortably, and was about to catch up with two dramas with his Ipad, when he saw Tifa's TV interview popping up at the bottom of the video website.

【Interview: The Superhero Who Saved Southwest Airlines Flight 4444, Legendary FBI Agent Tifa Genfort】

"Ouyou, I haven't seen you for a few days. Officer Tifa has turned into a legendary FBI agent. Is it true that in two months, the biographical movie will be released?"

Smiling and commenting on Tifa's growth, Romon clicked on Tifa's interview video.

"Sigh~~~"

Looking at Tifa's posture in front of the TV camera, watching her frown and smile, watching her relax, Romon always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Finally, halfway through the interview, Romon slapped his thigh suddenly and shouted, "Isn't this me! Officer Tifa's camera sense is completely learned from me."

"This guy, unknowingly, stole a lot of good things from me."

Here, Romon appreciates Tifa's excellent lens expression.

On the other side, in the office of the FBI site in New York, the FBI colleagues at the same site as Tifa saw Tifa's sassy performance in front of the camera, and they all said they were fooled:

"Liar! Tifa is a big liar! She clearly told me that she is not good at handling the camera, but she, who is comparable to a senior star, has performed well in the camera, and she doesn't look like she is not good at it!"

"It's a pity. Agent Genfort should be a star rather than an agent here. If she can act in a movie, I will definitely donate a movie ticket."

"No, no, I think Agent Jan Forte is more suitable for being a politician than acting in a movie. You listen to her interview, she sacrificed her life for the motherland, and burned herself for the people. I only listen to the speeches of old politicians for her remarks. I've heard it."

"Hehehe, don't tell me, if Agent Jan Forte really becomes a politician, she can really win a lot of votes. Her prestige among the people is not so high."

Originally, it was in Romon's plan.

He wanted to give Tifa full credit through this counterfeit banknote operation, so that she could be promoted in the FBI faster, so as to match his future movie performances.

As a result, what Romon didn't expect was that because of the hijacking behavior of some orange vests, Tifa's reputation directly shot up to the sky like a rocket, and the FBI headquarters has already started to study whether to make Tifa the youngest detective in the history of the FBI. long.

However, Tifa's promotion to FBI station chief will not affect Romon for the time being.

Being in India, what he cares most about now is the private performance at Tabb's house tomorrow night.

Blind people are currently guilty.

This is really a great test of acting skills.

Chapter 103 Love Is Bondage, Love Is Evil, Love Is Death

Compared with the huge manors that cover a large area like European and American rich people, Indian rich people prefer three-dimensional mansions with a building as the core.

Private theaters, private wine cellars, private gyms, private libraries, and even private swimming pools are all gathered in their own multi-storey mansion, enjoying the all-round superior feeling.

The mansion of the Grobo family is such a luxurious six-story building.

From the magnificent welcome hall on the first floor to the flower-filled sky garden on the top floor, the Grobo family has used the word "enjoyment" to the extreme.

Holding the 20-year-old French red wine, Sophie Gorob, who was wearing a luxurious sari, looked at her husband, and said with her plump lips:

"Tub, I heard you found a new toy?"

"Yes, he will come to play at home tonight, and we can finally enjoy a pleasant evening after a long absence."