Global Movie Emperor

"Wow..."

The leather shoes kicked the glass fragments on the ground, and he flicked the cigarette ashes. He seemed to have choked his eyes from the drifting smoke. He looked around half-squinted, put his left hand in his pocket, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out.

Even though he saw the tragic situation of the company in the photos provided by the police, he still felt it was too miserable when he came here in person. Gil remained silent beside him, silently waiting for Mickey's volcano to erupt, and was ready to find an excuse to leave at any time. He knew Mickey's temperament. He was old and he couldn't hear too many dirty words.

But what surprised him was that the usually grumpy boss didn't go crazy as he expected. He just looked out the window with an expressionless face. At the gate, hundreds of animal protectors gathered at the moment, talking to each other. The security hired by Mickey creates an adversarial relationship.

Mickey walked to the window, opened it, put his elbow on the window, took out his mobile phone and put it to his ear. He didn’t know who he was talking to on the phone. An animal protector outside saw Mickey and called to him through a wall. He cursed loudly, to which Mickey responded by raising his middle finger and spitting thick phlegm at them from a distance.

"Sir, I don't recommend that you do something like this to add fuel to the fire now. It will threaten your own safety."

Gil comforted him and prepared to go over and help him close the window. Although he did what he should do in this incident and no one forced him to go to the company to live and die together, he still felt sorry.

He really liked this job and could coexist with so many talented young people. For Old Gil, this was a joy. Unexpectedly, Mickey stretched out his palm to stop his movement, and the phone was connected. .

"Help me clear the people at the entrance of the company. When will you arrive? Okay."

After a few words, the call was hung up. Mickey turned around, smiled gently at Jill, who had a troubled look on his face, patted his shoulder, walked to the bookshelf, and moved to the slightly deformed safe that had been smashed. Password, the door didn't open, I pulled hard twice, and the door popped open, and a wad of banknotes came out, which was placed on the desk full of dust and footprints.

This was about ten thousand pounds, and the brand-new banknotes were still with serial numbers. Jill did not move, and her face did not look happy. Instead, her lips trembled slightly, reflecting a faint sense of moisture in the sun. Her palms with loose skin kneaded the piece.

"Sir, are you going to fire me?"

"I have never said such words. I just want to thank you, Jill. I can't express my gratitude in other ways, so this is not dismissal compensation, nor is it humiliation. This is just...a bonus?"

"But I didn't do anything."

"You did it and scolded them loudly. Although it didn't work, there is another reason to reward you, that is, you protected yourself. The company needs a gentle and kind old man. Your existence is of great significance to the company. It means a lot. You have done a lot of things for us outside of work, but I have never been able to thank you properly. This time, I will not fire you. On the contrary, I want to give you a sum of money to let you continue. stay."

These words are very destructive to an old man who has lost his wife and whose children have not come back to see him all year round. What he fears most is that living on his last breath has no meaning other than a waste of air and food. But Mickey gave him meaning. It is far more important than money.

"I will keep working sir..."

"Haha, I went to China during this period. Although I ate a lot of delicious food, I'm still craving for your sandwich. I hope I can still have it tomorrow morning. Go to work, Jill. I'll talk to Lucas and the others about other things. .”

Mickey stood up and wiped away the tears of old Jill, with a smile on his face again. He put his arms around Jill's shoulders and comforted him. At the door, Kesha and Kesha were silent until the old man left. A hug.

Taking the toilet paper and wiping the dust on the table, Mickey sat on the desk and looked out the window. Outside, seven or eight cars stopped at the door. Dozens of strong men came down, painting dragons and phoenixes, and soon they would The animal rights activists demonstrating at the door were driven away, and now the world was finally quiet.

"Have you finished counting? Find someone to repair Lu Ze's trophy, and the old clock. He likes it very much. He might be very angry when he comes back and sees that the clock is scrapped. I'll go out for a while, you two. Stay in the company, pay attention to safety, and contact the home decoration company to redecorate it. I have long disliked this old-fashioned decoration."

"Where are you going? Find someone to follow you. It's really not safe now."

"It's okay, don't worry. In order not to be scolded by these people until next year, I have to go and resolve the matter quickly. Kesha, give me the bag next to you."

Taking the bag, he squatted in front of the safe, reached in, and took out a thick bundle of brand-new banknotes. He took it six or seven times in a row until the bag could no longer hold it. He stood up, kicked the door of the safe, and nodded at the two of them. With his head in hand, holding hundreds of thousands of pounds in his arms, he went downstairs and got into a Phantom at the door and left.

…

Half an hour later, in a middle-class community.

"Is he at home?"

"here I am."

"Chairman Dangtang lives here?"

"Just because he is the chairman, he cannot live in such a good place, but his wife and children are very generous. Here, let me show you."

A fat palm handed over a piece of information. Mickey took it, flipped it through, sneered, shook his head, and got out of the car first. The fat brown-haired man followed Mickey and walked to one of the single-family villas. At the door, waiting for the owner to open the door.

"Ding dong..."

Shortly after ringing the doorbell, a good-looking white woman opened the door. She looked at Mickey and the fat man up and down. Then her face suddenly became pale and she said coldly: "Sorry, you are not welcome in my home."

She was about to close the door when Mickey immediately put his feet against the door frame and smiled at the cold-faced woman.

"What are you doing? I'm going to call the police! Leave now!"

"Madam, if you don't welcome him, can you welcome me?"

The fat man interrupted, but his actions were not as gentle as his tone. He directly grabbed the door handle and opened the door forcefully, almost knocking the hostess off, and walked into the room unscrupulously.

"My name is Marshall, you should know me, the Marshall who works at the dock for shipping. Is Tommy here? We want to talk to the big chairman."

"What happened honey? Are you..."

The man in a bathrobe walked out of the room. It was such an afternoon, and he didn't even change his clothes. Mickey's first impression of him wasn't his face, but his thick chest hair, which was still curled.

"Excuse me, why are you two visiting my home?"

As the chairman of the largest animal protection organization in Liverpool and the vice-president of the British Animal Protection Organization, it is naturally impossible for him not to know these two people. Depending on the situation, the other party should be evil. Mickey is okay, it is just Marshall...

"Tommy Blazer...I want to talk to you."

"I don't think we have anything to talk about. Sorry Mr. Taylor, please go back."

"you sure?"

Mitch didn't care where this was, and Marshall didn't care even less. The two were smoking cigarettes, and the ashes flicked on the expensive carpet. Mitch and Tommy looked at each other. He could see Tommy's irritation, but more The most important thing is the fear of Marshall.

"Ten minutes at most."

…

The hostess returned to the house to spend time with the children. There were only three men left in the living room. It seemed that they could not tolerate them flicking cigarette ashes on the carpet. Tommy politely pushed the ashtray in front of Mickey, and then watched the cigarette butts burn the carpet. There was a hole in his heart, anger accumulated in his heart, and his tone became more and more unkind.

"Tell me what's going on."

"Mr. Blazer, what do you think of "Exile"?"

Mickey was too lazy to talk nonsense with this man and got straight to the point. This was what he came for today.

"I didn't watch it. I hate this movie. It's cruel and has the supremacy of human beings. But I don't know that this is just human beings' own thoughts, and other creatures will not recognize it at all. What on earth do you want to say?"

"Praise it."

"I'm sorry...what did you say?"

He seemed to have misheard, and looked at Mickey in shock. He had already clearly stated his feelings about "Exile," but Mickey still said it so straightforwardly. Isn't this asking for trouble?

"I asked you to praise it."

"I'm sorry, I, I mean, as the chairman of an animal protection organization, you ask me to praise a movie that satirizes an animal protection organization? Are you kidding me?"

"boom."

Fifty thousand pounds, a thick stack, was slapped on the table, interrupting his words. Tommy looked at the stack of money expressionlessly and sneered. It's not that he was really very noble and regarded money as such. The dirt was just an inconspicuous carpet under their feet, and it was the price of the pile of money on the table. In addition, Mickey's attitude as a nouveau riche made him a little contemptuous. A self-proclaimed gentleman would not do this.

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

Mickey kept taking out cash and placing it on the table, forming a pile into a wall. Then with a slight push, the wall collapsed and the cash rolled down, spreading on the table and even hitting Tommy's feet.

“Think about it and praise it.”

Now Tommy hesitated. A few hundred thousand was not a small sum for him. It was impossible not to be moved. But if he were to confront his subordinates from the standpoint of "Exile", this would It is definitely not something that smart people can do.

"Sorry, I will still stand my ground. I am an animal protector."

"You haven't seen the movie, why don't you watch it and talk about it?"

The current situation is like this. The vast majority of animal rights activists have never watched "Exile" at all. They have only heard people say that there are clips in it that slander them. They are disgusted and even call on everyone not to watch it. There is actually a lot of content in it. It’s true that everyone knows clearly, and it’s true that bystanders know this. This kind of brainless behavior is very ridiculous, but when you stand in it, you can’t hear any words to defend it.

"After watching it, I will stand on the side of animal protectors. Life is equal. I won't refute what you say in the movie, but I won't agree with it either. I'm sorry, you can leave now."

"Today, you have to do it whether you want to or not."

Marshall interrupted, with a terrifyingly tough attitude, not giving Tommy a chance to refute. He stood up from the sofa, got closer to Tommy, put his fat palms around the back of Tommy's neck, and patted him gently.

"If you threaten me again, I will choose to call the police. I respect you, Mr. Marshall, but respect is mutual."

"The greatest respect for me is to do what I say. If I were Mickey Taylor, I would have been thrown into the blender when you rejected me. Respect my friends, okay?"

"But you can't change my mind! I can't help you even though I know it's wrong!"

"Fuck you! I really can't stand this shit anymore."

The palm of his hand that slapped the back of his neck suddenly exerted force, and he pressed Tommy straight on the table. He picked up a stack of banknotes and smashed it into Tommy's face. As the force continued, nosebleeds immediately flowed out and flowed down the middle of his body. , flowed through the corner of the mouth and gathered into a puddle on the table.

"Trish! Call the police! I was beaten!"

"If you dare to call the police, I can guarantee that you will find your son in the sewer tomorrow!"

The hostess ran out and screamed. Mickey stood up, smiled and put his index finger up to his mouth, making a silent gesture. Then he picked up the document that Marshall had given him in the car and placed it in front of Tommy. Watching the paper absorb his blood, he still said gently.

"You poison so many stray cats and dogs every year and you don't behave like this when you take kickbacks from euthanasia drug companies. Man, listen to me, go see the movie and praise it."

"you……"

"You should know how much you have left in the donation project of the Animal Protection Charity Gala. No one's butt is clean, just like I am threatening you at this moment. You can continue to be admired by animal rights activists, just listen to me. Otherwise, this revelation will appear on the Internet tomorrow. You know the consequences yourself. You can report what I am doing now, but I have enough clean money to bail myself out, and what about you? Think about it. Bar."

The two Mickeys were laughing, and their unscrupulous look made Tommy, who was pressed on the table, feel angry and humiliated, but what about panic? It definitely exists. He knows that everything in the world will leave traces. Sooner or later, his affairs will be exposed. Which person who has done something wrong would not be mentally prepared? He dared to be greedy, so he naturally thought about going to jail.

It was the first time in his life to be coerced like this. It was the most frustrating to have the handle held in the hands of someone who wanted something from him. This was what he felt at the moment, but he was unable to resist, so he had no choice but to bend on the table. Go up and say nothing.

"I won't take away the money. You do things for me and I'll pay you. This is what it should be. But tomorrow night at the latest, I want to see news about you praising "Exile", otherwise I will come to you tomorrow."

Marshall let go of his hand. He sat on the ground, leaning against the sofa, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and a red flower bloomed on his high-end carpet. He was silent, watching Mickey and the two leave, and Mickey brought the bag. Without taking it away, he picked it up, slowly put the cash in it, held it in his arms, tremblingly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, picked up his mobile phone and ordered a copy of "Exile" which will be played at 6 o'clock tonight. movie ticket.

"..."