DreamersGN 148. Billionaires Start With One Step, Let's Grab His Mother's Vote.
148. Billionaires Start With One Step, Let's Grab His Mother's Vote.
The easiest thing in the world is to make money.
As long as you earn the first million, you can get the second million soon.
However, most people are also stopped outside the first one million threshold.
But those are the rules of the real world.
Making your first million is easy in Los Santos.
"About a month ago, my friend Xiao Luo discovered that there was a nightclub in the urban area listed on the website for sale and was about to change hands.
"$4.6 million, that's a lot of money for a fucking nightclub."
"I want this store, but I don't want to spend so much money."
"So Ronaldinho found a loophole in a pile of legal papers."
"First we have to completely destroy this shitty place."
"The store was damaged, and the boss had no business to do, so he could only sell it quickly at a very low price.
"When I get the store, Ronaldinho will raise the price and resell it to the buyer behind us immediately.
"I can get two million with empty hands and white wolves."
"So let me tell you, I hate this hypocritical place. Everything is done according to the so-called legal insurance."
In the car, Trevor and Sister A were discussing while looking at the nightclub across the street.
This is actually an introductory plot gameplay, the purpose is to let players know the basic rules of Los Santos in the process.
Then it is logical to give the player a start-up capital of one million.
So here, all actions do not need to consider logic and rules.
"Here's the plan."
"I'll go in and talk to the boss, maybe we'll talk, maybe I'll kill him."
"And you wait outside, waiting for me to give you the signal, and you create some trouble in the shop.
"We destroy the place and run away and wait for the money to be counted."
"But, do you see the door at 25? They also have their own security."
"Kill them."
Trevor is definitely a person with a criminal record, as can be seen from the scars on his body.
And this person is also very manic, he is simply a crazy maniac.
He is dressed in clothes that no one wants to throw in the trash, but he is a rich man with millions of assets behind his back.
But thinking about it carefully, the source of his so much money should not be very serious.
"Action, park the car at the door, and don't cause trouble first."
After speaking, Trevor got out of the car and asked Sister A to drive the car over.
Seeing this, Sister A didn't even have time to stop Trevor, and watched him cross the road and walk towards the store.
"No, wait a minute, this is the beginning?"
"Such a big matter doesn't plan carefully and discuss it, just go straight to it?"
She was shocked and sat in the car for a while.
And the water friends watching the live broadcast also cheered at this time.
They have now fully understood the urine nature of this game.
Sister A took a deep breath, and just about to leave, she saw Trevor quarreling with the security guard at the door for no reason, and she was about to fight.
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In desperation, Sister A hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and frantically turned the steering wheel to drive over.
This is a nightclub in the central area of Los Santos, the rich area to the north and the poor area to the south.
So this is a middle-level place that is neither expensive nor poor, with the consumption level of ordinary people.
But even so, there should be a minimum dress code.
Not to mention how gorgeous the clothes are, but at least you can't enter the door wearing a blood-stained and stained white T-shirt like Trevor.
So security naturally wanted to stop him.
And this hit Trevor's bad head, he never cared about things like dressing.
In his words, he wears whatever is available in the store.
On his washbasin account, there is even a photo of him wearing a floral skirt with suspenders.
He really dared to wear it, and he really didn't care about other people's eyes.
After parking the car in the parking space, sister A quickly got down and pushed Trevor away between the two of them.
She wanted to try to trick the brawny security with a tip, so she took out her mobile phone.
But at this moment, Trevor rushed up suddenly, and with a bang, the strong man over one meter tall fell unconscious on the ground.
Sister A was stunned, and turned her head to see that Trevor was holding a brick picked up from the ground in his hand.
He blocked the strong man with a brick and knocked him unconscious.
"I told you not to talk dirty to me! Damn you!"
He held a brick and yelled at him, but before Sister A could stop him, Trevor kicked An Bao on the head again, knocking him unconscious.
"Fuck it, get in the door!"
Throwing the brick aside, Trevor pushed the door and entered the nightclub carelessly.
Sister A poked at the door, looked at the unidentified girls next to her, and at the security guards on the ground, shrugged and pushed the door in.
There is no day or night in nightclubs.
At this time, it was bright outside, and the noon sun was dazzling.
But in the nightclub, the dim light and laser neon lights are intertwined, making people here completely lose the concept of time.
The deafening dance music and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the nose, which instantly cheered up Sister A.
Turning around and turning into the dance floor, more than 20 young men and women danced while shaking their heads.
Trevor looked around and grabbed a passing dancer.
This guy is generally very violent with men, but he is quite soft-spoken with women.
And the dancing girl didn't seem to dislike Trevor's attire, and she pointed the way with a smile on her face when she heard his question.
"The boss is inside, I'm going to discuss business, you wait outside."
"Listen to my signal, then shoot and hit that annoying laser light ball first."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and entered the backstage of the nightclub, leaving Sister A to wait alone.
Looking around, she couldn't find a place to sit, so she squeezed through the crowd and went straight to the bar.
There are fewer people there, maybe you can have a drink.
"Welcome! Beer is one dollar and whiskey is two dollars. What would you like?"
The bartender is a woman who looks like she has experienced the past.
Looking at the price tag, the helmet worn by Sister A has no taste function anyway, so she just asked for a glass of bullet whiskey and beer.
The whiskey is a sip, and sister A took it and drank it up, but she didn't smell anything, only the nose was full of alcohol.
After taking a sip, she leaned against the bar counter with the beer, chatting with the bartender when she had nothing to say.
"Ha, I hate this shitty place."
"You may not believe it, but I actually graduated from the Department of Financial Management.
"I was looking for a decent job, but then I realized that I actually liked working with alcohol better.
"I know all about booze in the world, but I can't find a job in a fancy nightclub."
"So here I am."
"You seem to be a person who does great things, remember my call, and think about me when you have a chance.
The bartender is obviously a functional NPC, but her words and actions are completely real.
Sister A felt very professional when she saw her speaking, so she nodded and took out her mobile phone to record her account number.
In case I have my own nightclub in the future, maybe I can call her to work.
At this time, the DJ on the dance floor changed, and the grumpy and harsh trash dance music also changed its style.
The one who sang on stage was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, thin and handsome, wearing a black wool hat.
"Oh, he's going to sing nunchuck, my favorite song." The bartender said.
The singer held a nunchuck, and when the music sounded, he played the stick handsomely.
Then, when he opened his mouth, sister A listened for a few seconds, then immediately raised her head and took a sip of beer and applauded loudly.
"The smell of the charcoal roasting shop permeates, and the martial arts hall is next door."
"Mum-san in the store, there are three stages of tea ceremony..."
This is a Chinese song, it is Jay Chou's nunchuck.
The person singing on the stage at the moment is also the role that Ye Yu made according to the shape of Jay Chou's face.
Bruce Lee opened the era of Chinese Kung Fu in the last century.
Even now, gringos are crazy about kung fu and this pioneer.
So even though he has passed away, what he left behind can still occupy a place in Hollywood.
Naturally, by the way, the culture of kung fu is also popular in foreign circles.
The ghosts can't understand Chinese, but they can still be infected by the style of the song Nunchaku.
In addition, he sang and danced with nunchucks, and the audience became even more crazy, imitating and jumping to join in the fun.
"I opened the signboard of Ren Du Ermai, the sick man of East Asia."
"Kicked away by me! Ha!"
Hearing this, Sister A became even more excited. The excitement of the little girl surged up, and she wished she could dance on the dance floor.
"Huh? Not right."
At this time, Sister A turned her head and suddenly remembered something, she turned her head and asked the bartender.
"I've heard him on the car radio."
"As good as this song, he should be a very popular singer."
"Then why is he singing in this... small place?"
Hearing this, the bartender 017 raised his eyebrows, and when Sister A handed her the glass, he poured her a glass of whiskey.
"Welcome to Los Santos."
"It's not enough to just have skills here."
"Like me, Kong has all kinds of skills, but we don't have Bole who knows a good horse.
"They can put a piece of shit in a fancy package and put it on stage."
"But without capital to support you, you are nothing."
"He's also looking for a job, trying to get a place in the city."
"But a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and he is still looking for companies willing to invest in him, and has been rejected many times.
"It's just a living, I can only sing and sing in this small place."
"If you are rich enough, you can also start a company and act as his agent to promote him.
Hearing what the bartender said, Sister A turned her head and looked at Jay Chou who was singing and dancing very hard on the stage, and she faintly wanted to make more money.
"Okay, I remember you!"
Sister A took out her mobile phone while talking, took a serious look at the bartender's account and remembered it, and then said:
"I will tell you to run later, so hurry up and run out."
"Don't ask anything, don't look at anything, just run, understand?"
When she said this inexplicably, the bartender frowned first, and then raised his eyebrows as if suddenly realized.
"I mean, I just saw you come in with a guy who doesn't look like a nice guy.
"Understood."
As he said that, the bartender glanced at the dance floor, seeing that the security guard was not paying attention, he took out two bottles of unlabeled wine from the top of the wine cabinet.
"It's a good thing, I have to keep it for myself."
At this moment.
On the stage, Jay Chou sang very hard, playing with nunchucks and humming.
On the edge of the dance floor, the sun side leads to the Tianmen doctor in the backstage.
Trevor slammed the door with a hostile face and rushed out, and there was another bloodstain on the T-shirt that was not very clean.
Seeing this, Sister A took a deep breath, looked at the bartender and nodded at her, and took out the AK74 from the weapon panel with a wink.
When she turned to leave with the bottle in her arms, she clicked the bolt on and fired at the ceiling.
"Use the nunchuck quickly, hum ha ha ha!"