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Hotel lobby.

"Sorry, sir. Your key was picked up by our lobby waiter. If you are a resident of Room 609, please show your passport."

The slim French girl at the front desk showed a professional smile.

Wu Xiaozu touched his nose and looked at the French front desk lady uncertainly: "Are you sure it was the key I dropped? 609???"

"Yes sir. Because when you dropped the key, I happened to be behind you."

At this time, a pretty white waiter came over and smiled politely at Wu Xiaozu, "Although I don't want to tell you, I still have to say it.

The cold and beautiful Soviet woman you looked at in the hall should have been captured by... your friend.

So, please forgive me for offending. Even if I don’t pick up the keys, you shouldn’t get what you want tonight.”

After the waiter finished speaking, he pointed behind Wu Xiaozu.

"Haha, Azu——"

Wu Xiaozu turned his head and saw Jiang Ershao being energetic and his legs were weak, holding the waist of a big horse that was half his head high, and walked over proudly, with endless spring-like displays and provocations in his eyes.

Looking at Jiang Zhiqiang, who had his body hollowed out and his kidney deficiency, Wu Xiaozu cursed in his heart: Hold the grass!

He first thought that Monica Bellucci had picked up his key, a Bichi who could eat, drink and sleep.

Later, through Monica Beluchi's dialogue and reaction, he felt that the other party was a Bichi who could exchange his body for the future in order to achieve his goal.

However, it is obvious that Bi Chi was unlucky to go to the wrong room and mistakenly regarded himself as the "transaction object". He hired a prostitute for free!

Now...it seems!

Wu Xiaozu stared at the door key that Jiang Zhiqiang handed over for him, and 609 stabbed him in the eyes! This is no longer a problem with the overlord prostitute.

What a fuck... do you have the European emperor's blood???

Immediately afterwards, the key in his hand reminded him that the key he had left behind... was not a woman at all! This was obviously a lucky draw for the No. 1.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaozu regretted that he did not pay the only Hong Kong dollars in his wallet as prostitution funds to Monica Bellucci!

In that case, this world-class stunner can earn at least a few thousand Hong Kong dollars.

...

"I'll bother you, is there anyone named black hair..."

Suddenly, a bald man in a suit walked to the front desk to ask.

Before the girl at the front desk finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at Wu Xiaozu's hair.

The bald man in a suit also saw Wu Xiaozu's shiny black hair.

"!@#￥￥%…**?" The bald man in a suit smiled and spit out a string of French.

"Puchi--" Jiang Ershao squirted out a sip of coffee.

"?" Wu Xiaozu looked at Jiang Zhiqiang calmly.

"He... asked you... if you asked him?" Jiang Ershao smiled strangely.

“…………”

Wu Xiaozu stared at Jiang Zhiqiang, who was smiling coldly. Jiang Zhiqiang shrugged at the bald man and skillfully told the other party that he had found the wrong person in French. Jiang Ershao has been traveling around Europe for many years, and his language skills are MAX!

"Oh...sorry, sir, I think we can communicate in English. My name is Bob Petit, a person in charge of the Bhachefilberche Press. I asked someone to talk about things here."

The bald man quickly changed into broken English, "Are you... Japanese?"

"Chinese."

Wu Xiaozu narrowed his eyes and replied: "From Hong Kong Island, China."

"Oh, Hong Kong Island! Very beautiful place."

Pettit spread his hands, as if afraid that Wu Xiaozu would think he was a pastimer. He smiled and explained: "I have been to Hong Kong Island several times this year. Do you know that the ELLE magazine? The Chinese version of Hong Kong Island "ELLE" was founded by our publisher. (In 1987, Hua Xiefelibochi founded the Chinese version of "ELLE" on Hong Kong Island.)."

The bald man smiled and looked at Wu Xiaozu without leaving any traces, "Then, you are sure you didn't ask me..."

Wu Xiaozu kept smiling, and did not answer immediately, and naturally did not deny it immediately.

"The Chinese version of ELLE?" Jiang Zhiqiang looked at Wu Xiaozu in confusion and whispered in Cantonese: "What's the situation? Could it be..."

"This Soviet girl has good skills?" Wu Xiaozu asked without answering a question, and glanced at the tall hairy girl a few times.

"Super sharp!" Jiang Zhiqiang pointed to his trembling legs: "Here, you should understand that even a veteran like me can't help but risk being sucked by her, and you will know their skills!"

"Then help me get this Soviet woman out and let her show off her skills. Don't be stingy!"

Wu Xiaozu left a word to Jiang Zhiqiang, turned his head and smiled: "Mr. Petit, I don't think you would mind knowing one more friend, right?"

"Oh?" Frenchman Pettite showed curiosity.

Next to him, Jiang Zhiqiang, who was confused, negotiated with Mao Mei in half-baked Russian.

I heard that I could enjoy it once and get the money. At this time of 1987, Mao Mei agreed without thinking.

There is such a good thing! in the country, I can’t even think about it!

After reaching the price, Wu Xiaozu pushed the Soviet Ocean Horse to Petit under Jiang Ershao's reluctance to see him. At the same time, he stuffed his 609 key into the other party's hands.

"Mr. Petit, enjoy it slowly. I believe you should like it-this new friend."

Bob Pettit glanced at Mao Mei, then looked at the key handed over by Wu Xiaozu, and smiled at Wu Xiaozu knowingly and blinked: "Oh, I understand. You are the cunning people of the East! It seems that the person who asked me is you.

I know you Chinese, and I like to test things in this way of clouds and mountains and mist.

But, to be honest, I like your cunning!"

Pettit smiled at Wu Xiaozu knowingly, and then hugged the tall, cold and eagerly Maomei without hesitation.

Wu Xiaozu showed a smile of "you see through" on his face, shrugging at the Frenchman without comment.

The two men crossed the country and looked at each other without saying a word!

…

Seeing the bald Frenchman leaving with his arms around his ocean horse, Jiang Zhiqiang impatiently grabbed Wu Xiaozu's collar and asked, "Azu, how many do you do? You can help me with the woman I just hooked up with...

OK, don't look at me like this. I admit that I don't have the energy to enjoy it, but! You don't have to help me deal with it in such a hurry, right? Where can I put my face-"

"In the Hong Kong Chinese version of ELLE, do you think we have such resources to be attractive to those actresses?" Wu Xiaozu responded calmly.

Monica Beluci?

Sorry, after lifting his pants, Wu Xiaozu refused to admit it.

Besides.

Using a tomboy from a fighting nation to cater to this Frenchman can also be considered as helping Monica Beluci avoid secondary damage, right? Let Monica Beluci avoid "physical and mental harm"! With her current physical strength, she is unbearable for conquest!

At least this is considered as doing good deeds without leaving a name, right?

In the previous life, Wu Xiaozu came into contact with countless peripheral and female models, so he naturally knew the value of resources like "ELLE".

Wu Xiaozu was considering the benefits of getting to know Pettit.

Even if it is not profitable, at most it is just a little money for prostitution, and nothing is lost!

Oh—by the way!

I glanced at Jiang Zhiqiang!

He paid for the prostitution, and he did not lose much!

...

The door of 606 opened, Monica was ridden by a donkey, with two beautiful legs, and continued to maintain a cold and cool expression of facial paralysis that had been around for decades, and walked towards the elevator.

bite!

“Woooooooooooo…”

A bald man hugged a tall hairy girl and kissed her enthusiastically, while stumbled out of the elevator and almost hit Monica Beluci.

Monica frowned and couldn't help but mutter an Italian swear word into the elevator with an ambiguous smell.

Looking at the self reflected in the elevator, a trace of complexity flashed in Monica Bellucci's eyes, and then was replaced by a cold look.

When she walked out of the elevator, she became a radiant, cool and noble girl. Unfortunately, she couldn't walk out of the elegant cat steps.

A corner of the lobby.

"Movie rating will definitely make many people unable to adapt. I think there will be a big market for 111 films!

This big cake is a virgin land, and no one has ever touched it. Everyone's starting point is the same, and we even prepared more than many people!

I think 111 movies will touch the landscape and interests of the entertainment industry in a short period of time.”

Wu Xiaozu took a sip of coffee, looked at Jiang Zhiqiang who nodded, and continued to say: "It turned out that I was worried that no female star would be willing to act.

But if we can provide the other party with extremely powerful resources at this time, what do you think will happen?

For many actresses, magazines like "ELLE" have a very high style. If we have such resources to support them,
To be continued...