Peng Grey smiled and said, "Since you are alive, there is a way to live. Chairman, don't worry, from today on, there will be no artist willing to act for his company. His company will be completely closed from now on, and no one dares to accept his company..."

"Oh, no." Xiao Bing said, "I can still accept it. I can still pay a few hundred dollars."

"Hahahaha, you're cruel enough, that's all. Then let him roll the bed and get out of here!"

Xiao Bing asked, "Do you have this ability?"

Peng Leigh smiled and said, "In Hollywood, the most powerful person is not the company bosses, but the mafia under my command. I just say casually, even the most powerful superstar, you must be obedient, otherwise you will have no food tomorrow."

Xiao Bing said, "Okay, then I will see the effect within five minutes."

"Okay, wait!"

The phone was hung up there, Xiao Bing looked at Connor and said, "Let's sit down and rest first."

Connor felt a little uneasy in his heart. He didn't know who Xiao Bing had just called, but he felt that Xiao Bing was pretending, so he snorted and said, "How long should we wait for you? Who did you look for to plead for you? I'll tell you, it's useless for anyone to plead for you."

"Please mercy?" Xiao Bing smiled, moved a chair behind Bi Tingting, let Bi Tingting sit down first, and then moved a chair himself and sat down. Then he took out his cell phone and took a look, and said lightly: "Five minutes."

Daimo smiled and said, "Mr. Conner, since he likes to pretend, then wait for him for five minutes. Then see if he still wants to slap his face and pretend to be fat."

As time passed by little by little, no one was optimistic about Xiao Bing, and they were all there to comfort Connor. Some people patted their chests and promised that they would have no food to leave Bi Tingting through their own network of relationships in the future.

Xiao Bing saw it and remembered it all in his heart. In addition, Xiao Bing, the few people who had never expressed their opinions, also remembered it all in his heart. Xiao Bing is like this. He repays kindness and revenges with revenge. Chris just spoke to him, and Xiao Bing could hear it clearly on the stage, and his impression of this person became very good.

Although Bi Tingting knew that Xiao Bing had energy, this was the entertainment industry, not the fight and killing world of Xiao Bing. She asked nervously: "Brother Xiao, otherwise we will leave first, are you really sure?"

"Well, don't worry, wait and see the show."

Xiao Bing didn't know what he could do within five minutes, but at least Peng Grey would let him see a little sign, otherwise he would not deserve to be called the Godfather of the Mafia.

It was almost five minutes before the time came, and those who stood on Connor's side all mocked, "What are you doing here for pretending to be like a Chinese boy? Are you just an assistant, you know a little bit of skill, and you really think you have a good hand and eyes? Don't think about it all there."

"Yes, let alone five minutes, even if you are given a year, I don't believe you can bring out any reinforcements that even Mr. Conner wants to give face."

Everyone else followed the sarcasm, but Xiao Bing didn't care at all, just occasionally looked at his watch.

Finally, even Connor laughed himself: "It seems I'm going to waste five minutes."

Suddenly, Connor's cell phone rang. Connor glanced at the caller ID, was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Did you find this person? Mr. Trul, the largest Hollywood director in our company, but even if Mr. Trul pleaded for you today, you can't let me just forget it."

Everyone else looked at Xiao Bing in surprise. Unexpectedly, Xiao Bing could actually move Mr. Trul out. Logically speaking, Trul's status in Hollywood is not inferior to Thor Chris. He is a big-name director in Hollywood. However, if it were ordinary things, Trul might have face. But today Xiao Bing not only beat Connor's subordinates, but even slapped Connor in the face. This almost became a deadly enemy. Even if Trul is a big player, it might not work.

The phone was connected, and Connor said to the other side: "Mr. Truer, what do you call me...? Are you saying that you are not going to direct the two big production movies we had negotiated before? How can this be? These two dramas will start filming next month, and I have invested a total of 200 million US dollars in large productions. Even if I add the investment I have brought in from other companies, it will be 300 million US dollars in total. How can you say that if you don't direct it, you won't direct it?"

Trul said calmly over there: "Sorry, Mr. Conner, you should choose someone else in this drama. I don't think it's suitable for me."

Connor glanced at Xiao Bing curiously. Could it be because of this Chinese man? But don’t you know which one is more important? He came to offend me for the assistant of a mere Chinese star. Isn’t it a good idea to have a good time?

Connor looked ugly and said coldly: "Truer, we signed the contract. If you breach the contract, you have to pay millions of dollars in compensation. Think about it carefully..."

"The compensation will be transferred to your company account tomorrow, goodbye!"

The phone was hung up there.

Connor's face turned pale. Although he asked for a compensation, where can I find a good director at the moment? I'm afraid these two dramas will be delayed. Once they delayed for two or three months, there will definitely be problems with the schedule of other actors. Moreover, the contracts signed with the entire crew will be postponed and the big-name actors will have to pay compensation based on the number of days. The losses will not be a small part of the loss at that time.

Connor took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Bing, and asked, "Is this what you did? Don't think that just one Trur can hold me. I don't think he, a big director, wants to have a good time!"

Connor was so angry that he hadn't finished his temper. Another call came. This time he looked at the caller ID and his face became even more weird. It turned out to be the phone number of the boss of a top ten film and television company in the United States who had a cooperative relationship with him. The boss was discussing cooperation with Connor Pictures this year. The two parties were about to reach the level of signing a contract. The cooperation amount of the three films of the two parties reached more than 200 million US dollars.

Conner answered the phone and said, "Hey, Mr. Steve...what? The contract is no longer signed? No cooperation? How can we do this? Didn't we negotiated before? How can we say that if we don't sign, please don't sign. OK, Mr. Steve, our company's strength is not weaker than your company. You have given up a great opportunity yourself. Some people want to cooperate with us at that time. Goodbye!"

This time, Connor took the initiative to hang up the phone. His face was a little pale. Now even he felt something was wrong. One call after another was all directed at his company. What was going on?

Before he could think too much, the third call came. As soon as he saw the phone number, he was about to collapse. It was Tom Cruise, a famous Hollywood movie star. Connor could only expect that this was just a normal call to talk about things. After the call was connected, his face became more and more ugly, but the other party's wrist was bigger and he couldn't even control the other party. In the end, he could only hang up the phone in anger.

What's going on? Everyone now thinks something is wrong. If one phone call is a coincidence, three calls came in a row, one was the phone number of the big boss of the film and television company. The film and television company can rank tenth in the United States. Although Connor Group can rank ninth, the strength of the two is actually the same. One is the phone number of the big Hollywood director, and the other is even more powerful. It is actually the phone number of Tombego.

When everyone looked at Xiao Bing, it was like looking at a monster. They had threatened to ban Bi Tingting's Hollywood road, but now Xiao Bing has actually begun to ban Connor. This slap in the face was simply a fucking sex.

Conner said furiously: "Boy, don't think that it's amazing to know two people. Just like this, I can't mess with me..."

Just after he finished speaking, the phone called again. Connor shivered. He wanted to throw the phone immediately. However, he knew that it had nothing to do with throwing the phone. Even if he dropped the phone or turned it off directly, he would still find himself.

Connor glanced at the number displayed on his phone and turned out to be a strange number. He breathed a sigh of relief, then answered the phone and said, "Hey, I'm in a bad mood now. It's better to tell me who you are and what's going on with me, otherwise..."

"I'm Penglei!"

After saying this, Connor shivered, his face pale in fear, his legs became weak, and he almost peeed his pants.

Almost everyone in the hall realized that the situation was a little wrong. Connor's expression was really strange. Could it be... this time it was even more serious than the previous calls?

Then they saw Connor nodding and bowing, "Hello, Mr. Peng...Mr. Peng Glee."

The other party was obviously just making a phone call and couldn't see his people at all, but he nodded and bowed, which made people laugh, but no one present could laugh, because if it were them, they wouldn't be much better than Connor, or even worse than Connor.

The three words Penggelie are like a bomb, shocking and even frightening in their hearts.

The Godfather of the Mafia actually called himself?
Chapter completed!