The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

Most importantly, you have a super pig teammate."

"What?" Jesse turned his head and looked around, and said dissatisfiedly, "If you dislike my identity, then I can leave."

"Okay, okay, Jesse," William pointed up his fingers, indicating that this is a restaurant, and then smiled, "You probably don't know, the idiot outside the restaurant is wearing a leather jacket, with a revolver stuck in the back of your seat. next to me,

Just waving your arms in excitement three times, staring at you and me sixteen times, and muttering to yourself 'Jessie, Jessie, you're the best, we're going to get rich' five times."

"Damn it," Jessie knew it had been revealed as soon as he heard it, and looked up at his fairy, jumping accomplice, with his hands on the dining table, and complained feebly while grabbing his hair, "Oh, God, that idiot actually Wave to me."

William shrugged, reached into his breast pocket, put his wallet into the storage space, and lied, "You probably don't know, I never carry a wallet or cash with me, and I always transfer money when I need it.

And if you dare to do something dangerous to me, the 12 elites of the English Airborne Special Service will immediately let you and your accomplices understand what unequal strikes are."

"Is there?" Jesse was frightened and hurriedly looked around, but after looking for a long time, he didn't find any strange people. "Bastard, are you scaring me?"

"God, I'm really defeated by you, dear Jesse, if you can find it, it's still called an elite?" But there are no special forces bodyguards, and hundreds of spider robots are real.

He grabbed Jesse's hand and smiled, "If you don't believe me, just look at your idiot companion."

Jesse struggled a little when William grabbed his hand, but couldn't break free, then turned his head to look at his companion with a blushing face. After watching for a few seconds, he didn't find anything unusual.

He broke away from William's hand with his backhand, and glared at William angrily, "Bastard, you're playing me again."

"Sorry", looking at the angry Jesse, William was very happy, "I forgot to tell you, you have to snap your fingers".

"If you lie to me again, I promise I will jump on you and beat you up." As soon as he finished speaking, Jesse snapped his fingers, and William, who wanted to throw the beautiful woman into his arms, had no chance to stop him.

But Jesse was covering his mouth at this moment, looking at his trembling accomplice in disbelief, "God, God", he couldn't help but tighten William's hand, and shouted, "Stop, stop!" .

Feeling Jesse's nervousness, William said with a smile, "Just snap your fingers again."

"Slap", a snap of fingers appeared, and her companion immediately paused for a second as if pressing the pause button before falling limply to the ground.

Just about to get up to see his companions, Jesse was grabbed by William and pulled back to the chair before he got up, "Don't worry, he's fine."

After speaking, he waved to Kyle Grammer, the manager of the restaurant who was waiting not far away, "Send the gentleman outside the restaurant to the hospital, and I will pay for it.

Tell him, if he wants to sue me, please ask him to prepare a good lawyer, because I guarantee that the 12 barristers of Yueshida Law Firm will happily take my money and wait to fight him , a lawsuit timed in years."

"Understood, sir." Kyle Grammer nodded with a smile. He knew very well that there must be a prerequisite for a lawsuit against someone like William.

You have to have tens of millions of legal fees to delay with William. If it is delayed for a few years, the legal fees alone can bring down a middle-class family.

And with Kyle Grammer's eyesight, it's hard to say whether the little gangster outside dared to call the police, so Kyle smiled and assured, "Please rest assured, Mr. Devinhill, our restaurant will handle this kind of thing." can handle it".

"Well, I like you, Kyle, your tip today is 30%," William laughed.

Just as he was talking, Jesse's accomplice stood up unsteadily, which made Jesse feel relieved, and then became angry, cursing in a low voice at the accomplice who left her and ran away, shouting angrily. He took a sip of red wine, "Can you let go of my hand? Mr. Devonhill."

"Sorry, sorry." William let go of Jesse's hand and said with a smile, "No one told you, don't attack people like me who are surrounded by bodyguards?"

"I learned it all by myself." Seeing that the trick was exposed, Jesse glared at William angrily and said, "And the devil knows that a super fat sheep like you doesn't carry a wallet."

"Sight, vision, dear Jesse, your vision for finding targets is really bad." He turned his head and looked at the black buddy who had been quietly eating and drinking red wine at the table next to him, "Let me help you find a teller How about the special training?"

Following William's gaze, Jesse looked at the black buddies who were in a daze, and whispered to William after only one glance, "You're not kidding, this guy looks like an honest man."

"Honest man? I think you are joking."

After giving Jesse a blank look, William reached out and tapped on the phone, and on Sunday, the face of the honest man was quickly displayed on a small virtual image, "Nice Sperge, the owner of the Upper East Side pickpocket leader Lyme Grandson, adoptive father is Bucky Spurge,

SIR, if you need, just call Abram Tarasoff, because the pickpockets in New York are managed by Mr. Abram Tarasoff."

"NO, NO, NO", Nissberg, who was sitting at the side and had been paying attention to William, hurriedly got up and walked to William's side. He just opened the chair and wanted to sit down, but saw William cast a glance at him, and immediately stood respectfully. and begged for mercy in a low voice,

"Mr. Devinhill, please see that I have not disturbed you, please don't call Mr. Abram Tarasoff, otherwise people like me will definitely not be able to get along in New York."

"Sit down." Seeing that Niss is so sensible, William pointed to the seat beside him, then looked at Jesse who was full of disbelief and said to Niss, "Are you free to give me a special training for this rookie?"

"I'm not a rookie." Upon hearing this, Jesse immediately argued, "I've been in this industry for three years, and I'm no longer a rookie. And who is Abram Tarasoff?"

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Nice glanced at Jesse amusedly, and asked William, "Can I speak directly, Mr. Devonhill."

"Whatever," William said indifferently.

Nice explained with a smile, "Abram Tarasov is Mr. Vigo Tarasov's younger brother,

The Tarasoff family controls 40% of the underground business in New York and the entire East Coast, so as long as Mr. Abram Tarasoff says, we pickpockets will never even think about living on the East Coast.”

Gray society?Jesse stared at William who was drinking in surprise, and asked in disbelief, "Can you call Abram Tarasoff with just one call?"

"Who knows?" William raised his eyebrows, "I'm a serious businessman."

Seeing William's handsome face, Jesse thought for a moment, feeling that it was really impossible for a person of William's status to have anything to do with people from the Gray Society, but when he saw Niss curling his lips from the corner of his eye, he immediately realized that he had been deceived, and couldn't help but A slap on William's arm, "You bastard".

Hell, Niss was taken aback by Jesse. Looking at the frowning William and remembering some rumors about the underground world, Niss was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat in just a few seconds.

And Jesse looked at William who was frowning, and was also frightened. Fortunately, it didn't take long before he heard William say, "I'll pay it back, chick."

"Oh, God, the way you frown makes my heart stop in fright." Holding his beating heart, Jessie felt very exciting and heart-pounding while being frightened, but when he thought of himself and The gap in William's identity,

Picking up his own wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and said bitterly, "I have to go home, if I stay any longer, I will lose a few years of life."

It's no wonder that William would let go of someone he likes, "Didn't you want to invite me and coffee?"

Jesse, who was holding her own bag, hesitated, "Are you sure?" He put the bag on his lap and asked seriously, "If you're just playing, I don't have the time to waste it."