"Hello, I am a bad Hollywood scout. I have been paying attention to you silently. Although others think that you have not received formal academy training and it is difficult to form a system of acting skills, I really appreciate the unique acting skills you have figured out by yourself. We can take a step to explain it in detail..."

The dressed up beautifully, wearing a top hat and gold-rimmed glasses, Fick, with a charming smile with a friendly and charming look, showed an extremely confident upper class atmosphere, and approached the lost man drastically.

His appearance is really in line with the temperament and appearance of a scout.

The other party was first shocked, then looked puzzled. After seeing Fick's words and deeds, he turned to a flattered look and said incredibly excited.

"Is this true? You are really a bad Hollywood scout, aren't you kidding me?"

Seeing the other party's overly excited look, Fick's smile became deeper and deeper.

He was secretly happy in his heart, and this order is probably sure to win.

With a strict fit, he immediately used rhetoric to further attack the other party's inner world.

"Of course, Mr. Jack, I have invested a lot of attention and expectations in you. Your unique acting talent really shocked me. Without long-term hardships and outstanding talents, you will definitely not be able to achieve such a state as you!"

This man who has experienced countless encounters and dreams of comedy cannot believe that happiness actually came to the door and knocked on his door so violently!

As if he had found a confidant, Jack immediately had a heart-to-heart talk with Fick in a cafe.

Fick's speech and behavior reveal a well-educated upper class atmosphere from the inside out, which makes Jack unable to help but develop a respectful perspective brought by class gap.

He can always mesh a series of targeted pua tactics based on Jack's experience just right, so that the other party can feel a strong illusion that they are appreciated and understood, and then step by step, let go of their guards, and feel a sense of confusion, and eventually fall into Fick's psychological trap.

At the end of the conversation, Fick felt that the time was ripe and quietly began to take out the invisible knife and prepare to kill the pig.

"Mr. Jack, you are the most promising comedian I have ever met. You will definitely stand on the stage and bring laughter to the countless people in front of the TV! We decided to package you immediately so that you can have a proper identity and opportunity to enter our entertainment industry. So... please take a look at this packaging contract. How much are you willing to invest in your ideal career?"

Jack took the contract tremblingly and started to look.

The funds required for the operation of various commercial packaging are written in black and white.

Jack's forehead kept oozing cold sweat, and his thoughts were struggling violently.

In front of him, it seemed as if he had seen a light of dawn, a light that could escape from this dark world.

So, in order to escape from the sewer along the beam of sunlight and bring light to more people, Jack finally paid all the wealth saved by his mother from working and signed the contract in front of him without hesitation.

Half a day later, Fick invited Black, Mithyson, Victor and others to drink at the bar to celebrate the successful completion of this fruitful big business.

Black couldn't help but exclaim as he touched the bulging banknotes in his pocket.

"Wow! Brother, you are so cruel. You actually took so many money from that guy! No matter how many times I have seen your skills, you will be surprised... Fick, you are really a person who is born to do big business!"

Mithysen said with a cigarette in his mouth and spitting out a cigarette ring.

"Brother Fick, didn't I say you're too unauthorized. You're making money, so you can leave some basic information for others. Everyone's life is not easy..."

Fick said seriously after hearing this.

"Yeah, isn't this teaching him to face reality? Just like him, he will be in vain sooner or later. Maybe he doesn't know which guy will cheat him away... If I don't make this little money, I will make others profit away. This is reality."

Black took a sip of beer and supported Fick.

"Fick is right! He will sooner or later clean up the money in the hands of that kind of waste. People who daydream all day long will have no meaning to live. Anyway, dreams will wake up sooner or later. We just slapped him twice to make him wake up."

Mithysen rolled his eyes and said disdainfully.

"Haha, together with you two, are still doing charity, right?"

Fick sorted out his appearance and said in the tone of a superior person.

"That's right, didn't a famous rich man say that? Business is the greatest charity! We take his money away, so that he can work hard down-to-earth! If he has spare money on hand and spends nothing every day, how could he devote himself to social construction and contribute to society?"

Hearing these amazing remarks, Black immediately applauded warmly and exclaimed with admiration.

"Fick! You are so amazing that you can actually have the same level of thought as the rich people. No wonder you make money so quickly!"

Fick sighed with an extremely modest smile.

"No, no, no, I am far from him! They are very capable, and can make hundreds of millions of people work hard and teach them the truth of getting rich. They are the most diligent in the world, probably tens of thousands of times harder than us, and they will do the work of their descendants! How can I be the same as him!"

Turning his head, Fick said to Mithysen again.

"Don't worry, if I can meet him, I will definitely give this guy the second half of the class, so as to ensure that he will face the positive society and return to reality! Unrealistic things will only be a burden to him..."

Victor pointed and sighed.

"What are the ideals in this world now? Everyone is just living a life of slackness. Alas... For people like us, ideals are something that is out of reach..."

Black touched the big gold chain around his neck and said indifferently.

"No matter what ideal he is, he can live a happy life anyway! What's the use of ideals? It can't be eaten as a meal!"

Fick said with a smile and shook his head.

"No, no, no, there must be ideals. If a person does not have ideals, then what is the difference between it and a salted fish?"

Mithisson said in confusion.

"What, didn't you just shouting to be down-to-earth and face reality? Why did you rekindle your ideals?"

Fick said incessantly.

"There is a difference between a dream without action and a practical ideal. As long as you have the ability and accumulate slowly through actual actions, ideals will always be realized step by step."

Hearing this, Victor said curiously.

"Boy Fick, what is your ideal?"

Fick smiled and said proudly.

"Didn't I say that? I will make a name for myself sooner or later, move to the upper city, get a new identity, and use their rules to make their money reasonably and legally."

Black asked in confusion.

"Ha? Are you going to leave here and go to Shangcheng? What's wrong with it here? There is not so much annoying jurisdiction. How much fun you want to make money! Those guys in Shangcheng are very strict with those messy laws and regulations, and I can't stand everything according to their rules!"

Fick explained while patting the other person on the shoulder.

"Although there are not so many rules here, it is not a long-term solution to keep going like this. It is boring to make money from the poor. I want to make money from the rich... I have been staying in the lower city, but I can't make it ahead!"

Black said with a disappointed look on his face.

"Oh, Fick, you are indeed a person who can do great things. I think my future may only be able to get through here..."

Fick shrugged and comforted the other party.

"Don't say that, you can leave here too. When you can be my bodyguard, we will still be doing well in the upper city! By that time, we will really make a name for ourselves!"

When Black heard this, a wonderful look appeared in his eyes.

In the upper city, those life with bright lights and wine were completely out of reach for him.

The invisible barrier between the upper city and the lower city blocked his imagination.

He never thought that he would be living in that high-end place one day.

Victor snorted coldly and said quite disdainfully.

"Okay, Shangcheng District... It's just like that, doing the seemingly legal business, secretly cannibalism, maintaining those prosperous appearances, I don't know how many people's blood has been sucked..."

Fick held his head and leaned against the bar, looking like he could see through.

"What's the way... in the world, people always have to move upward. Everyone lives in this world like garbage dumps. Since they can't change the garbage dump, they can only find a way to leave the garbage dump..."

Mithysen sighed.

"This is also... I'm going to stay in a place like Lower City, and you must have no future. If you want to make a name for yourself, you have to go to a high-end place, buy a big house, and become a top-notch person and get into their circle. I really envy you, Fick, you must have figured out a way to get in?"

If you want to get from Xiacheng District to Shangcheng District, it can be said to be a difficult task to change your fate. All kinds of hardware conditions are not something that ordinary poor people in Xiacheng District can achieve.

Even if you work hard for a lifetime, ordinary people cannot break through the invisible barrier through their own efforts.

If you want to break this barrier, you have to do whatever you want... and this is the path Fick chose.

Fick said with a smile.

"Hehe, don't worry, when I make a name for myself, I will definitely not forget you old guys. I will definitely bring you to the development of the world when the time comes!"

Victor scoffed at this.

"Tsk, please forgive me. If you can come back frequently, don't forget to pay back the debt you owe me... In short, remember to contact us if you have time and let us know that you are not dead yet!"

"Yeah, sure!"

Bang!

Wine and chat, everyone raised their glasses and drank with Fick's beautiful future...

In order to get their capital to move into a new world, Fick and Black continued to live a tightrope walk day after day in the downtown area.

One day, when Fick tried to hook up with a beautiful and beautiful woman and used the experienced pig-killing routine to deceive the other party's labor income from her pocket, a ragged tramp suddenly rushed to him and roared hysterically.

"You shameful liar, beast, the evil man who deserves to go to hell! Return my ideals and everything!!!"

Faced with this sudden attack, Black immediately rushed out of the surroundings, waved a powerful black fist like a sandbag, and knocked it to the ground.

The fairy woman fled in panic amid the screams, leaving Fick and Black looking down at the homeless man lying on the ground with a gloomy face.

After carefully identifying the other party for a long time, Fick recognized the other party's identity.

"Wow, I think it's someone, it turns out to be the big star Mr. Jack."
To be continued...