Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 255 Why I firmly believe that Hollywood is destined to decline
Old, dirty streets, white tissues, worn-out mineral water bottles, various faded wrapping papers, rusty needles...

Countless pieces of trash were scattered throughout this long street.

The walls are covered with all sorts of bizarre graffiti, just like Harlem in New York from a movie.

Harlem is a predominantly Black neighborhood.

The graffiti here is more numerous and more bizarre than in Harlem, a predominantly Black neighborhood.

On the street, people of all shapes and sizes stood or stood, their expressions listless and drowsy.

His body was swaying and about to collapse. He was doing nothing on the side of the street, just swaying precariously.

Some were barely clothed, some were defecating and urinating, and some were rolling on the ground, unable to even scream.

The most striking person was a thin, short person.

He bowed his head and bent over, his legs trembling incessantly like noodles.

He kept standing up and squatting down, repeating this action until his forehead and the tops of his feet were pressed together, and he was squatting there trembling.

His face was obscured, but his bare calves were covered with dark blue tattoos and dense sores.

Looking around, the people on the street looked like zombies, walking corpses, in a daze.

These people can't even be called human!
Wu Jing and Guo Fan stared in shock and disbelief at what they were seeing.

what is this?
Are these really citizens of the world's most developed country?

Are these really citizens of the most militarily powerful and wealthiest country in human history?

Seeing these shocking scenes, Wu Jing and Guo Fan were so horrified that they couldn't utter a single word.

They felt like they were watching a zombie movie.

However, even through the car window, the stench of urine could not be blocked, and it kept squeezing in through the gaps.

Tell them that all of this really happened.

This is the real world as they saw it with their own eyes!

Lu Yang was equally shocked, and the camera in his hand was originally meant to record the shocked expressions of Wu Jing and Guo Fan.

But he had forgotten about it the moment the vehicle entered the street.

With a look of horror on his face, he pointed the camera out of the car window and filmed everything.

Qi Hui was somewhat helpless and could only turn the camera towards Lu Yang, Wu Jing, and Guo Fan.

At the front of the car, he saw the shocked and incredulous expressions on the faces of Qi Hui and the other three.

Robert and Frank grinned, almost laughing. These Chinese guys really hadn't seen much of the world.

What are these in Los Angeles compared to this?
New York, Philadelphia, Chicago, and Detroit have more slums, homeless people, and drug addicts than Los Angeles, and the situation is more chaotic.

Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and Lu Yang took a deep breath and slowly recovered from their shock.

Even so, I still couldn't calm down for a long time.

Lu Yang slowly turned the camera towards Qi Hui, finally remembering his plan from before he came.

"Hmm?" Qi Hui pointed the camera out the window and said with some surprise, "There are drug dealers making a transaction!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing and the others quickly peered out the window.

Such a thing is practically extinct in the country. If it were discovered, it would surely mean that someone wanted to see Lin Wenzhong.

Therefore, Wu Jing and the others still found it quite rare!

On the right front of the vehicle, a man and a woman are facing each other; the man is the trafficker, and the woman is the customer.

The woman's hair was messy, her clothes were dirty and wrinkled, and she looked like she hadn't taken a bath in years.

However, compared to those mindless, zombie-like people not far away, she could barely be considered a human being.

The two exchanged money and goods.

The man handed the woman a small, palm-sized sealed bag, similar to the kind of small sealed bags that vendors at farmers' markets in China use to store pepper powder.

At the same moment she received the item, a flush rose on the woman's pale face, and she quickly walked away with it.

Things are easily stolen in this place.

The man took the money, smiled, and turned to leave.

But the smile on his face vanished the moment he saw Qi Hui and his group's vehicle.

He suddenly pulled a pistol from his pocket, aimed it at the driver, and roared, "Stop the car, fucking fuck, stop the car!" Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly fired a warning shot into the air.

"Boss?" The driver looked at Qi Hui, asking for his opinion.

Should we run him over, or get out of the car and deal with him?
"You guys handle this," Qi Hui said. "Don't kill anyone."

Qi Hui didn't want to get into trouble. He was an actor, and it would definitely not be a good thing if he had a murder case on his record.

"OK!" Robert and the other two nodded and immediately stopped the car.

The man outside the car, holding a handgun, circled around to the driver's side, keeping the muzzle locked on the driver.

"Fuck! Roll down your window!" the man roared fiercely, like a mad dog, "Tell me, who are you people?"

Seeing this, Guo Fan, Wu Jing, and Lu Yang's expressions changed slightly, and they took pictures of everything.

The driver, expressionless, slowly rolled down the car window.

The man sneered and was about to roll down the car window when he saw a dark gun barrel pointed at his head.

Robert held an AR rifle, with a large suppressor and holographic sight mounted on it.

The equipment on this gun alone is worth more than all the goods he carries.

"Wang De...fa?" The man was shocked and dared not move.

The instant the car window rolled down, Frank opened the other door, got out, and, also with a gun at his side, subdued him.

The driver snatched the gun from him, pulled him over, and slammed his huge fist into the man's face repeatedly.

After three punches, the man's nose bled, and several of his venomous teeth fell out.

Inside the car, Robert removed the magazine and a bullet from the chamber of his pistol, then disassembled the entire gun into parts and threw them out.

Frank saw that his partner had dealt with the man and quickly returned to the car.

The driver shoved the man aside, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

The three worked together seamlessly, highlighting their professionalism.

……

The city is safe, with the LAPD patrolling nearby; there's no need to worry about anything going wrong.

With cars parked on the roadside, Qi Hui handed out the soft Zhonghua cigarettes that Jing Tian had given him, and the four of them smoked together.

Without taking a couple of puffs, I don't know what to say.

What I saw today has overturned some of my previous understanding.

Robert and his two companions were all smoking Qi Hui's Soft Zhonghua cigarettes.

However, Frank felt that even though the cigarettes were of good quality, they were just average and not strong enough.

He also wanted to share his treasured collection of fine cigarettes, but Robert stopped him.

As a security guard at a private gun club, he had come into contact with many wealthy people from China.

But if you take those things out, they might just turn on you.

The people in this country are strange. Some like beautiful women, some like gambling, and some like playing with guns, but they are all extremely unified in their deep hatred of all kinds of illegal drugs.

This is especially true for wealthy people; the wealthier they are, the more likely they are to act this way.

"Damn it!" Wu Jing cursed angrily, "Why are there so many bastards in China praising how great the Americans are, but they never mention this kind of thing?"

Lu Yang flicked his cigarette ash, his face grim: "Damn it, I really want to take a gun and shoot all those editors who make up these short stories one by one!"

"What the hell is this 'heaven on earth' and 'paradise on earth'?"

Guo Fan took a deep drag on his cigarette and sneered, "Now I know why Qi Hui was so convinced that Hollywood was doomed to decline."

"Don't even mention Hollywood, if this continues, America is doomed!"

Qi Hui didn't respond to Guo Fan and the others, but instead walked towards Robert and his two companions.

"Uh... Senior, where are you going?"

"Let's check the accounts with the Americans," Qi Hui said. "Otherwise, those public intellectuals in China will definitely try to deny it."

"Uh... reconcile accounts?" Lu Yang scratched his head, what?

(End of this chapter)