Three consecutive sentences of "special" are enough to prove Li Feng's anger at the moment.

Barron Albert could guess that even if he didn’t mention Li Feng, what he called "normal performance" was nothing more than "Fang Cun Renjian" was a Chinese film, and it is normal for Chinese films to have a low box office in the United States. It's abnormal.

This is the negative impression left by the achievements of the Chinese films released in the United States in the past.

But if it didn't work in the past, it means it doesn't work now. How can you judge the present with previous results?

If other movies don't work, it means "Fang Cun Renjian" is not work?

Pull infertile!

Barron Albert felt Li Feng's anger, and immediately frowned, "Mr. Li, please control your emotions. This is the United States, it is LSJ, it is my home."

Li Feng clicked the corner of his mouth and said mockingly, "Mr. Barron, I want to remind you of something."

Barron Albert frowned slightly: "What?"

Li Feng leaned forward and said with a sense of oppression, "No matter where I go, it is my home court."

Barron Albert opened his mouth slightly and his face was stunned!

After a long while, he looked up to the sky and laughed and said, "Mr. Li, before I saw you, I didn't even know that Chinese people can be so humorous."

"Hahaha, hahahahaha, humor, indeed humor, I am almost laughing to death." Jim Albert smiled backwards and backwards, as if he heard the best joke in the world.

The bodyguards also followed his way and began to laugh, laughter one after another, and the atmosphere was very happy.

At this moment, Li Feng suddenly leaned over and took a breath.

"boom"

The fire source that had been extinguished before was burning again.

The group of bodyguards who were laughing hurriedly stopped laughing, hurriedly carrying buckets and fire extinguishers to put out the fire...

When the fire was completely extinguished, they gave Li Feng a bitter look.

What kind of person is this so he can light things with one breath, magician? Where are the props? Didn't see him prepare them in advance?

Thinking about it this way, he really is his home court no matter where he goes!

"We in China have an old saying that'dogs are nothing good', so don't be too sullen, it's easy to go wrong." Li Feng sat up straight and shrugged.

Barron Albert took a deep breath and sneered: "Li Feng, I advise you again, tear off the IOU, and return to China. Maybe HN Pictures will cooperate with Shengtang Entertainment again."

Li Feng's expression was stunned: "Are you... threatening me?"

"If you think this is a threat, then count it." Barron Albert joked, and said with a little complacency: "After all, many Chinese film companies want to cooperate with HN Pictures. Entertainment is nothing."

"So..." Li Feng felt his chin and thought.

Frankly speaking, he must continue to cooperate with HN Pictures. This is the requirement of the "Titanic" mission, so he has only one choice left-to change HN Pictures to a major shareholder.

Upon seeing this, both Albert and his son became smug. Seeing that, Li Feng became nervous. He was afraid that HN Pictures would no longer cooperate with Shengtang Entertainment.

So should Li Feng admit it next? Oh, stupid Chinese people.

"Mr. Jim, you lost me 300 million dollars last night, right?" Li Feng looked at Jim Albert and asked.

Jim Albert: "???? God is 300 million, obviously 200 million!"

"It's not right, the IOU clearly states that it is 300 million." Li Feng took out the IOU and took a look, then shook his head and said, "Oh, I read it wrong."

Jim Albert sneered: "Li Feng, you should see an ophthalmologist..."

"Not only 300 million, but also all your shares in HN. I'm curious, how many shares of HN Pictures do you have? Less than 1% is boring." Li Feng said.

Jim Albert: "???"

Barron Albert: "???"

No... What is the 300 million plus HN Pictures shares, can you exaggerate it a little bit more?

"Why do you look like this?" Li Feng was a little surprised: "The IOU is handwritten by Mr. Jim himself. You should know the content of the IOU best, ah... Mr. Jim, you didn't tell the truth to Mr. Barron?

Jim Albert became angry: "Who didn't tell the truth, can I not know what I wrote?"

"Then you look at it again." Li Feng got up and walked to the two of them, putting the IOU in front of them.

Jim Albert snorted disdainfully, squinted his eyes and saw the sneer on his face. Instead, he was shocked: "Damn it, what's the matter?"

"Jim, you disappointed me too much!" Barron Albert snorted coldly, his face sinking like water.

He had already seen it clearly, and it was clearly written in black and white on the IOU that it indeed owed Li Feng 300 million US dollars plus all the shares of HN Pictures held by Jim.

This handwriting is indeed Jim's, at least 95% similar, if it is forged by Li Feng, it can only be verified by a professional handwriting appraisal agency.

Of course... he will not do handwriting verification, because it is not necessary. This IOU is a piece of waste paper to him. Even if it is true, he can let Jim give all the shares of HN Pictures to Li Feng?

Jim was a little flustered: "Daddy, this is really not my writing, I..."

"Is it meaningful to you?" Barron Albert sighed and took this opportunity to educate: "Remember this lesson. Next time you meet someone you don't know, you should touch him Clear."

"Yes, Daddy." Jim lowered his head and accepted his father's education.

"The 300 million U.S. dollars on the IOU plus the shares, and 50% of the real total box office of "Fang Cun Renjian" after deducting operating costs. This is what I want to take from you today."

"I will give you 10 minutes to prepare. Once the time is up, if I don't get what I should get, the consequences will be serious."

Li Feng put away the IOU, leaned on the sofa, lit a cigarette again, and started smoking.

Barron Albert was angrily laughed: "Mr. Li, do you think you are a martial artist and can do whatever you want?"

"Huh?" Li Feng raised his eyebrows and asked slightly in surprise: "Do you know that I am a martial artist?"

"Surprised?" Barron Albert chuckled. "What I say next may surprise you even more."

"Please speak." Li Feng shrugged.

Barron Albert followed the way Li Feng was just now, leaning forward and said with a sense of oppression: "I and Mr. Marcus Sapir are good friends."

Li Feng's expression changed drastically: "What?!"

Li Feng's reaction made Barron Albert very satisfied: "I'm sorry to scare you, but this is the truth. Now, let us invite Mr. Marcus Sapir and Mr. Kevin Robert on stage!"

"Kevin Robert?" Li Feng frowned slightly.

"Why, you also know Mr. Kevin?" Barron Albert was a little surprised.

Li Feng shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it, right?"

Albert and Son: "..."

At this moment, Marcus Sapir and a middle-aged man walked out of a bedroom on the second floor.