Under James' leadership, we returned to Harvey Street. The small production company he mentioned was in the center of Harvey Street. The environment was very good. It was located on a high ground and behind it was a small hill. You can see the line of "HOLLYWOOD" standing on the hillside in Hollywood from afar. The surroundings were green trees and groups of wild doves were hovering and playing in the forest. It was very good.

When we arrived at the company's gate, a shrunk black old man opened the door for us. James was in front and we were behind. The group entered the yard and came to the office on the second floor.

The company is not big, with two rows of simple shooting sheds, a three-story dilapidated office building, and a small parking garage.

We waited in front of the door for a while, a guy with messy hair and fluffy eyes opened the door for us. He was nearly two meters tall and strong and muscled, and was about the same age as James. If James hadn't told me in advance that he was a production company, I would have thought he was a kidnapper.

"Let me introduce it. This is my boss Andre; Corleon, this is Schiller; Warts." James introduced the two of us.

I shook his hand with a smile, and was grinned by this guy.

James laughed and pointed at Watz and said, "This guy is simple-minded and well-developed. In Hollywood, many underworlds know him, but he is not the business material."

Warts glanced at James: "Is there anything to do with me?"

James pointed at me and said to him: "It's not that I have something to ask you for something, it's that our director is asking you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask you for something to ask

Watz looked at me with disdain, "Just him?! Just a little brat, just kid."

James's face changed and he said seriously: "Do you sell it or not!"

Watz smacked his lips: "Sell it, why don't you sell it? It's 20,000 yuan, it's one."

"Bah! Watts! We are both guys. Why are you cheating me? You are a little bit big, and the location is not good. Do you think you are on Hollywood Street? Apart from us, there is absolutely no other person willing to buy your company. Our director was not satisfied with it at first sight. If I hadn't persuaded him, he wouldn't come at all. Hurry up and say a honest price!" James yelled.

Watz sat lazily on a chair, looked at James and looked at me, and raised a finger: "Ten 5,000, it's really not cheaper!"

After hearing what he said, I turned around and left. James hugged me in a fake way and said to Watts: "Do you have a problem with your brain? When is it time? What are you still trying to do?! The boss was only willing to pay 8,000 just now, but I got worn out and told you nine,000. You can do it yourself, don't say I didn't help you!"

Seeing that I was really leaving, Huatz grinned and said to me with a heartache: "Nine thousand is too cheap. I have spent tens of thousands of dollars on this land and this building!"

I glanced at James and muttered to him. James said to Watz: "My boss will pay you up to 10,000 yuan. Watz, you don't look at what time it is now. Film companies are going bankrupt one after another, and the market is in a downturn. The land price will naturally fall. Let me tell you that if we want to find a company like you, it will be easy to find."

Watts remained silent, and finally made up his mind to pat his thigh: "Okay! Come with ten thousand yuan, this place is yours."

James found a worn-out typewriter in Watz's small office, and quickly made a contract, wrote down the terms of the relevant transfer, and then we signed the letters. Watz held the 10,000 yuan in his hand and shook his head.

In the evening, Watz brought people to move all his belongings out of the company, leaving only an empty shed. A few of us were randomly dealing with each other in the office all night, and we were busy early the next morning.

Berg led people to clean, James was busy moving all his equipment in, Gans was responsible for buying various daily life and office supplies, and I went to a decoration store in the city center to customize the company's factory standards.

Gans and the others trusted me very much and gave me the full responsibility of the company's face in the future.

I have already thought about the factory logo. The brand has a black background, with a red spiral and fierce front facing outwards. Below the dragon are the big white characters "Dreamworks" below. It is simple and clear, and very imposing. The factory logo of MGM is the lazy lion, Paramount is the majestic mountain, and my dream factory is going to cover them with one top. I used a Chinese dragon of native color. I want this Chinese dragon to dominate Hollywood and let the Americans lower their heads respectfully in front of it. I want audiences all over the world, regardless of region or age, to see it as long as they walk into the cinema, remember it!

The owner of the decoration store offered a price of 1,000 US dollars, which really scared me. However, I looked at it and found that the factory price was 20 meters long and 10 meters high. The price was still in the river, so I agreed.

They promised to deliver the goods in a week. After I paid the money, I stopped a taxi and returned to the company.

When I arrived at the company, I found that everything had changed. The originally messy yard was cleaned up, and piles of garbage were cleaned up, many brand new chairs and office utensils were transported in. Even the originally dilapidated building, Gans found someone to paint it in an arrogant red.

"Are you pretty?" Gans grinned when he saw me walking up to him.

I looked at him with paint on his face and sighed, "How much does it cost?"

Gans glanced at me: "I feel like you are a stingy now? This company is not easy to see, and it will not be able to develop in the future. You have to spend this money if you don't spend it."

"My God! I'll wait for what you said, but remember it for me, now there are only 70,000 yuan left in my pocket!"

"It's sixty-eight thousand. These things cost nearly two thousand yuan."

I rolled my eyes and almost sucked over: Grandma's, spending money is like flowing water. Yesterday I was still holding 81,000 yuan, and only one day has passed is 68,000 yuan left! My day! I'm crazy day!

I bought an office desk, typewriter, installed a telephone, sofa, and chairs in the office. I was even more angry that these guys actually set up two beds in the office, making it as if they were good to live here!

After being scolded by me, they had to move the bed to the third floor, where there were five rooms, four of us each, and the remaining one was temporarily used as a kitchen.

After working hard for a day, we were all exhausted at night. Berg was beaten and kicked by us to cook, while we sat outside in the reception room waiting for dinner.

"Boss, what are you going to do tomorrow?" James asked me.

Gans glanced at me and smiled, "Andre, I think we are already a company now. Let's hold a meeting today and appoint everyone's positions in the company. This will make it easier to deal with others."

James also agreed.

There are only four people in total, and they still have this idea, so fucking admire them!

I looked at them angrily and said to both of them: "Then you can do it!"

"No, don't let's do it, you have the final say in this company." Gans shook his head, and James also winked.
Chapter completed!