Chaplin is determined to win the Lightning, and it seems that he has spent a lot of effort, but now I have gained a bargain for nothing. Wouldn't he hate me for the rest of his life? With his vengeful personality, DreamWorks and Lianmei will probably fight each other in the future.

Although this kid Bala is absolutely loyal to me, to some extent, it also hurts me a lot.

"Bala, you have hurt me now. Chaplin will hate me to the core in the future." I complained to Bala.

Bala was helpless: "Andre, are you still afraid of him? Come and sign the contract."

I sat down and signed a acquisition contract with Bala. After signing, the other directors congratulated me, the new boss, and Bala was the only one sitting in the chair in a daze.

I invited them to a meal in the evening, and Griffith, Gans, Stenborough and others accompanied them. Everyone had a great time eating. Bala even carried the whole bottle of wine. Later, almost everyone was drunk.

Bala exited midway, and the others and I kept shouting at midnight before we finished.

"Boss, are you going back to the company?" asked Stenberg.

"You guys go back, I want to go to the lightning." I walked out and stood on the road and took a deep breath. As soon as I thought of buying Lightning Company, my heart would jump out of my chest.

"Boss is right. I didn't expect that we bought Lightning in less than half a year after we came to Hollywood. Haha, it's a joyful congratulations, I'll go too." Gans smiled so hard that he couldn't stop and sprayed my alcoholic look on his face.

A group of people parted ways at the entrance of the tavern. Stenberg, Fatty, and others returned to the company. I, Gans, and Griffith drove to Lightning.

In Hollywood in November, the weather begins to cool down little by little. On the high sky, a bright moon hangs, frost is everywhere, and the strong wind whistles towards the car, as if someone is crying. Under the dim street lights, occasionally beggars and refugees will walk by, and carnival can be heard in the distance, but Hollywood at night, especially the South District where Harvey Street is located, is a different look, neglected and depressed, especially in winter, it will make people feel lonely.

Gans was drowsy in the passenger seat of the passenger seat, and Griffith was also napping beside me, only I looked out the window and went out of the consciousness.

"Boss, is it okay?" Jack said to me while driving.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of a headache." I smiled and glanced at Jack.

He has now become my full-time driver, driving me to pick me up every day, regardless of wind or rain.

"Jack, how is your brother now?" I asked in a deep voice.

"It's much better. I used the money you gave me to settle him in a welfare hospital in Los Angeles. The doctor said he was recovering well. Boss, thank you!" Jack smiled at me in the car mirror, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"What's the point of thanking me? Go and see the little guy tomorrow. Don't stay in the company all day. You brothers should be everywhere." I coughed and wrapped my clothes tightly.

"It's okay, who will drive you when I leave? Boss, to be honest, if you hadn't saved me from the police and returned me so much money, my brother would have been no longer alive now. I became an orphan at the age of nine and had always been with my brother. In the past, I was worried every time this season came. I often couldn't find anything to eat for a few days, and I was cold and hungry, and my brother had a heart disease, so it was easy to have problems. It was okay during the day, but at night, the wind and snow were everywhere, so I found a place to block the wind in the stairs or the corner of the warehouse to take my brother down, stuffed newspapers into my clothes, and covered the dirty blankets that were turned from the garbage dump. At that time, I told myself that no matter how difficult it was, I could not let my brother die in my arms, because he was my only relative in this world."

"Once, he shouted in my arms. He wouldn't say anything, but he wouldn't shout out. He would only whisper when he was so hungry that he could not bear it. Mr. Corleon, I was only about ten years old at that time, and it was not as tall as the trash can on the road. It was Christmas, and college was floating in the sky, and there were only sparse cars flying by on the road. People were celebrating Christmas at warm homes, and I had to step on the heavy snow to find a bite of food for my brother. I almost searched the entire Harvey Street trash can, but I didn't find a bite of bread. Later, I ran to the street and looked at the windows and saw the colorful gifts in the house of children who were about the same age as me. At that time, I asked, why can't they be so happy? "

"Later, I was tired of walking and stopped outside a butcher shop to rest. The owner's son took a piece of meat pie to play with their dog. The dog ran out with the meat pie in his mouth. I followed him and chased him four streets before I squeezed it to a dead end and tried to grab the meat pie in his mouth. As a result, I grabbed it. The dog was beaten so hard by me, and I was bitten by it myself. When I came out, I was about to meet the owner. He said I hit his dog, calling me a bitch, and hit me with a fist. I just hugged the meat pie tightly and lay on the ground and beat him. When he was tired of fighting, I stood up and walked back. At that time, I thought that if the fat man beat me half to death, I could not throw the meat pie away. You must know that it was not a piece of meat pie, but my brother's life!"

"When I returned to the corner, I took out the meat pie from my arms and called my brother, but found that he didn't answer me. I was afraid, and thought my brother must have either frozen to death or starved to death. So I hugged my brother and cried. I cried and found that he was asleep."

Jack wiped his tears and turned to me and smiled, "Boss, if it weren't for you, how could I drive a small car so comfortably now? How could my brother be admitted to a hospital with professional nursing staff? On the first day I joined the company, I told myself that I am a homeless person. In the future, this dream factory will be my home. So, no matter how hard or tired, even if everyone leaves you, Jack will be with you."

Jack squeaked his nose and continued, "Boss, you don't know. When the news of our company's acquisition of lightning came back today, the whole company sang and danced like crazy. Even Gith was carrying his big bell and shaking it hard upstairs. Not only in the company, but today the whole Harvey Street is like a festival. People say that as long as the DreamWorks gets better, the people on Harvey Street will have good days. Boss, you are everyone's hope now. I've been here for more than ten years, met all kinds of people, and also saw the bosses who opened a film company on Harvey Street. They treat employees like a dog at home. After squeezing their blood and sweat, they fired them. They usually drive a small car on the street. Even if they hit someone, the police will solve it. In Hollywood, there are too many such people."

"Boss, you are different from them. As soon as the DreamWorks was opened, you recruit actors on Harvey Street, find work for them, and let them go to the cinema to watch movies for free. You don't know that some people on Harvey Street live in Hollywood all their lives, but they have not been to the cinema to watch movies a few times. On the day when "Lust and Caution" premiered, people on Harvey Street took out clothes that they usually don't want to wear from boxes and dressed neatly to watch movies. Everyone sat in the cinema and saw their faces or familiar faces appearing on the screen. Even if they were just one or two seconds, they would scream and cry. Boss, I didn't understand movies before, but at that time, I realized that the small screen hanging in front of the cinema was so important."

It was quiet around, only the sound of the wind and Gans, Griffith's snoring, and Jack kept talking to me, rather than talking to him.

Many things he said were not clear about, but I knew his feelings.

In college, in order to save money to watch a movie, I couldn't even spend money on the bus. I walked back alone after the show. It was so cold. It was raining heavily and it was trembling in the rain. But when I think about the scenes in the movie, my heart will warm up little by little.

Those curtains, those light projectors projected from behind and the hula-rat projectors, are a huge and warm world for me, where you can dream, see flowers blooming, laughing, and see your childhood face.

Sometimes when I walk down Harvey Street and see people around me saying hello respectfully, or stuffing my freshly prepared black bread into my pocket, I feel like I can bring a little warmth to others like a movie, even if I don’t actually make much.
Chapter completed!