hollywood draw

Wayne returned to the manor early in the morning with Sergey, but he didn't know that Harry Berry had started researching buns with Hela's recommendation.

The main purpose of his return this time was that his mother helped him get an appointment with an accountant and stockbroker, the son of his own family accountant, Howard, who had just graduated.

Listening to his mother's narration, he fully meets all Wayne's requirements, that is, he has a basic professional level and is obedient. He doesn't care about the other party's qualifications or something, as long as he invests in some stocks according to his own arrangements.

In Ventura County in November, the weather has become significantly cooler, and even the strong old Greenberg has put on his coat and sits under the porch with two dogs fiddling with the revolver.

When you see the golden retriever under your feet raising your ears, you will know that you are coming with an acquaintance, otherwise it would not be so easy for a strange car to pass the denim level.

When Sergei parked his car in front of the wooden villa, Wayne got out of the car, and the two golden retrievers ran happily to his feet and rubbed towards him like crazy.

"Dad, how are you doing this during this period?" Wayne squatted down and hugged the two dogs, looked up and greeted Old Greenberg.

"Nothing changed." Ruben put down his pistol, reached out and touched his beard and grinned. "Your mother's temper has grown bigger, and this may be the only change!"

"Holy s****! Hello, I am Ruben Greenberg, are you Russian? I haven't seen a strong big guy like you in a long time."

Old Greenberg and Sergei hugged and introduced themselves enthusiastically.

Sergei was obviously not very used to this way of greeting. However, facing the enthusiasm of Old Greenberg, he still squeezed out an ugly smile.

"I am Sergey, Mr. Greenberg's security!"

Wayne ignored those two people. When he brought the golden retriever into the house, he had already noticed that his father and Sergei were talking about guns. Perhaps it was right to bring the Russian bear back. At least when it comes to playing guns, he, a retired soldier, should be very good at it.

"Mother!"

Anna sat on the sofa, staring at the soap opera played on TV. When she heard her son's voice, she immediately turned around and stood up and gave him a hug.

"Baby, is the shooting of the new video still going well?" Anna pulled him and sat on the sofa and talked about his new video.

"Of course, it went very smoothly. I had already shot all the shots. After I came back this time, I had to rush back to host the post-production immediately."

Wayne pushed the two dogs that were drilling into his arms and pressed them hard under his feet. "Mom, I'm going to take them away."

"Take it away. Except for going out to test the gun, your dad usually takes them for a walk." Anna's feelings for the dogs were obviously not as deep as the old Greenberg, and she said she could take them away at any time.

"You have grown up. I was not going to interfere in your private life, but what happened to that African American? Stop, don't think about lying to me. I know you best. You never like African Americans!"

"Okay, it's the hype arranged by Warner." Wayne had nothing to say about his mother. This is the person he trusted the most. "After the video is off, we will break up. This is just a scene!"

In this era, there are generally no white people's formal girlfriends or wives who are African-Americans, and most whites still have prejudices against black people.

It’s a little better in California, after all, Los Angeles is relatively open. However, in extremely conservative states or cities, racial discrimination is still very common.

Even in more than twenty years, places like Texas and Boston will be extremely rejected by people of color.

Wayne doesn't think his mother is so special. Even if she was a producer and is still a small writer, at heart, a family like theirs will not accept an African-American girl.

"Where is your dad?" Anna looked at the door vigilantly, obviously not wanting Old Greenberg to hear some words.

"Don't worry, mom, I guess he is taking my security with me to see his collection." He didn't have to guess what his father would do. "What's the matter, can't let his father know?"

Anna was obviously hesitant, but she still spoke. "Townsen Rossman called me, and he said there was something unpleasant between you?"

My mother suddenly mentioned the executive of Twentieth Century Fox, which made him unresponsive. After thinking about it for a while, she recalled the phone call.

"Mom, I have no conflicts with him, it's just a business problem, I promise!"

"You have to remember that business is business. Don't have conflicts with Townsend Rossman, and he will not cause trouble for you." Anna's face showed a look of memories.

"He used to be good friends with your father, and it was your father who brought him into this circle, but some things later made your father unwilling to contact any old friends, and he would not trust anyone."

"Okay!" Wayne nodded and gently stroked the golden retriever under his feet. "Mom, I want to know what happened back then. I still have vague memories. We used to live by the beach!"

Anna obviously didn't want to continue chatting, and she didn't want to lie to her son, just stared at the TV without saying a word.

It took about ten minutes, and just when he felt unable to stand it and wanted to go upstairs, Anna turned her head and looked at him seriously.

"Wayne, those things have nothing to do with you, and this matter cannot be said to be right or wrong. What you should do is plan your career, rather than care about the past ten years ago."

Looking at his mother's serious expression, he shrugged and left the living room with two golden retrievers, but before he could rest for a while, his mother called him back.

When he went downstairs and returned to the living room, there was already a young man of similar age. When he looked at it, he knew that this guy was definitely Howard's biological child and looked too similar.

The same Mediterranean hair lit up most of the forehead, and the same figure as the gas tank, was as thick as the top and bottom. If his mother hadn't said it in advance, he would never believe that this guy would be two years older than him.

"Hi Wayne, I'm Colin Howard, just call me Colin."

"Hello, Colin." Wayne shook hands with him and sat in the living room together. "How is it, have the things brought? I want to take a look first."

Colin Howard opened his briefcase and handed him a thin two-page print paper. It was all about Internet company information collected according to Wayne's request, which recorded the company's establishment time, listing time, and the stock price in the past week.

He took the information and read the company name from beginning to end. That's right, Wayne was a low-level society in his previous life and an ordinary person with a small circle of friends. He had never known these Internet companies, nor did he know the value of them.

But one thing is that Microsoft, which is famous for its cover, is very famous. Even if he hasn't deliberately understood it, he has passively heard many rumors. The stock price of this company has risen until before he comes.

There is another company he has definitely heard of, that is, the oracle of the madman Ellison. The company that can make him have an impression means that it has been successful until more than twenty years later.

"Just this one, Colin!" He looked around and decided which insurance to buy which one.

"Microsoft?"

"Yes, Microsoft, all my money is in the studio account. I will ask the lawyer to contact you after signing the contract and help me buy all of Microsoft."

He calculated that he paid 40% down payment for buying a house, and he had to leave some to maintain the operation of the manor in pieces. He would spend 10 million US dollars to invest in Microsoft, which was not a big problem.

"I have known about this company. They have been creating wealth miracles since they went public. How much do you have to invest? It is difficult to buy so many shares with large amounts of funds." Colin would think of this company and remind him with a frown.

No one is stupid these days. Since Microsoft went public, its market value has increased twenty times that year. This is a piece of fat, and all kinds of investment funds want to take a bite.

Now if you want to go in with a large amount of money, it is difficult to buy so many in a short time if you only buy circulating shares in the market.

"Then add this Oracle. Yes, this one, the total investment amount is about 10 million US dollars. As long as you invest in these two companies, there is no proportion."

Since it is impossible to invest so much money in Microsoft in a short time, I will bring the crazy Oracle with me. Anyway, he only has an impression of these two companies.

"No problem, I'll go back and sort out the information. You can ask your lawyer to advise me at any time." Colin picked up his briefcase, politely said goodbye to Anna, and then hurried back to New York.

In fact, Wayne didn't expect to invest in stocks to make money. He just felt that the US dollar had been depreciating. It was much better to find a channel for absolute value preservation than to put it in the bank.

But even though he hadn't known about it in his previous life, he knew that Microsoft created the richest man in Guzi, and that Oracle boss Ellison seemed to have been unable to get along with Guzi.

He still has an impression of the news of their struggle for wealth. From this point of view, Oracle Company must have developed well. It is estimated that the madman Ellison is also a richest player.

"Are you finished talking?"

Old Greenberg came down with Sergei at noon and probably showed off his collection.

"Well, it's OK to sign an agency contract with him."

"Don't be fooled by the stock market, Wayne." Old Greenberg said meaningfully. "You have to remember that your purpose is to preserve value, not to gambling!"

He had seen too many people who got rich overnight and threw all their money into the stock market. Driven by greed, they quickly jumped down from the Empire State Building or the Golden Gate Bridge.

Most of these people who jumped off the building were Jewish. There was no way, greed was the racial talent that all Jewish people were engraved in their bones.

Wayne's tone was helpless. "Dad, my career is filmmaking. It's planned for at least many years. It's just filmmaking and I won't touch anything else."

Born in a relatively wealthy family, if he wanted to do something else, he would not have customized study plans since he was a child and treated himself harshly for more than ten years.

This was his dream for two lifetimes. He only took screenings in his previous life, and he had the hope of building those worlds with his own hands in this life. He felt since he was a child that since he was sleeping after watching movies, he was destined to choose a movie.