"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door of the room.

The middle-aged man responded: "Please come in!"

Cherno pushed open the door, walked into the room, and nodded to the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

The man held a cigar in his right hand and pointed to the other couch with the other, and asked, "Are you done?"

Cherno is a vice president-level executive at JP Morgan Bank, but in front of the man, he looks respectful and does not dare to be rude in the slightest.

Because the man in front of him is named Henry, and his surname is Morgan.

After Cherno sat down, he replied: "The loan part has been finalized, and Francis is negotiating the pledge contract." ”

After Henry spat out a mouthful of white mist, he said, "Francis thinks that young man is not a wasted person, do you think?"

Cherno nodded and said, "This is an indisputable fact. ”

Henry glanced at Cherno with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Are you so sure just based on this less than an hour of communication?"

Cherno shook his head lightly and explained: "This conclusion has been made before this. ”

"We have detailed information about Evan Warren's investigation, and I believe that even Mr. Earl Warren, if he doesn't get help, doesn't know as much about his son as we do. ”

Henry nodded, no longer questioning Chern's judgment.

"Send me a copy of the report. ”

Cherno could not refuse Henry's order.

"Okay!"

……

On the same day, the Port of Los Angeles.

Jack Parsons waited quietly at the exit of the port.

He's here to pick up an old friend he's not seen in years.

The waiting time is boring, and Parsons, in order to pass the time, takes out beautifully crafted cards and admires them one by one, while trying to come up with new tactics in his mind.

"Buzz!"

With the loud noise of the cruise ship arriving, Parsons put away his cards, took out a piece of hard-shelled paper with his name written on it, and craned his neck to look at the crowd at the exit.

The cruise ship departed from the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, and most of the people who arrived were from the East, so Parsons had a hard time finding people.

In his eyes, Orientals look the same.

After about five minutes, Parsons finally met up with the person he was picking up.

It was the other party who found him first.

The other party has a group of two people, a man and a woman.

After a warm hug with an old friend, Parsons asked, "Hey, Money, why don't you introduce this beautiful lady?"

The other party smiled shyly, scratched his head, and said, "Jack, this is my wife, you can call her Jiang." ”

Parsons happily shook her hand, and the three of them headed toward the parking lot.

On the way, Parsons asked, "Money, where is your next stop, the East Coast?"

"Yes......"

"Is there still a war going on in your hometown?"

"Yes......"

"It's a shame...... By the way, there's something I have to warn you about. ”

"What's the matter?"

"The atmosphere in the U.S. has been somewhat oppressive lately......"

……

When Evan came out of the Roosevelt Hotel, he was a little confused and didn't know where to go.

He didn't want to go to old Freesman to disturb Audrey and them, and he didn't want to go to school.

On the rare weekend, he didn't want to go to Inglewood, which would put unnecessary pressure on Wells and Gillard.

So, Evan found a random café on Hollywood Street and sat down.

He ordered himself a cup of Jamaican coffee, sat by the window, and sent Bob to buy his favorite comics, stirring the coffee with a spoon while watching the passers-by outside the window.

Outside the window, there are men in a hurry, smiling men and women flirting with their companions, and women in bright clothes with eyes fixed on passing men.

The sound of the horn of a passing car is the most annoying, but the most passers-by are swearing.

Everything was natural, but Evan felt for no reason that he was just sitting in a coffee shop, but it was like being in the sky, and his eyes were from top to bottom.

"Bang!"

The sound of porcelain shattering on the ground interrupted Evan's thoughts. He looked for prestige and saw two men arguing about something not far away.

Bob, who was sitting across from Evan, put down the comic and looked around nervously.

A male waiter walked over to the two arguing men and tried to dissuade them.

Evan leaned sideways and eavesdropped on the two arguing with interest.

"Dalton, calm down, they're just firing you, but they can't take away your creative power. Listen, everything will pass. Here, the United States, Hollywood doesn't want your works, the world is so big, you can't go anywhere. ”

"I know, I understand, I understand, but ...... It's not fair!" The man named Dalton ******, with messy and unkempt hair, and he spoke with an agitated expression: "They want me to go to the hearing, to be a traitor, it can't be. ”

"I know, Dalton, you're not that kind of person. The man with his back to Evan stuffed a little money to dismiss the waiter, and then consciously lowered his voice to reassure his friend: "So, I admire you, really, you are good." ”

"But what are you going to do next. ”

Dalton said with a gloomy expression: "I don't know, maybe, maybe leave this country." ”

The man asked, "Where to go, Europe, or South America?"

"I suggest going to South America, Europe is a bit chaotic right now, and South America has not experienced a big war after all. ”

Dalton whispered, "I'll think about it......"

The man sighed and said, "Oh, I really didn't expect things to suddenly turn out like this, damn The Hollywood Reporter!"

Dalton scolded, "Damn politics!"

After a moment of silence, the man suddenly asked, "By the way, what are you going to do with the script you have completed...... No one in Hollywood should dare to accept your work now......"

Dalton said: "I don't know, whatever, if you can't sell it, you won't sell it." ”

At this time, Evan, who was staring at the eavesdropping, whispered, "Dalton...... Expelled ......"

It should be him.

After sitting in the café for half an hour, Dalton and his friends got up to leave. Meanwhile, at Evan's request, Bob followed him and left his seat.

Around two o'clock in the afternoon, Bob returned to Evan.

Evan and Audrey had dinner at a fancy restaurant that night, because they had forgotten the time at the restaurant, and by the time they were ready to go to the cinema, it was already late and there were no good movies. As a result, the two could only watch "Cat and Mouse" for half an hour in the cinema.

Of course, although "Cat and Mouse" is a cartoon, the "laughter" is excellent, and Audrey laughed constantly after watching it.

……

Tuesday, October 20th.

Brentwood Heights, Los Angeles.

It's a villa area with Sunset Boulevard running through it, and many Hollywood crews live there.

That's the case with screenwriter Dalton.

Dalton, who had lost his job, was at home and busy in the garden with his wife. He used to hire people to do the work of weeding and pruning flowers and trees, but now that he has no source of income, he has to do it himself.

In terms of savings, Dalton is not short of money, he is one of Hollywood's hottest screenwriters, earning more than $80,000 a year at his peak. But now that all is in the past tense, Dalton must plan for the future.

Who knows if he will be able to stay in the United States.

He had said that if anything, he would leave the United States. These words are not nonsense.

That hearing was a wake-up call to Dalton that perhaps America is not as good as it claims to be.

"Honey, just do the work, don't look worried. ”

Dalton, who was holding a large pair of scissors, was in a trance, when his wife yelled at him.

Dalton subconsciously apologized. Just then, a small car pulled up in front of his house.

Dalton and his wife stopped what they were doing and looked at the car.

The wife guessed, "Hopefully not from the community." ”

Dalton said, "Probably not. ”

"But even ignore them, we bought this place, we have the right to live here, and no one has the right to drive us out. ”

Under the watchful eyes of the couple, a young man in a gray suit got out of the car.

The man looked around, as if to make sure he had found the wrong place. Seeing the Dalton couple in the courtyard, the man nodded slightly, and then immediately walked over to them.

Dalton understands that nine times out of ten, the other party is coming at him.

The man walked a few steps to the fence, beckoned to Dalton, who was less than three meters away, and asked, "Excuse me, is this Dalton's house?"

Dalton stood still and asked, "Who are you?"

The man immediately introduced himself and said, "I'm sorry, my name is Soloman Feferman." ”

"Are you Mr. Dalton, the author of the film script Roman Holiday?"

Dalton's heart moved when he heard this, and he nodded in response: "That's right, I am!"

"You're looking for me for the script?"

Solomon breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "My luck is really not wrong today, and the weather is good, Mr. Dalton, won't you invite me in and sit?"

Dalton smiled, touched his wife lightly on the shoulder, walked to the courtyard door, and said, "Of course, please come in!"

The script of "Roman Holiday" was originally prepared for Paramount, but now that it has been swept away, Dalton is not ready to keep it in his hands, and if someone buys it, he will sell it.

As long as the price is right.

An hour later, another car pulled up to Dalton's doorstep, and the person who came was Dalton's lawyer.

Not long after, Dalton personally sent Solomon to the door and closed the door for him.

When he returned to the house, Dalton's lawyer smiled, "Dalton, your luck seems to be improving. ”

He glanced at the contract in Dalton's wife's hand and sighed, "I have never seen such a simple and generous buyer who buys something." ”

"It reminds me of the poor aristocrats of Europe!"

Dalton's wife said, "But scripts are not useless luxuries. ”

She was a little worried, looked at her husband and said, "He probably bought your script for some special purpose, right?"

Dalton thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, this script is about a love story, and there is no need to buy it if you want to buy it." ”

……

Thursday, October 22.

Evan receives a call from Carl that the formalities for the stock pledge have been completed. However, the loans from the Applied Physical Systems Company have not been forthcoming.

In the era of all-paper office, the efficiency of banks is not much faster.

As soon as the pledged money arrived, Carl threw himself into his new job.

The purpose of the money was determined as early as when Evan asked Carl to contact the bank.

Eight million dollars of money were pledged, of which $2 million has been determined and the rest will be used in the bank.

Of course, this money is not deposited in the bank, but used to buy the bank.

That's right, Evan intends to buy a bank.

Mr. Evan's target was the Citizens National Bank, a well-known bank that was actually a small, one-branch commercial savings bank in Los Angeles with less than $20 million in deposits.

However, even such a small bank, with Evan's cash on hand, is impossible to buy.

However, the Citizens National Bank is a bank on the verge of bankruptcy, which gives Evan the opportunity to get in.

Of course, in order to succeed in acquiring the target, Evan or Carl will need to beat a number of competitors.

The rivals are none other than none other than the top 10 banks in California.

In order to win the acquisition, Carl's father, Albert Barton, left behind the slow-moving Rubik's Cube infringement case and returned to California from Chicago. Over the course of ten days, Albert visited the presidents or chairmen of several banks, including Security First Bank in Los Angeles, Bank of California, and Bank of America. The content of the negotiation is unknown to no one except the parties, but the result is clear at a glance.

Carl successfully acquired 81% of the shares of the Citizens National Bank from the original shareholders for less than $5 million, becoming the absolute controlling shareholder of the bank, and the remaining shares were in the hands of other banks.

By the time Carl completed the acquisition, it hadn't been even a week since he got the cash from Morgan Stanley.

……

The day Carl completed the acquisition, San Francisco, Bank of America headquarters, the chairman's office.

At this time, Giannini, the chairman of the Bank of America, a descendant of Italian immigrants, happened to talk to his son Mario about withdrawing from the acquisition of Civic Nacional Bank.

Mario seems to be opposed to this, feeling that he is only the governor's son and that there is no need to back down to him with the size of the Bank of America.

Giannini, who is 78 years old this year, single-handedly developed Bank of America from a small bank in San Francisco to the largest bank in California, looked at his son in his fifties and said earnestly: "Mario, I know that you look down on those so-called politicians and think that they are nothing more than the echo worms of money. ”

"But, you have to understand that the power of money and the power of politics are both power, and a lot of times, the former works well, but at some point, the latter works better. ”

And never think that just because you give them money, he will have to bow down to you. ”

"Otherwise, commercial banks and investment banks would not have been split in two, and Rockefeller would not have been split. ”