People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 487 Owen Cross Carries His Little Backpack (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The next day, Long Island Estate.

Martin Damon, accompanied by his core screenwriters, arrived at Levi's house in a low-key gray Volvo, traveling light.

In the living room, Martin Damon briefly explained his ideas.

"What I want to do is a whole series," he said, "based on your real experiences, starting in a basement in Brooklyn, and ending the first season with you meeting John Mara of the Giants and signing an unprecedented mega-contract."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Li Wei cautiously, as if trying to discern something from Li Wei's face.

But judging from Li Wei's expression, he didn't seem very interested.

"The core message isn't inspirational, or rather, it's not just about inspiration," he added. "What I want to express is the chemical reaction that occurs when an outsider enters the American value system."

Li Wei thought for a moment, put down his water glass, and shook his head: "Not good."

Martin Damon paused for a moment, then said, "You said something."

"Just make it a regular Hollywood popcorn comedy," Levi said. "I don't want too much expression, racial narratives. If you're going to make my story, I only have a few very simple requirements."

"They need to be handsome and responsible," Levi said. "The Asian characters can't be portrayed negatively, stereotyped, prejudiced, or portrayed as weaklings who are being rescued or pitied, understand?"

Hollywood is too good at this kind of narrative, using the belittling of other ethnic groups to give white people a cheap sense of superiority.

Martin Damon hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I understand. Don't worry, I won't make that kind of thing."

Li Wei nodded and picked up his water glass: "I'm also very interested in this project, and I plan to invest some money in it. You can contact Jason Miller for details later."

Martin Damon was overjoyed; the more and bigger the investors, the more fully his ideas could be expressed. He readily agreed.

"Alright, Mr. Martin Damon," Levy said, "you specifically chose this time to see me, surely there's more to this than just this?"

Martin Damon smiled somewhat awkwardly, which was taken as an admission.

"How much are you planning to pay?" Li Wei asked.

"Two hundred million," Martin Damon said.

This surprised Li Wei somewhat. Even for a top Hollywood director, $2 million would be enough to empty a large portion of his savings, although that amount wouldn't even amount to a fraction of LW's funding pool.

"Then I can only give you 0.2%," Li Wei thought for a moment, "The friends and family pool is already full, so I'll use my own shares."

"But," he held up one finger, "I have conditions."

"Please speak," Martin Damon said quickly.

"What we just discussed," Levi said, "must be written into the contract."

"No problem," Martin Damon stood up, relieved. "It's a pleasure working with you."

[Task: Complete the play adaptation]

A seasoned writer, accompanied by his circus master, arrives at your castle. You converse amiably, and the knightly drama will spread across the continent, bringing your legend to wider attention and spreading the virtues of chivalry.

You have gained: 1 free attribute point, +10 Believers.

Looking at the number of believers that had accumulated to [360 million/1000 million] and the free attribute points that had reached 2.5, Li Wei shook Martin Damon's hand while quietly adding up all the attribute points.

[Strength: 13.0/20] - [Strength: 14.0/20]

[Spirit: 12.5/20] — [Spirit: 13.0/20]

Agility: 12.5/20 - Agility: 13.0/20

[Constitution: 12.5/20] — [Constitution: 13.0/20]

Just 27 points away from maxing out the attributes!

Li Wei was in high spirits as he watched Martin Damon leave the estate and get into the Volvo.

Watching their car drive away from the manor, Anya turned her head from the sofa to look at Li Wei: "They really went to a lot of trouble, making a special trip just for 0.2% of the shares."

"Buying 0.2% for $2 million will turn into $2.4 million on the secondary market once the financing is complete," Li Wei smiled, walked over and pinched Anya's cheek, "Not everyone is so lucky to earn that much. Martin Damon hit 10..."

He probably earns more in a single day than he does in a whole year of movies.

Anya slapped Li Wei's hand away and gave him a reproachful look, but she didn't refute what Li Wei said, because what he said was indeed true.

Two days later, LW Group invited everyone who participated in the fundraising to an internal cocktail party.

In addition to the senior executives of LW Group, Anya also used some of her own power to bring over all her friends and besties except Sophia, completely isolating Sophia.

Elizabeth also distributed some friend and family pools.

On Li Wei's side, the Qatar Investment Authority, Martin Damon, and others were invited to the reception.

Everyone at the party was very happy and enthusiastic.

Being able to participate in LW's financing is itself a kind of social circle screening. Just by chatting casually, you can tell that he or someone behind him is a big shot who is famous in a certain field.

After a brief speech, Li Wei walked down the stage amidst applause.

Anya and Elizabeth were both waiting in the audience, a relationship that puzzled the surrounding guests.

However, since the three of them were classmates and Anya and Elizabeth were best friends, no one said anything openly.

It wasn't until free time that Gloria hurriedly pulled Anya aside, whispering something and occasionally gesturing wildly.

However, Anya just smiled helplessly and shook her head from time to time, clearly not taking Gloria's words to heart.

After the brief incident, Li Wei found Prince Khalid waiting nearby.

Prince Khalid was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of non-alcoholic champagne in his hand, surrounded by several investment bankers, chatting enthusiastically.

Upon seeing Li Wei approach, these people immediately greeted him warmly.

Khalid raised his hand, parting the human wall formed by the crowd: "Excuse me, everyone, I need to talk to my good brother alone."

The investment bankers tactfully left.

"The whole world is going crazy for you," Khalid hugged Levi, "but I still blame you. You gave me too few shares."

"2.5% would require $25 billion in cash," Li Wei chuckled. "That's quite a lot."

Upon hearing Li Wei's words, Prince Khalid feigned anger and pointed to the white cloth above his head: "Don't even mention 2.5%, the Qatar Investment Authority could absorb any amount more."

After saying that, he thought for a moment before remembering a phrase: "What do you Chinese people like to call me again? 'Big Dog'."

After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter.

"Let's talk about it another time," Li Wei thought for a moment, "Let's get down to business first. What about the thing I asked you about?"

Khalid also dropped his joking expression and waved to Li Wei.

"This isn't a movie shoot," Li Wei said helplessly, following him to a corner. "Just say what you want to say."

Khalid paused. "Sergey Volkov arrived in Dubai a few days ago and is currently staying at the Sien Villa on Palm Jumeirah."

"He met with at least three groups of people openly, and I don't know how many he met privately," he said. "Two of them were private military contractors, and the identities of the other group can only be determined by my people through license plates and hotel records. They should be diplomats from some African country."

Li Wei nodded: "What kind of trouble has he gotten himself into recently?"

"He has a deep conflict with Omar Jalloud, an African warlord nicknamed 'General'," Khalid shook his head. "The conflict has intensified in the last two years. Initially, Omar Jalloud tried to prevent the transitional government supported by Sergei from coming to power. He spread rumors around the world that he was the mastermind behind the manipulation of the country, with the aim of maintaining his warlord status within the country and creating a state within a state."

Li Wei didn't really know much about Africa, but he listened carefully.

"Later, the transitional government did become a formally recognized sovereign government, but Omar Jalloud also received a promise from the president that he would have a territory under his control," Khalid continued. "However, during that time, huge oil fields were discovered in his territory, so he pretended to cooperate with Sergei to develop the oil fields, but we don't know the specific terms. We only know that the cooperation was bumpy and not very pleasant."

"Based on the current intelligence, is it possible that he will go to Africa?" Li Wei asked.

"Most likely," Khalid said, "and it's probably not that safe; we might need to do something."

Li Wei nodded and lowered his head to think seriously for a moment.

Regardless, Sergei is Anya's father after all. If she were really in danger, he had the ability to help but didn't. Although outsiders wouldn't say anything, he himself would feel guilty.

"He's safe in Dubai, right?" Levi asked. "Is there any danger?"

“Not in Dubai. Sergei has connections and resources in the Gulf region,” Khalid thought for a moment and gave a serious reply. “He himself dared to go to Dubai, which means Dubai is safe for him.”

"Okay, keep an eye on him for me," Levi said. "As soon as he leaves Dubai, or if there's any indication that he's heading to Africa, please let me know immediately."

“Okay,” Khalid said. “My people in Dubai will keep you updated.”

Li Wei glanced at Anya, who was introducing Elizabeth to Gloria in the distance.

"Come on," he turned and patted Khalid on the shoulder, "Aren't you sure you don't want a drink?"

"I am a Muslim," Khalid shrugged, "and I cannot drink alcohol."

Just as Li Wei and others were raising their glasses and celebrating the bright future of LW Group.

At the Colts' training facility in Indianapolis, Irving Cross was throwing a tantrum over the news of LW's successful fundraising.

He was still at the training base, but after seeing the news, he couldn't train anymore. He picked up his backpack and rushed to the coach's office.