America: Child stars start with The Shining

May passed quickly.

The Shining has been in theaters for a week now, and word-of-mouth continues to grow. Judging from the feedback in New York and Los Angeles, it is performing well.

In particular, its box office figures in the last few days have clearly surpassed those of "Friday the 13th," and the gap between the two is widening.

While Ciel contributed to this, the impact was actually minimal. "Friday the 13th" had been in theaters for almost a month and was already showing signs of waning popularity.

Therefore, Warner Bros. no longer hesitated and decided to launch a large-scale promotional campaign. In the past few days, "The Shining" has been released in theaters across the country.

Throughout May, Charles practically carried money in sacks.

With "Friday the 13th" becoming the box office king in May, videotape revenue also soared.

They even reached cooperation agreements with some local stores, handing over the videotapes to them for resale, adopting a revenue-sharing sales model.

Otherwise, relying solely on guerrilla tactics by Dog Lord and his men would be too inefficient.

The shop owners were naturally more than willing; the movie "Friday the 13th" was currently showing in theaters, and they had been eyeing it for a long time.

Moreover, Charles's approach to negotiating cooperation is very safe.

Anyway, the videotape copyright is now in his hands, so even if Paramount wants to cause trouble, they can only suffer in silence.

......

Today, Shire once again came to Hollywood Boulevard to meet with Dog and the others.

"Fuck, Charles, we've hit the jackpot this time! Look at those numbers, they're fucking outrageous!"

As he spoke, Doggy handed over the passbook in his hand.

Ovitz had already made arrangements with this guy beforehand, and the tax issues regarding the income from the videotapes had been handled under the guy's guidance.

Charles took it and glanced at it briefly. A month had passed, and the account now showed a net inflow of about two hundred thousand dollars.

Moreover, this is only his share of the profits; the total sales are likely to be over $400,000.

Of course, it's impossible for Dogman and his crew to earn so much just by running around like that. It's thanks to them later taking the copyright and negotiating collaborations with those stores, thus expanding their sales channels.

Otherwise, earning tens of thousands of dollars would already be quite an achievement.

Both Dogs and Tupac were clearly excited. They had grown up as poor kids on the streets and had never seen such a long string of numbers in their bank accounts before.

Moreover, they earned enough profit from it, which, while not enough to completely improve their lives, far exceeded what these children could imagine.

Dog Master took a step forward, pounded his chest with his fist, and said:

"Hey, Ciel, you'll always be my bro, and the West Coast will always welcome you!"

Tupac also came over, put his arm around Charles's shoulder, and said:

"Fuck, if only you were black, those crippled gang bosses would definitely love someone like you!"

The two men looked intently at Charles, their eyes filled with respect.

Thanks to this white kid in front of them, they would never have imagined that this kind of business could actually make money.

Fuck, white people are so quick-witted!

Charles smiled, seemingly unconcerned.

He wouldn't dare join any gangs; you know, those guys can really get angry and secretly shoot you a few times.

During the period when gangsta rap was popular, the conflicts between the East and West Coasts also caused widespread anxiety.

Becoming famous as a rapper is easy, but surviving is not. Without gang connections or anyone protecting you, your life is always in danger.

Besides, Ciel is white, so there's no need for him to get involved in this mess.

Although white rappers can also make a name for themselves, such as Eminem, who later became the famous Eminem, his time in the underground rap scene before he became famous was not easy.

Moreover, without Dr. Dre's guidance and protection, this guy would never have been able to survive in an environment populated by Black people.

Therefore, Charles's current plan is to play it safe and go behind the scenes as a distributor, and once the record company is established, he will sign Candid and Tupac to his name.

As for the issue of gangs...

He hasn't figured out a solution yet; there's nothing he can do, that's just how things are these days.

Just then.

Timothy suddenly ran over from around the corner, his face filled with terror. He was clutching his abdomen, which was already soaked in blood.

He ran frantically towards Charles's direction, shouting, "Fuck! Those Blood Gang guys are insane!"

Dogman's expression immediately changed. He stepped forward to support Timothy and asked:

"WTF? Timothy, what's wrong with you?!"

Timothy clutched his wound, lay on the ground in pain, and said weakly:

"A few hotheads from the Blood Gang came to this area and deliberately provoked our crippled gang members. They couldn't hold back and pulled out their guns..."

Hollywood Boulevard is the territory of the Cripples, while the Bloods are another gang in the Los Angeles area, mainly composed of African Americans.

The two gangs often clash, and recently the conflict has intensified. However, no one expected that they would dare to come directly to the Crippled Gang's territory to cause trouble.

Charles frowned. He had encountered Leonardo DiCaprio being bullied by some black children in this same place last time.

This time, those Blood Gang guys actually dared to deliberately cause trouble...

The three men exchanged glances and decided to take Timothy away from there first.

But next second.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of gunshots rang out from behind them, and Charles, already on high alert, hid behind the wall.

Fuck! He has way too much experience with this kind of thing!

Sometimes he wondered if he had entered some kind of American comic book world, otherwise how could he stumble upon shooting scenes every day?

Dogs and Tupac had already worked together to drag Timothy to the corner and hide him.

A shout came from not far away:

"Hey, I fucking saw him, it's that white kid!"

Xia Dun immediately felt his heart pounding wildly.

Why would you come looking for him?

He immediately thought of Sinclair Oil Company, which had been giving him trouble lately.

Wait a moment......

The shooting in New York, the black man who stormed into the club... an African American...

"Fuck! The Bloods are in cahoots with those oil tycoons!"

The footsteps grew closer, and the group of African Americans brazenly barged in. Charles hid behind the wall, while Tupac and Dog-Master looked tense.

They didn't have any guns.

Just as those guys were about to get close to the corner where Xia Er was.

boom!

Gunshots suddenly rang out in the distance!