Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

"Allen, is that all you have, five hundred dollars?"

Zhang San, holding five hundred dollars, found it somewhat amusing. "You're broke? You're going to Los Angeles? You'll spend money everywhere there."

"Yes, only five hundred dollars." Allen said calmly and seriously, making Zhang San want to curse.

Five hundred US dollars is equivalent to five thousand yuan in mainland China, which is seven or eight years' income for someone else. However, in Los Angeles, it's not much. Moreover, it takes a long time to get from here to Los Angeles and will cost a lot in travel expenses.

They are now in Phoenix in 1988. It's more than 600 kilometers from here to Los Angeles; while Allen is going to Los Angeles, which is naturally much better than Phoenix, as it is not as wealthy as Los Angeles.

"With this $500, we need to find work when we get to Los Angeles, otherwise we'll have no choice but to be homeless on the streets."

Zhang San sighed and spoke the truth, which sobered Allen up considerably.

"Then let's borrow some money..."

"Forget it, let's sell this little house."

Hearing Zhang San's words, Allen was somewhat surprised, and then said, "That's for the best. Living here, you'll never escape the shadow of losing your sister."

Zhang San was a little surprised that this guy could actually come up with this in his mind, which saved him the trouble of explaining. At this moment, he could only nod silently.

The two of them first sold the contents of the house and got five thousand dollars; then they sold the house, which they inherited from Linda, for thirty thousand dollars. If it weren't for the inheritance tax, Zhang San would have been left with nothing.

After taking some photos of his past life and Linda, along with some small souvenirs, Zhang San bid farewell to his parents with Allen and left Phoenix.

There wasn't much sadness in parting; it seemed they were already used to it. Although Zhang San was a little unaccustomed to this situation, he felt... pretty good.

The two took the money and set off for Los Angeles.

Zhang San felt that coming out with Allen was a mistake. If they were in Phoenix, they might have been able to find a job and have a stable income; but when they arrived in Los Angeles, they had no one to turn to.

"Hey guys, are you from out of town?"

A fat, middle-aged man saw the two looking at each other, smiled, and got out of a Cadillac parked nearby. He kept glancing at the two men, and to Zhang San, the way he looked at them was like looking at cattle or horses, making him very uncomfortable.

"yes!"

Zhang San wanted to stop Allen, but since he had already spoken up, he could only wait and see what Allen had to say.

"I'm a talent scout, and I've spotted your potential. You have the makings of stars."

The two people in front of him, a Chinese man and a white man, seemed like an odd pair; the white man looked gullible; and the Chinese man... could only be an extra, perhaps used in some special plot.

This time, Zhang San stopped Allen, saying, "Sorry, sir, we don't want to be stars." After saying that, he pulled Allen away quickly, acting on instinct to get away from the guy in front of him.

"Why……"

Before he could even call out to them, he saw them disappear at a street corner. Hansen felt terrible about his day, having run into two such wary guys. It never happened before; those silly country bumpkins would get excited at the mention of celebrities, completely unaware of what kind of movie they were making.

Whether it's Hollywood or Saint Oliver, does it really matter to those newcomers?

In Hansen's view, out of the countless handsome men and beautiful women in the world, how many can truly stand out? Most people just fade into obscurity.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it!"

Without Zhang San, Allen might have truly become the male lead in Saint Oliver, making countless films and eventually losing certain desires...

"Hey Stephen, what are you doing? That's a talent scout. He's got his eye on me. I'm going to be a big star!"

Zhang San looked at this idiot and wanted nothing more than to hit him, if he weren't his brother-in-law.

"Allen, can you tell me what works you've acted in?"

Faced with Zhang San's questioning, Allen shook his head, but Zhang San continued to ask him.

"Have you attended performing arts classes or an arts college?"

"Stephen, just say what you want to say. I didn't say any of these things." Unable to withstand Zhang San's questioning, Allen had no choice but to bite the bullet and retort.

"Alan, would you be willing to go to the San Fernando Valley to shoot that kind of film?"

"Oh, Stephen, what place is that?"

Zhang San blinked quickly and said, "You don't know about Holy Valley?" Zhang San was a little surprised, but then he thought that Allen was not very old, at most nineteen, and he himself was only twenty-two. Information was not as advanced as it was in the future.

"That's where they film...you know what I mean, you'll be going there to film those kinds of movies, and of course, your Hollywood star dreams will be over."

"WTF, thank you so much!" Allen suddenly swore before saying, "That's terrible, thank you, Stephen."

"No need," Zhang San continued. "We'll find a place to stay now, and then find a job. We'll settle down in Los Angeles for now."

"Of course, of course."

Just as they were about to leave, Zhang San saw a black man walking towards them, looking rather hostile.

Zhang San inwardly screamed, "No way? I just dodged the talent scout from Saint-Gobain, and now I'm being blackmailed by a black man?" Seeing a shop nearby, he pulled Allen into the shop, where the police were standing.

The two police officers became alert as they watched an Asian man and a white man approach. The store had recently been frequented by criminals, so they came to investigate.

However, the two walked past them and ignored them, instead looking at the black man behind them, whose brows were furrowed.

Finally, they turned onto a side street, and the two policemen who had been holding their breath breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go take a look ahead. There's a shop over there that looks like they're hiring."

Zhang San had excellent eyesight, so he took Allen with him. When they arrived, they found it was a Blockbuster store that was hiring.

"Let's go there and see if they want us."

Blockbuster is a chain store that sells and rents videotapes. When the two of them came over, they saw the store manager taking a videotape to a customer.

After he finished his work, the shop manager said, "Hi, what would you like?"

"We saw you were hiring here and thought we'd give it a try," Zhang San said casually, stating his purpose.

He looked at Zhang San and Allen behind him. It seemed that the two of them were still the Asians. This was Los Angeles, with Chinatown, so he wasn't surprised.