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

"Sigh! After working hard for half a year, I only earned tens of millions of dollars."

If someone else had said this, it might have sounded a bit like Versailles, but since it came from Allen's mouth, then... it really is Versailles, haha... This guy probably can't keep up physically, he's really suffering physically.

Zhang San laughed and said, "F**K, movies that audiences love to watch are really making a lot of money."

The other two women didn't react, but Xiaofen blushed slightly; she had a feeling of being cheated on, but in reality, she was quickly infected by the atmosphere, and those psychological discomforts disappeared.

Then came curiosity. How could she earn tens of millions of dollars in half a year? She wanted to know too. Zhang San looked up and saw Chai Xiaofen, who was filled with curiosity. Zhang San smiled and asked, "Xiaofen, ask whatever you want."

"You guys... um~ what do you do to earn tens of millions of dollars?" Chai Xiaofen, who wanted to ask but didn't know how, finally asked. Before meeting Zhang San, she had always been troubled by money and had always lived a life that could be described as... a life of wandering and hardship.

"You mean this?" Zhang San threw the ledger onto the table and said, "Come here, I'll tell you quietly."

The other three couldn't understand Mandarin, but Chai Xiaofen could. Perhaps out of genuine curiosity, she walked over to Zhang San and sat down next to him quite naturally, something she herself hadn't expected to do so.

Zhang San put his arm around her and whispered a few words in her ear; Chai Xiaofen's face first showed shock, then blushed, and finally she dared not look at the three people opposite her. If she looked at them for even a second, she would feel that she and Zhang San were the male and female protagonists.

She said "Excuse me!" and then ran away as if fleeing. Zhang San laughed and said, "She's still a little shy."

Helen was lost in thought, watching Chai Xiaofen's departing figure. What was that feeling? Perhaps she was watching the shame of Chai Xiaofen's retreating figure?

Zhang San said, "After New Year's Day, TOKYO VERY HOT and THE ONE WORD will distribute profits. I will have the finance department keep 30%, and the rest will be distributed as profits. Next year, we must grow bigger and stronger."

He remembered something else: March is the peak season for horror movies in North America, and it would be great if a horror movie were released then.

Who can shoot a movie and complete post-production within a month?

It wouldn't work in North America, but it would work in Hong Kong. A smile appeared on his lips. After Christmas, Zhang San arrived at Universal, accompanied by his secretary Xiao Fen and bodyguards, and walked into the company building. As the company's boss, Zhang San wouldn't be foolish enough to let the people in the company not recognize him.

He went to his office, found a phone number in the company's internal directory, and five minutes later, a middle-aged white man came in, immediately smiling and saying, "Boss, it's such a pleasure to see you."

"I'm also very happy to see you."

Chai Xiaofen brought in the brewed tea and coffee. She placed the tea in front of Zhang San and the coffee in front of the middle-aged white man.

He didn't even glance at Chai Xiaofen. One was the boss's woman, and the other was probably because she didn't have a good figure and didn't meet his aesthetic standards.

After Chai Xiaofen left, Zhang Sancai said, "I have a script that I want to make into a movie. Do you have any other plans?"

"No, boss."

This white man's inner thought was, "You've stopped everything except distribution; you're the only one with the right to invest, nobody else can interfere; you're not producing films, aren't you messing with my mentality?"

"That's good, since that's the case..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, interrupting Zhang San's words. He made an apologetic gesture and said, "Come in."

It was the company's legal counsel. He walked in, and then Chai Xiaofen followed him in shortly after, placing the brewed coffee in front of him.

"I called him. Let's continue. I have a script here. Let's go register a copyright."

The legal counsel produced a legal contract, which Zhang San signed, before reviewing the script...outline, and then drinking his coffee while reading it.

Zhang San felt that he was there to freeload coffee, but he had no proof; the legal representative drank the coffee, took the script contract, and then went off to work.

Before leaving, he said, "Thank you for the coffee, this outline is very interesting."

"Let's continue. Find someone to flesh out the outline, then do the preliminary preparations. Find actors and locations; only new actors, preferably not guild actors. I'm prepared to invest, hmm... we'll see. Remember, it must be low-cost."

"Okay, boss, will this movie succeed based on its story?"

He read the outline and felt it was very good, so he immediately understood the boss's intention.

"Yes, absolutely right, it's all about winning with a story."

Zhang San clapped his hands and praised him. After seeing the middle-aged white man off, he realized that many fat people would probably end up like that after living in North America for a long time.

He made a phone call and asked the MCA finance department to prepare a financial statement for him for this year.

Zhang San had seen the assets of the MCA Group. MCA stands for Music Corporation of America, commonly known as MCA Inc. Its businesses include Universal Pictures itself, MCA Television Group, MCA Home Video and Pay TV, MCA Recording, Putman Publishing, a 40% stake in Cineplex Odeon theaters, Universal Amphitheatre, a 50% stake in USA Cable, Universal's vast film and television archive, and Universal Studios theme parks.

PANA eventually sold off its substantial assets; it's truly baffling why they did so.

In the future, he plans to expand into mainland China. Relying on the Universal Studios theme park, he can make a fortune by speculating on land there.

In the end, it was traded twice, which is truly a miracle; it is said that Universal Pictures suffered huge losses, so they wanted to avoid this mine, and damn it, they would never get any money from me again.

Next year, after Robert takes over everything, he will integrate MCA and divide the entire group into several parts; this will make it easier to manage, and he can find some people himself... but that's impossible; he can only observe these guys.

In Western terms, we can't let these guys steal our money.

He wrote down several names on the paper: Universal Music Group, Universal Pictures, Universal Studios theme parks, Universal Publishing Group, Universal Family Entertainment...

perfect!