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

Zhang San returned to Hong Kong from London before the New Year. A convoy of seven Mercedes-Benz cars drove towards Victoria Peak. After getting out of the car, Zhang San saw Guan Meiren sitting in the living room.

A servant stepped forward and said to him, "Young Master, Miss Guan has been living here for three months without stepping out."

Zhang San was a little curious and said, "Okay, I'll ask her what happened."

"I heard from the maid that you haven't left the house for three months. What happened?"

She saw Zhang San and his group come in, but she turned her head away before saying, "Someone asked me to film a movie, and I didn't go. They actually sent me bullets! Damn it, what do they take me for?!"

After Kwan Mei-yan finished explaining in detail, he realized that Hong Kong's film industry was in its final years, and people with powerful connections would naturally not be invited to make random movies. However, Kwan Mei-yan was now out of sync with the original timeline, and many people thought that she had no one to support her now, so they wanted to "invite" her to make movies.

They even sent her a bullet, which terrified her. She immediately moved from the middle of the mountain to the top, where it was safer and no one dared to come up there, especially in a place like that.

Who is that person?

"I don't know."

Upon hearing this, Zhang San said, "Hey, I'll give you three choices. One is to go to North America or London. I have some businesses in those two places, so you can go there and enjoy life. The second is that you stay here, and no one dares to come. The third is... you know who they are. I'll invite them over and we'll discuss the terms."

"You're so rich, won't you help me take care of them?"

Zhang San said, "Only children fight and kill. We believe in harmony and making money. Besides, you don't even know who they are, otherwise I would have them settle things with us."

"Hmph~ an excuse."

Guan Meiren was somewhat indignant. Zhang San was so rich; he could have easily made those people disappear. Yet here he was, calmly reasoning with her.

"Whatever."

Zhang San ignored her and went upstairs to rest. He had been on a plane for six or seven hours and was quite tired. He thought that he should have a private jet too.

With this in mind, he first called NT-MS, where he had a dedicated office that was staffed 24 hours a day.

"Hi, is this the boss? I've been waiting for you here for three months. You've finally called." A sweet female voice came from the other end of the line.

"Sorry, I don't have that many things to do, but now I do. Our company is so rich, we should let our employees enjoy the company's benefits. I think the company should be able to buy three planes, one for flying in North America, one for the company's senior executives, and one for my private jet."

"Boss, what are your requirements for the aircraft?"

"I need a 737. I fly all over the world frequently. As for the executives, let John and the others choose for themselves. Let them choose for North America as well. In short, it has to be sturdy."

Zhang San's request was reasonable, and the person on the other end immediately wrote it down. Then, they happily said, "Boss, as expected, you wouldn't contact us unless it was something important. I'll definitely tell John and the others tomorrow morning."

While Zhang San was resting that night, his contact person from NT-MS headquarters in North America came over to report to John.

"Mr. John, the boss contacted me last night. He said the group should have its own planes. He suggested three: one for use in North America, one for senior executives, and one for himself."

Last year, NT-MS acquired a bank, causing its stock price to surge for three consecutive days, with an increase of 16.2%, which was quite significant and made it the star performer of the year.

Now, what's wrong with the boss wanting to enjoy life? The company's executives should also enjoy themselves. They earn so much money, if they don't enjoy themselves, then... outsiders will suspect they're being passive.

"Okay, that's the right thing to do. It's necessary to improve company efficiency."

John was very confident in passing the proposal, not for any other reason than that the boss worked too hard, going out to make money for the company, and yet he was flying first class. It was a disgrace to NT-MS; this was absolutely unacceptable, and they had to get a plane.

While Zhang San was asleep, John was very concerned about his plane; when he woke up the next day, Guan Meiren told him her results.

"What can I do? I'm just a helpless woman with no one to rely on. If I can't afford to offend them, can't I at least avoid them? I'll go to North America."

Zhang San smiled and said, "This is a wise choice. I still have things to do in Hong Kong, so I'm sorry to trouble you to stay here a little longer."

At the MCA Film Studios, some projects were almost finished and he needed to go and check if they were ready to start filming. He set off from the main island at 10 a.m. that day and arrived close to noon.

The speed of development in mainland China is impressive. Zhang San saw that the huge construction site of the film studio had already taken shape, but it would still take at least three to four years to complete.

He arrived at a platform and saw a huge ship appear before him. The ship was so long and so big, but he liked it.

Surrounded by a group of people, Zhang San approached the large ship, which made him feel somewhat insignificant.

"Sir, this is a 1:1 restoration based on the original blueprints, which can completely recreate the former glory of this great ship."

Zhang San nodded. He saw that construction was still underway above, including an underwater section, but he didn't want to go in and take a look; he wasn't that curious.

"How's the underwater section?"

"The underwater restaurant section has been completed and is currently undergoing safety testing."

Hearing their introduction, Zhang San was also very happy. Seeing He Meitian's eager look, he said, "Xiaofen, Meitian, do you want to go up and take a look?"

"Is that okay?"

Seeing her sweet expression, Zhang San smiled and said, "Of course." He gestured, and someone immediately came over to guide them to the elevator. They went through one door and took the elevator directly to the deck.

Zhang San, who was below the boat, soon saw He Meitian and Chai Xiaofen on the boat, waving to him. He was going to another place, so he sent two female bodyguards up to protect them. He and a group of people then inspected other projects, but he stood far away from them.

"This is the dinosaur park, right? Let's take pictures of the dinosaur park first."

Looking at the completed dinosaur park, he decided to make the movie; however, the large ship still needed renovations, and if it wasn't done properly, there might be safety hazards. He didn't want to be criticized, as it would affect the audience's viewing experience and potentially cause psychological trauma to future visitors.