Hollywood Drawing

Accompanied by Sergey, Wayne returned to the manor early in the morning, unaware that Harry-Berry had studied buns under Hela's recommendation.

The main purpose of his return this time was that his mother helped him make an appointment with an accountant and stockbroker, the son of his family accountant, Howard Jr., who had just graduated.

According to his mother's description, he completely met all of Wayne's requirements, that is, he had a basic professional level and was obedient. He doesn't care about the other party's qualifications or anything, as long as he invests in some stocks according to his own arrangement.

In Ventura County in November, the weather had turned noticeably colder, and even the strong old Greenberg put on his coat and sat under the porch with his two dogs and fiddled with the revolver.

When he saw the golden retriever under his feet pricked up his ears, he knew it was an acquaintance, otherwise, it would not be so easy for an unfamiliar car to pass the level of a cowboy.

When Sergey parked the car in front of the wooden villa and Wayne got out of the car, the two golden retrievers happily ran up to his feet and rubbed against him like crazy.

"Dad, how are you doing this time?" Wayne crouched down and hugged the two dogs, raised his head and greeted Old Greenberg.

"Nothing has changed." Ruben put down his pistol, reached out to touch his beard, and grinned. "Your mother's temper has grown, and that may be the only change!"

"Holys****! Hello, I'm Ruben Greenberg, you're Russian? I haven't seen a big, sturdy guy like you in a long time."

Old Greenberg and Sergey hugged and introduced themselves warmly.

Sergey was obviously not used to this way of greeting. However, in the face of the enthusiasm of the old Greenberg, he still squeezed out an ugly smile.

"I'm Sergey, Mr. Greenberg's security!"

Wayne ignored those two people. When he brought the golden retriever into the house, he had already spotted his father and Sergey talking about guns together. Maybe it was right to bring the Russian bear back, at least about playing with guns. He's a veteran who should be very good at it.

"Mother!"

Sitting on the sofa, Anna stared at the soap opera playing on TV. When she heard her son's voice, she immediately turned around and stood up and gave him a hug.

"Baby, is the shooting of the new film going well?" Anna pulled him to sit on the sofa and chatted about his new film.

"Of course, it went very smoothly. All the shots have been filmed. This time I came back and settled the investment issue. I had to rush back to preside over the post-production immediately."

Wayne pushed away the two dogs that were digging into his arms and pressed them under his feet. "Mom, I'm going to take them both away."

"Take them away. Your father takes them with him when he goes out to test guns. Usually, the cowboys help to walk them." Anna's affection for the dogs was obviously not as deep as that of Old Greenberg, and she said that she could take them away at any time.

"You've grown up, and I wasn't going to interfere with your private life, but what happened to that African-American? Stop, don't try to lie to me, I know you best, and you never liked African-Americans!"

"Well, it's a hype arranged by Warner." Wayne has nothing to say about his mother, who is the person he trusts the most. "After the film is down, we will break up, it's just a scene!"

In this day and age, there is generally no official girlfriend or wife of a white man who is African-American, and most white people still have a prejudice against black people.

It's better in California, after all, Los Angeles is relatively open. But in those ultra-conservative states or cities, racial discrimination is still very common.

Even in another twenty years, places like Texas and Boston will be extremely exclusionary of people of color.

Wayne doesn't think his mother is so special. Even if she used to be a producer and is now a small writer, deep down, a family like theirs would not accept an African-American girl.

"Where's your father?" Anna looked at the door vigilantly, obviously there was something she didn't want old Greenberg to hear.

"Don't worry, Mom, I guess he is taking my security guard and looking at his collection." He didn't even have to guess, he knew what his father would do. "What's the matter, can't let Dad know?"

Anna was obviously hesitant, but she still spoke. "Townsend Rothman called me and he said there was something unpleasant between you two?"

His mother suddenly mentioned this 20th Century Fox executive, which made him unable to react for a while, and after a while, he recalled the phone call.

"Mom, I have no conflict with him, it's just a business issue, I promise!"

"You have to remember, business is business, don't conflict with Townsend-Rothman, he won't be able to trouble you either." A look of memory appeared on Anna's face.

"He used to be good friends with your father, and it was your father who brought him into this circle, but something later made your father unwilling to contact any old friends, and he didn't trust anyone."

"Okay!" Wayne nodded and gently stroked the golden retriever under his feet. "Mom, I want to know what happened back then. I still have vague memories. We used to live by the sea!"

Anna obviously didn't want to continue the chat, and she didn't want to lie to her son, she just stared at the TV silently without saying a word.

About ten minutes later, when he felt unbearable and wanted to go upstairs, Anna turned her head and looked into his eyes seriously.

"Wayne, those things have nothing to do with you, and it's impossible to say who's right or who's wrong. What you should do is to plan your career, instead of caring about the past ten years ago."

Seeing his mother's serious expression, he shrugged and left the living room with two golden retrievers, but before he could rest for a while, his mother called him back again.

When he went downstairs and returned to the living room, there was a young man of his age sitting there. At a glance, he knew that this guy was definitely Howard's own, and he looked too similar.

He has the same Mediterranean hair, most of his forehead is lit up, and he has the same body as a gas tank. He is generally thick from top to bottom. If his mother hadn't said it in advance, he would never believe that this guy was two years older than him.

"Hi, Wayne, I'm Colin Howard, just call me Colin."

"Hello, Colin." Wayne shook hands with him and sat together in the living room. "How is it, have you brought something? I want to see it first."

Colin Howard opened his briefcase and handed him two thin pages of printer paper. This is all the Internet company information collected according to Wayne's request, which records the company's establishment time, listing time, and the stock price of the last week.

He took the information and read the company name from beginning to end. That's right, Wayne was an ordinary person with a very small circle of friends in his last life. He never knew about these Internet companies, and he didn't know the value of them.

But one thing is that Microsoft is a famous company. Even if he didn't know about it deliberately, he had passively heard many rumors. Except for the Internet bubble, the company's stock price rose until he came here.

There is also a company on it, he has definitely heard of it, and that is the Oracle of Madman Ellison. The company that impresses him shows that it has been successful until more than 20 years later.

"Just this one, Colin!" He looked around and decided which insurance to buy.

"Microsoft?"

"Yes, Microsoft, all my money is in the studio account. I will ask a lawyer to contact you later. After signing the contract, help me buy all Microsoft."

He did the math, he paid a 40% down payment to buy a house, and he had to set aside some to maintain the operation of the manor. It was not a big problem to invest 10 million US dollars in Microsoft.

"I know about this company. They have been creating a miracle of wealth since they went public. How much do you want to invest? It is difficult for a large amount of money to buy so many shares." Colin would think about this company and remind him with a frown.

No one is stupid these days. Since Microsoft went public, its market value has doubled 20 times that year. This is a piece of fat, and all kinds of investment funds want to take a bite.

Now if you want to invest a lot of money, it is difficult to buy so much in a short period of time when you only buy tradable shares in the market.

"Then add this Oracle, yes, this is the one. The total investment capital is about 10 million US dollars. As long as they are invested in these two companies, there is no ratio."

Since it is impossible to invest so much money in Microsoft in a short period of time, then he will bring that madman's Oracle. Anyway, he only has an impression of these two companies.

"No problem, I'll go back and sort out the information. You can ask your lawyer to advise me at any time." Colin picked up the briefcase and said goodbye to Anna politely. After ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, he hurried back to New York.

In fact, Wayne didn't expect to make money by investing in stocks at all. He just felt that the dollar had been depreciating all the time, and it was better to find a channel for absolute value preservation than to put it in the bank.

But even if he didn't know about it in his last life, he knew that Microsoft had created Lid's richest man status, and that Oracle boss Ellison seemed to have been struggling with Lid.

He was still impressed by the news of their fight for wealth. In this way, the development of Oracle Corporation must be good. It is estimated that Madman Ellison is also a richest player.

"Finished talking?"

Old Greenberg brought Sergey down at noon, and probably finished showing off his collection.

"Well, it's ok to sign an agency contract with him later."

"Don't be fascinated by the stock market, Wayne." Old Greenberg said meaningfully. "You have to remember that your purpose is to preserve value, not gamble!"

He had seen too many people who got rich overnight and then dumped all their money in the stock market, who, driven by greed, quickly jumped off the Empire State Building or the Golden Gate Bridge.

And most of these people who jumped off the building are Jewish. No way, greed, is the racial talent inscribed in the bones of all Jews.

Wayne's tone was helpless. "Dad, my career is film production. At least the planning for many years is just film production, and I won't touch anything else."

Born in a fairly wealthy family, if he wanted to do anything else, he would not have customized a study plan since he was a child, and treated himself harshly for more than ten years.

This is his dream of two lifetimes. In the last life, he only handled the projections, but in this life, he hopes to build those worlds by himself. Since he was a child, he felt that since he fell asleep watching a movie, then he was destined to choose a movie.