I tightly grasped Gis''s hands and choked up: "I appreciate everyone''s kindness, but I absolutely won''t touch this money. Take it back. It''s not that I''m stubborn or have other ideas. It''s just that this money is too heavy. If I accept it, it will crush me to death!"


    "But boss, if you don''t accept it, our movie will be ruined!" Howard shouted.


    "Yes, yes!"


    I looked at them and murmured: "Let''s put it this way. Even if I accept your money, we can only get 20 copies. What about the rest?! Everyone listen to me. You take the money back first. I''ll think of ways to raise funds. If I can''t raise it, I''ll borrow from you again. How about that?"


    A group of people looked at each other, nodded, walked to the table, and took the money back.


    "Everyone, disperse. It''s getting late. Go and rest." Fatty and Gans told everyone to disband, then closed the door and sat down beside me.


    "Boss, I don''t understand what you just did. Although we can only make 20 copies with this money, we can still make some money. But you insist on not taking it. I see how you plan to explain to Fox and Malskrov?" Gans glanced at me and plopped down on the sofa.


    "I support the boss! I also think it''s inappropriate to take everyone''s money! Gans, a person should have a conscience. Not all money can be spent! How did I find that you''ve become more and more like those guys in Chuk after coming to Hollywood, only recognizing money in your eyes!" Fatty stood on the same line as me.


    "Okay, okay, okay, I''m heartless, and I only have money in my eyes. You two are noble. Let me see how you make twenty thousand dollars!? " Gans was so angry that he turned his head away and ignored us.


    "Boss, it''s no longer possible to take money from home. Now we only have one way, which is to borrow money." Fatty gestured to me.


    "There are several ways to borrow money. First, we can borrow from the bank. Their interest rates are much lower than usury, but they need to look at the borrower''s property situation and guarantors. With the three of us penniless, with neither real estate nor social status, only a fool would lend us money. The second way is to borrow usury from Italians and Jews. Boss, my point is, as long as we still want to live well, don''t even think about this idea. Those guys are ruthless. As long as we borrow money from them, not to mention twenty thousand, even two thousand, we will never be able to pay it off in our lifetime." Fatty analyzed it very convincingly, looking at me while analyzing.


    "Are you trying to drive me crazy, you son of a bitch!? Just say the feasible ones!" I knew what he meant as soon as he squatted. He was definitely winding around, and the key point must be behind it.


    Fatty smiled and gave me a thumbs-up: "Indeed, boss. I think we only have one way to go now, which is to borrow money from those big shots."


    "Are you talking about Fox, Grant, and Malskrov?" Gans also lit up and came over.


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    "That''s an idea." I nodded, then shook my head again: "We can basically rule out Grant. That guy is just a honorary mayor, the head of a clean government department. He doesn''t have much money in his hands. Besides, he has already given us thirty thousand. It''s like squeezing water from a stone to squeeze more money from him. Fox might lend us money, but I dare not take it. This guy may look honest on the surface, but he is very dark in his heart. Last time, he wanted to develop our film for free, which showed that he had ulterior motives towards us. If we borrow money from him, this old fox will definitely propose to join our company. In this case, our DreamWorks will probably become a subsidiary of Fox in the near future."


    "Then we can only borrow from Malskrov. Boss, I think the old man has always been quite good to you. He even introduced his daughter to you. Maybe he wants you to be his son-in-law. A son-in-law borrowing money from his father-in-law, how can he refuse!? " Fatty and Gans looked at each other, with lewd expressions on their faces.


    "Get lost! Although the old man is good to me, one thing is one thing. It''s okay to joke around normally, but once it comes to money, it''s a matter of principle. As for what you said, it''s completely nonsense!" I scolded them, but the two of them were still not serious.


    "Boss, it''s urgent to raise money for copies now. Please endure it for a while. Besides, we are borrowing, not not repaying. Do you really want me and Fatty to work for people like Chuk like dogs, or do you want Gis to starve to death on the street?" Gans spoke righteously.


    "Yes, boss. Are you going to give up your dream and our dream like this?" Fatty also chirped, looking at the two of them, each with a face of a debater. Suddenly, I felt that letting them make movies was a waste of talent. With their eloquence, they should at least run for mayor or governor.


    I remained silent. They were right. What we were shooting now was not just a movie. It was the dream of several people, the dream of the entire DreamWorks and Harvey Street people. For everyone, for the people of Harvey Street, for the little light in life, I must find ways to let this movie meet the audience smoothly.


    At this time, it was no longer the time to care about face. I had to go to the old man and figure out a way to get the money from him.


    I stood up, put on my coat, opened the door and went out.


    Fatty and Gans followed closely behind, pinning me in between.


    "Boss, where are you going?" Fatty asked in a low voice.


    "Where else can I go!? Of course, I''m going to find the old man!"


    Malskrov''s villa is located in the villa area on the west side of Hollywood. That place is a gathering place for Hollywood bigwigs. The roads are wide, the facilities are complete, and there are security guards and private guards everywhere.


    Our taxi was stopped at the gate of the villa area, and the guard refused to let us in no matter what. These guys are typical car - recognizing but not people - recognizing guys. It''s not just that you take a taxi. Even if you drive an ordinary private car, you will be stopped outside.


    "What should we do?" Gans asked me.


    "Find a phone booth and make a phone call. I have Malskrov''s business card." I took out Malskrov''s business card from my pocket.


    To our anger, there was no phone booth around this damn place! But thinking about it, it makes sense. Rich families all have private phones installed. Who would run to the roadside to use a public phone?


    After walking for a long time, we finally found a phone in a small shop by the roadside. I picked up the receiver and dialed the number on it.


    "Hello, who is this?" A woman''s voice came through. It was Lenny.


    "Good evening, Miss Lenny. I''m Andrew Corleone. May I ask if Mr. Malskrov is in?"


    "Dad just went out. He seems to have gone to San Francisco to do business. Mr. Corleone, do you have something to do with him?"


    "I, I, ……" I didn''t know what to say.


    "Where are you now?"


    "In a small shop a few miles away from your residential area, next to a gas station." I looked at the sign of the gas station and reported the name to Lenny.


    "Okay, wait for me there. I''ll be right there." Lenny hung up the phone without waiting for me to answer.


    We stood by the road and waited for more than half an hour. A black car stopped by the roadside, and Lenny waved to us from the car.