[American Entertainment] The road to becoming a god

After three months of filming, all the filming of "Romeo and Juliet" was completed. Gaspar still did not attend the closing party, but this time he contracted all the food expenses for the closing party to express his gratitude to the staff .That's not a big deal, especially after the movie brought him $70 after taxes.

70w, Gaspar has never seen money in his account with so many zeros, he swears, if the bank allows it, he wants to learn from Donald Duck's uncle, change all the money into coins, and swim in it .

After the system reminded him that 'tons' of coins could crush him, Gaspar dropped the idea, but he never denied that it was a great idea.

Anyway, this can be regarded as a step up to the sky for Gaspar, he must go back and plan the use of the money.

"70w, wow, I can't believe it." In the broker's office, Gaspar took the property statement he got from the bank and read it many times. This is the first time he got it. Such a high salary, of course, his salary is a piece of cake for the 1700 million production cost of this movie, "How are we going to spend it?"

Joe was also very happy, he wrote in his diary, "Originally my line should be 'My commission is 15%, just credit it to my card.' But you see, we now have System, we have to do something big."

"Oh, of course, it's a big deal." Gaspar scratched his chin, "Before then, I want to take out 5 yuan to renovate my house, and then take 15 yuan to open an account for Adina, Adam and Carliss , as a fund for their future education."

"Hmm, it's a good idea." Qiao flipped through the information provided by the system and responded casually, his eyes were on the list of the "Top 500 World Brands" more than ten or twenty years later, "Oh this...not yet. At that time, ha! This... this is not bad, hehe, his family will be so big in the future..."

Gaspar was aroused by the manager's soliloquy, he leaned over and pushed Joe's shoulder and said, "Joe, don't read it alone, let's share."

"Huh?" Joe looked up at Gaspar from the invisible screen, raising his eyebrows with interest, "Why, are you not afraid of what will happen to you now?"

Gasper asked, "Is what you're watching about Hollywood?"

Joe opened his mouth to understand what Gaspar meant, and he shook his head: "It's okay."

Gaspar shrugged: "Then don't be afraid."

"Then come on." Joe, who was half lying on the sofa, sat up, and he asked Gaspar to sit beside him, "The system—show him."

A translucent screen composed of many small squares spread out in front of Gaspar. He saw the content that just made his agent sigh. composed of Internet giants.

"Apple?" Gaspar noticed the page that Joe took out, and he pointed to it in disbelief and asked, "Is this the Apple company I know?"

Joe looked over with a look of 'I didn't expect that either', and then he pointed to the two pages that were opened next to him, "Look at them again."

Gaspar: "Google and...Amazon?"

Joe snapped his fingers excitedly: "That's right!"

Gaspar didn't understand much of this, and he waited for Joe's explanation.

Joe reached out and took out the pages of Google and Amazon to fill the entire screen, "Can you imagine that these two companies that will become the world's top brands in 20 years have just been established this year, this year!"

"Wow."

Faced with Gaspar's exclamation, Joe gave 'That's all? '' expression, he waved his hand, "It should be—[Wow——oh!]" The manager imitated Gaspar just now and wowed again, his tone and expression were five or six times more exaggerated than Gaspar.

Gaspar blinked in confusion.

Joe's expression cooled instantly, his eyelids closed, and his tone became lifeless: "You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Well, yes, I don't know."

The agent went crazy silently, "That means we can also be angel investors, and 100% angel investors with super high returns." He stood up from the sofa, "Using Amazon as an example, in the future this company will It will be listed in May next year, with a share price of 5 US dollars, and by the end of 18, each share will become 2012 US dollars."

Gaspar, who has always had a headache with numbers, put on a pained expression.

"Let me put it in a simple and easy-to-understand way. If we privatize this company* before it goes public next year, we will have a net profit of more than 3 million US dollars after the dotcom bubble survives." The agent said that the eyes of the dollar are shining, " Even if we cannot bear the huge investment in the process and disperse the shares, as long as we still hold 10% of the shares in our hands, our name will always be on the Forbes list of the world's richest people in the future."

"Wow—oh!" Gaspar finally let out a sigh that Joe was satisfied with this time. He dragged the scroll wheel on the screen to flip aimlessly, focusing on one number after another, "But, Joe , becoming a shareholder of these companies also requires consideration of follow-up investment, right? I don’t think I can do it with my salary alone.”

"Of course, the salary is not enough," Joe said, "but if we use the salary plus box office dividends, plus investment, and win the lottery every now and then... that's enough."

The manager smiled like a successful cat stealing fish.

"Now, we are going to set up a company." Joe straightened his collar, "A company for angel investment."

"Incorporation?" Gaspar asked. "I don't understand."

"Garth, you see, earning money is not enough. Using your salary as an example, assuming you have entered the 2000 million dollar club, then your tax rate is 20%, so the money you have worked so hard to earn will go to the country. Take some away," Joe said, "but if we set up a company, we can convert your salary into another nature, and the tax rate is completely different from that of an individual. With some gray area complexities, it is completely reasonable Tax avoidance, even if the tax bureau finds us, nothing will be found."

Gaspar understood half of it, "It means—simple things are easy to check, so let's complicate simple things..."

"Not exactly...but that's what it means." The manager stood up and began to dance in slow motion. He snapped his fingers at the small future speaker on the desk, "Give us some music!"

The blue technology ball floated up, then spun, and the blue color on the shell gradually turned red as it spun, and the rhythmic Thunderbolt music filled the entire room.

Gaspar: "We have to come up with a name, for our future company, it has to be loud and refreshing."

Joe: "How about time travel? Or beyond, our ideas are not from this era, so...Beyond?"

Gaspar shook his head: "No, it sounds like a band, let's change the language?"

"for example?"

"For example... German." Gaspar licked his lips, "I haven't used it for a few years, let me think about it."

Some funny expressions appeared on Joe's face, "Your bastard father abandoned you, and you still want to use his language."

"It's none of his business."

"Come on, which one of your hobbies has nothing to do with him, if it weren't for him, you would watch football games on the TV every weekend?" Joe half-raised his hands and squeezed his index finger and thumb together, "Tell me why you are a Bayern Munich man fan."

Gaspar: "Because..."

"Ahahahah! Don't make excuses!" Joe waved his hand, "Why don't you just admit that you have a Daddy issue?"

"..." Gaspar rubbed his nose, refusing to continue the topic, "How about Spanne, it means spanning and transcending, how about we directly transliterate it into Spanne?"

Joe frowned in disgust: "It sounds like..."

[There is... at the door]

[Kang Dang! ]

The sound of the system rang in their ears, and the next second the office door was knocked open, and a dirty woman stumbled in with a wine bottle in her hand. "I~ It's so fun to have music!" She said vaguely.

"You..." Gaspar's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead, and he walked over to help the woman who was about to fall, "What are you doing here!"

The stench on the woman's body was overwhelming, the original color of the clothes had long since disappeared, and strands of hair were stuck to something.

"Don't talk to me like that..." The woman shook off Gaspar's hand, and then staggered a few times due to too much force, "I'm your mother, Gaspar...don't give me a Hug!" The woman who managed to stand still grinned, showing her yellow teeth.

"How much did you drink..." Gaspar's eyes showed sadness. He could handle all the performance requirements of the director, but facing this woman, his biological mother who only gave him 5 years of normal childhood, Gaspar There is no way. "What do you want this time?" he asked desperately.

The woman smiled: "I heard that my eldest son is now a big star in Hollywood, and his appearance fee is several million dollars..."

Well, it doesn't need to be said that they all know what this woman is here for.

[Why didn't you tell us earlier. 】Joe frowned so much that he could kill a fly, he blamed the system in his heart, 【You let me relax, I was always guarding against her before you appeared, just because I was afraid of this situation. 】

[I am going to remind you. 】The system justified, 【But the atmosphere of your discussion is too good, I can't bear to interrupt it. 】

[No matter how wonderful it is next time, remember to speak up, okay? 】

Gaspar pinched his temples hard and kept rubbing his fingers against his eye sockets, a way he enjoyed suppressing his tear ducts.

"No, I won't give you a penny, just give up," he said.

The woman screamed: "I'm your mother!"

Gaspar: "You remember that you are my mother, so why don't you come home!"

The woman dodged her eyes: "Don't talk about those useless things, give me the money, and I'll leave!"

"Give you money? So that you can buy wine and drugs?" Gaspar roared with red eyes, "Why don't you see what you are now, do you still know yourself!"

"It's not my fault!" The woman screamed again, pulling her hair with her hands: "I don't want to, I don't want to! But it's not my fault at all, I shouldn't be like this, I shouldn't be! I want to... "The sound of her screaming gradually disappeared, her eyes were empty, she raised the bottle and drank it, the alcohol dripped down the corner of her mouth and onto the ground.

Trembling, Gaspar reached into his pocket, took out a handful of bills and stuffed them to the woman, and finally couldn't help crying.

Just as the woman turned to leave, two men in police uniforms appeared at the door.

"Don't move!" One of them took out his baton and pointed it at the woman, "Raise your hands above your head and face the wall!"

Another came in and showed Gaspar and Joe their credentials.

"Hello, we received a report. Someone saw a suspicious person breaking in. It seems to be theft. Is there any loss?"