"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door in the room.

The middle-aged man responded: "Please come in!"

Cherno pushed open the door, walked into the room, and nodded to the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

The man held a cigar in his right hand, pointed his other hand at another sofa, and asked, "Is the talk finished?"

Cherno is a vice president-level executive at JP Morgan Bank, but he looks respectful in front of the man and dares not be rude at all.

Because the man in front of him is Henry and Morgan.

After sitting down, Cherno replied: "The loan part has been finalized, and Francis is negotiating a pledge contract."

After Henry spit out a mouthful of white mist, he said, "Francis thinks that young man is not a frivolous man, what do you think?"

Cherno nodded and said, "This is an unquestionable fact."

Henry glanced at Cherno with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "Are you so sure of this less than an hour of communication?"

Cherno shook his head gently and explained, "This conclusion has been made before this."

"We have detailed investigation information from Evan Warren, and I believe that even Mr. Earl Warren, if he doesn't ask for help, he doesn't know his son in detail."

Henry nodded when he heard this, no longer questioning Cherno's judgment.

"Send me a copy of the report."

Cherno had no way to refuse Henry's order.

"OK!"

...

On the same day, Port of Los Angeles.

Jack Parsons was waiting quietly at the port exit.

He came to pick up an old friend, who has disappeared for many years.

The waiting time is boring. In order to spend time, Parsons took out exquisitely made cards and appreciated them one by one, while trying to conceive new tactics in his mind.

"Buzz!"

With the loud noise made when the cruise ship arrived, Parsons put away the card, took out a hard-shelled paper with the name written on it for picking up people, stretched his neck to look at the crowd at the exit.

This cruise ship departs from the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, and most of the people who arrive on the shore are from the east, so it is very difficult for Parsons to find people.

In his eyes, the orientals all look the same.

About five minutes later, Parsons finally met the person he was going to meet.

The other party found him first.

The other party had two people, one man and one woman.

After a warm hug with an old friend, Parsons asked, “Hey, money, don’t you introduce this beautiful lady?”

The other party smiled shyly, scratched his head, and said, "Jack, this is my wife, you can call her jiang."

Parsons shook her hands happily, and then the three of them walked towards the parking lot.

On the way, Parsons asked, "Money, where is your next stop, is the East Coast?"

"Yes……"

"Is your hometown still fighting?"

"yes……"

"It's so regrettable... By the way, there's something I have to remind you."

"What's up?"

"The atmosphere in the United States has been a bit depressing recently..."

...

After Evan came out of the Roosevelt Hotel, he was a little confused for a moment and didn't know where to go.

He didn't want to go to Old Friesman to disturb Audrey and the others, and he didn't want to go to school.

It was a rare weekend, and he didn't want to go to Inglewood, which would put unnecessary pressure on Wells and Gillard.

So Evan found a cafe on Hollywood Street and sat down.

He ordered himself a cup of Jamaican coffee, sat by the window, sent Bob to buy the comics he liked to read, and stirred the coffee with a spoon while observing the passers-by outside the window.

There are men who are in a hurry, men and women who are smiling and flirting with their companions; there are women who are dressed brightly and beautifully but whose eyes are staring at the passing man.

The sound of passing cars whistling is the most annoying, but passers-by can curse at most.

Everything was natural, but Evan felt for no reason that he was just sitting in the coffee shop, but he was like being in the sky, his vision from top to bottom.

"Bang!"

The sound of a porcelain falling to the ground shattered interrupted Evan's random thoughts. He looked in the voice and saw two men arguing about something not far away.

Bob, who was sitting opposite Evan, put down the comics and looked around nervously.

A male waiter walked over to the quarreling two people and tried to dissuade them.

Evan sideways and overheards the content of the two quarrels with interest.

"Dalton, calm down, they just fired you, but they can't deprive you of the power to create. Listen, everything will pass. Here, America, Hollywood doesn't want your work, so what? The world is so big, where can't you go."

"I know, I understand, I understand, but... it's not fair!" The man named Dalton, with a messy hair and unkempt appearance, was excited when he spoke: "They want me to go to a hearing and be a betrayer, which is impossible."

"I know, Dalton, you are not like this." The man with his back stuffed a little money to Evan and sent the waiter away, then consciously lowered his tone and comforted his friends: "So, I admire you very much. Really, you are a good person."

"However, what are you going to do next?"

Dalton said with a gloomy expression: "I don't know, maybe I might leave this country."

The man asked, "Where to go? Europe, or South America?"

"I suggest going to South America. Europe is a bit messy now. South America has never experienced a war after all."

Dalton whispered, "I'll consider it..."

The man sighed and said, "Oh, I really didn't expect things to suddenly turn out like this, damn Hollywood Reporter!"

But Dalton cursed: "Damn politics!"

After a moment of silence, the man suddenly asked, "By the way, what are you going to do with the script you completed in your hand... Now no one in Hollywood dares to accept your works..."

Dalton said: "I don't know, I don't care if I can't sell it at most."

At this time, Evan, who was staring at the eavesdropping, muttered in a low voice: "Dalton... was fired..."

It must be him.

After sitting in the cafe for half an hour, Dalton and his friends stood up and prepared to leave. Meanwhile, at Evan's request, Bob followed him and left the seat.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Bob returned to Evan.

That night, Evan and Audrey had dinner in the high-end restaurant, because they forgot the time in the restaurant. When they were about to go to the cinema, it was already a little late and there was no good movie. So the two could only watch "Cat and Mouse" in the cinema for half an hour.

Of course, although "Cat and Mouse" is an animation, "Laughter" is excellent, and Audrey kept laughing after watching it.

...

Tuesday, October 20th.

Brentwood Heights, Los Angeles.

This is a villa area, through which Sunset Avenue passes, and many Hollywood staff live here.

This is how screenwriter Dalton was.

Dalton, who had lost his job, was unemployed at home and was busy in the garden with his wife. He used to hire people to do the work of weeding and pruning flowers and trees, but now he has no source of income, so he has to do it himself.

In terms of savings, Dalton is actually not short of money. He is one of the hottest screenwriters in Hollywood. His annual income could exceed $80,000 at his peak. But now all this has become a past tense, and Dalton must make plans for the future.

Who knows if he can stay in the United States?

He once said that if there is any case, he would leave the United States. These words are not something he said.

That hearing reminded Dalton that maybe America is not as good as it claims to be.

"Dear, just work, don't look worried."

When Dalton, holding the big scissors, was trampling on his mind, his wife shouted at him...

Dalton subconsciously apologized. At this moment, a car stopped in front of his house.

Dalton and his wife stopped their hands and stared at the car.

The wife guessed: "I hope it's not someone from the community."

"It shouldn't be."

"But even if we don't have to pay attention to them, we bought this place, we have the right to live here, and no one has the right to drive us away."
To be continued...