Donald Trump took the contract, glanced at it, removed the pen clipped to the contract, and began flipping through it page by page. It had to be said, the other party really came prepared—everything was ready.

Robert Bolton turned around to scold his underling: “Wayne!”

“How did you just speak to Mr. Brown? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Brown.”

Wayne pursed his lips, his expression full of disdain. He dared to chop people, so scaring someone was nothing to him. But since the boss had spoken, he obediently bowed and said, “Mr. Brown, sorry.”

Robert Bolton nodded: “That’s more like it. You’re teachable. Right now, we’re a film company discussing a contract, not negotiating with other gangs. What’s with the attitude!”

“In the future, when you see Mr. Brown, bow first, then greet him. Got it?”

“Got it, Brother Ben.” Wayne replied.

Donald Trump wasn’t in the mood to read the contract carefully. In the past, these contracts were handled by TVB agents, who didn’t have the authority to reject or amend them anyway. Now, he just skimmed the price and main terms, and since there were no major issues, he signed his name with the pen and handed the contract back to Robert Bolton.

“Mr. Bolton, if you invite me to make a movie again in the future, please don’t send Wayne.”

Robert Bolton took the contract, puzzled: “Why? Mr. Brown.”

He glanced at Wayne out of the corner of his eye.

Donald Trump shook his head: “He’s too handsome, I can’t get used to it.”

Robert Bolton nodded in understanding: “Don’t worry, Mr. Brown. If there’s anything in the future, contact me directly, or I’ll get in touch with Lawyer Clark.”

“Alright.” Donald Trump nodded.

“May I ask when your company’s film will start shooting? I need to adjust my schedule. Also, have the main roles and director been decided yet?”

Brother Frank was now considering things from a professional perspective.

No matter how great a script is, if the film doesn’t turn out well, it’ll still flop. After all, film is a visual art—if any part is a zero, the whole thing is a zero.

Robert Bolton considered for a moment: “I plan to invite Samuel Wood as the director. I have some actors in mind for the other roles, but if you have anyone to recommend, I can consider them too.”

“For the role of Howard Smith, I’d like to invite Brother Douglas to play it. What do you think?” Donald Trump asked tentatively. Douglas himself was the actor who played Howard Smith in “A Better Tomorrow,” so naturally he was suitable. However, Douglas was a screen superstar of the 1970s, once the flagbearer of Shaw Brothers kung fu films. His film “The Blood Brothers” was even adapted into “The Warlords” thirty years later.

On screen, the suave and handsome John Thompson was no less charming than Mr. Owen.

Donald Trump just instinctively felt that recently Brother Douglas had hit a bottleneck with kung fu films—they were no longer as popular, and his pay kept dropping. In contrast, the gangster genre of “A Better Tomorrow” hadn’t been done in Hong Kong yet, so there might be a market for it, and it could help with Brother Douglas’s career transition.

This was purely thinking of Douglas from a market perspective.

“Of course, that’s fine, but you’ll have to tell Mr. Douglas directly that the pay won’t be very high.” Ben Bolton smiled politely, his demeanor even quite easygoing.

But from Donald Trump’s perspective, no matter how he looked at it, there was a slyness about him.

“As for the shooting schedule, it’s tentatively set for a month from now. The script is already written, so I can start preparing things in advance. Filming shouldn’t take too long—just set aside three months in your schedule.” Forty thousand to book Donald Trump for three months was actually a bit much, but Robert Bolton had a good reason: “I just want to make a good film.”

Of course, Donald Trump didn’t need to be on set every day. Once his scenes were done, he could leave, and could take on other work at the same time.

Donald Trump nodded and asked, “Alright, may I ask where Global DreamWorks’ office is located?”

Robert Bolton picked up his teacup, turned his head and called to Lawyer Clark: “Clark! Did you hear that?”

“Go rent an office right away and send the address to Mr. Brown!”

“Got it, Brother Ben.” Lawyer Clark adjusted his glasses and smiled.

“Alright then, I’ll wait for your notice about the shoot. It’s getting late, I’ll head back now.” At this point, Donald Trump had a good sense of Mr. Bolton’s style when it came to making movies. He was already calm inside, glanced at his watch, and politely took his leave.

Robert Bolton quickly stood up and said, “Mr. Brown, let me see you out.”

The two of them, politely declining and insisting, walked out of the hotel together. After Donald Trump and Charles Grant got into a taxi, he turned to his men and questioned: “Wayne!”

“What did you do to Mr. Brown?”

“Nothing, just delivered a script.” Wayne replied very calmly. Robert Bolton’s pupils contracted, a strange light flashing in his eyes, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he pulled out a roll of Hong Kong dollars and stuffed it into Wayne’s shirt pocket, patting his chest: “Next time you deliver a script, be more polite. We’re legitimate businessmen, after all.”

……

“Brother Frank, why did you agree to do a film for forty thousand? That’s lowering your own value. If Boss Shao hears about it, it won’t look good, especially since he had his men deliver the script to you like that.” Charles Grant sat in the back seat of the taxi with Donald Trump, making a finger-gun gesture at him.