Going with the times may offer a chance to stand at the very top and enjoy the view.

Standing high up, the money and beautiful women you desire...

But thinking of the mess left behind by Young Anderson, he couldn't help but get a headache.

Ronald walked into the office building with a newspaper tucked under his arm. It was rush hour, and there were many people coming and going. Quite a few eyes glanced his way.

Some people’s discussions could even be heard.

“Old Anderson built up the company over ten years, and in just over a year his son ruined it.”

“Do you think Old Anderson would be so angry he’d crawl out of his grave?”

“Look at how down and out he looks. Who knows when he’ll jump off the building.”

“Young Anderson is such a failure as a person.”

Ronald acted as if he hadn’t heard anything and went up to the second floor, to Sahara Entertainment. The only four remaining employees were already there.

The company wasn’t big. Including his office, it looked to be just a few dozen square meters. Originally, there had been nearly twenty people, but most had resigned. The last four employees were all trusted aides of Old Anderson.

Among the four, a brown-haired woman in her forties came over, asking with concern, “Ronald?”

“I’m fine, Mary.” Ronald shook his head.

She had previously been Old Anderson’s assistant, later serving as the company’s chief financial officer, and was extremely capable.

As soon as Ronald entered his office, a middle-aged man around forty followed him in.

“Mr. Anderson.” He placed a document on the desk: “This is my resignation letter.”

Taking the resignation letter, Ronald glanced at it briefly and said, “Jamie, the company hasn’t gone bankrupt yet.”

He was a talented person, and Ronald wanted to try to keep him.

But Jamie didn’t hesitate at all: “I’m very sorry, but I have a mortgage and a car loan, and two kids. I can’t take the risk.”

You can’t force someone to stay, so Ronald nodded lightly. “Have you already found a new job?”

“Yeah.” Jamie replied.

Ronald picked up a pen, signed the resignation letter, and pressed the intercom, asking Mary to handle the departure procedures for Jamie.

As soon as Jamie left the office, Ronald vaguely heard arguing outside.

It was Mary questioning Jamie.

Ronald knew very well that morale in the company had collapsed. Without some countermeasures, it wouldn’t be long before the remaining people all resigned.

How could he get out of this predicament as soon as possible?

There was a knock at the door. Ronald responded, and Mary pushed the door open and came in.

“Miss Judith from the bank is here.”

The previous boss had always avoided the bank, but Ronald knew that wasn’t a solution. He said, “Let her in.”

A tall, blonde woman followed Mary into the office.

“Hello, Miss Judith.”

“Hello, Mr. Anderson.” Judith placed a collection notice in front of Ronald, caught a whiff of unpleasant alcohol, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes. She said directly, “Your company’s one-million-dollar mortgage loan at our bank is due in three months, and your personal one-million-dollar property mortgage loan is due in six months.”

Ronald glanced at the collection notice and said, “I understand.”

Judith reminded him, “I hope you can repay on time.”

The blonde woman said nothing more and took her leave.

Ronald put away the collection notice. The bank rarely came in person to collect debts; the situation at Sahara Entertainment must have the bank worried too.

Sahara Entertainment’s million-dollar loan was an old debt, secured by the copyrights of films produced before 1997; Ronald Anderson’s collateral was the North Hollywood apartment he inherited from Old Anderson.

Unless absolutely necessary, the bank didn’t want to take enforcement action either.

He had once wanted to make something of himself, but now, facing a massive two-million-dollar debt, Ronald felt a headache and subconsciously thought about running away.

Taking a deep breath, Ronald dismissed that unreliable idea. It wasn’t time to give up yet.

If you want to use your own advantages to achieve something, even as a reborn person, it won’t just fall into your lap.

He looked at the middle-aged woman. “Mary, how much money does the company still have?”

Since all the finance staff had resigned, Mary had been handling that work as well. She immediately replied, “$25,000.”

Ronald himself still had $5,000 for living expenses. What could $30,000 do? Earn $2 million in half a year? What a joke.

That amount wasn’t even enough to pay salaries and daily expenses.

Utilities, office rent, internet and communications—all needed money.

At most, if salaries weren’t paid for two months, even the most loyal Mary wouldn’t be able to hold on. Almost everyone in America lives on credit.

Mary reminded him, “The video and TV rights for ‘Desperate Survival’ are still with us. If we sell them to Blockbuster, we can hold out for a while.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Ronald waved his hand. Mary wanted to say something but stopped, then turned and left the office.

A film that flopped at the box office couldn’t fetch much for its later rights.

After thinking for a while and coming up with nothing, aside from that copy of the Los Angeles Times, Ronald had Mary buy a pile of recent newspapers and magazines and started reading them carefully.

Having just arrived here, he was desperate for information.

If you start acting without understanding the social situation, you’ll definitely end up battered and bruised.

While reading, he also took out a pen and notebook, jotting down useful information.

After reading all morning, Ronald had filled two large pages, and circled the most important points.

Last weekend, “Titanic,” directed by James Cameron, surpassed $200 million at the North American box office.