Raising Investment Is Actually Very Simple

Ten million dollars…

This was no small sum, even by 2024 standards.

Of course, for some people, it wasn't even a significant milestone.

But for Lin Yuan at this moment, this amount was an astronomical figure, utterly out of reach and capable of crushing all his dreams.

"So, if we don't have this money, we have to give up?" Lin Yuan asked.

"Don't worry, we'll find a way to help you with this money."

As Director Cohen spoke, he handed Lin Yuan a bank card.

"You guys?" Lin Yuan asked, a little confused.

"There's 5 million dollars on this card. 3 million is my savings, and the remaining 2 million was scraped together by Van and Paul after they heard about the situation."

"This is the first installment to inject into the crew. Once the bank loan is approved, I'll cover the remaining 5 million for you."

Hearing Director Cohen's words, Lin Yuan felt the weight of their kindness, almost too much to bear.

How could he possibly deserve such strong support from them?

Van Diesel, though not a blood uncle, was his father's best friend. Entrusted by his dying father, it was understandable that he would help him.

But Paul Walker?

Lin Yuan had only exchanged a few words with him after his life-risking stunt in The Fast and the Furious. Why was he willing to chip in money to help him?

In any country, at any time, if someone is willing to lend you a large sum of money, they are undoubtedly your truest friend.

Not to mention Director Cohen, who had been incredibly stressed trying to help him lately.

Seeing that Lin Yuan hadn't taken the bank card, Director Cohen assumed he still had reservations and tried to reassure him:

"Don't worry about not being able to repay it if we lose money. This is our investment, not a loan. If we really lose, you won't have to pay it back."

Looking at the bank card offered by Director Cohen, Lin Yuan felt like he had sand in his eyes.

Although he hadn't incurred a monetary debt to them today, he had willingly taken on a debt of gratitude.

And a debt of gratitude couldn't be repaid with money; it could only be repaid with a lifetime of friendship.

However, Lin Yuan still pushed the bank card back, gesturing for Director Cohen to listen to his explanation.

"Director, I am sincerely grateful for your help. But this is my responsibility, and I can't risk all your savings because of myself."

"Lin..."

"Director, please let me finish. Not accepting your money doesn't mean I'm giving up. In fact, I anticipated the need for additional investment and have already found a solution."

"Tell me how you plan to solve it. If it's not reliable, you must accept our good intentions," Director Cohen insisted.

"I have a meeting with Mr. Eisen tonight. You know him, right? He will solve my funding problems."

"Eisen Miller? That old guy is very wealthy, but he's not easy to deal with, especially in recent years. Do you have the confidence to persuade him to invest?" Director Cohen asked.

"The fact that he agreed to meet me means I've already succeeded by more than half. Director, do you trust me? Just wait for my good news."

"Alright then, I'll be going. Please let me know the good news as soon as possible."

"Director, take care!"

"Goodbye, Lin. And to you, Miss Liu, you are the most beautiful Eastern girl I have ever seen."

Director Cohen left the coffee shop after saying his goodbyes.

Lin Yuan remained seated, waiting for Mr. Eisen to arrive.

Mr. Eisen was 63 years old. He started his career running a pastry shop in his youth and was now a renowned Hollywood investor.

He owned an investment company with over ten billion dollars in capital, specializing in the film industry chain, covering film production and related upstream and downstream sectors.

Over the past thirty years, his support had been instrumental in many successful blockbuster films, including Star Wars, Planet of the Apes, Terminator, and True Lies...

However, in recent years, he had abruptly stopped investing in specific film projects.

No film had managed to catch his eye; even when the great director Cameron was filming Titanic, he couldn't successfully persuade him to invest.

Therefore, the entire Hollywood film industry had given up on him.

But tonight, Lin Yuan had managed to secure a meeting with him. But how could he convince him?

It couldn't be just because he was handsome, could it?

A moment later, a well-dressed elderly man walked in and sat down in front of Lin Yuan.

This elderly man was Mr. Eisen.

Mr. Eisen looked like an old-fashioned gentleman straight out of a movie. His greying hair was meticulously combed back, his sophisticated clothes were clearly custom-made and fit perfectly, and his wrinkled face held a stern expression, exuding an aura of natural authority.

After sitting down, he neither greeted nor introduced himself. He simply stared coldly at Lin Yuan without saying a word.

His gaze moved up and down, scrutinizing Lin Yuan from head to toe, like a wolf that had locked onto its prey, emanating a chilling coldness.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Liu Yifei, sitting beside them, couldn't help but feel worried.

What was with this dismissive attitude?

Could he have some ill intentions towards Lin Yuan?

It was already difficult enough for a Chinese actor to make it in Hollywood, and if such a powerful figure targeted him, he would truly have no way forward.

But Lin Yuan didn't seem to care at all; he met the other's gaze directly in response.

However, Lin Yuan's gaze was clear, devoid of any aggression.

They looked at each other for a long time, but neither spoke.

At this moment, Mr. Eisen stood up from his chair, seemingly preparing to turn and leave.

Just as Liu Yifei thought the meeting was over for the night, Mr. Eisen spoke.

"How much are you short?"

"15 million US dollars."

Without another word, he took out his checkbook, quickly wrote a check, and handed it to Lin Yuan.

Then he turned and walked out the door.

Even now, Liu Yifei was completely bewildered.

"It's settled just like that?"

"Yeah, didn't you see?"

"No, this is 15 million US dollars, and you just got it like this?" Liu Yifei suddenly felt the world was absurd.

"Because I know witchcraft, I put a curse on him. His brain is controlled by me," Lin Yuan replied with a smile.

"Do you think I'm stupid! If you had such a supernatural ability, why would you be an action star? Why not go conquer the world!" Celestial Fairy rolled her eyes.

"Do you want to know the real reason?"

"Yes!"

"Promise me one thing, and I'll tell you!"

"It can't violate the law or morality," Celestial Fairy cautiously set up a firewall.

"Deal! My request is that you wear white stockings the next time we meet."

"Ugh~ You men are really... Just tell me how you managed to handle Mr. Eisen."

A hint of blush flashed across Liu Yifei's face, but her curiosity still dominated everything.

"Because I gave him what an old man needs most – youth!"

As Lin Yuan spoke the answer, Liu Yifei's gaze became even more suspicious!