America 1919

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"Dear Donnie, after giving it some thought and considering our relationship, I've come to realize that the previous price was indeed unfair as a friend's price. So, I've decided to reduce the cost of each documentary from $150,000 to $130,000."

Upon meeting Donnie, William Fox seemed quite eager to speak.

Donnie turned to glance at Brad Dorn, who was hugging two women and holding a bottle of whisky, about to put on a performance for everyone, then turned back to William Fox with a smile that grew increasingly bright.

"Mr. Fox, I cannot accept this price, and besides, we don't necessarily need documentaries anymore!"

After saying this, Donnie pointed towards Brad Dorn and continued with a laugh, "Do you see him? He's my hero. Just now, he has helped me secure the first commercial radio license in the United States. Tomorrow, my people will head to New York, Philadelphia, Chicago, Los Angeles, and other cities to build our broadcasting stations.

In a week, millions of radio users in these cities will be listening to our programs."

"Do you think they'd still need to go to the cinema to watch documentaries after hearing every detail about the girls participating in the Miss America pageant?"

Dammit!

Hearing Donnie's inebriated words, William Fox cursed silently but still kept a smile on his face, saying, "Of course, they'll need it. It's precisely because they've heard about those girls that they'll be even more eager to see their true appearances. So I'm sure they will go to the movie theaters."

"So dear Donnie, you need the Miss America documentary just like... that gentleman needs a room right now!"

William Fox pointed towards Brad Dorn in the middle of the saloon who had already started unbuckling his belt.

"Dammit!" Donnie cursed loudly, shouting, "Dwight, aren't you supposed to take Mr. Dorn to find a room?"

Dwight, who was enjoying the spectacle, quickly came to Brad Dorn's aid as he began to pull down his trousers, escorting him toward the stairs, flanked by two scantily clad women.

Watching the commotion unfold before him, Donnie rubbed his temples. Couldn't these native Americans show some restraint?

"Mr. Fox, I agree with what you're saying, but your price is too high, I cannot accept it. I would rather give up the Miss America preliminaries documentary and look for a more reasonably priced film company than accept a documentary costing $130,000!"

Hearing Donnie actually considering giving up on the Miss America preliminaries documentary, William Fox became even more anxious, hastily grabbing Donnie who was attempting to leave.

"Dear Donnie, we at Fox Films are absolutely the most professional documentary production company in the entire United States. Trust me, even if you approach other companies, they won't be able to give you this price!"

"OK!" Donnie Block burped, resignedly saying, "Then I can only give up on filming the documentary!"

After finishing speaking, Donnie shook off William Fox's hand and then laughed loudly, "This time, I'm joining my party. Good Lord, don't Californians ever rest?"

Watching Donnie Block leave, William Fox stomped his foot in frustration, then immediately went to the phone by the saloon bar.

"Dammit! Listen up, as soon as Walker arrives in Los Angeles, call me immediately!"

At this moment, William Fox suddenly realized that the roles between him and Donnie had reversed.

In the past, he was in the position of power, able to wait for Donnie to make various offers for him to choose from.

But now the situation had turned around, and it was he who needed to make the offers to get Donnie's agreement.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

All because of a commercial radio station!

At the same time, William Fox deeply regretted not listening to Walker's suggestions earlier. Walker had warned him that Donnie was a very capable man, so why hadn't he heeded that advice?

Now, only Walker could help him!

Donnie didn't care what William Fox was thinking; with the commercial radio license, this was definitely something that could infinitely increase the influence and business prospects for him.

So tonight, Donnie drank too much!

When Donnie woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar bedroom.

The soft curtains, the exquisite vanity, and the large, neat bed all indicated that this was someone's home.

"You're awake, so hurry up and get dressed. Brad will be back soon!"

As Donnie rubbed his head, Elena came in and brought his clothes over.

Donnie, while putting on his clothes, asked somewhat confusedly, "How did I end up here?"

Elena replied calmly, "You were already drunk when you arrived last night, it was your driver who brought you here!"

Donnie asked, "So we...?"

Elena paused, turning to look at Donnie with a slight change in her expression.

"I see!" Donnie chuckled. Perhaps he had been a bit impulsive after seeing Brad Dorn's condition last night?

However, Donnie didn't feel any guilt about it; after all, it wasn't their first time.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I'm heading out!"