"How did it go, Dad? Is anyone willing to help us?" Matt asked tentatively.

"Fuck those bastards! They come wagging their tails as soon as they have something they want and call themselves my friends, but the moment they find out that our family is in trouble, they start running away! Those fucking fakes!" Phineas' face contorted with rage. He never thought that he, the head of the Laney family, would end up like this.

"Dad, everyone always says that misfortune shows you those who are not your real friends. Stop hanging out with them from now on. I'll make them regret their choice after we pull through." Matt swore solemnly.

"Matt, my contacts are useless now. You're the only one I can rely on." Phineas suddenly thought of someone. "Aren't you close with Edwin Hummer's daughter? Why don't you ring her up and see if she can lend us some money?"

"Oh, right! I nearly forgot! The daughter of the wealthiest man in Swinton should be able to spare us three billion dollars easily. I'll call he