hollywood entertainment mogul

"Duka, are you planning to invest in movies?"

In the hall where people were coming and going, Sharon Stone held his arm and asked while walking.

"Yes, I have this plan. If I can find a suitable project, maybe I will."

What Duca said is not a lie. If you really encounter a big-selling movie project, such as Quentin's "Pulp Fiction", it is said that the total investment of this movie is less than 8 million US dollars, and the global box office exceeds 200 million US dollars.

This movie not only made Quentin Tarantino a famous director in Hollywood, but also made the producer Miramax the leader of independent film labels, and also allowed Harvey Weinstein to gain a foothold in the production field.

, transformed from a movie distributor to a famous producer.

It can be said that this movie was a turning point in the careers of Harvey and Quentin.

If he could come across such a movie, he could borrow millions from Morgan Bank for investment.

"Duka, how much do you know about the workings of the film industry?"

Sharon Stone asked.

"I've heard a little bit about it, but don't know much about it. What do you think of the idea of ​​investing in movies?"

Duka asked casually.

"I don't think this is a good idea. Ever since movies became a profitable industry, there have been many outsiders waving their money to invest in movies, and in the end almost all of them ended up losing money. The only ones who can really make money in Hollywood are the former ones.

Eight major film companies, now seven major film companies.

These seven companies control the channels for film production, promotion and distribution. They only need to budget a little more for publicity expenses, and the investment in a film will be multiplied several times, and all publicity expenses will be absorbed internally by their companies.

Unless there are media tycoons like Redstone and Murdoch, it will be difficult for other billionaires to become real players in Hollywood."

"oh?"

Duca was a little surprised. What surprised him was not what Sharon Stone said, but that she would remind her aloud that this woman did not look like a good family woman.

"Am I wrong?"

Sharon Stone wondered.

"No, I'm just surprised you would say this to me."

Sharon Stone smiled slightly and moved a little closer to him,

"If I say this, do you like me more?"

"Yes, a lot of good feelings."

Duka smiled. Although he could not completely understand a woman's thoughts, he would not refuse a woman's advances, especially a beautiful woman.

"So do you still want to invest in movies?"

Sharon Stone asked, holding his arm.

"Yes, but after listening to your suggestion, I will be more cautious and hope that my money will not be swallowed up by Hollywood too soon."

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In the sitting area opposite, there are a lot of food, red wine, snacks, chocolates, salads, etc. on the table. They are exquisitely made and luxurious like works of art, making people very appetizing.

Andrew Getty was holding a plate and eating fruit snacks without caring about his own image, and the people around him were not surprised by his behavior.

"Hey, Duca, help yourself!"

Andrew said while eating snacks.

"You asked me to come over for snacks?"

Duka picked up the dinner plate and ate a piece of triangular pastry. It was fragrant, sweet, crispy and soft, with a rich smell of red wine. It felt good.

"Let's talk to you."

Andrew Getty was holding the plate, glanced at the sexy and tall Sharon Stone and smiled,

"I thought you were a serious person before and didn't want to talk to you more, but after seeing you and Miss Stone together, I immediately changed my view of you, so we should have more topics in common."

"Why do you say that?"

Duka said doubtfully.

"Hmph, how many decent men are there who date celebrities?"

Andrew raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly.

Duka laughed, held Sharon Stone's waist,

"Is this guy right?"

"It seems that there is nothing wrong. You are indeed not a complete gentleman."

Sharon Stone leaned against him and smiled.

"Since you all say so, then I won't quibble."

Duca shrugged his shoulders and stayed to eat a few snacks with Andrew and learn from him how to be a heartless rich second generation.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

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At around eight o'clock in the evening, the cocktail party ended and several people left the hotel together.

Andrew suggested going to the bar, but Duca refused. He was in the bar every day and had little interest in that place. Andrew asked him if he wanted to date Stone, but Duca ignored him.

"Wow~, Duca, is this your car? It's hard to imagine that a boring guy like you can drive such a cool car."

At the door of the hotel, Andrew looked at the silver bullet and asked in surprise.

"Thank you, your car is cool too!"

Andrew's car is a Ferrari F456. It is red in color, with a short body and a bullet-shaped shape, like a racing car. It is a limited edition sports car priced at US$240,000.

"Duka, people who drive this kind of car must have good skills so as not to insult her. How are your skills?"

Andrew raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I definitely deserve her."

Dukara opened the door and pulled Stone into the car.

"Whether we deserve it or not, it's hard to say. Duka, how about we compete? If you lose, give me the car, and if I lose, I will give you the car. Do you dare?"

Andrew was provocative.

Duca smiled and asked Sharon Stone, who got into the co-pilot,

"Would you like to play?"

"I follow you!"

Sharon Stone smiled slightly, leaned on the seat, and tightened the seat belt around her chest.

"Then let's have a round! Andrew, I don't want your car. If you lose, how about buying me a drink."

Duca said with his hands on the steering wheel.

"Did you lose?"

"I won't lose. If I lose, I'll give you the car."

"Okay, let's start from here. Whoever gets to the Venice Beach Pier first wins."

"no problem!"

Venice Beach Pier is in the Santa Monica area, a famous tourist attraction, more than 30 kilometers away from here.

When Andrew got into the car, two sports cars were parked side by side by the fountain in front of the hotel, their lights flashing and their engines roaring.

"Ready! Start!"

The hotel valet waved his arm vigorously.

Boom~

Duca's silver bullet was instantly activated, rushed out of the barrel, and rushed to the street in the blink of an eye, turning into a silver stream of light in the night.

"Fuck, is it so hard?"

Andrew's Ferrari also started, but his hand speed was too slow and the car picked up speed very slowly. His Ferrari did not cross the starting line until the silver bullet reached a hundred meters away.

But he is not worried. Among sports cars, Ferrari is the fastest, and the F456 can reach a top speed of 320.

Rolls-Royce sports cars are gorgeous and noble in appearance, but their speed performance is mediocre.

The maximum speed of the Silver Bullet is 260km/h. Above this speed, the engine is overloaded and the car cannot last long.

This is also the reason why he dared to make a bet with Duca.

Seeing that Duca's car was almost disappearing, Andrew accelerated instantly and turned on the racing mode. Boom boom~ the car was speeding down the street.

The strong pushing feeling on his back made him roar several times in excitement.

I just drove wildly for three minutes, but I didn't see the silver bullet taillights of the car.

Instead, two police cars caught up behind him, their red warning lights flashing.

"Damn it!"

Andrew continued to speed up. If he was entangled by a police car, he would definitely lose the race miserably.

Boom boom~

It took him less than 8 minutes to get from Beverly Hills to Santa Monica Boulevard, but he still didn't see the silver bullet. The number of police cars behind him increased from two to four, hot pursuit of him.

Andrew ignored it, continued to speed up, and rushed to the Venice Beach Pier in another 3 minutes and 22 seconds.

There were not many people on the pier at night, only tourists walking back in twos and threes.

Andrew took a look and didn't see the silver bullet.

"Did I win?"

Andrew touched his chin.

"Hey~ is this Mr. Getty? A gentleman asked me to give this to you."

A young man stood up from the beach and handed over an oval-shaped object.

Andrew took it and looked at it. It was a turtle shell specimen.

"Fuck!"

This is mocking him for being as slow as a turtle.

"When did he arrive?"

Andrew asked angrily.

Diwu~diwu~

At this time, several police cars stopped in the driveway, and four policemen rushed over with guns drawn and shouted,

"Hands up!"

The young man was startled.

"Don't worry, tell me when will that guy arrive?"

Andrew asked, raising his hands.

"8:37!"

The young man said something and quickly fled the scene.

Andrew looked at his watch, it was 8:43, which meant that the guy was ahead of him by at least 3 minutes.

"Put your hands up and get down on the ground!"

the police shouted, guns drawn.

"Okay, okay, no problem. I am Andrew Getty, a member of the Getty family. I have the right to remain silent. You don't need to ask me anything. My lawyer will be here soon."

Andrew lay deftly on the beach.

"Damn it, it's that bastard again!"

The policemen cursed a few words secretly, mentioned this guy and put him into the police car.

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"Wow~, it's so exciting, we almost got caught."

Watching the police car behind her go away, Sharon Stone took a few deep breaths and slumped in her seat.

"You should trust my speed."

Duka said while holding a lollipop in his mouth.

"Yes, you are an incredible man."

Sharon Stone bit her red lips and looked at him, her hair a little messy.

Duka smiled and started the car.

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