Chapter 2053: Beverly Hills

"Dear Zhao, tonight in Hollywood, there's a cocktail party hosted by Marvel. I wonder if I could invite you to attend?"

Kevin Feige didn't hesitate about Zhao Fusheng's question and directly stated his purpose.

Cocktail party?

Zhao Fusheng frowned, somewhat surprised. What kind of cocktail party would make Marvel invite him?

He didn't think Kevin Feige would make such a decision without reason.

If he really wanted to invite him, he should have said so last night, not wait until this morning.

Obviously, either he had thought it over after returning yesterday, or it was a spur-of-the-moment decision that led to this call.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Kevin, I think I'll pass. I've never been interested in Hollywood affairs."

"Dear Zhao, as Marvel's largest shareholder, don't you want to meet our other shareholders? And people you know, like Downey and Scarlett, will also be there."

Kevin Feige said seriously to Zhao Fusheng.

Acquaintances?

Zhao Fusheng laughed.

He hadn't expected Kevin Feige to say that.

But then he remembered something and nodded: "Alright, I'll go. Send the invitation over."

"Okay."

Kevin Feige agreed.

Hanging up, a smile appeared on Zhao Fusheng's lips.

He was now curious to see what interesting news this cocktail party would bring.

Just then, Liu Yiming pushed the door open and entered, followed by someone.

"Why are you here?"

Seeing that person, Zhao Fusheng was full of surprise.

It was Tan Kaixuan!

Old Tan had said on the phone last time that he was in Hong Kong, but now he appeared in Los Angeles.

"Came here on business."

Tan Kaixuan hugged Zhao Fusheng: "You, running off to Hollywood to chase actresses? Careful, I'll tell your wife!"

"Hah!"

Zhao Fusheng ignored him, curling his lip: "You think I'm like you?"

"I don't like hearing that."

Tan Kaixuan rolled his eyes: "I'm a proper good man now. Familiar as we are, if you talk nonsense, I'll still sue you for defamation."

"Defamation my ass!" Zhao Fusheng said irritably: "You? I'd defame you? Don't think I don't know you've been up to no good in Hong Kong."

"Damn! I already paid the money."

Tan Kaixuan was startled, frowning.

Then he saw Zhao Fusheng's smug smile.

Damn!

Tan Kaixuan lost his composure, pointing at Zhao Fusheng: "You tricked me!"

"No shit!"

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "If I didn't trick you, would I have proof? Come on, I'm not the CIA, I don't have the ability to monitor your life."

Then he glanced at Tan Kaixuan and said flatly: "I won't say anything about casual flings, but don't you dare father a child out of wedlock. Don't blame me for not giving you face then. Your only heir should be Tong Xiaoya's child."

This was the truth.

He and Tan Kaixuan were no longer ordinary people, let alone their assets.

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao had a deep relationship, so he didn't need to worry about dividing property.

But Tan Kaixuan was a playboy, and Tong Xiaoya was too soft; the chance she could control him was less than one percent.

Zhao Fusheng was genuinely worried that Tan Kaixuan might produce an illegitimate child.

If it came to an inheritance lawsuit, that would be a joke.

"Got it, got it."

Tan Kaixuan waved his hand helplessly: "You're more nagging than my mom and dad."

Given their relationship, he knew Zhao Fusheng meant well.

"Hah, want me to have your sister talk to you?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Tan Kaixuan with a half-smile, his intentions unclear.

"Stop!"

Tan Kaixuan's expression changed instantly, his head shaking like a rattle-drum: "I was wrong, please let me off."

That younger sister of his was simply an ice-cold face, someone not to be provoked.

Zhao Fusheng laughed and didn't continue on the subject.

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Tan Kaixuan.

"To take care of some business."

Tan Kaixuan smiled at Zhao Fusheng and then eagerly asked about the island he had bought.

After hearing Zhao Fusheng's account, he even said he was very interested and might buy one himself to play with when he had time.

Zhao Fusheng naturally thought it was fine and even suggested he buy one near his own.

As the two were chatting, Liu Yiming walked in holding an invitation.

"Chairman, the invitation has arrived."

"Mm, put it down."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

"What invitation?"

Tan Kaixuan asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng then told him about Kevin Feige's invitation, and Tan Kaixuan picked up the invitation to look at it.

"Oh, it's a party at Beverly Hills. I want to go too." Tan Kaixuan laughed.

"Okay."

Zhao Fusheng naturally had no objection.

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As night fell, Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan arrived at Beverly Hills by car.

Beverly Hills is a city with elected mayors, police and fire departments, and is where Hollywood stars and Los Angeles wealthy live; arriving here feels like entering a paradise on earth.

It is known as the most prestigious residential area in the world, the most famous city within a city in Los Angeles, attracting countless tourists from around the globe each year who curiously explore its streets and alleys.

It is surrounded by several cities in Los Angeles, bordered to the northeast by West Hollywood via Doheny Drive, and West Hollywood's famous Sunset Strip also includes Beverly Hills' Sunset Boulevard.

Wilshire Boulevard, Santa Monica Boulevard, and Sunset Boulevard form the main arteries of Beverly Hills.

Among them, Beverly Drive and Rodeo Drive are the shopping districts. Coldwater Canyon Avenue is the main road from Beverly Hills to the San Fernando Valley.

Most residents live in the relatively flat area south of Sunset Boulevard in Beverly Hills. But homes north of Sunset Boulevard are much more expensive than those in other areas, and the most expensive homes in Beverly Hills are located on the hills.

Except for the Beverly Hills Hotel and the Beverly Hilton, all commercial facilities and government offices are located south of Santa Monica Boulevard.

"I have a house here too."

Tan Kaixuan suddenly remembered something and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Do you want it? I'll give it to you, as a gift for your son."

"Get lost!"

Zhao Fusheng said to him without any politeness.

Such a place is not good for a child's life.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, a place like Beverly Hills is too luxurious.

Because Beverly Hills gathers countless people, superstars from around the world buy properties here, including Hollywood movie stars, music stars, basketball stars, as well as famous artists from the Chinese world and tycoons from all over the globe. Superstars and wealthy people gather in Beverly Hills, flaunting their wealth and status, expanding their fame, and more wealth flows continuously into their wallets, forming an upward spiral of wealth that lifts the owners higher and higher, making their radiance even more dazzling.

Those who live under the spotlight, their lifestyles and spending habits lead global fashion trends; they stand at the pinnacle of luxury, showing people a colorful dream.

Michael Jackson, Madonna, Britney Spears, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, Shaquille O'Neal, Chloë Grace Moretz, the owner of Playboy magazine, Emma Roberts, and many other celebrities own or have owned mansions here, their homes appearing and disappearing among the trees, both luxurious and mysterious.

Such a place has too much gossip; having a residence here for a child.

Ha, Zhao Fusheng didn't think it was a good thing.

"Look at you, your son won't grow up for another ten years. You can come here for vacations when you're free." Tan Kaixuan said with a grin.

Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to retort.

This guy's womanizing was already ingrained in his bones, beyond cure.

In other words, Zhao Fusheng even felt that for a guy like Tan Kaixuan, womanizing was just a habit of his, without any emotion attached.

"Less nonsense, let's go."

Seeing they had arrived, Zhao Fusheng glared at Tan Kaixuan and said impatiently, "I have something serious to discuss with you later."

"Okay."

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Tan Kaixuan dropped his joking manner and nodded seriously.

He knew very well that when Zhao Fusheng said serious business, it was definitely serious.