Chapter 114 Returning to Los Angeles

"In the end, your new company has not yet been established, and I can't invest hundreds of millions of dollars just by your mouth."

Amanda pondered for a while, then shook her head.

Yang Cheng was a little disappointed, and this showed the difference between having slept and not sleeping. Look at Georgina, she even cheated her father because of Yang Cheng's py.

"I'm going to release 15%-20% of the shares this time, and you don't have to take all of them. We are the first ones to find you just because we are friends." Yang Cheng chose the second best, anyway, his goal is to raise 1 billion More than US dollars, as long as enough money is collected, there is no fundamental difference between the shares being distributed to one person or three people.

With a "wow", Amanda suddenly stood up from the bathtub and staged a picture of a beautiful woman coming out of the bath.

Yang Cheng's pupils shrunk, don't worry, there is no attractive body, Amanda is actually wrapped in a towel to take a bath, you uncle!

"Hehe, disappointed?" Amanda covered her mouth and chuckled, and stretched out her hand to signal Yang Cheng to support her.

Yang Cheng didn't answer, took a step forward, grabbed the wet and tender hands covered with black nail polish, and led Amanda out of the bathtub heartily.

"Want to watch it? As long as you promise to marry, you can watch it as you like.?" Amanda was steaming, wrapped her arms around Yang Cheng's neck, stepped on the towel with her bare feet, and approached Yang Cheng seductively.

The women surnamed Hearst are indeed lunatics, thinking about it is always thinking about it, and whenever the two of them meet recently, they will always mention this, which makes Yang Cheng wonder when her charm became so powerful, even the heart-wrenching That's about it for Bei.

Yang Cheng hugged Amanda's slender waist and sighed, "Amanda, don't make trouble, I hope to be a partner with you more than a lover."

"Hmph, the Hearst Group belongs to you if you marry me!" Amanda snorted softly as she took the towel handed by Yang Cheng and wiped her hair.

As a result, Yang Cheng couldn't help shivering after hearing this, "Sister, I'm afraid your mother will kill me with a knife, which man who entered the Hearst family will have good consequences?"

"Well, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first, you think about the investment, and tell me later." Yang Cheng was afraid to stay for a minute longer, and was stripped naked by the crazy woman and thrown on the street, taking advantage of Amanda to kill someone His eyes didn't come over, and he fled in a hurry, not even getting his suit jacket in time.

Yang Cheng, who was covered in water stains, her coat was missing, and fled in embarrassment, looked like an adulterer who was caught and raped in bed and escaped in the chaos.

So I didn't have time to tidy up and hurried to the airport and boarded the flight to Los Angeles.

In the first-class cabin, Yang Cheng flipped through the magazines boredly, and said sadly, "mmp, when will I have my own private jet, it's too cheap to take a civilian flight every time I travel."

It's also bad luck. Whenever Yang Cheng needs to use a plane, the Yuanshan is sent out to carry out missions. This time, the Yuanshan flew to Europe with his mother. It is unrealistic to transfer back temporarily, so he can only be wronged It's first class.

It was still Yang Cheng and four bodyguards with a five-member travel team, and Su Su, who was released by Yang Cheng, was left in New York.

. . .

In California in August, the temperature is gradually rising. Although it is not as hot as the scorching sun, it is almost the same. However, Los Angeles is better than the mountains and the sea, and the air is refreshing and pleasant, which will not give people a hot feeling.

At 3:00 pm on the 16th, Yang Cheng, who came out of the airport, got into his Gust and was on the way to the Waldorf Astoria Beverly Hills when he received a call from David Ellison.

Through the car window, I watched the tourist buses carrying tourists from all over the world whizzing by, crossed my legs, and turned on my mobile phone for hands-free.

"Jason, are you here?" David Ellison seemed to be driving, and the whistling wind reached Yang Cheng's ears through the phone.

"Fuck, have you all installed spies by my side? Why do people know where I go?" Yang Cheng didn't deny it, and cursed angrily.

"Haha, I'm not that free. I turned off the phone when I called you, so I had to call your company. Your assistant, you are on the flight to Los Angeles." Even if it was a joke, David Ellison explained with difficulty. .

Yang Cheng suddenly realized,

Suspicion became more and more serious, shaking his head and laughing, "Okay, spare your life, can you find me if you need anything?"

"The main thing is to apologize to you for what happened last time. You know it involves my father after all." David Ellison said solemnly.

He was referring to the previous call to warn Yang Cheng for Elizabeth Holmes.

"Is this? I forgot, but you are not the character to apologize for this." Yang Cheng smiled and pointed out that David Ellison had other purposes.

"Eon, we are brothers. Of course we have to apologize for doing something wrong. How about this? I have a party at my Beverly Hills manor tonight, and many Hollywood actresses are invited to attend. Come too? I'll leave a good one for you. "David Ellison wailed aggrievedly.

"Party? Uh... well, is there a theme?" Yang Cheng hadn't attended a party for a long time, and some cells in her body were ready to move.

"Okay, I won't send you invitations, just come in when the time comes, and I will notify the housekeeper. It will start at 8 pm, and it will be an ordinary pool party. If you can't hold it, remember to shoot in advance." David Ellison Thieves Xi way.

Yang Cheng laughed and scolded, "Get out, you think I'm like you, so worthless, hang up, see you tonight."

"See you tonight."

. . .

Arriving at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel by car, it was not the butler who opened the door for Yang Cheng, but Mark Laches, the national treasure of country Z.

"Hey, Mark, what's wrong with you? Didn't sleep well?" Yang Cheng got out of the car, shook hands with Mark Laches, and asked knowingly, pointing to the thick dark circles under his eyes.

Nonsense, the Expendables 3 is almost lost to grandma's house, and the heart needs to be big to sleep well.

Mark Laches forced an ugly smile, "I've had insomnia for the past few days, it's okay, Jason, should I call you boss?"

Yang Cheng pretended to be puzzled, "What's the matter? I haven't completed the holding of Lionsgate yet."

"I know about Kurt. Who would have thought that he didn't sell all the shares back then, but hid them." Mark Laches said.

No wonder he was so anxious, he must have been flustered, afraid that he would break his original promise? Yang Cheng thought so.

"Hehe, let's go to the restaurant? Have a cup of afternoon tea, I didn't eat at noon." Yang Cheng turned around and saw people coming and going at the door, which was not the place to talk.

When the group came to the tea restaurant, Yang Cheng ordered some refreshments, and found a shady sofa to sit down on. Going to the window at this point simply felt that the sun was not harsh enough.

"Jason, regarding the box office of Expendables 3, I hope you will give me some more time." As soon as he was seated, Mark couldn't wait to say.

Yang Cheng looked very calm and calm. First, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, picked up a teacup from a top luxury brand in France, sniffed the tea, and sipped his mouth. The lychee-flavored black tea flowed warmly down his esophagus into his stomach, and let out a satisfied sigh. A groan.

The three-tier snack racks are neatly arranged with savory snacks, desserts, and crispy muffins with fresh cream and handmade raspberry jam, which are colorful and appetizing.

First, I picked up a piece of classic macaron, hesitated for a while and then put it back. I picked another piece of scallop mille-feuille and put it in my mouth with my eyes closed.

Chewing carefully, squeezed out every layer of flavor in the snack, and after swallowing, he looked at the tense and depressed Mark Laches and joked, "Mark, you are worried that I will take Lionsgate from you, Is it right?"