American History 1988
Chapter 332 - 322: Making Consecutive Appearances

Chapter 332: Chapter 322: Making Consecutive Appearances

David Geffen didn’t go back on his word, indeed, he threw a grand party in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

Having been immersed in the entertainment industry for many years, he had become one of the giants within it.

So that evening, many big names showed up at the party, like Tom Hanks, Brad Pitt, Madonna, Tom Bruce, and his wife Nicole Kidman...

Well, so many people came that Dean couldn’t even remember their faces.

He only remembered that he drank quite a bit, and then one Hollywood star after another came over to chat with him.

There was no helping it, Dean was now a bona fide diamond bachelor.

He was very young, and one of the wealthiest few in America.

Unlike those tycoons past their fifties on the list, he wasn’t even twenty-five yet, younger than the well-known Gates.

Of course, another important reason was that everyone had heard about Spielberg making over thirty million US dollars from the company they co-founded.

God! Even the biggest stars in Hollywood couldn’t command such a payment for a film!

And it was said that Spielberg’s initial investment was only several hundred thousand dollars, plus a little over a week’s worth of location shooting.

They had already investigated, it couldn’t even be called location shooting.

It was just a few people filming some scenes in an abandoned prison, with no post-production or editing.

The cost of the entire filming process was virtually zero, the team helped out as a favor, and then it made a killing.

All of this overturned Hollywood’s understanding, their hard experiences for a single movie seemed like a joke in front of it.

Of course, things weren’t that simple, everyone knew, the key factor was Dean from Silicon Valley.

He could easily make a business very profitable, and this collaboration with Spielberg was the best proof.

Oh right, and that newbie who had just made a splash—Jennifer Aniston.

She also got a piece of the cake, almost ten million US dollars, already in the range of a first-line superstar.

All these were proof that Hollywood could indeed get a slice of the venture capital pie.

And the key to it all lay with the person you work with.

So Dean naturally became the target for many stars to strike up a conversation, as they indeed had some spare cash.

Those not very good at managing their finances often ended up bankrupt after extravagant spending.

They wanted their money to generate more money too, to enjoy the true lifestyle of the wealthy.

Then came the stimulating scene of the evening, Demi Moore and Jennifer fighting over who could help Dean.

Dean, experiencing this kind of service for the first time, just couldn’t handle it.

He had one hand stroking Jennifer’s blonde hair and the other gently tugging at Demi Moore’s black hair.

And that wasn’t everything, a somewhat intoxicated Dean only remembered the faces beneath him changing several times.

They were all famous Hollywood actors, Dean had seen them on TV more than once.

Honestly, he was a bit enamored with this lifestyle now.

It brought him a different kind of excitement.

As a result, after being busy all night, he unusually slept until noon the next day.

Shifting the fair, delicate thigh resting on his belly, and pushing away the pair of headlights smushed against his face.

Dean half-squinted and opened his eyes, the entire room was a mess.

The floor was strewn with clothes, while several pale figures lay on the bed.

In the light of the sun, they were startlingly enticing, so Dean quickly responded.

It was at that moment a fair hand reached out.

Dean looked up to see, it was Demi Moore.

Dean, now satisfied, put on his pajamas and snuck out of the room.

On the lawn outside the mansion, he saw Spielberg and others drinking coffee there.

"I was betting with Jeffrey who would be the first to come out of your room,"

Spielberg said with a smile, pointing to the empty chair next to him where breakfast and coffee were already prepared.

"Jeffrey Katzenberg."

He had just sat down when the man who resembled David Geffen extended his hand.

"Dean Price," he shook hands with the man, then stuffed a cookie into his mouth.

After a night of physical activity, he urgently needed to replenish his energy.

"So, who won?" Dean asked, lifting his head as he took a break from his coffee.

"No one~" Spielberg shrugged with a smile.

"Huh?" Dean looked puzzled.

"Because we all thought you’d be the last one to come out," David Geffen laughed without any reservation.

"You guys know nothing about my limits." A few sips of coffee later, Dean was back in high spirits.

"Yeah," Spielberg nodded in admiration, "You’re the first guy I’ve seen who could knock out all the women."

"Mr. Price..."

"Call me Dean~" Dean waved his hand away.

"OK, Dean, if you need anything in the future, call me anytime." David Geffen volunteered to take this on.

"That’ll depend on the timing," Dean laughed and continued to taste the pastries on the plate.

"By the way, what was this business you mentioned yesterday? If not for that, I might not have attended the party last night."

Spielberg and the rest unanimously turned their gaze to Jeffrey Katzenberg.

"We plan to set up a new Hollywood studio, mainly to produce animated films.

It needs Silicon Valley’s high-tech equipment for special effects, something along the lines of Jobs’s Pixar."