Chapter 266: Give him what he likes?
After saying thank you, Fang Hexuan took a martini from the tray brought by the waitress, walked straight out of the house and came to the swimming pool area of ​​the villa.

This party house is located halfway up the mountain in Beverly Hills. Looking down from above, you can still overlook the entire West Hollywood.

Looking at the brightly lit villas like terraced fields below, and gazing far into the distance at the night view of downtown West Hollywood below, I can't help but feel a sense of contempt as if I were looking down on the world from above.

Beverly Hills is indeed an excellent location for building luxury villas. The cool sea breeze blowing from the west coast can make people intoxicated forever.

Hearing about someone is believing. In just a blink of an eye, Fang Hexuan experienced the ultimate enjoyment of living here.

There is no doubt about it. If you don’t own ten or eight luxury houses in Beverly Hills, you will be letting down the money that is lying in the bank.

He was drinking strong cocktails here and looking at the beautiful and dazzling night view, but Harvey inside the house was a little dazed.

Not only was he stunned, the 20 hot girls who were ready to sell their bodies tonight were also a little confused.

Fang Hexuan ruined the entire party just because of his own selfishness, but Harvey Weinstein didn't even dare to think of getting angry.

At this time, he didn't even think about getting angry, but kept asking himself in his heart "What did I do wrong?"

In fact, it’s not Harvey’s fault. This is purely caused by the cultural differences between the East and the West.

In the United States, especially in international metropolises like New York and Los Angeles, people's ideas are much more open than in small towns where rednecks live.

The most typical example here is sexual openness.

To Harvey and other typical Hollywood Americans, parties are nothing and there is no psychological pressure.

It was not until his brother Bob Weinstein quietly reminded him that Harvey finally reacted.

"Harvey, I heard that Orientals are very conservative, especially super-rich people like Fang. They probably don't like women who can be sold at any time. I guess they prefer virgins."

Bob Weinstein was a hindsighter, but he reacted quickly and immediately guessed the deeper reason why Fang Hexuan was not grateful.

Harvey nodded in agreement, hugged his brother's shoulders and said regretfully:
"I should have thought of it earlier. Damn it, I overlooked such an important detail. I wasted $100,000!"

His younger brother Bob ignored his painful expression and poured cold water on him:

"Harvey, you can't get your money back once you spend it. What do you think of these 20 girls?"

When Bob asked his brother this question, his eyes roved back and forth among several young girls, and his greed was obvious to everyone passing by.

Harvey was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes. At this point, his younger brother not only did not think of a way to save the situation for him, but also only cared about his own enjoyment. If they were not born of the same mother, he really wanted to kick Bob a few times.

At this time, a photographer named Jarvis who was standing next to the two brothers spoke.

"Harvey, I have a suggestion that may help you."

Harvey and Bob turned their heads at the same time. Harvey's eyes lit up. He immediately pushed his brother aside, hugged Jarvis, and asked anxiously:
"What can I do quickly? If it really works, you can lead the imagery for the next three Miramax films."

Jarvis was delighted at first, then he restrained his expression a little, leaned close to Harvey's ear and whispered:
"I heard from a friend in the graphic photography circle that last month a girl took several photo shoots in his studio in order to join ELITE."

"My friend described her as having a devilish figure and an angelic face. She is 172cm tall and has a C cup."

"According to the girl herself, she is still a virgin."

After listening to this, Harvey frowned and thought for a moment, then asked in a low voice:

"Does your friend know where the girl is now?" Jarvis nodded affirmatively:

"Yes, that girl is currently working part-time at a luxury store in West Hollywood. I heard that she will be undergoing modeling training in Los Angeles throughout the summer."

This time, Harvey didn't think much, but continued to ask:

"Can money buy her?"

Jarvis smiled lewdly and said sarcastically:
"Which woman who wants to be in the modeling and entertainment circles doesn't have ambitions, regardless of age? Chastity is to them just like everyone else loses their innocence when they grow up and they don't feel any pain."

Harvey nodded in agreement. Based on his ten years of experience in Hollywood, he knew that what Jarvis said was not an exaggeration at all.

In this city, materialism is not only not despised, but is a concept that everyone recognizes.

Not having money is the biggest sin. In comparison, exchanging your body for opportunities and US dollars is simply too cost-effective.

Harvey patted Jarvis on the shoulder and asked:
"Can you get that girl's phone number?"

Jarvis smiled confidently:
"Haha, of course, the girl took the initiative to leave it to my friend so that she could be notified that the photos were ready."

"Luckily my friend is gay, otherwise he wouldn't have told me these things."

"Harvey, wait a moment, I'll call him and ask."

Harvey patted Jarvis' arm again, said thank you, and was about to let his brother take care of the finishing touches of the party, but he found that this guy was leaning forward, and it was obvious that he had been hiding behind him and eavesdropping.

He was so angry that he raised his leg and kicked Bob directly in the butt, leaving a gray footprint on his black trousers.

These actions of the brothers were seen by others, especially the hot girls, who had been standing in the hall drinking cocktails boredly, and no one told them what to do.

In the eyes of these nightingales, tonight was definitely the most boring party they had ever experienced.

Perhaps, the game of chase between two men may be the most interesting show of the night.

About five minutes later, Jarvis came out of a house with a piece of white paper in his hand.

He handed it to Harvey and said mysteriously:

"My friend just tried to contact the other party, and the girl happens to be free tonight."

Harvey panted, looked at the number on the white paper, nodded, turned around and dialed the number.

Fang Hexuan stood outside the swimming pool for half an hour, and the waitress was very considerate and brought him several servings of drinks.

I checked my watch and it was almost half past eight, and the traffic in downtown West Hollywood below had noticeably decreased.

Although he was not satisfied with Harvey's arrangement, he did not leave on the spot. Instead, he stayed at the party for half an hour, which was considered to give the other party face.

He walked back into the hall with two bodyguards, looked around, but didn't see Harvey.

Just as I was about to ask Bob Weinstein, Harvey happened to come out from the side door.

He ran a few steps angrily to Fang Hexuan and said with a flattering smile:
"Mr. Fang, I'm very sorry for the poor arrangements tonight, but please wait for another half an hour and I will introduce you to a beautiful woman who will definitely satisfy you."

(End of this chapter)