Chapter 592: Warner True Emperor

"Hey, heard the news? Spike is coming to the party too."

"Really? Where did you get that info? Is the source reliable?"

"Why would I lie to you? My agent said so. Apparently, Leslie personally invited him over."

"..."

November 7, New York.

With the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show about to begin, the supermodels arriving in New York one after another started exchanging information about which big shots and celebrities were attending this year's show.

For the modeling industry, so-called temperament, figure, and looks—being able to stand on this stage already means surpassing over 95% of female models worldwide, which is why they are called supermodels.

Even someone as formidable as Gisele Bündchen saw her career and global fame skyrocket after hooking up with Leonardo, directly ascending to become the world's number one supermodel. To say no one was envious would be a lie.

After Bündchen, everyone wanted to become Bündchen.

Those male stars with high commercial value and popularity were undoubtedly the top choice.

Prying Gisele Bündchen away from her partner wasn't entirely impossible; after all, Leonardo himself was a philanderer. Even with an official girlfriend, he still flirted with others, leading to frequent breakup news between the two. But being a mistress still carried a bad reputation.

They were Victoria's Secret Angels; they had to protect the brand image and had signed contracts.

Suddenly, Zhou Yi appeared, naturally sparking huge discussion.

"Alexandra, I remember you have a good friend who knows Spike, right? You mentioned it before?"

"Indeed, but unfortunately, I've already broken ties with her. If you want to know Spike's news and preferences from me, I'm powerless to help."

In the hotel room, a woman with long Jin Se hair being roughly tousled sat with her legs crossed after a shower, caring for her hair roots. She saw right through the intentions of the supermodel sister who had come to chat with her.

Alexandra Ambrosio, a top Brazilian supermodel who, due to being born in Brazil, had always lived in the shadow of Gisele Bündchen.

"Didn't you ask her?"

"Darling, I don't even know if Spike will really appear on this year's Victoria's Secret Fashion Show guest list." The Jin Se hotshot shrugged: "Before this, Victoria's Secret had never invited a celebrity with such controversy, and one who is Chinese at that."

"True..."

The good sister, unsure whether to believe or not, continued pulling Alexandra into gossip to kill time. However, while she had the mind to chat, it was clear Alexandra had no mood to accompany her—

"Huang Huang Yali, someone from the company is looking for me. I still have work to handle tonight."

"OK, OK, I understand."

After confirming her sister had left, Alexandra finally took off her bathrobe, sprayed on perfume, and changed into a deep blue, deep-V fish-scale long dress. She pinned her Jin Se hair up at the back, styled it, applied light makeup, and then left the room with her clutch.

"Son of a bitch!"

The good sister, who hadn't actually left, saw this scene and couldn't help but lean against the wall, cursing bitterly in a low voice.

Damn, dressing up like this late at night and telling me you're handling work with company people?

You even specifically applied the type of light makeup Spike likes. Do you think I don't have channels to know what type he likes?!

Regardless of whether she was actually going to see Zhou Yi, she was treating it as such for now; otherwise, why sneak around so furtively and hide it from everyone?

"Bitch! Bitch!! Bitch!!!"

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again?"

New York, inside a certain private luxury club.

Zhou Yi, with women on both arms, enjoyed their feeding, ignoring the teasing remarks from the party organizer, young Edgar Bronfman.

"To be fair, Spike, your proficiency is beyond my imagination. I thought all Chinese people were disciplined like Bruce Lee or Jet Li."

"They are kung fu superstars; they need a certain image. Do I have any image I need to maintain in this regard?"

Zhou Yi's completely unconcerned attitude made young Edgar nod and give him a thumbs up: "In this regard, you are more straightforward than the few Japanese I know. When I first contacted them in Japan, they were all very calculating, just pretending."

As a well-known playboy and wastrel in Hollywood, although his skill points weren't invested in business, relying on small talents like producing and songwriting, young Edgar had enjoyed a magnificent period of time.

"It's still the same words: I believe that as long as we join hands, we will absolutely be able to lead Warner Music out of its business difficulties. I have connections, you have talent; we are Romeo and Juliet, God's chosen combination."

Although an agreement had already been reached privately, without a written contract, there was still a risk of betrayal.

Fortunately, after Zhou Yi arrived in the US, the acquisition agreement between him and Time Warner had been settled. He would acquire Warner Music for a price of 3 billion US dollars.

This price was 400 million US dollars higher than his expectation, but there was no way around it; who could blame Zhou Yi, this trump card, for being so impressive? It was all thanks to him single-handedly raising Time Warner's valuation of Warner Music.

After reaching an agreement with Time Warner, young Edgar, who had given Warner Music six months to handle legacy issues from the previous regime, rushed non-stop to find Zhou Yi, who had arrived in New York, to sign the contract—

This was his little sweetheart, the future stabilizing pillar of the Warner Music Group, and a good partner who could help him wipe out his past shame!

Although he had failed several times in business and even squandered the family business, young Edgar still had full confidence in himself.

However, he was still very surprised that Zhou Yi could actually come up with so much money.

In this new Warner, Zhou Yi himself opened a new company, Gui Yi, which invested 350 million US dollars to take the 13% share split off by young Edgar, becoming a partner of the brand new Warner Music Group.

This was no small sum, but it also let him see exactly how strong the assets controlled by Zhou Yi's Gui Yi were, making him look at Zhou Yi with new respect to some extent.

You have to know, Zhou Yi wasn't like him, relying on the family to mix things up. This much money was purely earned step by step through his own vision. He admitted, it was indeed a little bit awesome.

"Here, just play with peace of mind. If you want to meet Victoria's Secret models, I can also have people invite them over."

Now truly becoming a community of interest, young Edgar, representing himself and the forces behind him, expressed his feelings to Zhou Yi: "To use the words of your Chinese entertainment industry..."

"Welcome to Hollywood, Spike."

Hollywood, referring to this field of fame and fortune where people are intoxicated with gold to the extreme.

Embracing a famous model he didn't know but who was exceptionally flattering, Zhou Yi stood by the window overlooking the wind-swept city of the night below, raised the champagne in his hand, and drank it in one gulp—

Someone was willing to throw away all dignity and crawl beneath his crotch, for just an opportunity or a lavish display of wealth.

If he wasn't clear-headed enough, Zhou Yi felt he might truly get lost or become inflated.

"Darling, cheers."

Another famous model, who had once had a fling with him during his mid-year promotion, did not avoid the fact that other women were present by Zhou Yi's side; she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You're drunk. Do you need me to send you home?"

"Of course, but I've called my sister to pick me up. She should already be on her way. I hope you don't mind."

"What's her name?"

"Alexandra Ambrosio."