The American Kill Line: I Can Predict the Future

Every year around this time, the American television industry holds promotional events.

The goal is to pre-sell GG inventory to secure funding for the new season of the show.

The actors who appeared were all leading actors in recently popular or soon-to-be-released TV dramas.

The entire cast of shows such as The Vampire Diaries, Gossip Girl, Spartacus, 30 Rock, The Big Bang Theory, and Nikita attended.

Ron sat in a private box, listening to Katy Perry sing pop-rock on stage while chatting with three old money guys.

Like Philip Vanderbilt, these two old money men are also members of a family that has been in business for over a century.

One of them is a member of the Astor family, who made their fortune in real estate more than two hundred years ago.

Another member, from a branch of the Vanderbilt family—the Whitney family—works in the arts.

It was only now that Ron learned that the two men had also subscribed to his "No. 1 Hedge Fund".

However, at the fundraising meeting at that time, they invested through their family business.

"Thank you!" Ron raised his glass in a toast. He knew that these people had helped with what happened that afternoon.

"Haha, it's nothing. Besides, the better you do, the more money we make."

"I won't let you down."

The event lasted for two hours.

Finally, everyone arrived at the Hilton Hotel's banquet hall.

Philip also introduced Ron to the presidents of NBC and ABC.

With Philip's half-truthful introduction, these people looked at Ron with more respect.

"I apologize for any shortcomings in our hospitality, Mr. Hunter."

They didn't know the specifics, only that the newspapers were reporting that this young man had made billions of dollars in the Euro market in just twenty days.

Tens of billions might be an exaggeration, but even halved, it would still be 50 billion US dollars.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the three old Qians to personally greet them.

Despite owning the largest television networks in the United States, they are ultimately just employees.

They are no match for the financial tycoon in front of them who holds billions of dollars in cash.

The commotion naturally attracted the attention of the actors on set.

The actresses, in particular, looked at that young figure in the crowd like hungry wolves encountering lambs.

They didn't know who this big-shot young man was.

But it is not important.

Importantly, even the TV station president treated him with utmost respect, which is enough to show that the other party's status is very extraordinary.

As a result, some actresses who considered themselves somewhat attractive pretended to be passing by.

A skilled hunter often appears as the prey.

Actresses believe they can conquer men with their beauty.

In fact, all of this was already within the hunter's expectations.

In the eyes of old money like Philip, they were more like exhibits, waiting to be chosen by their owners.

Until a voluptuous, tall blonde woman walked by, and during their conversation, Philip quickly noticed a subtle change in Ron's eyes.

He subtly gave the TV station presidents a meaningful look.

The latter understood immediately and smiled at the passing woman, saying, "Viva!"

Viva Bianca looked puzzled. "Mr. Flotes? You mean me?"

"Yes, Viva, it's been a long time. I heard you were in Los Angeles; I thought you weren't coming tonight."

"Mr. Flotes, are you upset that I didn't greet you sooner tonight?"

Viva Bianca, dressed in a black one-shoulder evening gown, swayed her voluptuous figure as she walked in, her slender fingers naturally picking up the champagne from the waiter's tray.

When she arrived in front of everyone, she smiled and nodded slightly. That smile was sexy and charming.

The president of the TV station next to them first introduced Viva's works and expressed his optimism about her acting career.

Then, he introduced everyone present.

Viva gracefully raised her champagne glass and gently clinked it against hers.

When it came time to introduce Ron, she smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Hunter."

"Hello, Miss Bianca."

Clink—The champagne glass and the wine glass collided, making a crisp sound.

A cool sensation lightly landed on the back of my fingers, very light and fleeting, as if it were an illusion.

Ron narrowed his eyes, only to find that the woman was completely unaware.

She still had that charming smile as she greeted Lao Qian beside her.

"Looks like I was overthinking it."

Ron chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Viva didn't linger; she simply said hello and then left under some pretext.

Just like when she arrived, she left only a faint scent of perfume lingering in the air.

Ron had to admit that this beauty truly captured his heart.

He couldn't help but glance at the other person's departing figure.

Just then, Viva suddenly turned her face to the side.

It wasn't a deliberate glance back; it was very natural.

Immediately, she blinked gently with a smile in her eyes.

In an instant, she exuded charm and allure.

"She did it on purpose? I fucking got harassed!"

Ron was very unhappy, but the man had already left.

After that, several more young and beautiful women came over to say hello.

Some even proactively approached Ron to chat and ask for his contact information.

At another time, Ron might not mind having a friendly match.

If you've been playing bowling too much, it's nice to switch to another game once in a while.

For example, that Asian girl named Maggie Q is very sexy.

I heard she's Jack Chen's disciple, so you could learn some kung fu from her.

But Ron's mind is now filled with Viva Bianca's smile before she left.

The banquet didn't end until 10 PM.

Ron said goodbye to Philip and the others, and left by car from the underground parking garage.

As soon as the car left the underground parking garage, Ron suddenly said:

"Wait a minute."

The bodyguard was confused, but he still gave an order over the walkie-talkie, and then the car stopped on the side of the road.

Ron rolled down the car window and shouted towards the open-air parking lot in front of the hotel:

"Hey!"

It's drizzling outside.

A lone figure stood in a parking space, a bag on his head, as if waiting for someone, looking somewhat disheveled.

She turned around, searching for the source of the sound in the rain.

Soon he saw a Mercedes parked on the side of the road and people waving at him.

She thought for a moment, then put on her high heels and jogged over.

"Mr. Hunter."

"Viva, what's wrong... I thought you left a long time ago."

Viva stood in the rain, yet still managed to maintain an elegant smile: "I was waiting for my friend to pick me up, and I was worried she wouldn't be able to find me, so..."

She shrugged helplessly, indicating that she didn't want to stand in the rain either.

That's a good excuse... Ron got out of the car and took the umbrella from the bodyguard: "If you don't mind, you can come into my car to take shelter from the rain."

The umbrella shielded her from the rain, but not from the chill. Viva hesitated, touching her bare arm, then nodded and said:

"Thank you! It won't take long; my friend will be there soon."

She reiterated the importance of knowing when to advance and when to retreat.

The two got into the car, and the bodyguard got out of the car on his own initiative, turned his back to the car, and stood guard half a meter away.

Ron, who was in the back seat, took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"Thank you!" Viva adjusted her suit jacket.

"You seem to say thank you a lot!" Ron started the conversation.

"I'm just a small-time actor from Australia. As you just saw, I can't afford to offend anyone here."

Viva gave a self-deprecating laugh to explain her helplessness and weakness at being called over earlier.

"So, you just make up some lame excuse to leave early," Ron said understandingly.

"Is it really that bad?" Viva smiled playfully. "I think it works pretty well; it always works perfectly."

"Next time we can get a better one."

"Oh?"

"For example..." Ron turned his head and whispered in her ear, "a grumpy guy named Ron who's always urging you to go home."

Viva's breath hitched, and her face flushed instantly.

But she quickly recovered and turned her face to the side.

Their eyes met, their noses almost touching.

Her full, red lips parted slightly: "Which home are we going back to?"

"New York." Ron's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Now?" Viva's eyes gradually became hazy, and she unconsciously moved closer slowly.

"If you want to..."

The story has entered a new phase.

Ron can bowl again, albeit on a smaller ball...