103: This advertising slogan... is way too arrogant!

He walked over to a newly assembled DVD prototype that was undergoing factory testing, watching the test footage playing on the screen.

"The Bolivian market is too small. Our target is the Eagle Nation."

"Eagle Nation?" Santiago was taken aback.

"But... our brand has no recognition there, and we don't have any content!"

"Who would buy a machine with no discs to watch?"

This was indeed the ultimate problem that all player manufacturers had to face.

Content is king.

Hardware without software support is just a pile of scrap metal.

"I'll solve the content problem."

David's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable confidence.

The plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport.

The warm, slightly dry California sun streamed through the cabin window.

David stretched, standing up from his first-class seat.

Behind him, his loyal subordinate, Juan, carefully carried three seemingly ordinary silver briefcases.

Inside the cases was the core of this operation.

Three DVD players, and several meticulously burned demo discs.

"Let's go, Juan."

David put on his sunglasses and was the first to descend the air stairs.

"Let's see what's so great about this legendary movie paradise."

The two checked into the Bel-Air Hotel in Beverly Hills.

This hotel is known for its luxury and privacy, making it one of the favorite lodging spots for Hollywood stars and various tycoons.

Outside the room's balcony was an exquisite swan lake.

Juan settled the luggage and stood respectfully to the side.

"Boss, what's next for us...?"

"No rush."

David poured himself a glass of whiskey, walked to the balcony, and watched the elegant swans swimming in the lake.

"Tomorrow, go to the headquarters of the Los Angeles Times."

"The Los Angeles Times?"

Juan was stunned.

"Yes."

David took a sip of his drink, feeling the burning sensation of the liquor sliding down his throat.

"Buy a full page in their entertainment or business section for me, to be published for ten consecutive days."

He turned around, his eyes sharp.

"I've already thought of the advertisement copy."

"It will say: 'Seeking content partners to jointly usher in a new era of home entertainment.'"

"A revolutionary imaging medium has been born. The future of cinema is here."

"Leave your contact information."

Juan listened, dumbfounded, and quickly took out a small notebook to jot it down.

These advertisements... are too arrogant, aren't they?

Revolutionary? The future of cinema?

Isn't this offending all of Hollywood to death?

"Boss, won't this be... too high-profile?"

Juan asked cautiously.

"High-profile is exactly what we want."

David snorted.

"In a place like Hollywood, you either become the fiercest shark, or you wait to be torn to shreds by other sharks."

"No one cares about the life or death of a sardine."

"Just go and do it. Money is not an issue."

"Yes, boss."

Juan nodded heavily, no longer asking questions.

The next day, Juan went to contact the newspaper, while David, like an ordinary tourist, went to Universal Studios alone.

To be honest, he was a little disappointed.

Universal Studios in the early nineties was completely different from the top-tier park full of various high-tech special effects he remembered.

The so-called "Jaws" themed ride was just sitting on a boat and circling in the water.

Then a huge rubber shark model would emerge from the water, thrashing its teeth and claws.

The special effects... were virtually nonexistent.

The performance... was quite dull.

"Is that it?"

David shook his head repeatedly.

"This thing can be called a theme park? It's fooling ghosts."

He strolled around without much interest, then prepared to leave.

Just as he reached the entrance of the studio, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

A tall woman with fluffy brown curly hair was anxiously looking around, seemingly muttering something to herself.

That face, that iconic wide mouth.

Julia Roberts?

David raised an eyebrow.

With Pretty Woman, she was now one of Hollywood's hottest actresses.

Interesting.

He didn't excitedly rush forward for an autograph like a typical fan.

Instead, he straightened his Armani suit and walked over with steady steps.

"Madam, do you need help?"

His voice was gentle and magnetic.

"You look like you're looking for someone."

Julia Roberts turned her head at the sound, seeing a tall, handsome Asian man.

His eyes were clear, with just the right touch of concern.

There was none of the fanaticism of a fan seeing an idol, nor the naked desire of Hollywood men.

This made her instinctively relax her guard a little.

"Oh, yes."

She annoyedly ran a hand through her hair.

"I got separated from my friend. We agreed to meet here, but I've been waiting for almost half an hour."

"Then why not call her?"

David suggested with a smile.

"She doesn't have a phone."

Julia spread her hands helplessly.

In this era, mobile phones were far from common. Not to mention everyone owning one, even big stars didn't all have them.

"Is that so...?"

David pretended to ponder, then pulled out a brick-sized black object from his inner suit pocket.

A Motorola, commonly known as a 'brick phone'.

In this era, this item was the most direct symbol of wealth and status.

Sure enough, Julia's eyes instantly lit up.

"Perhaps we can go to the bar over there, sit for a while, have a drink, and wait patiently."

David shook the brick phone in his hand, extending the invitation.

"If she comes looking for you, this spot will also be easy to see."

"And, if she contacts your agent, your agent can call this number to find us."

This suggestion was logical and impeccable.

Coupled with his handsome appearance, gentlemanly demeanor, and the formidable financial strength displayed by that brick phone.

Julia barely hesitated.

"Okay."

She flashed her signature radiant smile.

"My name is Julia."

"David."

The two sat down at an outdoor bar outside Universal Studios.

They chatted happily.

David never mentioned that he had seen her movies. Instead, he talked about the local customs of Bolivia, and the snow-capped mountains and rainforests of South America.

He was witty and knowledgeable, depicting a world that Julia had never experienced.

This man possessed a mysterious and dangerous charm that deeply attracted her.

By the time they left the bar, it was already late.

Her lost friend had long been forgotten by Julia.

As they passed Rodeo Drive, David pointed to a luxury store's display window.

"That bag suits your temperament very well."

Before Julia could react, he had already pulled her inside.

"Hello, besides the one in the window, please wrap up all the new bags, jewelry, and these few clothes in your store."

David casually handed a black card to the dumbfounded sales assistant.

"Charge it."

The entire process was smooth and unreasonably domineering.

Julia was completely bewildered.

She had seen wealthy producers, and oil tycoons who spent lavishly, but she had never seen anyone like David.

Tens of thousands of dollars worth of items, bought without batting an eye, as if he were buying two hot dogs from a street vendor.

That night, naturally, they spent the night together.

The next morning, David woke up in the oversized bed at the Bel-Air Hotel.

The beautiful woman beside him was still sleeping soundly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her face flushed with contentment.

David lit a cigar and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the not-yet-fully-awake morning view of Los Angeles.