Although the Koenigsegg One:1 was worth only about 100 million Xia yuan—roughly 8 million US dollars abroad—it was still a globally limited-edition supercar. Only six existed in the entire world.
That alone made it a perfect tool to turn heads, especially for picking up women.
But even that paled in comparison to his other prize—the villa in Beverly Hills.
And it wasn't just any luxury property.
This was the most opulent mansion sitting at the very top of Beverly Hills—an estate so exclusive that its current market price exceeded 500 million USD, and in just a few years, could very well surpass one billion.
Yet what thrilled Su Cheng the most wasn't the car or the real estate.
It was the Master-Level Martial Arts Skill.
He had been eyeing this ability for a long time. But since the system required at least a billion-popularity-point lottery draw to unlock it, he had never been able to get it before.
Now, with it in hand, his combat ability and personal safety had risen to a whole new level—especially crucial here in the United States, where safety was no joke.
Su Cheng chuckled to himself.
"Time to see what a top-tier lottery looks like," he muttered.
Then, he gave the system a command:
"System, initiate a 10 billion popularity point lottery draw."
The mechanical voice echoed in his mind moments later.
"Ding. Congratulations! You have obtained 90% of Netflix's shares."
"Would the host like to delist Netflix from the U.S. stock market?"
Su Cheng froze.
For a moment, he was stunned speechless.
Immediately, he pulled out his phone and searched for Netflix's current valuation.
The result: around $11 billion USD.
Which meant 90% of the company was worth exactly 10 billion USD—just as the system had promised.
In his past life, Su Cheng had admired Netflix from afar. It had once grown to a staggering $300 billion market cap, becoming a global juggernaut in online film and television distribution.
More impressively, Netflix had gone from a content distributor to a content creator, producing hit after hit.
But right now, in this timeline, Netflix hadn't yet started making its own original content.
It was still just a distributor—albeit a powerful one.
Even at this stage, its film and television distribution network was on par with the top Hollywood studios.
And that was exactly what Su Cheng needed.
Because everyone who understood Hollywood knew this: the so-called "Eight Major Studios" weren't powerful because of the movies they made, but because they controlled the channels.
Without their approval, your film wouldn't see the light of day in the U.S.
Didn't matter how good it was.
They monopolized the entire distribution ecosystem—and that meant they could make billions even while sleeping.
For any independent filmmaker, it was a nightmare.
Even Su Cheng, with all his skills, wouldn't stand a chance unless he bowed to them.
But now, things were different.
With Netflix in his hands, Su Cheng could skip the studios entirely.
He could release and distribute his own films globally—without asking permission from anyone.
He made his decision instantly.
"Delist Netflix from the U.S. stock market," he said silently to the system.
"As for the remaining 10% of shares, distribute them among Netflix's core management and technical team—based on merit."
After all, what was the point of staying public?
It wasn't about raising capital. He didn't need the money.
He didn't want shareholders questioning his decisions or regulators interfering in his creative freedom.
He wasn't here to make others rich.
By privatizing Netflix and rewarding only the team members who truly contributed, Su Cheng could run things his way.
A moment later, the system replied:
"Understood. The system will complete Netflix's delisting within one week."
"Only shares held by public investors and large capital holders will be acquired."
"The shares held by capable core staff will be retained.
"The host may proceed to Netflix headquarters to complete the equity transfer."
Su Cheng smiled with deep satisfaction.
With his mood soaring, he headed toward the airport parking garage, surrounded by a few assistants and the luggage team.
They were at Los Angeles International Airport.
Since there were no direct flights from Xia to L.A. that day, Su Cheng had flown into New York first, then transferred to the West Coast.
By his side walked a stunning young woman—Margot.
He had met her on the flight.
A textbook Australian beauty, Margot had just arrived in Hollywood, chasing her dream of stardom.
In his past life, she had indeed made it.
Her breakthrough role was as Harley Quinn in DC's Suicide Squad, where she had skyrocketed to fame as one of Hollywood's most sought-after actresses.
But what had left the deepest impression on Su Cheng wasn't Harley Quinn.
It was her role alongside Leonardo DiCaprio in The Wolf of Wall Street—the stunning femme fatale who left men drooling.
Su Cheng couldn't count how many times he had replayed that movie scene in his last life…
She had the face. The figure. The attitude.
And right now?
She was only 18 years old.
Just stepped into Hollywood.
Still raw. Still untouched by the industry's coldness.
With Su Cheng's looks, style, and confidence, it had been easy to strike up a conversation.
He even upgraded her from economy to first class.
Naturally, that made things easier.
Now, they were walking side by side.
A quiet smile played on Su Cheng's lips.
Hollywood will be his playground.
And Margot?
Just the first of many stars who would soon orbit his world.
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