Bush Jr. successfully completed his mission, with William White expressing his support. Having achieved that, he could relax and enjoy himself. He was still a teenager and didn't quite know how to control himself.
"George, wanna head to Los Angeles together? I got a new plane."
Seeing him wink, Bush Jr. sighed and said, "Yeah, heard about it. Our dads are all using your achievements to lecture us. That's a real downer." Bush Jr .grumbled in frustration.
"No biggie, I was just lucky, my man. The old geezers are overthinking it." William White nonchalantly pretended to be cool.
Naturally, this earned him a middle finger from the goofballs. In less than a year, the quirkiest of them had soared to a position they had to look up to. No need to mention the frustration about that.
Though everyone flipped him off, no one rejected his offer. A private jet was definitely more comfortable than commercial airlines. You'd be a fool to turn it down.
The Viking One wasn't trying to hide. With such extravagant paint, it was hard not to notice.
They simply found it puzzling; the so-called Viking Comics was still relatively unknown, far less significant than his software and movies. What was going on? His ride was named after a comic company.
This indicated that William White placed significant importance on his comic company, otherwise, he wouldn't go to such lengths.
But...
Viking-themed comics?
You gotta be kidding, right?
American comics traditionally focused on superheroes. Even though they were trying to diversify, there hadn't been a major breakthrough.
Wouldn't William White know this?
He was just leading them off track on purpose. Once his arcade games were released, they would cause a sensation. He'd draw even more attention, but his comic series would take at least half a year. Until then, let the big comic players rest easy a little longer.
...
Aside from a few people who left early due to other arrangements, most stayed to witness this massive aircraft.
The plane parked at Houston International Airport could only be described as dazzlingly impressive.
"Welcome aboard," said the flight attendant from United Airlines.
"Thanks." William White nodded in acknowledgment.
"Dang, boss, is this all pure gold up here? Can I take a piece back home?" Jason Garrison joked with a mischievous grin.
William White shook his head with a wry smile. "I have spare parts at my Los Angeles villa, it's just gold foil. It's expensive, sure, but it's not pure gold. The cost comes from the craftsmanship."
To prevent this guy from messing up his plane, William White had to say that; Jason wasn't after the value, just a keepsake.
...
Houston wasn't far from Los Angeles, and after a short flight, they landed. The crew seemed to want more, joking about taking a trip during the summer break.
William White didn't mind. He did plan to have a fun summer. If all he did was make money, he'd become a slave to it.
Tonight was the fundraiser for the Elephant party. His current cowboy outfit was definitely not suitable. Such a banquet wouldn't have much food, so he had to fill up and clean up first.
Los Angeles had always been the stronghold of the Donkey party, but this time it was different.
As an actor, Reagan was a flop. In later years, some called him a second-tier star, which was nonsense. If you haven't been a leading actor, how could you be second-tier?
His acting career was unremarkable, but as a politician, he was impeccable. Stirring up things in the Donkey stronghold wasn't easy.
After finishing his last piece of steak, William White went back to his room to clean up. After grooming himself, he began his skincare routine.
With the Christmas break over, his staff had returned -- hair, skincare, and massages.
William White returned to his half-pampered state. After getting used to this lifestyle, he found it amusing when he thought back to his naive past. Perhaps 'blissfully ignorant' referred to exactly this.
"Mr. White, your suit is ready. Let me help you," Jenny said.
"Thank you, Jenny," William White nodded with a smile.
Suits from that era were like armor. The lapels were intentionally enlarged and widened, making the upper body look unusually broad.
William White didn't like this design. It gave him a top-heavy feeling. At a height of six foot three, this type of style really didn't suit him.
He already had a V-shaped body; exaggerating the shoulder width gave off a strange vibe.
With Jenny's help, he soon dressed in a pristine suit, with hair so neat it could make a fly slip.
...
Personal donations had strict limits, though they had ways to circumvent them, which was someone else's job.
A million bucks in that era made you a major benefactor. Beyond just money, he had vast influence among the youth, making him a patron many wanted to win over. No one would dare mess with such a guy.
If there was any duller banquet in the world, it was one like this, without a doubt.
William White wasn't short on experience dealing with such people. Charity banquets weren't much better; these two kinds showcased the extreme of human hypocrisy.
The William White of a past life would have felt like puking, but not now; these scenes even gave him inspiration.
Thankfully, this was Los Angeles, with bigwigs from Hollywood and many pretty ladies.
While he enjoyed the sights, the ladies were also eyeing him. Fresh faces sold well in any era, and even more so if they got talent.
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