America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM

Chapter 123 Don’t worry, such a person will appear.

New York, Plaza Hotel.

Elena put down the phone and looked at Eric playfully.

"My two poor nieces were played with by you and applauded. As an aunt, I am very heartbroken."

Eric walked back from the floor-to-ceiling window and couldn't help but snorted, "I believe you are evil."

"What? Don't you believe it?"

Eric thought to himself: How can I believe that what you did is completely contrary to what you said? What letter do you want me to take? Take your head and write the letter!

If you really want to write a letter with the head, this girl will definitely ask whether you should take the big head or the small head.

"I believe it, I believe it very much, Elena, thank you for everything you have done for me, can't you?"

"Hmph! With a reluctant expression, I forgot to ask you something. What does the Chinese mother and daughter I met at the Flindale restaurant have to do with you?"

"It doesn't have anything to do with it. I met him once when I went to China, that's all."

"Huh? Is it that simple? That middle-aged woman, I saw something different in her eyes. There was something wrong with the way she looked at you."

Eric clenched his fists speechlessly: "Elena, you work in a bank and are not a private detective. Do you think you are Sherlock Holmes? Or do you mean that any woman who talks to me must have a relationship with me?"

Elena folded her arms and leaned on the pillow: "You little guy, there is not a word of truth in your mouth. I am not that stupid girl Mary who was deceived by you."

"Haha, I was able to deceive them, thanks to your aunt's help."

"Then how are you going to repay me?"

"Haven't I already fed you milk? The doctors said that my quality is very high, and if you eat it, you will be beautified and nourished."

Elena licked the corner of her mouth and had to say that Eric's milk tasted really good, with a sweet smell of orange and pineapple.

According to research, only a very healthy body and eating more fruits will produce this slightly sweet protein, which is a good drink.

She raised her fingers and said, "Come here!"

"I can't!"

"Come here quickly!"

"What do you want to do?"

"You are leaving tomorrow, what do you think I want to do?"

Eric could only sigh: "Alas! After all, it is inevitable to walk on this dragon-slaying platform."

Reluctantly, he climbed onto the boat, held Elena in his arms, and began to explore with his big hands.

"Why are you in a hurry? You're dry."

Elena slapped his fingers away.

"Let's make a quick decision and get some rest early. I really want to go to Hasbro tomorrow to discuss business. I've already made an appointment."

"You want a quick solution? Then help me quickly."

"Um?"

"I haven't heard enough, go on and tell me what's going on between you, Ashley and Mary?"

Eric kissed her neck: "Why do you have this hobby? Why didn't I notice it before?"

"Because I have never met anyone as bad and greedy as you before. Come on, I can't help but want to hear your story. Tell me how you got in!"

Elena raised her head slightly and murmured indistinctly. During Eric's narration, a pair of hands held her tighter and tighter like an iron vice.

Every detail revealed made her more excited.

Until there was a high-pitched cry, the whole person seemed to have reached the clouds and entered an unprecedented new world.

The next morning, they kissed goodbye after breakfast.

"Little guy, you performed well last night. I look forward to our next meeting."

Eric waved his hand to signal her to stop talking and that she could go.

Watching Paramela go away, he also hailed a taxi and left.

As expected, in the middle of the night last night, he was pulled up by Elena to have a snack. He knew that this girl would not let him go easily, otherwise how could he be so happy in the morning.

"These women are all the same. They seem to be unwilling to put me to death!"

Do the math, spent a few hours with the Olsen sisters in the early hours of Friday morning.

Made it with Nicole for a few hours on Friday night.

On Saturday, I was fucked by Elena's Ice and Fire Magic Chef for half the night.

Rubbing his kidneys, Eric was really worried whether he would suddenly die on the ship if this continued.

The wind is blowing, how unpleasant it sounds to say it out loud!

I sighed helplessly, but what can I do? I just blame myself for being too good.

The women he attracts are also beauties with both good looks and status.

Facing their seduction, it was too difficult to control them, and the brothers were very arrogant, so there was really nothing they could do.

If it were Sister Feng or Ruhua, even if these ladies tried their best to show off.

It would be nice if Eric didn't give the electric cannon a flying kick. I guarantee that this situation won't happen now.

The car came to a mansion. To have such a house in a wealthy area, the owner was not an ordinary person.

After walking across the lawn and ringing the doorbell, a young and beautiful maid opened the door.

"Sir, who are you?"

Eric tilted his head and saw Sergei Hassenfeld in a nightgown through the crack in the door.

The other party happened to take a look, and realized it was Eric, and said hurriedly: "Maria, get out of the way, you almost shut out my best friend."

The maid hurriedly let Eric in, and the two hugged each other and patted each other on the back.

Sergey laughed and said: "Eric, long time no see. You look really good."

Eric pinched his dry face and said, "Isn't this good?"

"Hahaha, I've been reading a lot of tidbits about you recently, including Nicole Kidman, Gal Gadot, Reese Witherspoon, and Evangeline Lilly. It feels so comfortable to hug you. It's like overindulgence.

Eric shook his head slightly: "Sergey, you should read less gossip tabloids. Those are all fabrications without a single word of truth."

"Really? You have nothing to do with these female celebrities?"

"Of course not! You can't make a movie with MGM and the heroine has to have something happen to me. Do you think I'm Harvey Weinstein?"

"What happened to Harvey Weinstein?" Sergey asked curiously.

"This guy hums!"

Eric sneered: "It is rumored that there is a red sofa in his office, which is specially used for sex. If an actress wants to get a role, she must lie down on the red sofa. What will happen after lying down? Do you want me to say it?"

Hearing this, Sergey showed an envious look: "Your entertainment industry is better. I remember Weinstein was the boss of Miramax Film Company. It's not a big company, but it can be so comfortable. It’s really enviable.”

Eric nodded: "Although Miramax's scale is not first-rate, it is backed by Disney. With Disney's financial support, Harvey Weinstein is of course unscrupulous."

"But it's not as exaggerated as you think. At most, he only has unspoken rules for newcomers and small stars. He can't hide big names."

"I heard that Angelina Jolie and Gwyneth Paltrow were both harassed by him before they became famous, but only the parties involved will know whether they were successful or not."

Sergey was a little in disbelief: "Really or not? Didn't Gwyneth Paltrow win the Oscar for "Shakespeare in Love"? This movie is also from Miramax, right?"

"I remember the photos taken by the media at that time. She even took a friendly photo with Harvey Weinstein. The relationship between the two seemed very good, and there was no feeling of reluctance at all."

"Haha, will you go against your uncle in public?"

Sergey suddenly showed a look of deep approval: "It makes sense if you put it this way, not to mention the blessing of the Oscar-winning actress. Even if it is a fly, you have to eat it with a smile, right?"

"That's right, actors, to put it bluntly, are tools to please the public and capital. For the blessing of good resources and awards, let alone flies, a lot of people are even willing to eat the defense!"

Sergey shrugged: "Listening to what you said, my filter for Kate Winslet is almost broken. Is this true for every actor?"

"I can't say for everyone, there is no absolute thing in the world, but for most of them, I don't know Winslet, so I won't comment. Maybe she is a white lotus that emerges from the mud but remains unstained. You can continue to maintain your fantasy. "

At this time, the maid Maria brought over two glasses of light blue liquid, which looked a little turbid.

Eric frowned: "What is this? It doesn't look like wine."

Sergey picked it up and drank it all in one gulp, and pointed to his arm excitedly: "Of course it's not wine. This is a functional drink specially prepared by experts. Drinking one cup every day is very good for the body."

After smelling it, Eric's frown deepened.

"It doesn't taste good? Are you sure this is a drink?"

"Of course, drink it, it will be beneficial to our next activities."

"What kind of event? Did you arrange takeout? It's not appropriate at your house. What if your wife comes back?"

Sergey snorted angrily: "Don't mention that woman. This is my home, not hers. She has her own house."

"We won't meet unless it's necessary now. It's best if everyone does their own thing and doesn't interfere with each other!"

Eric was a little surprised. When they contacted him some time ago, their relationship between husband and wife had not deteriorated to this point. It seems that Sergey has become more and more sad recently.

Patting him on the shoulder, Eric picked up the drink and took a sip. The bitter feeling made him almost spit it out.

"Dude, what did you put in this?"

On the contrary, Sergey smiled happily: "Bitterness is right, life is such pain, and this bitterness can prevent us from forgetting our own humiliation."

"Come with me, I haven't played with women recently. It's boring if I play too much. I've found a new hobby, which is more exciting!"

While talking, the two came to the back hall. When the door opened, they saw a ring.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

Eric pointed to the ring in surprise.

"Then, this is my new hobby. Exercise in the ring is much more interesting than exercise in bed!"

Sergey threw a pair of gloves over, changed his clothes and got in first.

"Come up here Eric, are you still afraid of me, a forty-year-old middle-aged man? Look at your young muscles, come up and play."

At this time, the door of a nearby room was pushed open, and several hot girls in bikinis came out.

They directly surrounded Eric in the middle and put him into sportswear in a hurry. They looked at the excitement of these women, and they didn't know how much oil was being sucked out of them.

"Okay, let's have some fun, but I haven't learned boxing and I don't understand the rules."

Sergey patted his cheek: "It doesn't matter. I've just started to learn it. Remember not to hit your face or lower body. Everything else will be fine."

As he said this, the old boy started to move left and right and slowly jumped up: "Come on Eric, use your strength. Only when you really fight out will you be able to vent!"

After saying that, he started to attack, and his fists came like raindrops.

Eric didn't lie, he really hadn't practiced, so he just dodged if he could. If he couldn't, he tried to block with his arms, but it was impossible to block it all.

The beauties in bikinis in the audience screamed and screamed, as if to cheer them on.

In this kind of play between friends, there is definitely no three-minute limit for a game, and the game will last until you can't play anymore.

After a few minutes, even through the gloves, Eric's body still felt hot and painful.

But that was all. The amount of exercise in these few minutes had consumed most of Sergey's physical energy, and he was obviously sluggish.

After holding on for a few minutes, Eric refused to be polite to him. He raised his fist and greeted the opponent all over his body.

The back, chest, arms, abdomen, and even the butt were accidentally hit.

In the end, Sergey reluctantly fought back a few times, and was knocked down by Eric's punch. He lay sweaty and panting on the ring.

"How many minutes?"

"Nearly nine minutes, sir! You are making progress again," Maria replied.

Sergey laughed, took off his gloves and pointed to the side. Eric also lay down, his body was also covered in sweat.

"How about young man, isn't this sport interesting? It's much more fun than in bed."

"Well, it was indeed a very good experience. Although it didn't last long, I forgot everything in these few minutes. Only the idea of ​​attacking was left in my mind. It was very exciting and suitable for venting my emotions."

"Yes, boxing is very useful for venting emotions. Did you know? Boxing was particularly popular in Germany during World War II because the war made everyone nervous and everyone needed a channel to vent their emotions."

Eric thought thoughtfully: "Sergey, are you having a hard time recently? Are you under a lot of pressure?"

Sergey said nothing.

"Let me guess, is it related to your uncle Allen?"

Hearing Allen's name, he waved his hands in disgust: "Don't mention that old guy, he always likes to go crazy, and many people wish he died early."

"Really? Do so many people at Hasbro hate him? So why not vote to replace him?" Eric asked tentatively.

Sergey shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Alan is Hasbro's largest shareholder. Of course, it's not that the majority shareholder can't be changed, or it can't be ignored, but the company is developing well under his leadership, and everyone makes money. Who would want to mess around?"

"If there is really going to be a shareholders' meeting to drive Allen away, who will take the lead? Who can guarantee that he will do better than Allen after he takes over? Can he make more money than Allen?"

"Just like those entertainment stars you just mentioned, even if it is a piece of shit, as long as it is wrapped in a layer of chocolate, it will be an exquisite shit, and everyone will still be willing to eat it."

After a pause, Eric slowly asked: "If a capable person can compete with Allen for shares, will other shareholders of Hasbro choose this person?"

Hearing this, Sergey laughed loudly: "Don't be ridiculous, where can you find such a person? Among the company's individual shareholders, I already have the second highest shareholding ratio, but it is far behind Allen. "

"Some hidden investment institutions may hold more shares than Allen, but what they want is profits. As long as Allen can create value, why replace him? It is even less possible for the remaining retail investors in the market."

"If such a person really appears, I will be happy to help him. I have had enough of that old guy!"

Regardless of whether Sergey's answer is true or false, Eric is happy to see his emotional dissatisfaction, which at least shows that Hasbro is not a discus within.

He pulled Sergei up and comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, such a person will appear."