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Chapter 305 Microsoft Makes Its Move

What was that saying again?

The sisters' legs are not legs, but spring waters on the banks of the Seine.

The sisters' backs are not just backs, but Bulgarian roses.

The sisters' waists are not waists, but the short-lived Saburo's curved sword.

The sisters' mouths are not mouths, but rather the clear water under the river bridge.

Ernst was well aware of this, especially when the three women completely abandoned their usual reserve; the scene was simply overwhelming for him.

The three seemed to have reached some unspoken understanding, none of them wanting Ernst to have any extra energy to favor other women, but clearly, they still underestimated Ernst's fighting power.

The morning sunlight streamed gently into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains.

When Ernst slowly awoke amidst a group of women with fair arms and jade-like legs, the three women beside him were still fast asleep, exhausted from the previous night, their even breathing rising and falling, their cheeks still flushed.

After a quick wash, Muller came downstairs. He had just finished exercising and was still covered in a light sweat. When he saw him, Muller immediately came up to him and pointed to the phone on the living room table. "Boss, Larry called several times this morning."

Upon hearing the name Larry, Ernst seemed to have discovered something amusing, instantly forgetting his hunger and immediately abandoning his original plan to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

He raised an eyebrow and walked straight to the phone; before he could even pick it up, the phone rang urgently again, as if urging him to do something.

Muller shrugged helplessly, knowing without even looking that it was Larry Ellison calling again.

Moreover, he knew better than anyone why the other party was so frantic, constantly dialing Ernst's number.

Ernst pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone. There was an eerie silence on the other end of the line, with only faint breathing sounds coming through. It seemed the caller was also surprised that the call had actually gone through.

A few seconds later, Larry Ellison's deliberately softened voice, so gentle it was almost sweet, came through, as if he were speaking to his new girlfriend: "Ernst? You finally answered the phone?"

Ernst suppressed a laugh, deliberately adopting a relaxed and casual tone, "Hey, my good brother, what's got you in such a hurry to see me all morning? Is there some amazing news to share?"

"Nothing special," Larry Ellison said casually on the other end of the phone, as if catching up with an old friend. "Don't you have two fat dogs? I recently hired a really good dog trainer, top-notch skills. I was thinking of having you send those two little guys over, and I'll help you train them properly."

As if afraid Ernst would refuse, Larry said generously, "Don't worry, all the expenses are on me. I just love those two little guys and I get along really well with them."

Ernst wasn't buying it. He said slowly, "Larry, they're still young, still minors."

The two little ones are only a little over a year old, which translates to about eleven or twelve years old in adulthood.

Then Larry Ellison on the other end of the phone suddenly exploded, his gentle tone vanishing and replaced by hysterical roars.

Even though Ernst didn't put the receiver to his ear, the piercing sound still made him frown, and even Muller, who was next to him, subconsciously took a half step back.

"You bastard, you even know they're minors?" Larry Ellison's voice was full of anger and resentment.

Do you even know that my little one is already eight years old? He's practically an old dog! How could you do something so utterly depraved?

"Are you even human? You actually found five male dogs to mate with it. Do you know that when I saw DouDing this morning, its legs were still trembling uncontrollably, it couldn't even stand up, and it couldn't walk at all?"

"My private veterinarian examined him and told me that DouDing was severely exhausted from overwork, his immunity had dropped significantly, and even his reproductive system had been damaged. You bastard, you better keep an eye on your two little ones, or you'll be collecting their corpses."

Larry Ellison's hysterical roar made Ernst curl his lip.

Who told you to always try to trip me up? You didn't let me have an easy time, so why should I let you have an easy time?

When Ernst said last night that he hoped DouDing would like the gift he gave him, he wasn't referring to the racket. He was referring to the five male dogs that were in heat that he had specifically asked Muller to find, and then secretly delivered them to DouDing's doghouse under the cover of night.

"Larry, no offense, but I handled these three grown men with ease, how come you can't even manage five dogs?"

"Besides, as DouDing's owner, you don't know to help when it's failing? Instead, you're complaining to me. You should use that time to think about how to take good care of it."

The breathing sounds on the receiver instantly became heavier; Ernst was clearly making a veiled attack.

What do you mean it's no good and you should step in?

Are you suggesting we make him mate with a dog?

Surprisingly, a few seconds later, Larry Ellison on the other end of the phone stopped being angry and instead let out a meaningful chuckle.

This sudden change stunned Ernst. He even wondered if Ernst had been driven crazy by him, and couldn't help but think: Did I take the joke too far? Did he go crazy?

"Did you just get up?"

Ernst nodded subconsciously and replied casually, "That's right, I just woke up not long ago. What's wrong?"

"Have you eaten?" Larry asked again, his tone still somewhat enigmatic.

Ernst was completely baffled, not knowing what Larry was up to, but he still honestly replied, "Not yet. If it weren't for your call, I probably would have already taken it."

"Very good, I hope you can enjoy your meal. Don't starve yourself, after all, health is the foundation of everything."

After saying that, Larry Ellison hung up the phone, leaving Ernst and Muller staring at each other in bewilderment.

Ernst glanced at Muller, who was eavesdropping nearby. The two stared at each other, neither understanding what Larry's last words meant.

"What happened?" Ernst frowned slightly, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. Larry's words just now were too strange; they didn't seem like simple revenge, but rather like he was hinting at something.

Muller shook his head. "I don't know. Nothing else happened this morning except your phone kept ringing."

Just then, Mueller seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly added, "Oh, right, boss, the landline rang a lot this morning too, but I checked the caller ID twice and it was Larry Ellison calling, so I didn't answer. Then I went to the yard to train, and I don't know if it rang again."

"Something's not right. Something's definitely up." Ernst immediately checked his phone's missed call history.

Sure enough, in addition to Larry Ellison's numerous missed calls, there were also calls from Hamilton, and even Wenger made several calls.

Something's happened, something's definitely happened.

He was about to call the two of them to ask what had happened when he suddenly heard the sound of a car engine outside the villa. The sound grew closer and closer, followed by a sudden stop.

Ernst looked out the window at the sound and saw Wenger hurriedly get out of a black car and rush into the living room.

Before he had even fully entered, his voice drifted over, carrying a clear hint of complaint, "What are you doing? Why haven't I answered my calls?"

Before Ernst could explain, three high-pitched screams suddenly came from upstairs, each one louder than the last. The voices carried a hint of languor from just waking up, mixed with a subtle, almost imperceptible, coquettish tone.

Upon hearing the scream, Ernst awkwardly touched his nose, then shrugged at Wenger, his expression saying: I don't need to explain anymore, do I?

It's not that I'm deliberately not answering the phone, I'm just too busy.

Wenger looked at Ernst and sighed helplessly.

Ernst has always been very gratified by his achievements and brilliant success in his career.

Ernst's playboy nature and his flirtatious ways left Ernst somewhat speechless, unsure of what to say.

Young and impetuous, surrounded by countless temptations, is actually a normal thing in Wenger's view.

Ernst, however, went too far. In order to have fun with women, he completely blocked out all news from the outside world and didn't even answer the phone. This was a bit too much. Looking at the entire business world, you probably couldn't find another super tycoon like him.

However, Wenger also knew that Ernst didn't like to be disturbed when he was with women, which was one of his little quirks, so he didn't criticize him too much.

"Let's not talk about that now," Ernst quickly changed the subject. "What exactly happened?"

Once the conversation turned to business, Wenger lost all interest in Ernst's private life. His expression instantly became more serious, and he said in a grave tone, "Something big has happened. Microsoft has bundled MSN with their products."

"Huh?" Upon hearing the keywords "Microsoft and MSN bundled together," Ernst's relaxed and comfortable expression vanished instantly. He abruptly raised his head, his eyes sharp as he looked at Wenger, his tone filled with disbelief.

He didn't expect Bill Gates to dare to do this.

For this social media war, they actually dared to take such a risky step, risking the dismantling of Microsoft.

"Are you looking for death?" Ernst narrowed his eyes to slits, his right hand unconsciously touching the beard on his chin.

Since you're looking for death, I'll send you on your way.