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Chapter 371 A Rich Country Comes to the Door

Sunlight streams through the clean glass of Jane Fraser's office windows, creating a bright boundary of light and shadow.

Ernst, with his hands in his suit pockets, leaned slightly forward and gazed down at the film crew below, who were bustling about like ants carrying food.

In the chaotic yet orderly filming location, various equipment, props, and staff were intertwined, but his eyes, like a precise radar, quickly found Jane's husband, Kane.

Kane had shed his suit and tie, and in his new outfit was a very down-to-earth casual look.

The slightly faded jeans paired with a loose gray hooded sweatshirt clearly weren't his clothes; they didn't fit him at all.

He was standing in front of the camera, displaying an exaggerated to the point of being comical.

Although Ernst was high up in the building and couldn't clearly see the details of Kane's facial expression, the exaggerated and wide-ranging body movements still made him laugh instantly.

He turned slightly to the side, his back to Jane Fraser behind the desk, and said in a tone that was hard to hide his schadenfreude, "You know what, Kane really does have a talent for acting. It's a shame he's not an actor."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ernst felt as if he had been pierced by an invisible icicle, clearly sensing a sharp, knife-like gaze coming from behind him.

Even without looking back, he could sense the meaning behind Jane Fraser's presence at that moment.

The next second, her icy voice came from behind, devoid of any warmth: "If you don't have anything important to say, please leave my office now. I have a ton of work to do and don't have time to waste chatting with your boss."

Ernst turned around abruptly, his gaze first falling on Jane Fraser, who was sitting behind her desk with a face so gloomy it could drip water, and then being drawn to the corner of the stroller peeking out beside her.

He cleared his throat, trying to defend himself, "I don't think there's anything wrong with what I did. Look how happy Kane is. Fulfilling his little wish, isn't that a good thing?"

Just as Ernst and the other two were discussing their detailed plans for entering the sports industry, Kane suddenly pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a child.

Although it was Ernst's first time meeting Kane, he could tell in just a few minutes that Kane really liked Marvel.

Upon meeting Ernst, Kane launched into a long-winded explanation, enthusiastically recounting many classic scenes from Spider-Man comics. He spoke eloquently and even offered numerous plot suggestions to the film crew currently shooting.

Ernst, of course, didn't listen to the suggestion.

However, he extended an invitation to the other party, asking if he would be willing to make a cameo appearance in the Spider-Man movie.

It was this impromptu invitation that led to the scene being filmed downstairs.

Spider-Man tried to fly on a rooftop using his webs for the first time, but he didn't get it right and crashed headfirst into the wall below, a scene that was both embarrassing and hilarious.

Kane, who plays a bystander, witnessed the entire accident and made an exaggerated expression of pain that you could feel even through the screen, with his body language perfectly matching the scene.

"As his wife, of course I'm willing to grant his wish." Jane Fraser crossed her arms, her eyes filled with helplessness, but her tone still carried dissatisfaction. "But shouldn't you also consider the timing? At least wait until the nanny returns?"

Upon hearing this, Ernst subconsciously touched his nose, his eyes darting away.

Since Kane had returned, Jane Fraser felt that with him taking care of the children, she kindly gave the nanny a day off so she could go home and rest for a few days.

Now that Kane has suddenly been pulled away to make a cameo appearance in a film, and there's no one to look after the children, they naturally have to be left in Jane Fraser's care.

Fortunately, the little one is sleeping soundly now, with rosy cheeks and even breathing. If he were to wake up and start crying, she would probably go crazy.

Ernst was about to say something more to ease the tension when the door to Jane Fraser's office was gently pushed open, and a provocatively dressed figure walked in—Ernst's secretary.

"Boss, the people from Wells Fargo have arrived and are waiting for you in the small conference room." The secretary's voice carried a deliberate softness, and her eyes were full of allure.

Her outfit today was particularly eye-catching: a white shirt with a large collar, the neckline cut just right, neither too revealing nor too revealing, yet allowing a clear view of the edge of her purple bra, outlining her alluring curves.

She paired it with a simple yet tight-fitting bodycon skirt, which perfectly showcased her figure.

Her eyes were alluring and captivating; every movement and every glance seemed to silently tempt one to commit a crime.

To sum it up in Ernst's private words, it can be summed up in four words.

So incredibly provocative.

Her high level of education, coupled with the intellectual aura added when she wears glasses, is a perfect blend of sexiness and intellect. Anyone who sees her can't help but be moved, or even a little excited.

"Okay, you can go now, I'll be there shortly."

The secretary nodded obediently and turned to leave when she suddenly felt a light pat on her buttocks. The crisp sound of the slap was particularly noticeable in the quiet office.

However, there was no fear on her face. Instead, as if she were already used to it, she cooperated by slightly sticking out her buttocks, adjusting them into a more alluring curve, as if she wanted the other person to caress her better.

Unfortunately, the slap was fleeting, and there was no follow-up action.

A fleeting hint of disappointment crossed the secretary's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, swayed out of the office, and gently closed the door behind her.

After the secretary had completely left and the office door closed again, Jane Fraser's slightly mocking voice came from Ernst's side, "I don't know what women are thinking these days. A Harvard graduate, with a promising future ahead of her, instead of striving for it, is she just going to live a life of celibacy and do these underhanded things?"

She clearly remembered that Ernst's secretary wasn't wearing this outfit this morning; she was completely covered up.

Clearly, she had left her outfit at the company, waiting for Ernst to come and put it on.

Ernst turned around, his face an air of utter self-righteousness, as if Jane's doubts were utterly insignificant to him. "So what if she graduated from Harvard? Even with her high degree, can she earn $150,000 a year?"

The purchasing power of the US dollar is still quite considerable. There are still many white-collar workers on Wall Street who earn $3,000 a month. $150,000 is definitely a considerable sum.

Even among Harvard graduates, no more than 20% will reach this income level after graduation.

In the United States, more than 90% of college students struggle with heavy student loans, even those from wealthy families.

With daily expenses for food, clothing, housing, and transportation, plus the student loans that must be repaid every month, American girls are often more easily seduced by money than girls in other countries, and ultimately become slaves to money.

The term "free love" originated in the United States, but few people know that this seemingly romantic term was created simply to make it easier for ordinary men to accept the fact that their women had previously been mistresses of wealthy men.

Therefore, in the United States, there is no such thing as being kept by a sugar daddy. They euphemistically call this improper relationship "free love," using fancy words to cover up the sordid nature of it.

"Let's go, don't waste time here, come with me to meet the people from Wells Fargo."

Jane Fraser frowned deeply, got up, and followed Ernst out.

Before leaving, she specifically instructed her secretary to go in and check on her sleeping child.

As the two walked down the corridor towards the small conference room, Jane Fraser finally couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "What are the Wells Fargo people doing here all of a sudden? Is it something important?"

Ernst stopped at the elevator entrance, pressed the down button, and said casually, "I called them."

Upon hearing this answer, Jane Fraser almost lost control of her fist, wanting to throw a punch and teach this dismissive guy a lesson.

Isn't that obvious? If you didn't call them, the person who came in to give the message shouldn't have been your secretary.

Instead, her secretary would come in and report to her after receiving a call from the front desk.

Jane Fraser rolled her eyes, and seeing that Ernst was unwilling to say more, she didn't press the matter further.

Anyway, once we get to the conference room, all the answers will be revealed.

The elevator descended smoothly and quickly reached the fourth floor.

In the small conference room on the fourth floor, Ernst and Jane Fraser pushed open the door and walked in, where they were greeted by a familiar figure: Jamal Murray.

The other person stood up almost as soon as the door opened, a warm smile on their face, and greeted Ernst.

"Another Richard?" Ernst muttered to himself, but maintained a polite smile on his face. He stepped forward, extended his hand to Richard Kovacevich, greeted him, and introduced Jane Fraser.

After exchanging a few polite words, the two sides took their seats. The staff in the conference room served coffee and snacks and then quietly left.

Once everyone was seated, Ernst's gaze fell on Jamal Murray, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "Judging by your energetic appearance, it seems you've been promoted? Congratulations!"

Jamal Murray laughed even harder upon hearing this, unable to hide his joy, but he still humbly thanked him, saying, "It's all thanks to you. If it weren't for your continued support as a major client, giving me so many important results, I wouldn't have been able to become the general manager of the credit department so smoothly."

"That's your ability, it has nothing to do with me." Although there was humility in his words, Ernst's expression made it clear to everyone present that he was very pleased with the other party's compliment.

However, just as he said, this was indeed a demonstration of the other party's ability.

Although he provided Jamal Murray with a lot of support in business and offered him a large number of business orders, Jamal Murray was also a man who knew how to get things done.

Whenever Ernst or his companies applied for loans at Wells Fargo, regardless of the amount, Jamal Murray would proactively negotiate the most favorable interest rates for them, saving them considerable costs.

Moreover, Jamal Murray never stopped sending gifts during holidays and festivals. Although the gifts were not necessarily of high value, Ernst was very pleased with this constant thoughtfulness.

After congratulating Jamal Murray, Ernst shifted his gaze from him to Richard Kovacevich, CEO of Wells Fargo, sitting opposite him. His smile remained, but his tone became more direct, getting straight to the point without any beating around the bush.

"Let's not waste any more time. How much loan amount can Wells Fargo prepare for me this time?"

Richard Kovacevich and Jamal Murray showed no surprise whatsoever; they had come specifically to discuss the loan with Ernst.

But Jane Fraser, who was sitting next to Ernst, was shaken when she heard this.

If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, she probably would have blurted out her question long ago.

Ernst was not short of money at all; a hundred or two hundred million dollars was a piece of cake for him and not a problem at all.

But today, not only did Wells Fargo representatives come to our door, but they were also personally led by CEO Richard Kovacevich – quite a show of force.

Clearly, Ernst was raising a huge sum of money, no small amount whatsoever.

She didn't know where this huge sum of money would go, but she was certain that Ernst was about to make a big move.