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Chapter 547 IP 2 Arrives

As the clock ticked toward the end of November, New York, the city that never sleeps, finally welcomed its first snowfall of the winter.

The first light of dawn pierced through the thick clouds, and fine snowflakes fell as lightly as willow catkins, weaving a hazy white net that gently enveloped the withered branches and fallen leaves of Central Park.

The news about China Telecom remains a hot topic, with related reports appearing daily.

However, the core of this current buzz is no longer focused on the influence brought about by the dedicated line from China Telecom.

Much of the discussion focused on Ernst himself.

This tycoon, who is surrounded by many accolades, has already become a legendary figure despite having only been in the business world for a few years.

With a net worth of hundreds of millions, his wealth spans multiple core sectors including media, the internet, and technology, and his business empire extends to all parts of the world.

In the past, he was a media tycoon who controlled the MGM empire, a talented author, and an internet giant who led industry change. Since entering the business world, he has been like a darling of fate, always successful wherever he went. Every project he invested in has become a unicorn, and he has never failed.

Now, God is about to fall, and everyone is watching. Is he about to suffer his first Waterloo?

As the epicenter of the storm, China Telecom seemed to have resigned itself to its fate, making no move whatsoever.

The Federal Communications Commission's investigation, the Trade Commission's unfavorable report, the combined pressure from traditional telecom giants, the united front of Wall Street, and the overwhelming pessimistic commentary in the media—yet this tycoon remained unusually calm under this onslaught of questioning and pressure, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

No official statement was issued, no public relations measures were taken, and no proactive response was made to the investigation by regulatory agencies. They did not even assemble a legal team to drag out the lawsuit.

As many media reports have stated, it's something that's impossible to turn around, so they don't even want to struggle anymore.

"Are you still thinking about those worries?"

In a New York mansion, standing by the bed, I watched the snow falling outside. As far as the eye could see, everything was covered in white snow, with snowflakes dancing in the air, adorning the whole world in a silvery white.

Ernst felt the resistance on his back, accompanied by a lazy word of concern.

It is delicate, yet it doesn't stick to your teeth.

"How about we call Charlize and keep you company?"

Ernst was visibly stunned for a moment, then a smile curved his lips as he turned around and pulled the other person into his arms.

The two had just gotten out of bed and were both naked. They were about the same height, and Monica Bellucci's legs were incredibly long, so they were almost perfectly pressed together.

The initial excitement I felt, which had been building up because I was admiring the snow scene outside the window, gradually subsided.

But at this moment, holding Monica's graceful body, her unadorned curves, and the intimate embrace between them, reignited the dormant desire like wildfire. Monica also sensed the unusual change in Ernst, her cheeks instantly flushing a shy blush, like a ripe apple, her eyes becoming somewhat hazy, filled with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

Ernst, however, made no further move. Instead, he hugged her and jokingly said, "If Charlize comes, things might not be so simple for you."

Monica, however, seemed quite nonchalant, leaning against him and gently stroking his chest with her fingers. "This is fate. What's meant to be mine will be mine."

You know what, it really is fate.

Connery used to desperately want a child and went to great lengths to provoke Ernst.

But the result?

I have never been able to get what I wanted.

But now that woman is pregnant! Who can I complain to?

"Haven't you been running away from these things all along?" Ernst gently stroked Monica's long hair, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Ernst's women, let alone two phoenixes vying for the same phoenix, have not been without instances of three phoenixes competing for the same phoenix.

But Monica doesn't seem to be used to it.

The last time, and the only time, was with another resident of the building, Paris. There haven't been any since, and Ernst noticed that she seemed to be intentionally avoiding appearing in front of him with other women.

The Italian muse, born in a romantic country where extramarital affairs are no less prevalent than in France, is actually a conservative person in private.

This is in stark contrast to the sexy, charming, and alluring image she presents in front of the camera.

On camera, Monica is the goddess in the hearts of countless men around the world. Every look and every movement of hers exudes a fatal attraction, making her irresistibly sexy.

But off-camera, she is a woman who is somewhat traditional in Western values.

This is rare in the entertainment industry; in the European and American entertainment industries, it's as rare as a giant panda.

At their age, the fact that the two of them would blush and cover their eyes while watching adult films for entertainment was something Ernst had never expected.

It can only be said that the environment really can change a person. Under Ernst's protection, without having to worry about the backstabbing and dirty deals in the entertainment industry, he shed his outer shell and revealed his true nature.

Monica shifted her position slightly, wrapping her arms around Ernst's waist. Her breasts were squeezed out of shape as she greedily inhaled Ernst's scent before speaking softly, "But I'd rather you be happy."

Ernst was very kind; whether what he said was true or not, it made him feel very comfortable.

That's why he likes these women; they make him feel relaxed.

"You don't believe those things in the media, thinking I'm standing by the window feeling melancholy because of the China Telecom issue, do you?" "Isn't that right?" Monica looked up slightly, her expression puzzled.

"That's nothing, it's just a company worth several billion dollars."

A company worth billions of dollars, and this is just a casual remark, as if it were a trivial matter.

For Monica, and for 99.99% of the world's population, billions of dollars is an astronomical figure that is out of reach, a wealth that cannot be accumulated even in a lifetime.

It is enough to instantly elevate an ordinary person to the ranks of the world's top billionaires, and even enough to change the economic landscape of a country, driving countless people crazy.

But to this man, it was like trash, something he could easily get if he wanted it.

They say money gives men courage, and that's absolutely true.

Monica's eyes were filled with a dreamy look; she was fascinated and intoxicated by this ability to control money.

This is the charm a man should have—the kind of charisma that allows him to control everything while regarding money as dirt.

"But didn't the newspapers say that there's some kind of electronic payment dispute behind this, which could even affect the entire e-commerce industry and the future of the financial industry?"

"And then?" Ernst asked rhetorically.

"Does this mean PayPal wouldn't be the number one online payment platform without China Telecom?" "Does this mean Flashbuy wouldn't be an e-commerce behemoth without China Telecom?"

Ernst had many ways to strike at Bill, but he wanted to cut the Gordian knot and dominate the market before the dot-com bubble burst.

He hoped to dominate the entire internet industry before the dot-com bubble burst, so that he could free up his resources for his next major strategic move.

"What about Waterloo?" Monica didn't act like a mature woman at all. In Ernst's arms, she was like a little girl, a curious child.

"So what if it was Waterloo? No one in this world can be successful forever." Ernst pointed to himself. "Including me."

He never considered that everything he did had to be successful and that he had to control everything, even if he possessed precognitive abilities.

"Then why are you standing by the window so early in the morning..."

Ernst turned to look at the snow scene outside the window again. In just a short while, the snowfall had increased considerably.

If it was just light to moderate snow a moment ago, it has now turned into moderate to heavy snow, and is heading towards a heavy snowfall.

"I'm wondering what will happen to the IP address."

Monica then remembered that the highly anticipated second generation of the IP was officially going on sale today.

AiTech held a product launch event at the end of August, with the official release date initially set for October 1st. However, this date has been repeatedly postponed. The explanation given is that the release is due to technological upgrades, aiming to provide consumers with a more perfect product experience.

However, this has aroused various suspicions and doubts from the outside world. It is said that major technical flaws were discovered during the mass production of the second-generation IP, which is why the release date had to be delayed.

Various negative speculations have fueled concerns about the market prospects of second-generation IPs.

Today was finally the day the product was released, but then came this awful weather. Monica thought Ernst's worries were justified.

Is Ernst worried?

He wasn't worried.

What he wanted to know was how Amazon and Walmart would feel when they saw the second-generation IP.

Looking down at Monica nestled comfortably in his arms, Ernst raised an eyebrow. "You're not going back on your word, are you?"

"What did you say?" Monica looked at her blankly.

If it weren't for the fleeting glint of cunning in her eyes, Ernst would have almost been fooled.

"Should I make this call?"

"I didn't say anything, you're just imagining things." With that, Monica waddled away like a nursing rabbit.