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Chapter 603 Peacemaker

V-neck, cinched waist, bodycon.

These three words perfectly capture Monica Bellucci's fair and enviable bust and exaggerated waist-hip curves.

A perfectly tailored haute couture gown, with its impeccable design, made her the most dazzling light of the night.

The dazzling diamond necklace around her neck, with each diamond meticulously cut to refract brilliant light, perfectly complements the V-neck design.

The small, exquisite diamond earrings sway gently as the head turns, adding a touch of liveliness.

The gemstone bracelet on her wrist was warm and luxurious, complementing her fair skin, and the overall look was dazzling with jewels.

There was no need to make a purchase. For such a grand event that brought together the elite, major jewelers flocked to it, bringing out their most precious collections and trying every means to get her to wear them and attend, thus increasing the publicity and influence of their own brands.

Warren Buffett—that name alone says it all.

The reception he spearheaded was a premier event in the American financial industry.

The top banks on Wall Street, powerful investment banks and financial institutions, well-known insurance companies and large fund companies in the United States, and almost all the institutions that occupy an important position in the financial field were present tonight.

This gathering place is not just about immense wealth, but also about the power to shape the industry. Every attendee is a prominent figure in the American financial sector, and their every word and action can trigger a chain reaction within the industry. What other occasion could better showcase the influence of a jewelry brand?

Of all the fashion icons tonight, Monica Bellucci is arguably the one who best showcases the value of jewelry.

So Ernst joked that she might be the only winner at the party.

He made a brief appearance and pocketed nearly a million dollars in publicity and endorsement fees.

As they entered the magnificent venue, Ernst gently embraced Monica, who was still immersed in excitement. He noticed that her fingers, which were wrapped around his arm, were slightly stiff, and softly comforted her, "Relax, you've done a great job."

Monica lowered her head slightly, her gaze falling on her dress, and asked softly, "How am I feeling right now?"

The wind in New York was unusually strong today. When we got off the bus, the cold Atlantic wind brought a chill that ruined our carefully applied makeup.

Ernst smiled and looked her over. "Absolutely flawless. Tomorrow's headlines will surely be about the Italian muse conquering America's new generation of business leaders."

Her hourglass figure, accentuated by the form-fitting dress, was even more curvaceous and alluring. Coupled with her captivating charm emanating from within, even the seasoned reporters at the entrance couldn't help but swallow hard, their cameras clicking away in a flurry of clicks.

Monica looked up at him, a charming smile curving her lips, and scoffed, "Isn't this all for you?"

For me?

Ernst chuckled inwardly, deciding to assume it was for her own sake. It just goes to show that women are often willing to pay any price that most people can't imagine in pursuit of ultimate beauty.

Monica's figure is naturally voluptuous, but she never had such an exaggerated visual impact as today.

She has such a slender and tight waist thanks to the corset she wears, which is as tight as the corsets worn by medieval nobles.

When the stylist tightened her waist corset in the afternoon, Ernst felt heartbroken seeing the almost harsh restraint, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, just to present the most perfect look.

In her words, "Even if I'm not the legal wife, I'll let all the women tonight know that none of you are as good as Ernst's mistress."

As it turns out, the results were indeed achieved.

From the moment the two stepped out of the car, they instantly became the focus of the entire scene.

Monica glanced back and asked with some concern, "Was that really okay?"

Ernst's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain. "The best way to deal with a mangy dog ​​is to leave as soon as possible, so it doesn't bother you."

Monica chuckled and slapped his arm, muttering, "Only you would dare to call me that."

As they spoke, the two entered the hall. Ernst could feel that Peach's aura had instantly changed, as if she were a phoenix in full battle mode.

Countless gazes fell upon them, some admiring, some amazed, some envious, and some barely concealing jealousy. Monica's stunning beauty overshadowed the other women at the party; almost every man's eyes lingered on her for a few seconds, her irresistible charm unmatched.

"Ernst, you've finally arrived." A hearty laugh rang out, and Warren Buffett, with his signature friendly smile, strode over with steady steps.

This stock market guru remains as energetic as ever, with a wise and insightful look in his eyes.

When he saw Monica, a hint of undisguised admiration flashed in his eyes, and he said sincerely, "Your beauty tonight is simply breathtaking. You stole the show at the entire party."

Monica smiled elegantly and nodded slightly, saying, "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Buffett."

Although she appeared calm and composed, Ernst could clearly feel that the delicate hand gripping his arm was tightening slightly.

Clearly, the stock market guru's high praise filled her with both joy and nervousness.

Buffett turned his gaze to Ernst, his tone slightly teasing, "Ernst, you're quite an enviable lad."

This wasn't the first time the two had met; they had bumped into each other at two previous banquets.

Although we haven't met many times, each time we've had in-depth conversations and enjoyed each other's company immensely.

Interestingly, this renowned stock market guru, who enjoys a prestigious reputation in the global financial world, acted as a seeker of knowledge during their conversation, much like a humble and eager-to-learn primary school student.

He always proactively asks various questions about the internet industry, as well as Ernst's views and predictions about this emerging sector. A bubble?

Ernst admitted it.

He even bluntly told Buffett that when the bubble bursts, 95% of the internet companies on the market today will be eliminated by the market.

However, he also expressed great optimism about the future of the Internet.

However, his optimism was useless, and his inquiries were also useless. This stock market guru remained cautious about the internet.

Faced with Buffett's teasing, Ernst smiled and said softly, "If you want, you can have that kind of envy too. The number of actresses in Hollywood who want to get into Mr. Buffett's bed could probably stretch from the Hollywood Walk of Fame all the way to Beverly Hills. I'd be happy to introduce you to some."

Although Ernst made his fortune in the internet industry, and most of his wealth comes from his success in the internet field, his actions of founding iTech and spending huge sums to buy Bell Labs clearly demonstrate his emphasis on and optimism about the real economy.

Ernst strongly agrees with Buffett's statement that the real economy is the foundation of economic development.

Buffett picked up the champagne from the waiter's tray, and Ernst and Monica followed suit, their glasses clinking gently together.

Buffett took a sip of champagne, his gaze casually sweeping towards the doorway, and asked seemingly nonchalantly, "I heard there was a minor unpleasantness at the door earlier?"

Today's gathering, ostensibly a platform for industry elites to network and exchange information, actually has another main purpose: Warren Buffett, acting as an intermediary, is mediating disputes between major Wall Street financial institutions and Ernst.

Ernst maintained a calm smile and said in a flat tone, "They were all trivial matters, and they're in the past."

Just now, when they were at the entrance, Citibank CEO John Reed's car came out right behind theirs.

According to the unwritten rules of this kind of party, the guests' arrival times are slightly staggered, in order to allow the earlier guests ample time for taking photos and giving interviews.

But John Reed's car drove straight up to them almost the instant Ernst and Monica got out of their car.

After getting off the bus, John Reed walked quickly toward Ernst, putting on an exceptionally friendly and warm expression.

The purpose is self-evident.

The point is to send a signal to the outside world that there is no conflict between Wall Street and Ernst, and retail investors who hold shares in YueDong Games should sell them quickly.

Ernst didn't tolerate her at all. He didn't even take a picture, and like he was avoiding a plague, he turned around and put his arm around Monica and walked into the hotel.

Buffett gently shook his head and advised, "We are essentially the same kind of people, both helmsmen wielding the weapon of capital. We shouldn't attack each other; internal strife will only cause losses to both sides."

He didn't say what came next, but Ernst understood.

The ordinary people of America, the ordinary people around the world, are the pigs they raise, the food they harvest at will. Ernst shrugged, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness, "But I am the victor, and they haven't given me the respect I deserve."

It's not that easy to simply define this conflict as a pure short-selling act and then dismiss it hastily.

Ernst's implication was very clear: if Wall Street wanted to resolve the conflict and reach a reconciliation, it had to show enough sincerity; otherwise, there was no point in discussing anything.

Seeing this, Buffett stopped trying to persuade him.

He had fulfilled his duties as a middleman, and the final outcome was not something he should care about.

He patted Ernst on the shoulder and changed the subject, saying, "Come on, let me introduce you to some new friends, but a lot of people want to meet you tonight."

"It's an honor." Ernst smiled brightly, his expression softening, his previous assertiveness gone, as if he had suddenly transformed into a gentle and refined nobleman.