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Chapter 641 Finally, a Compromise Was Made

Which young girl doesn't dream of love?

Ernst always thought that the "spring" in that sentence referred to the feeling of spring, the innocent stirrings of a young girl's heart, and the pure, hazy, and sacred first experience of emotion.

But in America, this spring turned into a spring of spring dreams.

"So, while I was having fun with those women in the room, with applause galore, you were eavesdropping outside the door?" Ernst's voice was playful as his gaze fell on the girl curled up on the bed in front of him.

"Hmm..." Annie's response was softer than a mosquito's buzz, almost disappearing into the quiet air of the ward.

Her cheeks flushed bright red, like ripe cherries. A sense of shame swept over her like wildfire, causing her to instinctively wrap herself tightly in the heavy blanket, covering herself completely from head to toe.

The air conditioning in the ward was set to the perfect temperature, but she felt her skin burning, her blood rushing wildly through her veins, and every inch of her skin filled with an indescribable heat.

The shyness and panic that came from the bottom of her heart made it almost impossible for her to breathe, and she could only bite her lower lip tightly.

Ernst looked at the slightly trembling figure under the covers and continued, "After you went back, you often dreamed about these things, and you always fantasized about me?"

This time, Annie didn't even make a sound or show her head; she didn't dare to see anyone at all.

Ernst, however, smirked and reached out to pull off the blanket, demanding an answer from her.

He had never understood why this woman suddenly seemed to have fallen in love with him.

It turns out I've never left her; I've been with her even when I was feeling lonely and dreaming.

He wanted to pull off the blanket and hear her answer.

But at that moment, the door was pushed open, and Daphne walked in and rescued Anne.

"Boss, Mr. Buffett is here."

"Really?" Ernst's eyes lit up, and his mood instantly improved.

She stood up, glanced at her hospital gown, touched the bandage around her ear, and asked, "How is it? No flaws, right?"

Looking at her boss's deliberately contrived state, Daphne didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Finally, she said helplessly, "If there had been less blood seeping from the bandage on your ear, I think it would have made more sense."

Ernst subconsciously raised his hand to touch the bandage by his ear, feeling a damp stickiness on his fingertips.

"Forget it, that old man Warren doesn't understand these things, he probably won't be able to tell."

If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way; the more miserable you are, the more convincing it will be.

"Then I'll go and invite Mr. Buffett in." Daphne nodded slightly, turned and left the ward, gently closing the door behind her.

Ernst then turned and walked to the makeshift hospital bed, sitting down and adjusting his posture to make himself look even weaker.

A moment later, the ward door was pushed open again, and Buffett walked in with a smile, led by Daphne.

After Daphne left and closed the door, the old man's gaze fell on Ernst. He noticed the bandage on Ernst's ear and his hospital gown, but showed no surprise or concern. Instead, he said with a hint of mockery, "You don't need to put on an act in front of me, do you? I know what you're thinking."

Ernst sighed, feigning grievance, "Warren, I was truly attacked and almost lost my life. Your words are very hurtful."

Ignoring his complaints, Buffett turned to Anne and asked, "You're Adam's daughter, aren't you?"

Anne had completely recovered from her earlier shyness. Hearing Buffett's question, she nodded curiously. "You know my father?"

"In our circle, isn't it natural for us to know each other?" Buffett said. "Besides, I saw him quite a few times when I was younger."

"At that time, he was a young man who was not yet twenty years old. He followed John Kennedy and was being groomed by the entire Kennedy family as the next generation of leaders."

"Speaking of which, I'm practically your father's mentor."

"Really?" Ernst's voice rang out from the side. He hadn't expected that the Boston Consortium had any connection with Buffett.

Buffett glared at him, annoyed, and said, "At that time, I was heavily invested in Berkshire Hathaway stock, and the plan was to profit from the difference between net asset value and stock price. The fund I was managing at the time had some assets from the Boston consortium."

"Besides Adam, who came to help under the guise of learning, several other young members of the conglomerates studied under me for several months at that time."

This is about connections, and it's what Ernst lacks most right now.

"What a lucky girl," Buffett said sarcastically, then looked at Ernst and teased, "Shouldn't you show some sincerity and share some with the Boston consortium?"

"This is my fiancée, and our love cannot be tainted by any self-interest," Ernst said righteously, as if making a vow.

Anne's cheeks flushed red again, and she lowered her head shyly, her fingertips gently twisting the hem of her clothes.

Upon hearing this, Buffett couldn't help but shake his head, a knowing look on his face. He casually teased, as if speaking to an old friend, "I only realized today that you're really shameless."

"I've heard that no one from the Kennedy family has ever been able to step inside the doors of this hospital."

Even Ernst, with his thick skin, felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

This time, Ernst dared to make Wall Street foot the bill and put pressure on the entire United States, and Anne's injury was also a key reason.

There were so many witnesses at the time; quite a few saw Anne fall to the ground. It was impossible to hide the truth.

Making trouble with Ernst was already a headache enough, but now the Boston consortium has been added to the mix.

He had a lavish meal this time, so it's inevitable that he'll share some with the Boston consortium.

However, he firmly held the power to decide how much to allocate and how to distribute it.

Massim arrived at the hospital early the day after the attack, but Ernst, like everyone else who came to visit or inquire about the situation, wouldn't let him in.

He knew very well that while the other party's visit to Annie was one thing, their main purpose was to get a taste of something lucrative.

However, Ernst thought there must be some fat ones, the kind with greasy mouths.

But he didn't want to give it to the Kennedy family; he wanted to give it to someone from the Kennedy family, namely Anne.

Once the two get married, this fortune will still belong to the Garfield family.

He understood this perfectly.

Buffett saw this, which is why he said that.

However, Ernst quickly recovered and retorted with a laugh, "We're in the same boat, you old codger, didn't you also eat your fill this time?"

"I'm not like you. I did the legwork," Buffett retorted seriously. "At last night's emergency Fed meeting, I put in a lot of good words for you. If it weren't for my intervention, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

"You?" Ernst's face showed obvious skepticism. "Are you connected to the internet industry?"

"I have no direct connection to the internet industry, nor do I invest in it," Buffett admitted, but then added, "But I have money."

He then recounted the details of last night's Federal Reserve meeting: "During the meeting, they asked Berkshire Hathaway if it would be willing to take some shares in the Internet industry, trying to stabilize market sentiment through my intervention."

"However, I firmly refused on the spot."

"They also consulted me, asking if I was 100% certain that if I chose to completely dump the shares, I could stabilize the current economic situation in the United States."

"I gave them a clear answer: it's simply impossible."

"It also stated that if you allow the market to crash, Berkshire Hathaway will withdraw from the stock market to avoid losses."

Ernst believed him, because the two of them were now in the same boat, sharing common interests.

"So..." Ernst raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Seeing his impatient look, Buffett smiled and said, "I think you can come with me to the Federal Reserve's discussion about Long-Term Capital Management tomorrow."

It's quite clear that Wall Street and the Federal Reserve ultimately compromised and paid the price for Ernst's attack, including previous clashes.

Tomorrow's Federal Reserve meeting is in their common interest.