America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM...

Chapter 121. Don't worry, someone like that will appear.

Plaza Hotel, New York.

Elena put down the phone and looked at Eric with amusement.

"My two poor nieces were manipulated by you. As their aunt, it breaks my heart."

Eric walked back from the French windows and snorted coldly, "I never believed your nonsense."

"What? You don't believe me?"

Eric thought to himself, "How can I believe you? Your actions and words are completely contradictory. What am I supposed to believe? Believe my head!"

If you were to actually send a letter with your head in your hand, this woman would definitely ask whether you want the big head or the small head.

"I believe you, I completely believe you, Elena. Thank you for everything you've done for me, isn't that enough?"

"Hmph! Such a reluctant look. I forgot to ask you something: what's your relationship with that Chinese mother and daughter you met at Flinders Restaurant?"

"It has nothing to do with me. I met him once when I went to China, that's all."

"Hmm? It's that simple? I sensed something different in that middle-aged woman's eyes; the way she looked at you was strange."

Eric clenched his fists speechlessly: "Elena, you work at a bank, not as a private investigator. Do you think you're Sherlock Holmes? Or does every woman who speaks to me have to be related to me?"

Elena crossed her arms and leaned against the pillow: "You little rascal, you never tell the truth. I'm not like that silly girl Mary, who was completely fooled by you."

"Hehe. I was able to fool them all thanks to your great help, Auntie."

"Then how will you repay me?"

"Haven't I already fed you milk? The doctor said mine is of very high quality, and it's good for your skin and complexion."

Elena licked her lips. She had to admit that Eric's milk tasted really good, with a sweet aroma of oranges and pineapple mixed together.

According to research, only a very healthy body, and a diet rich in fruit, can produce this slightly sweet-tasting protein, making it an excellent beverage.

She beckoned with her finger: "Come here!"

"I can't!"

"Come here quickly!"

"What do you want to do?"

"You're leaving tomorrow, so what do you think I want to do?"

Eric could only sigh, "Alas! In the end, I can't escape walking on the Dragon-Slaying Platform."

Reluctantly, he climbed onto the boat, held Elena in his arms, and began to explore with his large hands.

"What's your hurry! It's dry."

Elena slapped his fingers away.

"Let's finish this quickly and get some rest. I really have to go to Hasbro to discuss business tomorrow; it's already arranged."

"You want a quick victory? Then hurry up and help me out."

"Um?"

"I haven't heard enough. Continue telling me about your relationship with Ashley and Mary?"

Eric kissed her neck: "How come you have this kind of hobby? How come I never noticed before?"

"Because I've never encountered someone as wicked and greedy as you before. Hurry up, I can't wait to hear your story. Tell me how you got in!"

Elena raised her head slightly, muttering indistinctly, and as Eric narrated, her hands tightened their grip like iron clamps.

Every detail revealed made her even more excited.

Until a high-pitched shout, he felt as if he had reached the clouds and entered a new world he had never experienced before.

The next morning, after breakfast, the two kissed goodbye.

"Good job, little guy. Looking forward to seeing you again."

Eric waved his hand, signaling her to be quiet and that she could leave.

After watching Panamera drive away, I hailed a taxi and left.

As expected, Elena dragged him out of bed for extra food in the middle of the night yesterday. He knew this woman wouldn't let him off easily, otherwise why would she be all smiles this morning?

"These women are all the same, it's like they won't be satisfied until they've killed me!"

I did the math, and spent a few hours with the Olsen sisters early Friday morning.

I spent a few hours with Nicole on Friday night.

On Saturday, Elena's Ice and Fire Chef kept me up for half the night again.

Eric rubbed his kidneys, genuinely worried that he might suddenly die on the ship if things continued this way.

"It's so awful to say that!"

I sighed helplessly. What could I do? I could only blame myself for being too outstanding.

The women he attracts are all beautiful and have both good looks and social standing.

It's so hard to resist their temptations, and my brother is so hot-tempered, there's really no way to resist.

If it were someone like Sister Feng or Ru Hua, even if these women tried their best to show themselves off,

Eric would be lucky if he didn't give me a flying kick with an electric cannon; otherwise, this situation wouldn't have happened.

The car arrived in front of a mansion. To own such a house in an affluent area, the owner must be no ordinary person.

I walked across the lawn and rang the doorbell. A moment later, a young and pretty maid opened the door.

"Sir, who are you?"

Eric tilted his head and peeked through the crack in the door at Sergei Hasenfield, who was wearing a bathrobe.

The other person happened to glance over and recognize Eric, then hurriedly said, "Maria, get out of the way! You almost turned away my best friend!"

The maid hurriedly ushered Eric in, and the two hugged and patted each other on the back.

Sergei laughed heartily, "Eric, long time no see, you look great."

Eric kneaded his somewhat dry dough: "This is considered good?"

"Haha, I've seen plenty of gossip about you lately. Nicole Kidman, Gal Gadot, Reese Witherspoon, Evangeline Lilly, you're having a great time with them all, aren't you? You look like you're indulging in too much sex."

Eric shook his head slightly: "Sergei, you should read less gossip tabloids. They're all made up; there's not a single word of truth in them."

"Really? You have no connection with these female celebrities?"

"Of course not! It's not like MGM has to make a movie and the female lead has to have something happen between me, do you think I'm Harvey Weinstein?"

"What's wrong with Harvey Weinstein?" Sergei asked curiously.

"That guy... Hmph!"

Eric chuckled coldly: "Rumor has it that there's a red sofa in his office, specifically for having sex. Actresses who want a role have to lie down on that red sofa. Do I need to tell you what happens after they lie down?"

Upon hearing this, Sergei looked on with envy: "Your entertainment industry is really something else. I remember Weinstein was the boss of Miramax Films, right? It's not a very big company, but he can have such a comfortable life. It's really enviable."

Eric nodded: "Miramax may not be a top-tier company, but it has Disney backing it up. With Disney's financial support, Harvey Weinstein can certainly act with impunity."

"But it's not as exaggerated as you think. At most, he might try to take advantage of newcomers and minor celebrities, but he can't get his hands on big names."

"I heard that Angelina Jolie and Gwyneth Paltrow were both harassed by him before they became famous, but only the parties involved know whether they were successful."

Sergei was somewhat incredulous: "Really? Didn't Gwyneth Paltrow win an Oscar for Best Actress for 'Shakespeare in Love'? That movie was also produced by Miramax, wasn't it?"

"I remember the photos from the media at the time; she even posed for a friendly photo with Harvey Weinstein. The two seemed to have a great relationship, and there was no sign of reluctance on her part."

"Heh. Would you publicly contradict your uncle?"

Sergei immediately showed a look of deep agreement: "That makes sense now. Besides, with an Oscar-winning actress involved, even if it's a fly, you'd still eat it with a smile, right?"

"That's right. Actors, to put it bluntly, are tools for pleasing the public and capital. For better resources and awards, they'd be willing to eat flies, let alone flies!"

Sergei shrugged. "Hearing you say that, my positive impression of Kate Winslet is almost shattered. Is it like that with every actress?"

"I can't say for sure, there are no absolutes in the world, but for most people, I don't know Winslet and won't comment. Perhaps she's a pure white lotus that rises from the mud unsullied. You can continue to hold onto your fantasies."

At this moment, the maid Maria brought over two glasses of pale blue liquid, which looked somewhat cloudy.

Eric frowned. "What is this? It doesn't look like alcohol."

Sergei picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp, then pointed excitedly to his arm: "Of course it's not alcohol, it's a functional drink that I specially asked an expert to mix. Drinking one every day is very good for your health."

Eric's brow furrowed even deeper as he took a sniff.

"The taste doesn't seem very good? Are you sure this is a drink?"

"Of course, drink it. It will be beneficial for our next activity."

"What activity? You arranged takeout? That's not appropriate at your place, what if your wife comes back?"

Sergei snorted angrily: "Don't mention that woman. This is my home, not hers. She has her own house."

"We won't meet unless it's absolutely necessary. It's best if we each do our own thing and don't interfere with each other!"

Eric was somewhat surprised. When they last contacted each other, their relationship hadn't deteriorated to this extent. It seemed that Sergei had become increasingly distressed recently.

He patted Eric on the shoulder, picked up his drink and gulped it down; the bitter taste almost made him vomit.

"Dude, what exactly did you put in this?"

Sergei, on the contrary, laughed heartily: "Bitterness is just right. Life is full of such suffering. This bitterness can remind us not to forget our humiliation."

"Come with me, I've stopped messing around with women lately. It's gotten boring. I've found a new hobby, something much more exciting!"

As they spoke, the two arrived at the back hall. As soon as the door opened, a fighting ring came into view.

"Huh? What's this?"

Eric pointed to the ring in surprise.

"Then, this became my new hobby: sports in the ring are much more fun than sports in bed!"

Sergei tossed him a pair of boxing gloves, then changed his clothes and crawled inside.

"Come on up, Eric. Are you afraid of a forty-year-old like me? Look at your youthful muscles, come on up and have some fun."

Just then, the door to a room next door was pushed open, and several hot women in bikinis walked out.

They surrounded Eric and hurriedly helped him change into sportswear. Looking at the excited expressions of these women, one can only imagine how much they took advantage of him.

"Okay, let's play then, but I've never learned boxing and I don't know the rules."

Sergei patted his cheeks: "It's okay, I'm just starting out too. Just remember not to hit the face or groin, everything else is fine."

As he spoke, the old man began to move from side to side and slowly jump up: "Come on, Eric, put your strength into it! Only by really hitting out will you feel relieved!"

He launched his attack immediately after speaking, his fists raining down like raindrops.

Eric wasn't lying; he really hadn't trained, so he would dodge if he could, and if he couldn't dodge, he would try to block with his arms, but blocking everything was impossible.

The bikini-clad beauties in the audience were screaming and cheering, as if they were encouraging them.

This kind of play between friends certainly doesn't have a three-minute limit; they play until they can't play anymore.

A few minutes later, even through the boxing gloves, Eric still felt a burning pain all over his body.

But that was all. These few minutes of exercise had already exhausted most of Sergei's energy, and he was clearly exhausted.

After enduring the attack for a few minutes, Eric stopped holding back and started punching the man all over his body.

My back, chest, arms, abdomen, and even my buttocks were accidentally touched.

Finally, Sergei managed to retaliate a few times before being knocked down by Eric's punch, lying on the ring covered in sweat and panting heavily.

"A few minutes?"

"Almost nine minutes, sir! You've improved again," Maria replied.

Sergei laughed heartily, took off his boxing gloves, pointed to the side, and Eric lay down as well, his body also covered in sweat.

"How about it, young man? Isn't this sport interesting? Much more fun than in bed, right?"

"Yes, it was a really good experience. Although it didn't last long, I forgot everything in those few minutes. All I could think about was attacking. It was very exciting and perfect for venting my emotions."

"That's right, boxing is really great for venting emotions, you know? Boxing was especially popular in Germany during World War II because the war made everyone nervous and everyone needed a way to vent."

Eric asked thoughtfully, "Sergei, have you been having a hard time lately? Are you under a lot of pressure?"

Sergei did not speak.

"Let me guess, is it related to your uncle Allen?"

Upon hearing Allen's name, he waved his hand dismissively: "Don't mention that old guy. He's always going crazy, and a lot of people wish he were dead."

"Really? Are there that many people at Hasbro who hate him? Then why not vote to replace him?" Eric asked tentatively.

Sergey shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Allen is Hasbro's largest shareholder. Of course, it's not that the largest shareholder can't be changed or sidelined, but the company has been doing quite well under his leadership, and everyone is making money. Who would want to mess things up?"

"If a shareholders' meeting is really to be held to oust Allen, who will take the lead? Who can guarantee that they will do a better job than Allen after taking over? Who can earn more money than Allen?"

"Just like those celebrities in the entertainment industry you just mentioned, even if it's a pile of poop, as long as it's wrapped in a layer of chocolate, it becomes exquisite poop, and people are still willing to eat it."

After a pause, Eric slowly asked, "If a capable person can compete with Allen for shares, would Hasbro's other shareholders choose that person?"

Upon hearing this, Sergei laughed heartily: "Don't joke around, where would you find someone like that? Among the company's individual shareholders, my shareholding ratio is already the second highest, but it's still far behind Allen's."

"Some hidden investment institutions may hold more shares than Allen, but what they want is profit. As long as Allen can create value, why replace him? The remaining retail investors in the market are even less likely to do so."

"If such a person really appeared, I would be happy to help him; I've had enough of that old man!"

Regardless of whether Sergei's answer was true or false, Eric was happy to see his emotional dissatisfaction, which at least showed that Hasbro was not a united front.

He helped Sergei up and comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, someone like that will appear."

(End of this chapter)