America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM...

Chapter 138. Going to the Olsen House

Eric told Peter and Chen Xing they could go home and got into the Olsen sisters' SUV.

boom!

As if afraid he might change his mind, Mary stepped on the gas and drove off before she even had a chance to fasten her seatbelt.

"Ouch!"

Due to inertia, Eric's head slammed directly into something hard.

"What's the rush? At least let me sit down before we start."

There was a bottle of red wine and a cosmetic box next to it.

"Is this the gift you prepared?"

"That's right, the red wine is for Garnett, and the cosmetics are for little Elizabeth."

Eric nodded without saying anything, but he felt that a 14-year-old girl really didn't need to use cosmetics. Youth is invincible, and isn't a face full of collagen more delicate than cosmetics?

A few minutes after the car drove off, Ashley suddenly unbuckled her seatbelt in the passenger seat, turned around, and climbed between the seats to the back seat.

"What are you doing?" Eric and Mary asked at the same time.

Ashley didn't care at all. With a strong push, she wrapped her arms around Eric and offered him a kiss.

"OMG! Is this why you made me drive? Ashley, you're so cunning! Stop it!" Mary shouted angrily.

However, they had already entered the main road, and there were cars all around them. No matter how angry or anxious she was, she couldn't stop.

In the event of a traffic accident, the Olsen sisters, both women, would be serving one husband, and the tabloids would certainly give the whole nation a glimpse into the situation.

"Ashley, stop it, no, I should say stop talking, this isn't right," Eric said, feigning modesty as he refused.

Mary was still there, so he had to appear passive and unwilling.

You see, I didn't strike first. I'm just a poor man who couldn't resist the temptation.

Even if there is some responsibility, it can only account for about 10%.

However, even as he shouted for her to stop, Eric's large hands continued to roam over Ashley's body, occasionally touching and stroking her, causing the girl to gasp for breath.

"Mmm, you're such a delicious little cake, I wish I could swallow you whole!" Ashley whispered in her ear.

Upon hearing this, Eric frowned. "Why does it sound so strange coming from you? It seems like I'm the older one."

"You're old, but you're a coward! You're a wimp!"

After making a sarcastic remark, Ashley took the initiative to bite the man's neck, like a lustful female vampire.

"Well, it feels good this way, but you'd better take it easy. I don't want Garnett and Elizabeth to see all those hickeys."

"And Ashley, have you been suppressing your feelings for too long? I never knew you were such a slut."

"That's right, you're like a filthy, slutty woman right now, it disgusts me!" Mary added fuel to the fire while driving.

However, these words did not hurt her at all; on the contrary, they made Ashley even more enthusiastic and excited.

Tsk!

In the driver's seat, Mary observed everything through the rearview mirror, feeling both angry and anxious.

"Stop right now! If you don't stop, I'm going to get rough, Ashley!"

But the more she threatened her, the more her sister ate.

Seeing that her threats were ineffective, Mary impulsively pressed the window open button, and the rear window immediately slid down.

Whoosh!

Just then, a motorcycle drove by, and even through his helmet, Eric could see the driver's puzzled and shocked expression.

Eric hurriedly rolled the window back up and snapped, "What's wrong with you? Don't you know where you are? Your license plate is registered with the reporters."

"If something really happens, passersby might not recognize me, but they'll definitely recognize you two. Are you looking for trouble?"

Mwah~~

Ashley suddenly looked up, and a strange bubbling sound filled the carriage.

Eric's initially serious criticism vanished instantly.

Shortly after, the SUV pulled into the garage, and the three of them got out after tidying their clothes.

"Eric, you've finally arrived."

"Hi, Garnett!"

Eric hugged the woman who might become his mother-in-law and complimented her, "You look younger and younger."

"Really? Hahahaha."

Garnettie covered his mouth and laughed happily, then said very seriously, "I've been doing Pilates. They say Pilates is more effective than yoga."

"Haha, then keep training! Ashley and Mary still need your guidance and companionship."

Garnett gave a disdainful look: "Neither of them would. Ashley and Mary have been independent since they were little, while little Elizabeth is more dependent on me."

"She's too young to drive right now, so I drive her to the film set every day."

"So, do you need to pick her up?"

"It's alright. Elizabeth knew you were coming to the house and specifically told me to prepare a big dinner. She can take someone else's car home."

Speak of the devil, and he appears! The door was suddenly pushed open, and a youthful and beautiful figure rushed in—it was Ao Mei, who was off work.

"Hello, little Elizabeth!" Eric greeted him with a smile when he saw him.

"Eric!"

Calling his name excitedly, Elizabeth's eyes lit up instantly. She dropped her schoolbag and ran over, leaping up and clinging to Eric like a kitten.

Since their trip to Dream Manor, their relationship has progressed rapidly.

Gadot habitually dismissed these intimate gestures, after all, who would take a fourteen-year-old girl seriously?

Look at that tender little face, and the figure that has obviously not yet grown up, highlighting the child's immaturity.

Her entire being is adorable, and her sex appeal is undeniable.

Eric picked her up and swung her around in circles before finally tossing her onto the sofa, where she giggled incessantly.

"Eric, it's so good to see you. Mary said you promised to come ten days ago, why did you only show up today?"

"Work, work makes you lose control of your own life!" Eric said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Really? You're the big boss, what could possibly make you helpless? I don't believe it!" Elizabeth shook her head.

"Hehe. Ordinary people have their own helplessness, and big bosses have their own helplessness. It's just that the things that bother us are of different degrees of difficulty."

Elizabeth stared wide-eyed with a puzzled expression: "What you're saying is too profound, I don't understand."

He pinched the collagen in her face and said, "If you don't understand, don't force yourself to think about it. You'll understand when you grow up."

She rubbed her hand against Eric's and nodded obediently, "Okay, so what have you been up to lately? A new movie?"

"Yes, MGM is preparing to film several TV series, but there aren't any suitable roles for you."

"A new project?" Ashley and Mary looked over like sharks that had caught a whiff of something.

"Don't watch it, it's not suitable for you either. It's a political thriller and a horror drama. You two should just finish filming 'Blue Is the Warmest Color' and I'll take care of the rest."

"Eric, what about me?" Elizabeth blinked her big eyes, launching an eye attack.

"A Quiet Place isn't finished filming yet, is it? You'll have to stay on set for at least another two months, and there aren't any suitable roles available."

"Elizabeth, go wash your hands, we need to get ready for dinner."

At this moment, Ganetti picked up the plates and began clearing the table.

"Okay, Mom."

Eric stood up and followed Elizabeth: "I need to wash up too."

The two went into the bathroom, and Eric suddenly noticed a pair of underwear and a bra lying on top of the washing machine.

He glanced at it and was already certain in his heart that it wasn't Ashley's or Mary's; the size was wrong, it was too big.

Although he had only exercised with these two girls once, he saw them every day while filming, and their sizes were already deeply imprinted in Eric's mind.

"Holy crap, is it Garnett? That's an eyesore!"

Eric muttered to himself and quickly lowered his head.

Seeing this, Olsen hurriedly threw the lingerie into the washing machine and explained somewhat shyly, "Sorry, I usually wash it myself, but I was in such a rush to get to the set today that I forgot about it."

"It's nothing, I often forget things too."

"Really?"

"Of course it's fake."

"Hate!"

One man and four women sat around the dining table, looking at the large spread of food. Eric asked in surprise, "Ganetti, did you make all of this?"

"Yes, I enjoy cooking."

"They smell amazing, I can't wait to taste them."

"Hahaha. You can eat it all, anyway, my daughter and I don't eat much."

"No, no, wait a minute, I have something to say." Little Elizabeth raised her hand.

All eyes immediately turned to her.

Elizabeth cleared her throat a few times, trying to appear mature, and raised her glass of juice, saying, "First of all, let's congratulate Eric on the box office success of 'The Purge'! The movie took the top spot last week, and I saw the reports—$45 million, even more than 'The Matrix Reloaded'!"

"Yeah!"

The three women raised their glasses, Eric laughed heartily, and everyone clinked glasses together.

After taking a sip of her juice, Elizabeth Olsen continued, "Then, for the second thank you, I want to thank Eric for the role that allowed me to appear on the big screen."

Boom!

Everyone clinked their glasses together again, and then Elizabeth sat down contentedly: "Okay, I've said everything I wanted to say. I hope 'A Quiet Place' will be a huge hit like 'The Purge'."

"Definitely," Eric said. "A Quiet Place is a relatively novel high-concept horror film. Audiences will find it refreshing and will naturally go to the cinema. I predict the film's box office will not be less than $1 million."

"Really?" Olsen exclaimed.

The little girl's dream movie, "Spy Kids," grossed about $1.4 million worldwide. If "A Quiet Place" can gross $1 million, then screw "Spy Kids."

"It's highly likely to be accurate. This is the result of multiple predictions by our analyst team. Just wait, Elizabeth, after the movie is released, you'll receive many film offers."

Upon hearing this, Elizabeth's big eyes immediately curved into crescent moons.

"And what about us? What's the projected box office for 'Blue Is the Warmest Color'?" Ashley and Mary asked at the same time.

These two sisters are often in perfect sync, no wonder they both like to sleep with Eric.

Eric shook his head: "Don't expect too much from art films. Our main goal is to win awards. If we can win a few Oscars, we can probably reach 60 to 70 million at the box office."

"What if we can't get it?"

"If we can't get it, the price will be significantly reduced; 20 to 30 million is the upper limit I'm giving."

"So little!" The two sisters immediately deflated.

Eric smiled and said, "Don't worry about the box office. I never intended for this movie to make money. Its real purpose is to help you sisters transition and get rid of the child star label."

"Removing this label will be very beneficial for future development and for Double Star Entertainment's performance."

At this point, Eric suddenly realized that he had been too busy lately and hadn't paid attention to the operations of Double Star Entertainment for almost a month.

"How are DoubleStar Entertainment's sales figures lately?"

Ashley cut off a small piece of chicken and put it in her mouth: "That's good, definitely more than last month. I'll get you a report when the data comes out in a few days."

"Hmm, the most popular products are still the Pink Panther fusion items?"

Mary exclaimed excitedly, "No, last month it was the Pink Panther, this month it's The Walking Dead! Eric, you should go check out the factory!"

"Right now, half of our production lines are producing The Walking Dead merchandise, especially clothing, shoes, toys, and cosplay props. Sales are fantastic."

"Sales this month should increase by 20%, maybe more."

"Didn't you just say you were going to produce a few more TV series? If you create another The Walking Dead, we'll make a fortune."

Seeing her excited expression, Eric thought for a moment and shook his head slightly: "The Walking Dead is a phenomenon and very unique. The zombie theme is destined to be universal and can cater to the tastes of the masses."

"Let me tell you, not to mention zombie clothes and shoes, MGM has already received royalties from major manufacturers, and Armani is planning to launch a zombie-themed perfume."

"There's also zombie beer, zombie games, zombie comics—it seems like zombies can be paired with anything."

"However, other TV shows and movies don't work. Even if they are more popular than The Walking Dead, political thrillers are not commercially viable by nature."

"It would be too difficult to develop another commercially successful work like this. MGM is currently producing an animated film called Frozen, but it won't be released for more than a year."

"What about Transformers? I saw the design video, it's really cool!" Elizabeth Olsen asked.

Eric chuckled and patted her head. "That belongs to Hasbro. MGM owns the film and digital rights, but Hasbro retains the production rights to the toys and related merchandise."

"hiss"

As they were talking, Eric's expression suddenly changed, and he instinctively squeezed his legs together.

"Eric, what's wrong?" asked the girl next to him.

Feeling the toes moving around his groin, Eric looked at the two sisters sitting across the table. Both of them were eating their meals with normal expressions, and for a moment he didn't know who was up to the trick.

"It's nothing, I just got burned."

"Then eat slowly."

"Yes, eat slowly, there's no rush," Mary said with a smile.

Eric glanced at Ganetti and unconsciously quickened his eating pace.

My wife's grandmother is dying, go check on her. One update per week.

(End of this chapter)