Chapter 121 121. Don’t worry, such a person will appear.

The Plaza Hotel, New York.

Elena put down the phone and looked at Eric with playful eyes.

"My two poor nieces were played around by you. As an aunt, I feel very sad."

Eric walked back from the floor-to-ceiling window and snorted coldly, "I believed your lies."

"Why? You don't believe it?"

Eric thought to himself, how can I believe it? Your actions are completely contrary to what you say. What do you want me to believe? The head! If I really want to believe it, this woman will definitely ask whether she wants the bigger head or the smaller head.

"I believe you, I believe you very much, Elena. Thank you for everything you have done for me. Isn't that enough?"

"Humph! You look so reluctant. I forgot to ask you something. What's your relationship with the Chinese mother and daughter you met at Flindale Restaurant?"

"There is no relationship. I met him once when I went to China, that's all."

"Hmm? Is it that simple? I saw something different in the eyes of that middle-aged woman. There was something wrong with the way she looked at you."

Eric clenched his fists speechlessly: "Elena, you work in a bank, not a private detective. Do you think you are Sherlock Holmes? Or does any woman who has spoken to me have to have a relationship with me?"

Elena leaned on the pillow with her arms folded across her chest: "You little guy, there is not a word of truth in your mouth. I am not that silly girl like Mary who was fooled by you."

"Haha. I was able to deceive them, all thanks to your great help, my aunt."

"Then how are you going to repay me?"

"Haven't I fed you milk? The doctor said my milk is of high quality and can be used to beautify and nourish your skin."

Elena licked the corner of her mouth and had to admit that Eric's milk tasted really good, with a sweet scent mixed with orange and pineapple.

According to research, only a very healthy body that eats more fruits can produce this slightly sweet protein, which is a good drink.

She hooked her finger: "Come here!"

"I can't!"

“Come here quickly!”

"What do you want to do?"

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

Eric could only sigh: "Alas! After all, I can't avoid going to this dragon-slaying platform."

He climbed onto the boat reluctantly, held Elena in his arms, and began to explore with his big hands.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's dry."

Elena slapped his fingers away.

"Make it quick and get some rest. I really need to go to Hasbro to discuss business tomorrow. I've already made an appointment."

"You want a quick solution? Then help me."

"Um?"

"I haven't heard enough. Go on and tell me what happened between you, Ashley, and Mary?"

Eric kissed her neck. "Why do you have this hobby? Why didn't I notice it before?"

"Because I've never met someone as bad and greedy as you before. Hurry up, I can't help but want to hear you talk. Tell me how you got in!"

Elena raised her head slightly, mumbling something incoherent. As Eric spoke, a pair of hands tightened around her like an iron clamp.

Every detail revealed made her more excited.

Until a loud cry was let out, and the whole person seemed to have reached the clouds and entered an unprecedented new world.

The next morning, they kissed goodbye after breakfast.

"Little guy, you did a good job last night. I look forward to our next meeting."

Eric waved his hand, signaling her to stop talking and leave.

After watching the Panamera go away, he hailed a taxi and left.

As expected, he was woken up by Elena for a snack in the middle of the night yesterday. He knew that this woman would not let him go easily, otherwise how could he be so happy in the morning.

"These women are all the same. They won't give up until they put me to death!"

Counting it down, I spent a few hours with the Olsen sisters early Friday morning.

Spent a few hours with Nicole on Friday night.

On Saturday, Elena's Ice and Fire Magic Chef kept messing with me for half the night.

Rubbing his kidneys, Eric was really worried that if he continued like this, he might suddenly die on the boat.

It's so embarrassing to tell it to others!

I sighed helplessly, but what can I do? I can only blame myself for being too good.

The women he attracts are all beautiful women with both good looks and good status.

It was so difficult to resist their temptation, and I was so angry that there was nothing I could do.

If it were someone like Feng Jie or Ruhua, even if these women tried their best to show themselves off.

It's good enough that Eric didn't kick me with an electric cannon. I guarantee that the current situation won't happen.

The car arrived in front of a mansion. The owner was no ordinary person as he could own such a house in a wealthy area.

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

"Sir, who are you?"

Eric tilted his head and saw Sergei Hassenfeld in his pajamas through the crack in the door.

The other person also happened to take a look and found that it was Eric, and hurriedly said: "Maria, get out of the way, you almost shut out my best friend."

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

Sergei laughed and said, "Eric, long time no see, you look really good."

Eric pinched his dry face and said, "Is this good?"

"Hahaha, I've seen a lot of gossip about you recently. Nicole Kidman, Gal Gadot, Reese Witherspoon, Evangeline Lilly, you look so comfortable hugging each other. It's obvious that you've indulged yourself in excessive sexual activities."

Eric shook his head slightly: "Sergey, you should read less gossip tabloids. They are all fabricated and there is not a single word of truth in them."

"Really? You have nothing to do with these female stars?"

"Of course not! It's impossible that if MGM makes a movie, the heroine must have something to do with me. Do you think I'm Harvey Weinstein?"

"What happened to Harvey Weinstein?" Sergey asked curiously.

"This guy. Huh!"

Eric sneered a few times: "Rumor has it that there is a red sofa in his office, which is specially used for sex. If an actress wants to get a role, she must lie down on the red sofa. Do I need to tell you what will happen after lying down?"

Hearing this, Sergei showed an envious look: "Your entertainment industry is still good. I remember Weinstein was the boss of Miramax Films. It's not a big company, but he can play so comfortably. It's really enviable."

Eric nodded. "Although Miramax is not first-rate in scale, it is backed by Disney. With Disney's financial support, Harvey Weinstein is of course unscrupulous."

"But it's not as exaggerated as you think. At most, he can take advantage of newcomers and small stars. He can't take advantage of 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 or not."

Sergey was a little bit incredulous: "Is this true? Didn't Gwyneth Paltrow win the Oscar for Best Actress for Shakespeare in Love? This movie is also from Miramax, right?"

"I remember the photos in the media at the time. She was photographed with Harvey Weinstein in a friendly manner. The relationship between the two seemed very good, and there was no reluctance at all."

"Hehe. Would you contradict your uncle in public?"

Sergey immediately showed an expression of deep agreement: "That makes sense. What's more, with the support of an Oscar-winning actress, even if it's a fly, we should eat it with a smile, right?"

"That's right. Actors, to put it bluntly, are tools to please the public and capital. For the blessing of good resources and awards, many people are willing to eat even the defense, not to mention flies!"

Sergey shrugged. "Hearing what you said, my filter for Kate Winslet is about to be shattered. Is it the same for every actor?"

"I can't say for every one of them. Nothing is absolute in the world, but for the most part, I don't know Winslet, so I won't comment on her. Maybe she is a pure white lotus that has emerged from the mud without being stained. You can continue to keep your fantasy."

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At this time, the maid Maria brought over two cups of light blue liquid that looked a little turbid.

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

Sergey picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. He pointed to his arm excitedly and said, "Of course it's not alcohol. This is a functional drink that I specially asked an expert to mix. Drinking one cup a day is very good for your health."

After smelling it, Eric's frown deepened.

"It doesn't taste good? Are you sure it's a drink?"

"Of course, drink it. It will be beneficial to our next activities."

"What activity? Did you arrange for takeout? It's not appropriate at your house, 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."

"Now, unless it is necessary, we two will not meet. It is best for everyone to have fun on their own and not interfere with each other!"

Eric was a little surprised. When they contacted each other some time ago, their relationship had not deteriorated to this extent. It seemed that Sergei had become increasingly sad recently.

Patting his shoulder, Eric picked up the drink and drank it in one gulp. The bitter feeling almost made him vomit.

"Dude, what the hell did you put in this?"

Sergei smiled happily instead: "It's okay to be bitter, life is such a pain, this bitterness can remind us not to forget our humiliation."

"Come with me, I don't play with women recently. It's boring. I found a new hobby, which is more exciting!"

As they were talking, the two came to the back hall. When the door opened, they saw a fighting arena.

"Hmm? What are you doing?"

Eric pointed at the ring in surprise.

"And so, this is my new hobby, exercise in the ring is much more fun than exercise in bed!"

Sergei threw a pair of boxing gloves over, changed his clothes and went in.

"Come on up Eric, are you still afraid of a forty-year-old middle-aged man like me? Look at your young muscles, come up and play with us."

At this time, the door of a room next door was pushed open, and several hot girls in bikinis walked out.

They surrounded Eric and hurriedly changed his sportswear for him. Looking at the excited expressions of these women, he had no idea how much he was being molested.

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

Sergei patted his cheek and said, "It's okay. I've just started learning too. Remember not to hit the face or below, and everything else will be fine."

As he spoke, the old man began to move left and right and slowly jumped up: "Come on, Eric, use your strength. Only when you really hit it out, you will get relief!"

After saying this, he launched an attack, punches coming like raindrops.

Eric didn't lie, he really had never practiced, so he dodged if he could, and if he couldn't dodge, he tried to block with his arms, but it was impossible to block everything.

The bikini beauties in the audience screamed and yelled as if to cheer them on.

When playing this kind of game between friends, there is definitely no three-minute limit. You play until you can’t fight anymore.

After a few minutes, Eric felt a burning pain in his body even through the gloves.

But that was all. The exercise in the past few minutes had already consumed most of Sergei's energy, and he was visibly exhausted.

After holding out for a few minutes, Eric stopped being polite and started swinging his fists at the other person's entire body.

The back, chest, arms, abdomen, and even the buttocks were accidentally hit.

Finally, Sergey fought back a few times, but was knocked down by Eric's punch. He lay on the ring covered in sweat and gasping for breath.

"How many minutes?"

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

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

"How about this, young man? Isn't this sport fun? It's much more fun than in bed."

"Well, it was indeed a very good experience. Although it didn't last long, I forgot everything in those few minutes. The only thing in my mind was the idea of ​​attacking. It was very exciting and very suitable for venting emotions."

"Yes, boxing is a great way to vent your emotions, you know? Boxing was very popular in Germany during World War II because the war made everyone nervous and everyone needed a way to vent."

Eric thought for a moment, "Sergey, have you been having a bad time lately? Are you under a lot of pressure?"

Sergei said nothing.

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

When he heard Alan's name, he waved his hand in annoyance: "Don't mention that old guy, he always likes to go crazy, and many people wish he would die sooner."

"Really? Do so many people in Hasbro hate him? Then why not vote to replace him?" Eric asked tentatively.

Sergey shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Alan is Hasbro's largest shareholder. Of course, it's not impossible to change the majority shareholder, and it's not impossible to sideline him. It's just that the company is developing well under his leadership. Everyone is making money. Who would be willing to mess around?"

"If we really have to call a shareholders' meeting to kick Allen out, who will take the lead? Who can guarantee that they will do better than Allen after taking over? Who can guarantee that they will make more money than Allen?"

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

After a pause, Eric slowly asked, "If a capable person can compete with Allen for shares, will other shareholders of Hasbro choose this person?"

Hearing this, Sergei laughed out loud: "Don't be ridiculous, where can I find such a person? Among the company's individual shareholders, my shareholding ratio is already the second highest, but it is still far behind Allen."

"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 appears, I will be happy to help him. I have had enough of that old guy!"

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

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

(End of this chapter)