classifiedscript Chapter 146 Exclusive Pendant
Chapter 146 Exclusive Pendant
Chapter 146 Exclusive Pendant
Ernst spent three days at Paul's farm, and on the night he returned to Los Angeles, he was completely engulfed by a blazing sun.
This blazing sun is different from the scorching sun in the sky; it's all about soft, white skin.
In the master bedroom of the mansion in Hidden Mountain City, deafening barking echoed incessantly.
Now that mansion has become Ernst's longest-staying residence, Liu Huiying, along with her two dogs, naturally moved in as well.
In the master bedroom, Rowe and Ron, who have grown quite a bit, are standing by the bed barking incessantly.
Their eyes were full of vigilance as they stared intently at the intruder on the bed.
If the screams hadn't come from the perpetrator himself, those two dogs probably would have already leaped onto the bed and started tearing him apart.
Ernst was already used to this; ever since Google's Series A funding round was successful, the thoughts of the women around him had all undergone subtle changes.
In the past, even if Connery's legs were so weak she could barely stand, she would still force herself to move to the bathroom to tidy up. But now she was sitting firmly in her seat.
Ernst stroked the other's soft body and asked thoughtfully, "How did you know I was coming back today?"
He arrived in Los Angeles in the afternoon, and this woman appeared at his house as if she were on a stopwatch right at dinner time. It was too much of a coincidence, and he didn't believe that such a coincidence was possible.
"Perhaps it's a meeting of minds, or maybe it's fate." Connery's voice was languid and weak.
He didn't believe such nonsense, reached out and pinched her, staring intently at her.
Connery was somewhat intimidated by Ernst's gaze, but eventually revealed the truth.
It turns out that she had been pestering Liu Huiying all this time, asking Liu Huiying to teach her cooking.
Today, as usual, I called Liu Huiying to arrange to go grocery shopping, but the reply I received was that I couldn't teach today. Connery immediately guessed that Ernst must have come back.
These Hollywood actresses who have made it big are all incredibly shrewd.
No wonder people say that smart women either go into politics or the entertainment industry; their wits are unmatched by most people.
Learning to cook? Even Ernst suspected the other party's motives.
However, he didn't care about her little tricks. Anyway, she was just offering herself up, so he could call her and dismiss her at will.
After a moment of silence, Connery probably felt it was about time, so he got up from the bed and obediently went to run a bath for Ernst.
The master bathroom was exceptionally spacious. As Ernst lay down in the enormous bathtub, Connery, who had already washed up, stepped in and snuggled into his arms.
"I heard you're quite close to Drew?" Connery asked softly.
Ernst, who had his eyes closed, slowly opened them and looked at the woman in his arms who was drawing circles on his chest with her hand, asking her what she meant.
"Could you talk to her for me and get me a role in her next movie?" Connery asked with a hint of anticipation.
Ernst then remembered that Drew's Flower Films had been listed for half a year, and its first film was almost finished, scheduled to be released by MGM in October. Moreover, MGM had also invested in the film.
Unexpectedly, before the first movie was even released, the preparation for the second movie had already been put on the agenda.
"What's the name of that movie?" Ernst asked casually.
"Charlie's Angels," Connery replied.
Ernst frowned slightly, not expecting that Drew had started the film company ahead of schedule, and that the production of this film had also been brought forward.
"This movie is based on the previous ABC TV series 'Charlie's Angels,' and Drew has already acquired the film and television adaptation rights. My team is very optimistic about this story, and given that it's a big production, so—" Connery's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he spoke, clearly intending to use his influence to secure the role.
However, if she wants to get the role, she really has to ask for it herself.
Ernst had previously instructed Robert Iger to give Flower Pictures as much freedom as possible regarding their collaboration, so MGM generally wouldn't interfere unless major problems arose.
Ernst lay in the bathtub, continuing to rest with his eyes closed.
Connery didn't rush him; he even picked up a towel and helped him wipe his body.
She knew that the fact that the other party hadn't verbally refused meant there was a chance, or even that they had basically agreed.
What she needs to do now is to serve him well.
Ernst always felt that her service was a bit improper.
Dongguan?
Looks like I'm destined for another night of hard work.
The next day, when Ernst sat in MGM's office, Robert Iger was already used to the chairman's elusive nature.
In the MGM CEO's office, Ernst nodded his thanks to the secretary for the coffee and casually asked, "I heard you went to participate in a triathlon?"
Ernst couldn't be more satisfied with the CEO he had chosen.
If self-discipline had a synonym, Robert Iger would definitely be one.
This guy gets up at 4:15 every day without fail and works out every day, regardless of holidays or vacations, year after year, just like a wound-up robot.
Robert Iger laughed happily and said with pride, "Although it took a long time, I finished it. This is my first time completing a long-distance triathlon."
Ernst thought the guy was a freak after hearing this, and even doubted which of the two was the reborn person.
Triathlon is a sport that combines swimming, cycling, and running, and it is an extreme test of an athlete's physical strength and willpower.
In the 70s, a group of sports officials in Hawaii, USA, debated which sport was the most challenging and tested a person's will and physical ability.
Commodore John Collins of the United States Navy proposed that whoever could swim 3.8 kilometers in the ocean, cycle 180 kilometers, and run a 42.195-kilometer marathon in a single day without stopping was the true Ironman.
This is the origin of the triathlon.
However, the competition distance proposed by John Collins was an impossible task for most people, which led to the classification of levels.
Triathlons are mainly divided into four categories: short distance, Olympic distance, long distance, and ultra-long distance.
Robert Iger said that the long-distance triathlon is more difficult than the Olympic level, requiring athletes to swim 4 kilometers, cycle 130 kilometers, and run 30 kilometers.
Even completing just one of the three tasks would be a remarkable achievement, let alone completing all three.
At nearly fifty years old, Ernst felt he definitely couldn't do a long-distance triathlon; in fact, he didn't even need to think about it—he absolutely couldn't complete it.
"I think you should try this sport too, after all, you have so many women," Robert Iger suggested with a smile.
"Besides improving your physical health, the feeling of exhilaration throughout your body after a race is absolutely wonderful."
Seeing the other person's blissful expression, Ernst raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "Full body pleasure? I might as well just find a woman, that would save me so much trouble."
"By the way, I heard Drew's company has greenlit its second film?" Speaking of women, Ernst remembered Connery's request from last night.
Even if it's just a plaything that's been with him for so long, he's still willing to lend a hand with this insignificant favor.
"That's right, the script provided by Flower Pictures is very good. We're currently making final revisions, and once the final script is finalized, we should assemble the behind-the-scenes team," Robert Iger replied.
"However, this film has a very high budget, exceeding $80 million, making it a truly big-budget production. Whether MGM will invest, and how much, depends on the performance of Flower Pictures' first film, which will be released in October."
At this point, Robert Iger's gaze fell on Ernst's face, and he asked with a hint of doubt, "Did they contact you?"
The fact that the other party told him that MGM should not interfere too much with Flower Films shows that the relationship between the two is not ordinary.
Ernst shook his head. "No, but if the movie gets greenlit, we can reserve a role for Jennifer Connelly."
Robert Iger rolled his eyes, understanding dawning on him: he was here to get a role for his mistress.
Ernst's signature accessory—who in Hollywood doesn't know this slightly discriminatory nickname these days?
However, as Ernst's wealth, status, and influence continued to rise, just as many women who once scorned Connery now envied her and wished they could replace her.
Even if it's just a lover, she's found the strongest and most powerful thigh to cling to, which is better than them climbing into the beds of all sorts of people for a role.
Robert Iger smiled wryly and said, "Alright, since you've brought it up, I'll put in a good word with Flower Pictures. But speaking of which, Drew has pretty high standards for casting, so whether Connery passes the audition ultimately depends on her own performance."
Ernst nodded and said nothing more.
The two then discussed other recent business activities of MGM, and Robert Iger gave a detailed report on each one.
Ernst listened attentively, occasionally offering his own opinions and suggestions.
Although he didn't come to the company often, he still had a good understanding of how MGM was operating.
As we chatted, it became lunchtime.
Robert Iger glanced at the time and suggested, "Shall we go for lunch? There's a really good restaurant near the office."
Ernst looked at the other person with suspicion. "You're treating?"
Robert Iger nodded. "Of course."
This time it was Ernst's turn to be surprised. "I didn't expect the miser to actually give me a piece of his mind, so I have to do him the honor."