classifiedscript Delivering takeout in Chapter 230
Delivering takeout in Chapter 230
Chapter 230 Delivering Takeout Across a Thousand Miles
New York, Manhattan.
As September arrived, New York experienced an unusual period of continuous rain.
The key issue is that it's intermittent; apart from a slight cool breeze when it rains, it's quite stuffy and hot most of the time, like a natural sauna.
Last night's light rain finally gave this stifling city a breather. In the early morning, the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass, a rare and comforting feeling.
Ernst stood by the window, his gaze sweeping across the hazy sky outside. He thought to himself, "This is probably the most comfortable moment of the day. Judging by the nature of this weather, it's going to be another day dominated by heat and humidity."
"You're such an energetic bull, getting up so early today?" Connery's languid voice came from behind, two soft, boneless hands gently tracing his abs, as if exploring some treasure.
Ernst was amused by this little gesture and joked, "It really is a good field."
He turned around, his gaze falling on the naked Connery, and he couldn't help but sigh: This woman is getting more and more radiant these days.
Seeing her hand still lingering on his abs, Ernst added teasingly, "What? Want to check it out some more?"
Connery's cheeks flushed instantly. Her hand, which had been roaming over his abs, slowly moved up to his chest, giving it a couple of light pats. She said in a coquettish tone, "Why didn't I let you get away?"
The allure in his eyes was like a hook, making Ernst's heart itch.
He swept Connery up in his arms and strode toward the bathroom, his steps hurried.
The bathtub in the bathroom was already filled with water, the warm water carrying a faint fragrance.
Ernst carried Connery into the bathtub, his fingertips tracing her smooth skin, so comfortable that he couldn't help but close his eyes.
At that moment, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's really good to be rich!"
This statement is correct for both men and women.
Take Connery in his arms, for example. He had always heard people say that Westerners have rough skin and large pores, but none of the women he had met were like that.
Their skin was so smooth it looked like you could squeeze water out of it; if you touched them with your eyes closed, you couldn't tell if they were Asian or Western women.
Moreover, their flesh is particularly firm, clearly the result of regular exercise; it feels incredibly elastic and has an amazing texture.
This is the magic of wealth, or you could say it's the progress of technology.
After a brief silence, Ernst slowly broke the tranquility of the bathroom, "What made you suddenly decide to come to New York?"
Connery rested her head on his shoulder, her little hands still wandering restlessly all over his body, and said in a soft voice, "I'm here to thank you."
"Is it because of the box office success of 'There's Something About Mary'?" Ernst immediately guessed what she was thinking.
Just as Robert Iger said when he insisted on not pulling the film out of theaters, There's Something About Mary really did get carried away by Titanic, and it was a genuine positive impact.
The film grossed $1576 million in its opening weekend, which is only so-so. After all, it's not a big-budget commercial blockbuster; it's just an ordinary comedy. This result is already considered average.
But this comedy, by its very nature, had several perfect conditions.
Comedy films are already scarce during the summer movie season, and the huge audience brought by the creators of "Titanic" at the premiere made the film's box office curve somewhat similar to the exaggerated trend of "Titanic".
In the second week, "There's Something About Mary" actually reversed its decline. The box office not only did not drop in the three days of the second weekend, but the total box office also rose to $1914 million, and the box office for the whole calendar week reached $4087 million.
While these figures aren't exactly impressive compared to "Titanic," the fact that it managed to reverse the decline in the second week is quite surprising, and its subsequent box office performance has been remarkably stable, showing no signs of weakness.
Now, more than a month later, "There's Something About Mary" has grossed over $1.8 million at the North American box office and is still showing in theaters. It might even make a comeback.
The film has also performed quite well in overseas markets, with box office receipts exceeding $1.5 million.
Some organizations predict that the film's global box office will reach at least $4 million, with one organization even giving a high prediction of $4.42 million. This figure caused an uproar in Hollywood and on Wall Street.
It's understandable that "Titanic" made a fortune, after all, movies of this caliber only come around once every few decades.
Who would have thought that a low-budget comedy could rake in $4 million at the global box office, especially without any big-name stars?
It's worth noting that the production cost of "There's Something About Mary" was only $1300 million, and the original plan was to invest $700 million in promotion later. Even if there were some increases in the middle, the total investment would definitely not exceed $2300 million.
With a box office of $4 million, based on industry revenue sharing, MGM will earn at least $2 million. Adding in revenue from other channels such as DVDs and copyright licensing, the return on investment will be at least ten times.
This summer, MGM became the biggest winner with just two films, and with a commanding lead that left other film companies far behind.
The Wall Street institutions were filled with regret, beating their chests and stamping their feet, wishing they could go back in time and slap themselves twice.
Why didn't you grit your teeth and be a sucker at the Goldman Sachs cocktail party and accept Ernst's $75 billion offer?
Anyway, they've been ripped off by Ernst's companies more than once or twice, and now everyone except Goldman Sachs is regretting it.
Upon hearing Ernst's words, Connery half-sat up from his embrace, supporting himself with his arms, his eyes fixed on him, filled with tender affection. "Couldn't it be because I've fallen in love with you?"
Perhaps. Whether she loves him or not is hard to say, but judging from her recent state, she is at least becoming happier.
His gaze unconsciously drifted downwards, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
In his eyes, women never had the concept of whether they loved him or not.
If he thinks the other person is good, he'll keep them around. If the other person wants to leave, or if he gets tired of them, then the other person will never appear in his sight again.
Seeing that Ernst didn't speak, Connery pouted and gave a soft, dissatisfied snort.
But the next second, feeling Ernst's large hands roaming over her body, she immediately changed to a smug look, turned to lie in his arms, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"I just thought I might be very busy soon, so I wanted to see you now." Connery's voice carried a hint of grievance and a touch of coquetry.
Whether these words are true or false, they sound good enough to men and satisfy their sense of accomplishment.
However, Ernst knew perfectly well that Connery wanted to cling even tighter to his powerful backer.
It goes without saying that the movie "There's Something About Mary" not only proved Connery's acting skills, but also gave her box office appeal.
She'll definitely be getting a lot of film offers going forward.
In addition, with Flower Pictures' "Charlie's Angels" having passed MGM's investment review and scheduled to begin filming at the end of the year, she'll be very busy and won't have much time to please him, her sugar daddy.
As soon as he managed to squeeze out a little free time, he immediately flew to New York to deliver the goods to his door.
"How many days do you plan to stay?" Ernst asked.
Connery tilted his head and thought for a moment before replying, "About four or five days."
"That's perfect. You can be my companion for the next few days," Ernst said casually.
Connery's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was overjoyed.
Although she knew that in Ernst's eyes she was essentially still just a plaything, the fact that he took the initiative to bring her to events showed that her status in his heart had undoubtedly risen a few notches.
Appearing in front of the media alongside Ernst would bring her tremendous exposure—an opportunity many celebrities would kill for.
Ernst certainly thought so. He was very pleased with Connery's lack of competitiveness and arrogance; she was someone he liked very much.
So this can be considered a small reward for the other party, just like a pet owner feeding their pet.