classifiedscript Chapter 59 Falling Victim
Chapter 59 Falling Victim
Chapter 59 Falling Victim
When the yacht docked again, Ernst dragged his leaden legs and stepped onto the land with a weary expression.
"Do you need me to introduce you to a doctor?"
"Thank you," Ernst thought, unsure how to respond to Massim's concern.
As the youngest man there, the old man, while not exactly in high spirits, had a ruddy complexion after getting off the boat.
And him? He looked sickly, clearly overworked.
It wasn't that Ernst hadn't seen good horses; it's just that some scenes were too unforgettable.
As a result, now whenever he closes his eyes, those images involuntarily float into his mind, making him feel nauseous.
Ernst never expected that the Americans would also adopt these four ironclad principles of life.
But after 8 p.m. last night, everyone started to go their separate ways and do their own thing.
Some people returned to their stables with several fine horses, like Green.
Some people are clearly more captivated by the dazzling starlight of the night, just like Massim next to me.
Some people are also passionate about horse racing.
John and Viditch, perhaps because of their previously agreed-upon collaboration, had a high-speed, passionate exchange on the deck. The two old guys even kindly invited Ernst to join them, but he flatly refused.
I got back to my room, and as soon as I closed the door, there was a knock on it.
"Mr. Ernst, Mr. Green has invited you to his room, saying he has ideas to increase your investment share."
Ernst was wary, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of the dollar.
However, after entering the other party's room, Ernst still fell for it, and Massim's warning was in vain.
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You really understand how to leverage emotional value.
Ernst felt a chill run down his spine from the stare and, without a second's hesitation, turned around, opened the door, and fled for his life.
As the door closed, I could still hear Green's maniacal laughter coming from inside the room.
"Don't let me figure out your secrets, or I'll make you experience the joy of being a horse."
I was in a great mood, but now my whole day is ruined.
Looking exhausted, he returned to Monterey Park and saw Craig fly over with a slipper.
"What kind of look is that?"
Ernst is very sensitive now. He gets angry at Craig for his seemingly long-suffering resentment, as if he has been living a life of widowhood for many years.
"I treat you like a brother. I can even share Adrian with you. How come you don't include me when you have such a good thing?"
Ernst exploded, roaring, "I told you, I have absolutely nothing to do with that bitch!"
Adrian is the woman on Connie Avenue with the butterfly tattoo on her lower body who dislikes being restricted down there.
"Impossible!" Craig clearly didn't believe it, and his voice became much louder.
"His butterfly pattern is very subtle; it's okay, you won't be able to spot it."
Damn it, Ernst took direct action, not wanting to lower his IQ because of this idiot.
Not a single meal was wasted; his fat banknotes became Greg's best armor.
The fat man was perfectly fine, but Ernst was drenched in sweat and completely exhausted.
"I told you, you should have taken me with you, otherwise you wouldn't have been drained dry by those vixens. What are brothers? They're the ones who can step up when it matters."
With his hands on his lower back, Craig declared righteously and resolutely, "My back supports me in risking my life for my brothers right now!"
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Ernst really wanted to give him another good beating, but even this young body couldn't withstand two days and one night without sleep.
"Have you taken care of everything I asked you to do?"
When it came to serious matters, Greg's expression turned serious, and he patted his chest repeatedly to make assurances.
"Don't worry about me, the real show is about to begin."
Sinking back into the sofa, Craig rubbed his belly, which had been punched by Ernst the whole time. "There's something we need to be aware of, but I'm not sure if it's related to this."
Ernst got up, went into the kitchen, took two ice packs from the refrigerator, and threw them over.
"Tell me about it."
"No sooner had Willhofer ousted Iger at the board meeting than CVGI Capital received personal investments from Carlyle Group and Cochrane."
Seeing Ernst's puzzled expression, Craig continued to explain, "CVGI is a hedge fund that Wilhelm just established."
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Now I understand. No wonder Wilhelm dared to break ties with me like this. The reason of simply being on good terms with Cockley is not enough. This matter has always puzzled Ernst.
Now everything is clear: the MGM board could no longer satisfy the other party's appetite.
Not only is he a board member of MGM, but Will Holman is also a renowned professor of economics at Rice University, a top 20 university in the United States.
Now someone has promised to fund the creation of a hedge fund for him. It seems that the other party is not satisfied with his current position at all. Like all economists, he dreams of dominating Wall Street.
Ernst was surprised to find that Carlyle Capital had also gotten involved. This private equity fund, founded in 1987, had become one of the top VCs in the United States in less than ten years.
Behind this lies Carlyle's extensive political resources and connections. It's less a private equity firm and more a front man for a large number of high-ranking American officials.
Former President Carter's aide David Rubenstein, former Attorney General Griffin Bell, Energy Secretary Schlesinger, former Secretary of State's staff member Sassens, and others.
Behind the entire Carlyle Group are countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Washington, both former and current, some directly employed and others providing financial support.
This company, accustomed to its domineering ways and smooth sailing all along, was turned away by Ernst.
With Google's rapid development, more and more capital, large and small, is pouring into Mountain View.
However, Google is clearly not very enthusiastic about venture capital, including Carlyle Capital.
"Is this a warning shot, a show of force, or simply a way to retaliate because you can't stand it?"
He shook his head. No matter which level, Ernst was no match for Carlyle Capital now. He could only keep this grudge in mind for the time being.