freenovelworld Chapter 78 The Man All of America Envy
Chapter 78 The Man All of America Envy
Chapter 78 The Man All of America Envy
Having decided to build a television network, Ernst plunged headlong into Playboy Manor, not leaving for a whole week.
As time went on, rumors began to circulate that Ernst was going to create a new show for Playboy, and gradually, many newspapers published related reports.
One of the more controversial headlines was particularly eye-catching: "A TV Show or a Concubine Selection?"
"According to insiders, the pre-production filming of this show will be conducted entirely at Playboy Estate. A key point is that, when it is late at night, apart from the estate's own support staff and security personnel, there are no other men in the estate, with Ernst being the only exception."
The manor has over a hundred beautiful women, but only one man: Ernst. He is young, wealthy, and incredibly helpful to these women's careers.
What does it mean to be surrounded by wolves? It means that every woman who looks at Ernst must have her eyes light up.
In this situation, the Los Angeles reporters kept conjuring up various images in their minds, and no one cared about the program itself anymore.
Some reports even claim that Hugh Hefner has already relinquished his scepter, and what is taking place at Playboy Estate is merely a power transfer ceremony.
However, because Ernst remained secluded and his staff had signed confidentiality agreements and could not disclose too much information, the media were unable to obtain more detailed information.
But this did not stop them from indulging in rich fantasies. It is said that a tabloid even wrote a story about Ernst and the beauties that was impossible to tell, and it sold like hotcakes.
"Hey buddy, take a picture of you."
By the pool, Ernst lay comfortably on a lounge chair on the lawn, enjoying the warm sunshine.
The weather in Los Angeles today is exceptionally pleasant, with a gentle breeze and temperatures hovering around 20 degrees Celsius, making it so comfortable that one just wants to linger there.
If it weren't for the fat man's voice in his ear, Ernst probably would have been able to fall asleep peacefully.
"What are you doing?"
When Ernst opened his eyes and saw the scene before him, he was startled and jumped up from the recliner.
Craig was caught off guard by his sudden reaction and involuntarily took a big step back.
"What's wrong with you?"
Ernst glanced at the camera in Craig's hand, then looked down at his perfectly intact clothes, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
I've been taking photos of the little girls these past few days, and seeing a camera suddenly made me a little sensitive.
"What are you doing carrying around that old camera? It startled me."
Craig didn't take Ernst's reaction and outburst seriously; that was how the two usually interacted.
"Hey buddy. You have no idea how much a single photo of your face is worth right now."
"Fifty thousand dollars!" Craig exclaimed dramatically, stretching out one hand with exaggerated movements, his five fingers almost touching Ernst's face.
"Some media outlets offered a $50,000 reward for a single, three-day-old, front-facing photo of you. I felt like I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't take the money; even Jesus wouldn't forgive me."
He raised his camera and said, "Help me take a picture of you in a cool pose."
"You're crazy," Ernst said, lying back down. "Don't bother me unless it's important. I have work to do."
"Work?" Craig turned his head and looked around. Apart from a group of staff and machines in the distance, there was no one within a 20-meter radius of the two of them.
"Shouldn't your work be done at night?"
Ernst shifted his posture and asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Craig chuckled slyly and squatted down next to the recliner.
"I've heard that you have at least two women with you every night, and that you even had a full-blown pillow fight in Hugh Hefner's big room. You're the most envied man in America right now."
"Who told you?" Ernst frowned, sat up abruptly from the recliner, and looked at him with a hint of wariness.
"That's what everyone's saying. You've been the center of attention across America these past few days."
"Damn it," Ernst cursed inwardly, thinking that an outsider had sneaked into the manor at night.
It's true that men's interests are all the same. The fact that the media could guess this kind of thing shows that many people have done it before, giving these reporters experience.
He glared at Craig, his sleepiness completely gone from being disturbed, and then waved to someone in the distance.
Suddenly, the music blasted, startling Craig, who immediately asked, "What's going on? Is there a party?"
No one answered him, but the next second, Craig's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
One by one, models dressed in sexy lingerie slowly walked over, turning the lawn into a catwalk. Each of them would show off their figures when they reached Ernst, and then turn around and walk away.
Ernst looked at the women's underwear and a somewhat satisfied expression appeared on his face.
As expected, people need to be pushed. The lingerie designers at Playboy completed their tasks within a week, following his instructions.
A total of twenty lingerie pieces were designed, each in a different color, which was enough to make each model's outfit somewhat distinct.
For those he was particularly satisfied with, Ernst would gesture to his assistant who ran over, instructing him to write them down. For those he was less satisfied with or that had room for improvement, he would offer specific suggestions for the designer to revise later.
"Why do some of the lingerie on the models seem a bit ill-fitting? Hmm? Is it raining?"
Ernst felt a dampness on his arm. He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky. There was no sign of rain at all.
When his gaze fell on Craig, he instantly understood and kicked him.
At this moment, Craig looked like a lovesick fool. Ernst could see love in his eyes, and his drool was as uncontrollable as a Rottweiler seeing a bone.
"How disgusting! Get out of here right now!" Ernst said irritably.
He was about to go to the poolside to wash the saliva off his arms when he realized that his left foot felt like it was filled with cement and he couldn't move it.
Looking down, he saw Craig hugging his leg, looking like a girl abandoned in a romance drama.
"Dude, you can't do this! We're brothers, you can't abandon me like this!" Craig pleaded desperately.
Ernst's face was covered in black lines as he "let go".
"Dad, you're my own father, and I'm your most loyal slave. You work so hard, how can you not have someone to take care of you?"
Craig persisted, "Let me stay, and I promise to take excellent care of you."
Ernst covered his forehead with his hand, at a loss for words.
When showing loyalty, shouldn't you also look at me? Where are you looking?
The models who had finished their presentation and were standing aside were all amused by Craig's antics, some even throwing him winks or blowing him kisses to tease him, only to be met with Craig's silly grins.
"Tom!" Ernst called out.
Tom, the black bodyguard who was not far away, immediately ran over and respectfully asked, "Boss, what are your orders?"
"Throw this guy out of here," Ernst said, pointing to Craig, who was clinging to his leg.
At first, Craig didn't realize what was happening and continued chuckling to himself. It wasn't until his arms, which were wrapped around Ernst, were pried apart by two large hands, and he felt as if he were being clamped by two giant pincers, that he finally came to his senses.
Despite Craig's large size and impressive weight, Tom lifted him up effortlessly.
Ernst shook his head and walked toward the poolside, behind him all he could hear were Craig's cries of loyalty and supplication.
On the other side, the girls burst into laughter. Ernst turned around and glared at them, but they weren't afraid. Instead, they struck various victorious poses.
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