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Chapter 90 Jobs' Invitation

The ripple effects triggered by Google's successful fundraising have a far-reaching impact that extends far beyond Ernst alone.

In this wave of capital, the destinies of countless people are quietly changing.

At this moment, a vivid example is right in front of Ernst: Gisele Bündchen.

Ernst has always been a man who dislikes being tied down. Among the women who have had intimate relationships with him, unless they are in their safe period, most of them will handle things on their own afterwards to avoid unnecessary trouble and impact on their careers or families.

Gisele Bündchen is undoubtedly a woman with ideals and goals.

She knew in her heart that someone like Ernst would never marry her, so ever since the Playboy Manor, she had always carried morning-after pills in her bag, and after each intimate encounter, she would rush into the bathroom to take care of it, for fear of any accidents.

She knew that an unplanned pregnancy would not only disrupt her life plans, but could also cause her to lose the resources Ernst could provide, ruining her path to becoming a big star.

But this morning, Gisele Bündchen's behavior was quite different from usual.

With her legs pointing upwards and a cushion placed under her waist, she struck a strange yoga pose, clearly not wanting to waste a single drop of her essence; her intention was self-evident.

"Is it alright?" Gisele Bündchen asked cautiously, her voice tinged with trepidation and anticipation, as she met Ernst's gaze.

She didn't know if her sudden decision would offend Ernst.

Although Fernanda asked him during their first time together, "Aren't you afraid I'll sleep with your child and then cling to you?"

Ernst's reply was rather roguish: "Then let it be born. I think I can afford to raise it. But if you want to cling to me, you can try."

In other words, Ernst didn't mind having illegitimate children, just like all wealthy Americans, who seem to regard having illegitimate children as a symbol of status and ability.

Gisele Bündchen's blatant desire to have a child out of wedlock still frightened her, fearing it would annoy Ernst and cause her to lose everything she had.

Ernst grinned, his tone relaxed. "I don't really care, but I remember you wanted to become a big star and live the life of the elite, didn't you?"

"After giving birth, you will have to say goodbye to the modeling industry, and the little bit of fame you've worked so hard to build up during your pregnancy will also be completely wiped out."

Gisele Bündchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on her face, but her tone carried a hint of longing and calculation. "But I think I've found a better shortcut. If we had little Ernst, you wouldn't want him to suffer with his poor mother, right?"

She is truly a smart woman. Not only is she hardworking, but she also possesses wisdom and skills that one shouldn't have at her age.

After drying off the water droplets, I put on my bathrobe and went downstairs to the living room.

"Boss, several calls have been made to your landline, all looking for you. There are reporters, bank staff, and salespeople. Your cell phone keeps ringing."

Ernst had anticipated the barrage of phone calls today, and he had the foresight to stay in the living room last night in preparation for such an event.

However, to his surprise, even the most luxurious residential apartment in New York had such poor privacy protection.

"Find the property management here," Ernst instructed, frowning.

Private phone numbers are fine, but these strangers are likely to have obtained the information through connections.

But the only possible contact for the home phone is the property management staff.

These people can usually uphold their professional ethics, but once the temptation of profit crosses their bottom line, their so-called ethics completely disappear.

Ernst knew very well that his landline number was of considerable value to those who wanted to gain benefits or news from him.

Each company charges a thousand dollars, and he can sell at least dozens of landline phones. With tens of thousands of dollars in hand, even if they get fired, they feel it's worth it.

"Give me my phone."

Ever since being interrupted by that fat Craig at a crucial moment, Ernst has rarely brought the phone into the bedroom on nights when he's with a beautiful woman.

Even if there is something urgent, there is a landline to answer.

When Ernst checked his phone, it was ringing off the hook, which was exactly what he expected.

Some of them I know, like Robert Iger, Hollywood actresses who are close friends with him, friends, family, and people from Wells Fargo.

There were also some numbers that I vaguely remembered; these were most likely the lingering romantic entanglements and cronies of that old Ernst.

There were also quite a few unfamiliar numbers, which Ernst guessed were reporters who had somehow gotten his phone number and wanted to dig up some news material from them.

He went through his missed calls and was about to call his family back when a string of numbers caught his attention.

"Why does this number look so familiar?" Ernst racked his brains, but he still couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

However, when his gaze fell on the fruit plate on the table, he suddenly slapped his forehead and quickly found Steve Jobs' business card.

After verifying the information, Ernst immediately called back, and the call was quickly answered.

"Hey, I thought you didn't remember this number. I was just about to call you again this afternoon," Jobs' voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of barely perceptible teasing.

"How could that be? I'm a big fan of yours," Ernst said with a smile.

There was a noticeable pause on the phone, and Jobs' tone was somewhat resentful: "Don't be ridiculous, I don't believe you."

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Ernst, however, argued without batting an eye, "How can that be nonsense? I've actually bought quite a few of your products."

That's not exactly lying, is it? Although I wouldn't call myself a Steve Jobs fan, I used an iPhone in my past life.

Even after foldable screen phones became popular, he still used both an Android phone and an Apple phone at the same time.

However, this was clearly not the time to discuss these things; Ernst was more concerned with the purpose of Jobs' call.

"The meeting with those capitalists yesterday didn't go well?" Ernst asked.

During the second half of last night's charity gala, Steve Jobs hurriedly left, clearly to catch up with the Wall Street bigwigs.

It now seems that the result is not as satisfactory as expected.

Now that he has become rich overnight, he obviously has no shortage of funds, and there are too many banks lining up to give him money.

Was the call from Wells Fargo just to congratulate him? More likely, it was to win him over as a valued customer and offer him loan services.

After all, lending is always the most stable source of income for banks, especially for high-quality clients like Ernst.

"You know, the Pixar team can't possibly relinquish controlling stake." Jobs's reply made Ernst's heart race instantly, and he interpreted two meanings from those words.

First, Wall Street wanted too many shares. Although Jobs wanted to share the risk, he also had great faith in Pixar and was unwilling to give up too many shares to raise funds.

The second meaning is equivalent to presenting one's own conditions to Ernst; only if Ernst agrees to these conditions can further negotiations proceed.

This is Pixar, an organization whose importance in the film industry is in no way inferior to Marvel.

If MGM can acquire Pixar and Marvel, it will essentially be invincible in the film and television industry for the foreseeable future.

Ten years from now, at least in terms of box office share, MGM should have returned to its former glory.

"Of course, I've never thought about these things."

There was silence on the phone again, and after a long while, Jobs' voice came through again.

"When you have time, I'd like to invite you to visit Saint Raphael."

Pixar's headquarters are located in San Rafael, north of San Francisco.

Ernst thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait a while. I'll call you when the time comes."

The two hung up the phone, and Ernst was still looking for Siweini's number in his phone book when the phone rang again.

Upon seeing the caller ID, Ernst was delighted; it was Whitney.

He pressed the answer button, but before he could even speak, Whitney's first words on the other end of the line stunned him: "Ernst, you've become the richest man?"

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