America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM

Chapter 5 Best Friend

In Beverly Hills, a party is being held at Cooper's house, but there are so many celebrities here that there are several parties every day, and people are not surprised.

Various drinks and food were placed in the living room, and a barbecue grill was set up on the lawn in the backyard. It was already mid-to-late May and the weather was starting to get hot. What could be more refreshing than drinking cold beer and eating barbecue.

Everyone gathered around Eric and cheered to celebrate his recovery and discharge.

Brother Joshua Cooper came up and said with a smile: "It's not bad. I'm a professional at parties. It's just a pity that there are no hot girls. Our mother is still too conservative. I really miss the team's cheerleaders."

"Eric, I told you a long time ago that you should go to San Francisco. I can introduce you to Billy Whitman. That girl will definitely be fascinated by you. She is as big as an F!"

Regarding his pimp, Eric raised his eyebrows: "Come on, Joshua, if my mother wakes up and finds two girls lying next to her father, the first thing she will do is to rape him. skin."

What Eric said is not unreasonable. Here, it is not easy to find hot girls, and young models and marginal actors do not mind taking private jobs.

But some women don’t come here just for the reward. They know very well that this is Beverly Hills, and they know even more about the identity of Charlie Cooper. For many people, the CEO of MGM is unattainable, which also means that they can Get a lot of oil and water.

And all they have to pay is their skin and body. In Hollywood, this pile of meat is the least valuable, and many people are willing to trade their bodies for opportunities.

"By the way, have all the people I asked you to find come?"

"Come here, those little brothers are quite active. The furthest one is in New Jersey. I heard about your recovery and flew here last night."

"Of course, we are best friends."

After chatting with everyone for a while, Eric came to the backyard, where several young men and women were chatting and spanking, leaving only a fat man sitting alone in the corner eating barbecue.

Eric walked over to the fat man and sat down next to him. The fat man then raised his head, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and punched him in the chest: "Eric Cooper, you bastard, I knew you would die." No!"

Eric smiled and clapped his hands with the fat man: "Warren, I haven't seen you for a while. Why do you feel like you've become fat again?"

Warren suddenly felt that the barbecue in front of him was no longer fragrant: "How is it possible? I have been losing weight since graduation. I weighed myself yesterday and I have lost 5 pounds. If I hadn't celebrated your recovery, I would never have banged these high balls today. caloric food.”

"Really? It seems that the base is too large. You need to lose at least 50 pounds."

While the two were talking, two more men and one woman approached. Warren immediately put on a stinky face and mocked: "Haha, look who is this? You just abandoned my good friend, you chose desire, and This is not friendship, I despise you!"

But his ridicule obviously had no effect. A girl with bulging muscles on her arms clenched her fist, and Warren immediately shut up.

These four men and one woman were naturally Eric's best friends. The five of them rented a villa outside the university together.

In addition to Eric and Fat Warren, there are two brothers, Pordo Geese and Bill Geese, and the last one is the sister Judy Newhouse.

Among them, Warren is from Los Angeles, but his family background is ordinary. The Geese brothers came from a Texas ranch family.

Judy was born in New York, but she had deep conflicts with her family, so she didn't like to mention her family.

As for why a girl lived with four young and strong men, there was no imaginative story.

That's because Judy is a lesbian and a pure attacker, which can be seen from her well-proportioned abdominal muscles. Once a fight breaks out, none of the four of them can be the opponent of Judy.

Eric's room on the second floor of the villa.

"Tell me, call us together, what are your plans?" Warren asked.

At this moment, he was not like the greedy fat boy just now, and there was a cunning glint in his glasses.

The Geese brothers stared at Eric as did Judy. As top students with higher IQs than ordinary people, they knew very well that if it was really just to celebrate being discharged from the hospital, there was really no need to go to all the trouble of gathering all four of them.

Especially New Jersey and Los Angeles, which are already across the United States. Why fly all the way here?

"I have a plan and I need your help."

"What's the plan?" Judy asked, lying carelessly on Eric's bed.

"Right now I have $10 million, and my goal is to get that number to $1 billion within a month."

As soon as he finished speaking, four friends who were breathing heavily appeared in the room.

Although I majored in finance and have dissected a large number of examples of wealthy entrepreneurs, I often see tens or tens of billions of dollars in books, but those are just numbers.

What they actually handled was not even 100,000 U.S. dollars, let alone 10 million U.S. dollars.

"OMG! Are you telling the truth?" Warren took a few steps back, looking in disbelief.

"Am I asking you here just to make a joke?"

Although the Geese brothers' family background is relatively good, it belongs to their parents. They should wait a few decades to inherit the property, not to mention whether they have ten million or not. Both of them stared wide-eyed.

Only Judy remained calm, lying on the bed and swallowing a lollipop.

"Where did you get $10 million?" Bordeaux asked.

Eric pointed to the door: "My dad, otherwise you want me to rob a bank?"

"What a powerful and generous man. If someone is willing to give me 10 million, no, even one million, let me lick his ass!" Bilijis sighed.

It's normal for Billy to feel this way. For people with ideals and ambitions, there is nothing more painful than a lack of initial capital. There are plenty of people willing to do it, not to mention licking butts and eating shoes.

Judy snorted: "A bunch of worthless men, Eric, tell me about your plan. I really can't think of how to increase this number 100 times in one month. There is no industry in the world with such huge profits. Even if It’s not illegal either.”

Judy is right. Businesses that make a lot of money have long been recorded in the law. For example, selling white noodles is indeed possible to achieve 100 times.

But the premise is that Eric must have a huge armed base, planting base, processing base and sales network, and open up various joints at the same time. There can be no interference from the government and the police, and no middlemen can make profit from the price difference, otherwise the profits will be greatly reduced.

Just think about it, it's impossible.

Eric turned on the TV and adjusted to the sports channel. On the screen was a pre-heating advertisement for the World Cup in Japan and South Korea: "This is my plan, bet on football!"