The ones who can play with Giselle are naturally not those low-level models, but the modeling industry seems to be bright, but the income is actually not high, and none of them can earn more than 100,000 US dollars a year. Several, Eric's bet of $100,000 plus a shopping trip on a private jet immediately had the girls screaming.
But soon some girls questioned: "Eric, even if each of us has a half chance of winning you, the probability of all winning is only one fourteenth power of two, which is almost zero. It's so unfair."
Eric looked over in surprise. The girl who spoke was a girl with a Latino appearance. She was not too beautiful, but her figure was tall and hot like a Latin American girl.
"Unexpectedly, there are math girls here."
"Hey, Eric, you are discriminatory," Quss Gauff, who was leaning on Eric, immediately protested dissatisfied.
"Okay, I apologize," Eric smiled, looked at the girl who spoke just now, and said, "What's your name?"
Hearing Eric's question, the girl who originally had some accent immediately replied carefully, biting the syllables: "Fernanda Tavares."
Eric patted the thigh of the girl on the left, and said with a smile: "I like girls who can do math, come and sit here."
Fernanda Tavares walked over without hesitation, and the girl gave up her seat reluctantly.
Giselle and Alexander, who were squeezed not far away, were even more depressed. Fernanda Tavares was from Brazil. Because she was from the same town, Alexander only invited her today. She was unexpectedly a little bitch who could do mathematics. Hateful.
What the hell does it mean to say one quarter of two to the fourteenth power
English is still not very good Giselle thought bitterly, and couldn't help but glared at Alexander. Alexander shrank his neck and continued to pretend to be a little white rabbit.
Eric motioned to the girl sitting on the carpet by the coffee table to hand over a glass of champagne, handed it to Fernanda Tavares beside him, and said, "Well, if I draw an A, I'll be considered a loser, so You have a thirteen-third chance of winning, one hundred thousand dollars a time, now, it’s time for you to increase your chips.”
There was a moment of silence around, and the girls began to think involuntarily, and then, a girl shouted with a dazed expression: "Ah, I see, Eric, you want us to undress, right, it must be like this."
The other girls seemed to suddenly 'get it' too, and they all responded with laughter.
Eric also smiled, and said, "I'm not interested in your small bodies with A cups, you'd better look better in clothes."
The average CUP of professional models is generally not high. Eric made the Victoria’s Secret show at the beginning. Although he deliberately selected the best figure, in order to achieve the best breast enhancement effect, many angels still need to squeeze pads and the like. small means.
Although what Eric said was true, there was still a burst of dissatisfied protests around him. Quss Gauff patted Eric lightly with her little hand, with a small angry look: "Then what do you want, Eric?" Rick, shall we go to bed with you?"
Eric turned his head and kissed Quss Gauff's small face, nodded expectantly, and said, "That's a good suggestion."
"ah!!!"
Amidst the screams, a few piles of candy pillows and other small objects flew over, Eric almost reached out his hands to cover his ears, and said quickly: "Stop, stop, I can't stand you little elves rushing up, okay?" Alright, since you guys can't come up with any powerful bargaining chips, then stick a note."
Quss Gauff immediately said: "Eric, that's so ugly, and it will mess up the makeup on your face."
Eric reached out for the deck of playing cards, shuffled them, and replied with a smile: "It's really not creative, I didn't say that it must be stuck to the face, other places are also fine."
The girls froze for a moment, and then there was another small scream.
"I knew it, I knew it, Eric still wanted us to undress."
"Okay, okay, if you call me again, I will be deafened by your small voices. Let's start now, until all the drinks are finished."
Although after understanding Eric's intentions, the girls' reaction was very 'intense', but in the end none of them retreated and surrounded them one after another.
Due to the simple rules, the game proceeded very quickly, and in the end, all the drinks were not cleared. When most of the girls were drunk and trembling, and two of them rushed to the bathroom, Eric announced the end of the game in due course.
When I woke up again, it was already daylight.
There are two gentle bodies next to them, Giselle and Alexander. Although they didn't lose many times last night, they were filled with a glass of champagne by the girls every time. Eric didn't feel too relaxed. Lili paid no attention to a group of drunken girls, just carried Giselle and Alexander into the bedroom, and fell asleep in a hug.
I looked at my watch, it was already half past eight.
Today, we will continue to discuss the affairs of Marvel Studios, so Eric cheered up and sat up.
As Eric got up, Alexander snorted twice, changed his posture and remained silent. Giselle opened her eyes, whispered good morning, leaned over and pressed her body against Eric's body, feeling the man's desire in the morning, whispered: "Eric, do you want it?"
It was already past the early morning after the game ended last night. Although Eric was still awake, he didn't want to hastily take away the two girls' first time when they were intoxicated, so he didn't do anything.
Although he wanted to, Eric still kissed Giselle on the face, and said with a smile: "Now is not a good time, next time. And I lost a lot of money last night, I have to go quickly Work and earn back."
Of course Giselle could feel that Eric didn't take the opportunity to ask for her last night. He was a little touched by the man's thoughtfulness, reached out to grab her, and leaned into his ear, sniffing the hot air and whispering: "Then let's take a shower. Well, I can help you with my mouth first."
Feeling Giselle's little tongue gently teasing his cheek, Eric finally couldn't hold back the temptation, got out of bed and hugged Giselle, and walked towards the bathroom amidst the girl's chuckle.
More than half an hour later, the two of them came out of the bathroom. Eric knew that he was destined to be late today. Although it would be fine even if he was a little late, he still hung up on Marvel before joining Giselle. went downstairs.
Because the curtains were drawn, the outdoor sunlight did not project into the room, and the living room with wall lamps still on looked very messy. A group of almost all girls were lying on the sofa and the carpet, some hugging pillows, some hugging each other. Together, they all slept soundly.
Looking at the situation in the living room, and thinking of being carried to the bedroom alone by Eric last night, Giselle felt a faint sense of superiority, and her original vigilance dissipated a lot, since Eric did not do anything last night What an outrageous move, she will naturally not do anything again today, not to mention, she has just helped Eric to be satisfied.
Letting go of her guard, Giselle also became more considerate, walked lightly with Eric through the living room, and came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
However, just after putting the bread into the toaster, Giselle remembered something again and said, "Eric, you lost eight times last night, you really want to..."
Eric held the frying pan and carefully flipped the fried eggs, and said with a smile, "You want me to renege?"
"That's $800,000, and a private jet."
Giselle feels a little pain when she thinks about it. Thanks to Eric's strong support, she has earned more than 100,000 US dollars in the past six months, but after deducting various brokerage commissions and taxes, plus her and Alexander spending, there is nothing left at all. Not to mention the cost of flying a private jet that is equally expensive, $800,000, no matter in the past or now, is a huge sum of money that is out of reach for her.
Eric put the fried eggs on the plate, knocked two more, and continued: "Hey, I'll give you a math problem, subtract 677 from 987, divide the result by 365, how much is it?"
Giselle thought of Fernanda Tavares last night, and turned her head, but she had no idea, she was not that good at math. But the girl was a little unwilling to admit defeat, so she put down the milk carton in her hand, went to the refrigerator, picked up the sticky notes and fountain pens hanging next to it, calculated, then turned her head quickly, and said, "Probably, it's 0.85?"
Eric watched Giselle's movements with a smile, and said, "That's right, my net worth was 67.7 billion U.S. dollars last year, and 98.7 billion U.S. dollars last year, 365 days a year. So, what is the result of your calculation?"
Gisele immediately opened her mouth in surprise: "Also, that is to say, you can earn 85 million dollars a day."
"Yeah, $85 million a day, $3.5 million an hour, $60,000 a minute, well, let me calculate, it takes about 13 minutes to earn the $800,000, so I can still afford the bet."
Giselle felt dizzy in her head: "This is too exaggerated."
Eric smiled and put another simple serving on the plate, and said, "Come on, baby, how about trying the fried eggs I made in 3 minutes? It's very expensive."
Eric’s little joke made Giselle sober up, trying not to think about the series of powerless numbers, walked over, picked up a fork, picked up a piece of fried egg, put it in her mouth, tasted it, and then wrinkled deliberately Eyebrow said: "It's a bit salty."
"How about I make another six-minute one?"
"Hehe, it must be burnt."
Talking and laughing about getting ready for breakfast, the two of them didn't go to the dining room, but came to the bar in the living room by the window, opened the curtains a little, and sat on the high stools to eat together.
Perhaps it was because of the bright light in the room, or the stimulation of the smell of food, a girl lying on the carpet closer to the two woke up in a daze, but it was Quss Gauff.
The girl sat up, shook her head, looked down at her chest in a dazed way, reached out and peeled off a note from it, subconsciously put it into her little mouth and sucked it. The cream on the cake is sticky and very sweet.
After the hangover, the unique bitterness in her mouth dissipated, and Quss Gauff became much more sober. She sniffled her nose and turned her head to look in the direction of the bar.
Eric happened to be sitting facing the living room, and greeted her: "Morning, Qusi, do you want something to eat?"
After waking up, it was impossible to be as crazy as last night after all, but Quss Gauff was not too shy after looking at her companions who were in a similar situation around her.
Smiling shyly, Quss Gauff took off all the notes that were still stuck to her body, casually picked up a skirt next to her and put it on, and then came over to say hello: "Morning, Eric, Gisele you."
Eric motioned for the girl to sit down next to Giselle, and pushed the milk at hand over: "If you don't mind, drink my glass of milk first, it's hot."
Stimulated by the aroma of the food, Quss Gauff felt that her stomach was empty and churning. Of course, she didn't mind, thanked her, and took a sip of Eric's milk.
Seeing that Eric gave up his milk to Cuss Gauff, Giselle took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help him prepare new ones.
Qusi Gauff finished drinking the milk and felt much better in her stomach. She raised her head and smiled at Eric, and said, "Eric, can I take a bath?"
"Of course, the bathroom is over there," Eric pointed, Quss Gauff thanked her, got up and walked to the bathroom.
After taking a quick shower, Quss Gauff came out of the bathroom and saw that Eric had already had breakfast and was sitting by the bar with a pen to fill in something. After getting closer, Quss Gauff realized that it was Check, recalling what happened last night, Qusi Gauff's heart beat suddenly a little faster. Eric lost eight times last night, that is 800,000 US dollars, even if the fourteen girls were to share it equally, each of them would have more than 50,000 US dollars.
More than 50,000 US dollars.
Oh, and private jets, round-the-world shopping trips.
When Eric made this bet, she and most of the girls did not expect much from Eric, especially after Eric gradually lost eight times. In their usual thinking, they don't think that someone will easily spend 800,000 US dollars.
Thinking of this, Quss Gauff approached the bar lightly, trying to make herself appear non-existent, but glanced at the numbers that Eric was filling in.
One zero, two zeros, three zeros... Hey, why is the number 1 at the beginning? It seems to be 8.
Eric finished filling out the check, looked up at Quss Gauff, smiled, tore off the check and handed it to Giselle, saying, "Hey, the extra money is for you and Alexander, Here is my assistant's business card, call him, he will help you arrange a private jet, wherever you want."
Giselle held the check that was full of texture, looking at a series of zeros, with little stars shining in her eyes, but hesitated for a while, and said: "But, Eric, the company probably won't allow us to go on a trip, We still have to work."
"It's not fashion season, there's so much work. Just say what I said, it's vacation, no work. If anyone disagrees, let John Casablanca of Elite and who is the president of... IMG, let them play Call me." Saying this, Eric put away the checkbook, got up and hugged Giselle, glanced at the girls who were still sleeping in the living room, and said with a smile: "Then I'm going to work, and , you are the big sister, take good care of them, no matter where you go, don't play too crazy." (To be continued.)