If the American Dream had a more specific name, it would definitely be Santa Barbara.
If you can find an area in America with many public restrooms, good public safety, and no homeless people, that would be Santa Barbara.
What Los Angeles and New York couldn’t achieve, Santa Barbara did.
This is one of the favorite places for wealthy Americans to retire, nestled at the foot of the Santa Ynez Mountains, facing the Pacific Ocean, with a beautiful coastline stretching approximately 20 kilometers.
It is the longest south-facing coastline area on America’s west coast, excluding Alaska, backed by mountains and facing the sea.
Ernst’s home is in Montecito, Santa Barbara, one of the most famous wealthy areas in California and even the entire country.
It is located north of Los Angeles, less than a two-hour drive away, and is highly favored by Hollywood celebrities.
Given Ernst’s income, though not low, buying property in Montecito was still very stressful for him.
This villa was left by his cheap father, accounting for one-sixth of his inheritance, and is now worth around five million US dollars.
Back in Montecito, Craig was sent away by Ernst before he even entered the door.
He needed Craig to investigate thoroughly who had tripped him up.
It’s easier to deal with the King of Hell than with troublesome imps, and with the opponent lurking in the shadows, Ernst had to be on guard.
The ancestors all said not to fight unprepared battles, and he was no longer that naive fool he once was.
“What a scumbag.” In the study, looking at the videos saved on the computer, Ernst, while appreciating them, couldn’t help but curse the beast and scumbag.
Although the male protagonist in the footage was ‘himself’ and he had accepted this body, he was still shocked.
This guy was also a great photographer, and the key was that he specialized in shooting animals.
Whips, collars, writing—these were all too low.
This guy would tie these girls up, hang them in the air, and then subject them to endless torment, taming them like dogs amidst their sobs, and then tormenting them again.
According to Ernst’s observations, all these women were young girls in their twenties, many of whom should have been around 18 years old.
Even at this moment, seeing these things, Ernst felt very uncomfortable.
“Treatment, making money.” After watching a few videos, Ernst took out a pen and paper and wrote down these two words.
After thinking for a moment, he added a question mark after ‘treatment’.
Because he found that after watching for so long, he actually had no reaction.
Ernst didn’t know if it was because the original body had already adapted, or if he had been scared in the hotel.
This question was very crucial and needed to be determined and resolved as soon as possible.
Taking out his phone, Ernst recalled a phone number in his mind and dialed it.
The call connected quickly, and after a brief chat, they hung up.
“I’m not here to work like a dog; I’m here to enjoy life.
Fame comes early, making money is important.” “But making money isn’t the goal; the goal is the enjoyment that wealth brings.” After some thought, Ernst wrote the three big characters “Internet” on the paper again.
It was June 1996, and the Internet boom had already arrived.
Next came the bubble-blowing, and Ernst wanted to create the biggest bubble as a welcoming gift to the people of America.
Two months ago, Yahoo officially listed on Wall Street, with a total stock value reaching $848 million on its first day of listing, while Yahoo’s revenue last year was only $1.3 million, with a net loss of $634,000.
Those Internet giants, well-known in later generations, were either just established, still looking for a way out, or not even founded yet.
He fantasized for a moment, imagining himself standing on a TV station, eloquently speaking, becoming an idol for countless geniuses, and his heart was inexplicably excited.
“What a great era!
Is there anyone who understands the future of the Internet industry better than me?” Someone always has to do certain things, so why can’t it be me?
Why can that money flow into other people’s pockets, and not mine?
Why can those women climb into other people’s big beds, and not mine?
Howard Hughes had passed away more than twenty years ago—he died on April 5, 1976—and America needed a new Sea King.
Which man doesn’t want to be Hefner and Joseph Lau?
Tens of thousands of women, and how many days are there in a lifetime?
“Media,” Ernst wrote two big characters again.
The right to speak is very important and must be firmly held in one’s own hands.
Ernst wrote and recorded his future plans and some major important matters.
To avoid being discovered, these notes used a special private code.
He interspersed various numbers and symbols among the text, and the words corresponding to those numbers were the information he needed to keep.
It was an entire afternoon, and not until his stomach rumbled did Ernst realize he hadn’t eaten all day.
Upon entering the kitchen and opening the refrigerator, Ernst felt that his top priority now was to find a cook.
His predecessor couldn’t cook; he spent every day carousing outside, and the refrigerator contained nothing but alcohol.
As for the current Ernst, he couldn’t cook either; he relied on delivery services.
“I’d better order takeout; the evening is a high-consumption period.” After making a call, Ernst went into the bathroom to clean himself.
Looking at his naked self in the mirror, his physique and appearance were truly impeccable.
He was about 1.85 meters tall, with a body full of lean muscle and sharp features.
His facial contours were extremely 3D, with a full forehead that sloped slightly backward, and prominent brow bones that rose like hills, making his brows and eyes deep-set, with eye sockets like natural shadows, adding a sense of mystery and depth to his eyes.
His nose bridge was high and straight, and his jawline was sharply defined, with strong lines.
Where are the fat capitalists?
If there are any, it means their backs are bad, and their kidneys are failing.
The calories expended on women every day are far more than those from exercise; why would he need to work out?
He didn’t have the time for that.
After a quick wash, his body felt much clearer.
Just as he was about to pour a drink, the delivery person arrived.
The food looked nothing like what he expected.
It was heavily sauced, deep-fried, and surrounded by vegetables.
Ernst took a bite and could confirm that this takeout was definitely not what he had in mind.
“Ding-dong.” The doorbell rang again, and when Ernst opened the door, it turned out his late-night snack had arrived.
“Honey, I never thought you’d call me.” What met Ernst’s eyes was a delicate, pretty face, sweet-looking with golden hair, and a beige coat that accentuated her fair skin.
After she entered, she opened her coat, revealing only a sexy piece of lingerie underneath.
Her figure was voluptuous, her skin so tender it seemed like water could be squeezed from it.
Very sexy, incredibly hot.
Her gaze was a little resentful, but after Ernst touched her, she became incredibly seductive.
Naomi Watts—in 1996, she had appeared in Children of the Corn IV: The Gathering—Ernst never expected that the future star of King Kong would also be one of the fish in his pond.
To confirm his physical issue, Ernst had ordered her ‘dish’.
“You haven’t eaten yet?” Seeing the food on the table, Naomi asked.
“No, I haven’t, but I clearly have better food now.” He picked her up in a bridal carry, and amidst her wanton laughter, they headed to the bedroom.