Chapter 851: Don't Play Too Crazy

Those who can play with Giselle will naturally not be those little models who are at the bottom, but the modeling industry seems to be glamorous, but the income is actually not high. Among them, they can earn more than 100,000 US dollars a year. Several, Eric's bet of $100,000 plus a private jet shopping trip immediately made the girls scream.

But soon a girl questioned: "Eric, even if each of us has a half chance of winning against you, the probability of all winning is only one in two to the fourteenth power, this probability is almost zero, It's so unfair."

Eric looked over in amazement, and was talking about a girl with a Latino appearance, not too beautiful, but with a tall and hot body like a Latin American girl.

"I can't believe that there are math girls here."

"Hey, Eric, you're discriminating," Cuss Gauff who leaned on Eric immediately protested dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, I apologize," Eric smiled, looked at the girl who had just spoken, and said, "What's your name?"

Hearing Eric's question, the girl who originally had some accents immediately bit her syllables carefully and replied, "Fernanda Tavares."

Eric patted the thigh of the girl on the left, and smiled: "I like girls who know math, come and sit here."

Fernanda Tavares walked over without hesitation, and the girl reluctantly gave up her seat.

Gisele and Alexander, who were squeezed not far away, were even more depressed. Fernanda Tavares was from Brazil. Because she was a fellow countryman, Alexander only invited her today, but she was a little bitch who knew mathematics. Abominable.

What the hell do you mean when you say two to the fourteenth power?

Gisele, whose English is still not very good, thought bitterly, and couldn't help but stare at Alexander, who shrank his neck and continued to pretend to be a little white rabbit.

Eric motioned to the girl sitting on the carpet beside the coffee table to hand over a glass of champagne and handed it to Fernanda Tavares next to him, then said, "Well, if I draw an A, even if I lose, then You've got a thirteenth of the odds, $100,000 at a time, oh well, it's time for you to chip in."

There was silence for a while, the girls started to think involuntarily, and then a girl suddenly shouted: "Ah, I understand, Eric, you want us to undress, right? It must be like this."

The other girls also seemed to suddenly 'understand', and they all started laughing and making trouble.

Eric also smiled and said, "I'm not interested in your A-cup body, you still look better in clothes."

The average CUP of professional models is generally not high. When Eric produced the Victoria's Secret show, although he deliberately selected a group with the best figure, in order to achieve the best breast beauty effect, many angels still need to squeeze pads and the like. small means.

Although what Eric said was the truth, there was still a dissatisfied protest around him, and Qusi Gauff patted Eric with a small hand, looking angry: "Then what do you want, Ai Rick, shall we go to bed with you?"

Eric turned his head and kissed Qusi Gauff's small face, nodded expectantly, and said, "This is a good suggestion."

"what!!!"

In the screams, a few small objects such as candy pillows flew over, Eric almost reached out his hands to cover his ears, and quickly said: "Stop, stop, I can't stand you little goblins swarming up, okay? Now, see if you can't come up with any powerful bargaining chips, then stick a note."

Qusi Gauff said immediately: "Eric, that's so ugly, and it will stain the makeup on your face."

Eric reached out for the deck of playing cards, washed them, and replied with a smile, "It's really not creative, I didn't say it must be on the face, other places are fine."

The girls froze for a moment, and then there was another small scream.

"I knew, I knew, Eric still wanted us to undress."

"OK OK,

Call me again and I'll be deafened by your little voices, start now until all the drinks are finished. "

Although they understood Eric's intentions, the girls' reactions were very 'fierce', but in the end, no one retreated, and they all gathered around.

Due to the simple rules, the game went very fast, and in the end, all the drinks were not finished. When most of the girls were dizzy and shaky, and two of them rushed to the bathroom, Eric announced the game in a timely manner.

When I woke up again, it was already bright.

Next to them are two gentle bodies, Giselle and Alexander. Although he lost a few times last night, he was filled with a glass of champagne by the girls every time. Eric was not too relaxed at all. With the strength to ignore a group of drunk girls, he just carried Giselle and Alexander into the bedroom, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

I looked at my watch, it was half past eight.

To continue discussing the affairs of Marvel Studios today, Eric sat up with energy.

As Eric got up, Alexander snorted twice, changed his posture and stopped moving. Giselle opened her eyes, murmured good morning, rubbed her body against Eric, felt the man's lust in the morning, and whispered, "Eric, do you want it?"

It was already early morning after the game ended last night. Although Eric was still awake, he didn't want to take away the first time of the two girls when they were intoxicated, so he didn't do anything.

Although he also wanted to, Eric still kissed Giselle's face and said with a smile: "Now is not a good time, next time. And I lost a lot of money last night, so I have to hurry up. Get the job back."

Of course Giselle could feel that Eric didn't take the opportunity to ask her last night. He was a little moved by the man's thoughtfulness, reached out and grabbed it, and whispered in his ear, whispering with heat, "Then let's take a shower. Well, I can help you with my mouth first."

Feeling that Giselle's tongue was gently poking at his cheek, Eric finally couldn't resist the temptation, got out of bed and picked Gisele up, and walked towards the bathroom with the girl's light laughter.

After more than half an hour, the two people left the bathroom. Eric knew that he was destined to be late today. Although he was fine even if he was a little late, he still hung up the phone with Marvel before joining Gisele. Go downstairs.

Because the curtains were drawn, the outdoor sunlight was not projected into the room, and the living room with the wall lamps still on was very messy. A group of girls were lying on the sofas and carpets. Together, they all slept soundly.

Looking at the situation in the living room, remembering the incident when Eric was carried to the bedroom alone last night, Giselle felt a faint sense of superiority, and the original vigilance also dissipated a lot, since Eric didn't do anything last night. What an outrageous move, naturally she won't do anything again today, not to mention, she has just helped Eric satisfy.

Putting down his guard, Gisele was also a lot more considerate, and lightly walked through the living room with Eric, and came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

However, just after putting the bread into the toaster, Giselle remembered something and said, "Eric, you lost eight times last night, you really want to..."

Eric carefully flipped the omelette in the frying pan and said with a smile, "Do you want me to default on my debt?"

"Well, $800,000, and a private jet."

Giselle feels a little bit of a 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 she and Alexander , there is nothing left at all. Not to mention flying a private jet that is equally expensive, $800,000, both in the past and present, is a huge sum of money out of reach for her.

Eric put the fried eggs on the plate, knocked two more, and continued: "Hey, here's a math problem for you, subtract 677 from 987, divide the result by 365, how much is it?"

Giselle remembered Fernanda Tavares last night and turned her head, but she didn't have a clue. She's not that good at math. But the girl was a little reluctant to admit defeat, so she put down the milk carton in her hand, went to the refrigerator, picked up the sticky notes and pens hanging next to it, and did some calculations. She quickly turned her head and said, "Probably, it's 0.85, right?"

Eric watched Giselle's movements with a smile and said, "Yes, my net worth was $67.7 billion the year before last, and $98.7 billion last year, 365 days a year, so what's the result you calculated?"

Gisele immediately opened her mouth in astonishment: "Also, that is, you can make $85 million in a day."

"Yeah, $85 million a day, $3.5 million an hour, $60,000 a minute, well, I do the math, it'll take about 13 minutes to make the $800,000, so I can still afford to bet."

Giselle felt a little 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 the omelette I made in 3 minutes? It's expensive."

Eric's little joke made Giselle sober a little bit, trying to keep himself from thinking about the series of powerless numbers. He walked over and picked up a fork, picked up a piece of fried egg, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and then deliberately wrinkled. Mei said: "It's a bit salty."

"How about I make another 6 minute one?"

"Hehe, that must be scorched."

Talking and laughing and preparing for breakfast, the two did not go to the dining room, but came to the bar by the window in the living room, opened the curtains, and sat on the high stool to eat together.

Perhaps it was because of more light in the room, or because of 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 Qusi Gauff.

The girl sat up, shook her head, looked down at her chest with hazy eyes, reached out and took off a note from it, subconsciously put it into her small mouth and sucked it. The note was brought by Eric last night. The cream on the cake is sticky and sweet.

After the hangover, the peculiar bitterness in her mouth dissipated, and Qusi Gauff was much more sober.

Eric happened to be sitting opposite the living room and greeted her: "Morning, Qusi, do you want something to eat?"

When she woke up, she couldn't be as crazy as last night, but after looking at her companions who were in a similar situation, Qusi Gauff was not too shy.

Smiling shyly, Qusi Gauff took off all the notes that were still stuck to her body, picked up a skirt at random and put it on, and then came over to say hello: "Morning, Eric, Gisey. you."

Eric motioned for the girl to sit down next to Gisele on the opposite side, and pushed the milk in his hand: "If you don't mind, drink my cup of milk pad first, it's warm."

Stimulated by the smell of the food, Qusi Gauff originally felt that her stomach was empty and churning. Of course she wouldn't mind, thanked her, and took a sip of Eric's milk and drank it.

Seeing that Eric gave up his milk to Quss Gough, Giselle took the initiative to run to the kitchen to help him prepare new ones.

Qusi Gauff finished drinking the milk and felt a lot better in her stomach. She raised her head and smiled at Eric, "Eric, can I take a bath?"

"Of course, the bathroom is over there," Eric pointed, and Quss Gauff thanked him, got up and walked to the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower, Qusi Gauff came out of the bathroom and saw that Eric had eaten breakfast and was sitting at the bar with a pen filling in something. Cheque, recalling what happened last night, Quss Gauff's heart beat a little faster. Eric lost eight times last night, and that was $800,000. Even if the fourteen girls were to divide it equally, each of them would have more than $50,000.

More than $50,000.

Oh, and private jets, and shopping trips around the world.

When Eric made this bet, she and most of the girls actually didn't expect too much from Eric, especially after Eric gradually lost eight times. In their usual thinking, they do not think that someone will easily shell out $800,000.

Thinking of this, Qusi Gauff approached the bar lightly, trying to make herself appear non-existent, but her eyes glanced at the numbers Eric was filling in.

One zero, two zeros, three zeros... Hey, why was the number 1 at the beginning? It seems like it should be 8.

Eric finished filling out the check, looked up at Curse Gauff, smiled, tore off the check and handed it to Giselle, saying, "Hey, the extra money is for you and Alexander's pocket money, There is also my assistant's business card here, call him, he will help you arrange a private jet, you can go anywhere you want."

Giselle held the textured cheque and looked at the series of zeros. There were also small stars in her eyes, but after hesitating for a while, she still said: "But, Eric, the company shouldn't agree to us going on a tour, We still have work to do."

"It's not fashion season, so there's so much work. As I said, it's a holiday, no work. If anyone disagrees, let Elite's John Casablanca and... who is the president of IMG, let them Call me." Saying so, Eric put away the checkbook, got up and hugged Giselle, then glanced at the girls in the living room who were still sleeping, and said with a smile, "Then I'm going to work, and I'm still Yes, you are the eldest sister, be optimistic about them, no matter where you go, you are not allowed to play too crazy." (To be continued.)