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Chapter 74 The Sucker?
Chapter 74 The Sucker?
If the exterior of Playboy Mansion is a meticulously crafted picture of luxury, then its interior design is a feast of imagination and ultimate hedonism, far more intricate and breathtaking than its exterior reveals.
The private wine cellar houses top-quality wines from around the world, with rows of bottles neatly arranged, and the air is filled with the rich aroma of wine, as if telling the story of the passage of time.
The home theater equipment is top-of-the-line, with a huge projection screen and a surround sound system. There are very few movie theaters in the United States with such equipment.
The well-equipped gym was equipped with a variety of fitness equipment, and Ernst even caught a glimpse of water stains on the yoga ball.
The indoor swimming pool has crystal-clear water, is decorated with exquisite tiles, and features handrails at a very unusual height.
The entire mansion has a total of 29 rooms, but there are more ensuite bathrooms than rooms, totaling 37.
Regarding the inclusion of separate bathrooms in the wine cellar and home theater rooms, Ernst gave the old man a thumbs up, proving that experience truly matters.
Is this a separate bathroom? Isn't this just like those fancy pink lamps Ernst used to visit in his past life?
Otherwise, how about putting a large bed in a separate bathroom?
Watching a movie, then taking a shower and resting in the middle?
Thinking about it this way, it actually makes a lot of sense.
There are also bars with all sorts of facilities, such as aerial hoop. The last time Ernst saw such facilities was in a strip club.
"This is my room. I eat my breakfast on this big bed every morning at nine o'clock."
The room is approximately 150 square meters in size and is entirely decorated in a solid wood style. Hugh Hefner is particularly proud of his large bed, which cost him a million dollars and took five years to have craftsmen create.
Compared to Hefner's room, Ernst felt that his room in Montereyto was like a doghouse.
"I hope to take your opinion into consideration when I buy the estate in the future."
Hugh Hefner felt incredibly proud, saying he was "extremely happy" about it.
After the maids brought the coffee, Hugh Hefner made a gesture, and the ladies sitting on either side of the two immediately understood and tactfully left the room, leaving only him and Ernst in the large room.
What do you think of these bunny girls?
Ernst was taken aback; he hadn't expected that the first thing the other person said would be this.
"Very nice, they are all very beautiful girls."
"And what about this manor?"
This time, Ernst realized something was amiss. "Are you giving your last instructions?"
Upon hearing this, Hugh Hefner's previously nonchalant attitude towards life vanished, replaced by a world-weary look, as if he were an old man reflecting on his life.
"I was born into a good family. Although we weren't extremely wealthy, we were well-off."
"Under normal circumstances, graduating from a prestigious university and becoming a lawyer, doctor, nurse, or factory owner would have been my life's next step."
"But I am not satisfied with just quietly passing the years in obscurity. I want everyone to remember me."
"But I know my own limitations. I can't become a literary giant, nor a great scientist, let alone walk into the White House in Washington."
"Since it can't be positive, then enjoy life and become a legendary playboy tycoon."
"That's why I founded Playboy magazine, determined to become the man everyone envies."
Ernst had no idea that there was such a story behind it.
"You've done it now. Everyone who mentions Playboy will think of Hugh Hefner."
Ernst wasn't flattering me; he was telling the truth.
In America, there are only two synonyms for playboy: Hugh Hefner and Howard Hughes.
He himself was merely a target of media satire, while these two individuals turned this derogatory term into a compliment.
"But what happens after I die? I need to leave behind my work so that everyone can remember my name."
Ernst's expression was strange. "This Playboy Mansion and those Playboy Bunnies?"
"That's right, I think you are the best successor to me."
"If you're willing, you can become the master here after I pass away. All those connections can be left to you, and you'll have an inexhaustible supply of beautiful women."
"They are very obedient. You only need to give them a thousand dollars a week for expenses, take care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation, and enjoy the life of the rich."
Hugh Hefner got more and more excited as he spoke, "Imagine, every few months you can change to a different woman, they're like pets you keep, they come whenever you call, obedient and docile..."
Ernst couldn't stand it anymore, because it simply wouldn't pass the review.
Another problem is that he is a capitalist, not a player in a game.
Spending money? When it comes to women, Ernst prefers getting them for free.
Hugh Hefner's approach gave Ernst a feeling of longing for Dongguan.
Moreover, these bunny girls are nowhere near as exciting or fulfilling as the celebrities and famous people I knew in my past life.
"Actually, you don't need to do this. You have already proven yourself and will definitely be remembered by many people."
Ernst's tactful refusal elicited a knowing look from Hugh Hefner: "Are you worried about those rumors going around?"
Rumors? Ernst realized what was going on.
Hugh Hefner suffered a stroke in 85. Although he doesn't seem to have any major problems now and it doesn't affect his life, which woman could resist the loneliness of such an old man? So, there are often reports of Playboy Bunnies having affairs with men.
But if you just endure it for another two years, everything will be fine. Once the little blue pill comes out, this guy will be a superhuman who can still work hard despite being 90 years old.
"It has nothing to do with any of these things."
"Alright," Hugh Hefner said, seeing that Ernst seemed genuinely unwilling, and stopped trying to persuade him.
"Can you help them? I'm willing to do it if it can lead to a better future."
"Of course," Ernst readily agreed, "but only if they can meet the requirements."
Those bunny girls were all well-known, and their looks and figures were all top-notch—that's Hugh Hefner's eye for talent.
However, these women have only done magazine shoots and have not received any professional modeling training. Whether they will be selected depends on their future efforts and talent.
To be honest, Ernst felt satisfied and proud at that moment.
The reason Hugh Hefner approved of his "Playboy Spy" project was because of the idea alone, which he felt could make these Playboy Bunnies more famous than if they were featured in Playboy magazine.
"Playboy's Spy"—that's the name Ernst came up with for the show; concise, suggestive, and alluring.
It also tells everyone that as long as you choose Playboy lingerie, every man will want to peek into its secrets and find out what's inside.
This show is not just a big show; it's more like a combination of America's Next Top Model and the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.
These selected women will live together at the Playboy Estate for three months, undergoing various training, tests, and competitions, with fifty to sixty ultimately chosen to participate in the final show.
The first place winner will get to wear the ultimate dream suit.
Even if future installments of "Playboy Spy" feature a war of the gods, this premise will not change.
However, the program will reduce the training portion and instead incorporate more commercial elements and interactions.
It's a talent show, yet not a talent show; Ernst positioned the program as a long-running promotional video with diverse content.
"Alright, I'm leaving now. I hope you have a good time here."
For the next three months, Hugh Hefner will be moving to a different place.
He stood up, patted Ernst on the shoulder, and gave him a meaningful look.
"There are many girls I haven't even touched yet, you're lucky to have gotten one."
Looking at the closed door, Ernst shouted, "I really came here to work!"
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