booktalesy Chapter 250 I treated you as a friend, but you treated me like a sucker?
Chapter 250 I treated you as a friend, but you treated me like a sucker?
Chapter 250 I treated you as a friend, but you treated me like a sucker?
"FXXK, I swear, I will acquire an entertainment company and make you pay a heavy price." Larry Ellison clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the angry words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
Night fell like a giant black ribbon, completely enveloping the ocean.
The sea at night sheds the hustle and bustle of the day, leaving only eeriness and mystery. Apart from the area around the yacht illuminated by lights, the surrounding area is vast and empty, pitch black like a bottomless pit with no end in sight, as if some mysterious creature might suddenly leap out of the darkness at any moment and devour the entire yacht.
However, in stark contrast to the gloomy sea, the yacht was bustling with activity, filled with singing, dancing, and constant laughter.
A group of girls dressed in various exquisite bikinis, with graceful figures, moved around the yacht like agile mermaids. Their appearance added countless bright colors to the yacht and made the atmosphere at the scene even more exciting.
"Girls!" Ernst slowly stood up, cleared his throat, and shouted.
His voice instantly drew the attention of everyone on the yacht, and the previously noisy scene quieted down considerably as everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Ernst looked at everyone's reactions with satisfaction, then slowly raised his glass. The champagne in the glass shimmered under the lights.
His voice, accompanied by the cheerful music, rhythmically called out, "Let's raise a glass together to Mr. Ellison's generosity."
"Oh~" As soon as the words were spoken, a huge cheer erupted on the entire yacht. The cheers were so loud that they seemed to overturn the calm sea.
Larry Ellison was so angry that his lips were trembling. He pointed his finger at Ernst and couldn't say a word for a long time, his chest heaving violently.
He looked just like an enraged but helpless wild beast, only able to express his dissatisfaction with angry eyes.
Rewind to three hours earlier, it was a little past 5:30 pm, with less than half an hour left before the fishing competition ended at 6 pm.
At that moment, Ernst's face was gloomy because he had not caught any fish for a long time, just like the sky before a storm.
Larry Ellison, however, completely disregarded Ernst's feelings and instead burst into unrestrained laughter, his laughter filled with smugness and provocation: "Hey, Ernst, look, I caught another fish."
He carefully placed the fish he had just caught into the fish box next to him, then deliberately turned his head and glanced triumphantly at Ernst's empty fish box, and even emphasized, "I must kindly remind you, this competition between the two of us is not about who goes home empty-handed."
"I don't need your nagging!" Ernst gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.
Tuna fishing is always a matter of chance, otherwise tuna wouldn't be so expensive and often in short supply in the market.
To Ernst’s utter frustration, let alone tuna, he hadn’t caught a single ordinary fish since the start of the competition.
Ernst couldn't help but wonder to himself, "Did I accidentally step in dog poop when I went out today? Otherwise, how could I be so unlucky?"
Everyone on the boat had caught something; Tom, that big oaf, even caught two fish in a row. But he himself hadn't caught a single fish.
"I'm not trying to warn you, but seriously, are you sure you're here to participate in a fishing competition and not just to sunbathe?" Larry Ellison shook his head, his smugness overflowing. At this moment, he was even happier than seeing Oracle's stock soar.
As he spoke, he deliberately patted his fish tank full of fish, and the crisp sound was undoubtedly a great mockery to Ernst.
"You don't know anything. I'm playing the long game. That biggest tuna will be my prize sooner or later."
There is no doubt that bluefin tuna have been spotted in the nearby waters.
The fishing radar in the yacht's cabin had clearly captured three distinct large fish shadows, which, judging from their size and movement, were the precious bluefin tuna.
For experienced captains, distinguishing whether a fish shown on radar is a bluefin tuna is a piece of cake.
So everyone stayed in this area of water without changing location, patiently waiting for the opportunity to catch a bluefin tuna.
"Even if there really are bluefin tuna around here, they're probably sleeping in the deep sea with their mother right now," Larry Ellison said, not believing Ernst's nonsense. He curled his lip and continued to mock.
Those three large bluefin tuna shadows have only appeared twice on the radar, the last time being just an hour ago. Whether they will be seen again is unknown.
No sooner had Larry Ellison finished speaking than the captain suddenly shouted excitedly, "They're back! Those big fish are back on the radar!"
Larry Ellison's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this. If he could catch another bluefin tuna, he would completely defeat Ernst today and give him a good humiliation.
Before he could even celebrate for long, he noticed that Ernst's fishing rod suddenly bent down in an extremely exaggerated way, as if it were about to snap in the next second.
Fishing for bluefin tuna is different from fishing for ordinary fish. Bluefin tuna are usually very large and incredibly strong. In addition, they are very agile underwater. Therefore, the fishing rod for bluefin tuna is not held directly in your hand, but is specially fixed to the fishing spot on the yacht.
What Ernst needed to do at this point was to concentrate all his energy, carefully turn the reel, and adjust the line according to the fish's movements.
The moment he started reeling in the line, he immediately felt a tremendous force coming from the other end of the fishing line. He was overjoyed, knowing that he had succeeded.
Even if this fish isn't a bluefin tuna, it must be a large fish of considerable size; its strength is incredible.
Ernst gritted his teeth, gripped the reel with difficulty, and tried to control the rhythm of reeling in and out the fishing line.
Those around him, seeing the exaggerated bend in the fishing rod, immediately realized that Ernst had caught a big fish.
At this moment, the experienced captain quickly took over command on site. Holding a sharp harpoon, he ran out of the cabin and shouted to the first mate as he ran, "Listen to my command, move the fishing boat slowly in the opposite direction of the fish's movement, and be careful to keep it stable and not to pull too tight."
What does it mean to be like a fish in water? A 20-pound fish can unleash 70 or 80 pounds or even 100 pounds of force in the sea, let alone a big fish like a tuna.
If you fight a bluefin tuna by yourself without the help of a boat's power, the probability of the tuna escaping is as high as 99%.
As the boat and the tuna rhythmically engaged in a stalemate of opposing and forward forces, time passed second by second. A full twenty minutes went by before the tenacious fish finally began to tire, and its struggles noticeably weakened.
"Quick! Take this opportunity to reel in the fishing line."
Ernst suddenly heard the captain's anxious yet excited shout. Almost reflexively, he increased the speed of turning the reel, and the fishing line was slowly reeled in.
The moment the tuna finally surfaced, the captain, who had been waiting nearby, thrust his harpoon forward without hesitation, shouting, "Behold my family heirloom harpoon!"
As for whether the harpoon was truly an heirloom, no one at the scene knew, nor did anyone care.
However, the captain's spear was indeed fast, accurate, and ruthless, striking the tuna's gills directly, and blood gushed out from the wound instantly.
The captain continued to shout orders, "Quick! Get a rope and lasso its tail, don't let it escape at the last minute!"
Muller, quick-witted and agile, was the first to react. He swiftly picked up the rope he had prepared and, like a cowboy lassoing a bull, accurately looped the rope around the tuna's tail.
The captain finally breathed a long sigh of relief the moment the rope was tightened.
He examined the tuna carefully, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He said happily, "It's a really good big fish. Although it may not be particularly huge in terms of size, its fur is very beautiful, glossy and smooth. Moreover, its body is round and has smooth curves, a standard teardrop shape. It's clearly a bluefin tuna of excellent quality."
The next task was for the bodyguards to haul the heavy tuna onto the yacht.
Seeing Larry Ellison standing next to the tuna, admiring it with envy and resentment, Ernst slowly walked over, pointed to his watch, and said with a hint of barely perceptible smugness in his voice.
"Larry, you'd better hurry. You only have five minutes left in the game."
It was only then that Larry Ellison suddenly remembered that he and Ernst were still having a fishing competition.
Five minutes to catch another bluefin tuna? Not even enough time to pull it.
"Fuck, you have to accept the consequences of your bet, but don't be smug. You just got lucky."
Ernst was unfazed by Larry Ellison's resentment. He shrugged lightly and said with a smile, "Whether it's luck or skill, as long as you admit you lost, that's fine. By the way, you haven't forgotten the bet we agreed on, have you? Don't go back on your word later."
Larry Ellison rolled his eyes and said dismissively, "Hmph, I can afford this little bit of money."
Is it a small amount of money?
Upon hearing Larry Ellison's words, Ernst's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
Two more hours passed, and as evening approached, the yacht was filled with the aroma of delicious food. Everyone was sitting around the dining table, happily enjoying the freshly cooked tuna.
Just then, on the distant sea, a yacht slowly approached their yacht.
Upon seeing the unfamiliar yacht, Ernst and his two companions' bodyguards immediately became alert, while Ernst calmly waved his hand and said to the tense bodyguards, "Relax, there's no need to be so nervous. This is a guest I specially invited to bring you a surprise."
"Guests?" Upon hearing Ernst's words, both Jobs and Larry Ellison involuntarily frowned. They exchanged glances, their hearts filled with doubt.
Immediately afterwards, they saw dozens of scantily clad, hot-bodied girls walking out from the approaching yacht.
These girls, all beautiful and elegant, chatted and laughed as they boarded Ernst's yacht.
Upon seeing this, Jobs was taken aback for a moment, but then immediately understood Ernst's intention. He couldn't help but look at Larry Ellison and burst into laughter, his laughter full of mockery.
Ernst looked at Larry Ellison's face, which had turned ashen in an instant, and instead of calming down, he deliberately added fuel to the fire, saying slowly, "Larry, don't forget, the bet we agreed on was that the loser would have to cover all our expenses at sea for the next two days."
Larry Ellison was trembling with rage, his chest heaving. He glared at Ernst with eyes that seemed to spit fire, gritting his teeth as he said, "You want me to pay for prostitutes? And so many at once? Are you trying to make a fool of me?"
"Hey Larry, watch your language, don't be so rude."
He pointed to the girls on the deck outside interacting with others. "These are all professional Hollywood models and moderately famous actresses, not the kind of people you're talking about."
"Besides, it's not like you're not included when I invite them. It's nice for everyone to have some fun together."