The western suburbs of Boston, the affluent area of West.
This is Ulyanna Meretskova's mansion. She stayed here last night, along with two other women. The main reason was that there would be no little ones to disturb her.
early morning.
The time is Thursday, July 6th.
Before breakfast, Simon sat at the long table in the restaurant, flipping through a report on the rapid shrinkage of the French arms trade in Central Africa. This was obtained after the Westeros system had been operating in various aspects for a period of time. The result is satisfying.
Footsteps came, carrying a fragrant breeze, and stopped behind Simon, followed by two white arms tentatively hugging him.
It's Nikita Monabova.
Simon raised his hand to caress it, pulled the woman over, put it on his lap, and felt the woman's smooth skin against his face. He continued to look through the report in his hand, and then lowered his head to look at the light blue sleeveless dress in his arms. The woman smiled and said: "Light blue is not suitable for you. You can try bright red or pure black."
The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to be able to wear colors that may seem ordinary to tacky to ordinary people, and achieve the effect of one plus one being greater than two.
Nikita's voice was obviously slightly deliberate, and she nodded: "Okay."
Simon just smiled, caressed the woman's slender waist, changed the topic, and asked, "Do you know why I gave you that education fund?"
Just yesterday, Simon made the decision to completely transfer the Eastern European Education Fund, which was originally mainly responsible for Maria, to Nikita.
Nikita didn't expect the man to suddenly mention this. She paused for a moment, raised her head and looked at the man. She still spoke softly and softly, but pointed to the essence: "Because if I hadn't guessed, Simon, this fund, what's next The direction of operations will not be that pure.”
They didn't get along for a long time, but Nikita Monabova, who is well-versed in people, can feel that Maria Bezluk is a truly virtuous and gentle woman from the inside out. The education industry fund is really as pure as its publicly stated purpose, and it is actually perfect for Maria to be responsible for it.
Since the man holding him at this time has made a decision that goes against common sense, it means that this fund, at least in the future, will definitely not be as simple as it seems.
The woman hit the mark, which made Simon very satisfied. He lowered his head slightly and kissed the woman's red lips. Simon nodded and said, "Smart, then, are you willing to follow my instructions?"
Nikita actually wanted to act coquettishly like a little daughter, asking small rhetorical questions such as 'Is it okay if I don't want to?', but after thinking about it, she gave up and nodded obediently: "I will."
Just as he was talking, Maria walked in with two waitresses carrying breakfast. Seeing the two of them looking like this, she just glared at a certain man with a slightly annoyed look.
If it was Ulyana, Nikita would still be somewhat competitive. For Maria, even if she couldn't be like him, she was still close to him from the bottom of her heart and subconsciously got up from the man's arms.
Maria placed a piece of sweet soup in the middle of the long table. When she saw Nikita getting up in a panic, she looked at someone as if she was not sure it was someone else's fault, and then asked: "Isn't Uriya up yet?"
Nikita shook her head.
At least when she left the bedroom, a certain pampered young lady showed no sign of waking up.
Maria heard this and turned to a certain man: "Simon, are you going to call Uriah to wake up?"
"She won't be able to get up if I go," Simon joked, patting Nikita who was standing beside him: "Go and call her."
After breakfast here, Simon set off again.
Return to New York.
A lot of work is not done here on the East Coast.
After boarding her Boeing 767, the plane had just stabilized when the girl A who came over to report some work matters mentioned a small matter.
A little thing that Simon had almost forgotten.
A certain guy, in a mental hospital, accidentally suffocated to death when something choked his throat while eating.
Speaking of which, when he met Christina Aguilera a few days ago, Simon also thought about another classmate, Britney Spears, who didn't know how her life trajectory had completely changed.
In the study room in the front cabin of the Boeing 767, Simon checked today's emails. After listening to Girl A, he asked: "How to deal with it?"
"I didn't notify unnecessary people," Girl A said, "I was buried at sea after the spark."
Simon nodded.
It's already almost a missing person, so there's really no need to add extra trouble and notify family members, it's just right.
He was just a little person who caused a little trouble. After chatting for a few words, Simon left it behind and continued to listen to Girl A talking about other things.
The private plane landed in New York half an hour later.
Simon got off the plane and rushed directly to the headquarters of Westeros Corporation in midtown Manhattan. There was a meeting in the morning to discuss the progress of a batch of assets previously exchanged for equity.
Being so busy, it was already past seven o'clock when the day's schedule ended.
In the evening there was a cocktail party at Raybould's house.
Two hours.
At ten o'clock in the night, Simon said goodbye to the James family and left in the car. After thinking for a while, he gave instructions to the driver. The black Bentley luxury car shuttled through the streets of Manhattan and stopped in front of a villa on West 79th Street in the Upper West Side.
This is where Da Shuangzi lives in New York.
According to what the housekeeper said a few days ago, women are so colorful during this period. Simon thinks it is reasonable for him to come here and receive some reward for working so hard.
Simon arrives, and housekeeper Angora Davis happens to arrive with her team of waitresses.
Even though the team of Wei family servants are in charge here, it is best to trust someone closer to take care of the boss's daily life.
What is surprising is that Simon has arrived, the housekeeper has arrived, and a certain rightful owner has not come back even though it is so late at night.
Simon sat on the sofa in the living room of this independent house and looked at the Asian waitress who stayed here. It was obviously a very considerate and deliberate arrangement by the housekeeper. He stopped Angre's suggestion of calling and crossed his legs, flipping through a vogue magazine he picked up casually from the coffee table, while saying in Chinese: "What's your name?"
The Asian girl in front of me has a very cute and petite round face, about the size of a palm. She is quite tall, about 1.7 meters tall. She is wearing the uniform of a Wei family maid. Her curves are quite slim, but her expression is obviously cramped. It was still the real thing. Standing in front of Simon, his calves even showed obvious trembling.
When she heard Simon's question, the girl's body trembled obviously. She obviously didn't realize that the big man in front of her could speak such fluent Chinese, and subconsciously said in Chinese: "My, my name is Xia Zhi."
Simon raised his eyebrows and became more interested: "You don't have a sister named Dongzhi, do you?"
The girl shook her head quickly, her little face flushed: "No, no, yes, it's exquisite, not the solstice of the summer solstice."
Simon stared at the girl and said, "Since your name is Summer Solstice, why is it not the solstice of Summer Solstice?"
"No," the girl said, and raised her hand to gesture: "It's the word "Zhi" next to the antithesis."
Simon continued to tease: "It's so complicated. I'm a foreigner, but I can't understand the antithesis. From now on, it will be called Summer Solstice, the sister of Winter Solstice, Summer Solstice."
The girl raised her head and came over in a second, noticing the smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and finally understood that the legendary tycoon was making fun of her. She quickly lowered her head and hummed softly. I don't know why, but I felt a little more relaxed.
I also subconsciously thought that this guy was quite funny.
Thinking of this, her rosy face, which had not faded away, became more delicate and charming.
Simon was surprised that such a shy girl would appear in his team of attendants, but when he thought about it again, it was not surprising. After all, he was not selecting salesmen or anything like that, and his team of attendants did not have very high requirements for the ability to deal with others.
However, looking at the one in front of him, Simon couldn't help but continue to tease: "Seeing me so nervous, have you done something bad?"
When the question came out, the girl's slender body suddenly trembled, and she quickly shook her head: "No, no, no."
"It seems there is."
The girl shook her head again: "Really not."
"Where's Zheng?" Simon finally changed the subject slightly: "She hasn't come back so late. Has she done something bad and you are hiding it for her?"
The girl could only shake her head again: "No, no, Miss Zheng just went to Columbia University to attend a hometown gathering. I didn't expect it to be so late."
Simon is 'unreasonable': "According to your Chinese tradition, it is wrong for a woman not to go home so late and she must be punished. I can't punish her now, I can only punish you. Tell me, how should I punish you?" you?"
The girl couldn't hold it back any longer and collapsed softly on the ground and began to sob.
Simon was speechless.
It's so unfunny.
The housekeeper who stood quietly aside didn't think anything.
It is natural for a big shot like my boss to make some people tremble with fear.
But, this little girl is indeed too useless. Now, she doesn't even know how to call her "Mr. Westeros", which seems rude. Under other circumstances, she would have fired the person quietly. However, looking at it now, my boss is obviously very interested, so he must stay.
It was okay for such a little girl to lie on the ground and cry. Angre looked at his boss and saw the man waving his hand, so he motioned to the waitress behind him to get the girl out.
After everyone left, Angre said again: "Boss, do you want me to make a call?"
"No need," Simon shook his head, turned another page of the fashion magazine in his hand, and casually gestured in the direction where Nizi was taken out just now: "Let her come with you tonight."
"Um."
"Go and do your work," Simon continued: "I happen to be alone for a while."
The housekeeper agreed again and left quietly.
Simon patiently flipped through two fashion magazines, and when he was on the third one, there was finally movement at the door.
There was more than one person chatting and laughing.
Simon didn't bother to turn his head. He just felt that the laughter behind him quickly stopped, as if someone had suddenly strangled his neck, and then there was a tentative voice: "Simon?"
Closing the magazine in his hand, Simon finally turned around and saw four women at a glance. The one who just spoke was not Da Shuangzi, but Qiong Chen, a Chinese woman who became famous in the 1980s with The Last Queen. She had also had some small interactions before. , and Da Shuangzi looked dumbfounded. He obviously did not expect that someone would appear here, and he also felt guilty. He also obviously realized that he seemed to be back a little late.
However, what surprised Simon was that besides the two of them, besides another girl who was obviously wearing a waitress uniform, there was another person who he happened to know.
The surname is Yang.
A once famous female host also founded a high-end talk show.
Um.
Not the one from Sir Tan.
Real high-end interviews with a series of world-class political and economic figures.
With his eyes scanning like this, he saw that a group of women were all under a restraining spell. Simon quickly patted the magazine on his lap and said, "Come on, sit down. You've made me wait for so long. Let's do some serious review first."
Only then did the four women come back to their senses.
Walking towards Simon, his posture was obviously different. Da Shuangzi felt really guilty, Qiong Chen was overjoyed, and Ms. Yang, maybe she didn’t know if she was Ms. Yang, boldly looked at Simon with an obvious eagerness to try.
The three women came to the sofa. Da Shuangzi sat next to Simon. Qiongchen quietly moved quickly and grabbed the single sofa next to Simon. Finally, Ms. Yang took the empty seat on the long sofa and the single sofa on the other side. He Xun chose a single sofa that was more easily seen by men.
The last waitress stood aside obediently, showing no intention of sitting down.
However, compared to the girl who had just been frightened to death, this beautiful girl with the same tall figure and an oval face has much more lively eyes. She chose the position closest to the man in the middle of the sofa where Simon and Qiongchen were sitting. Quite bold.
Such an obvious contrast made Simon temporarily forget to accuse Da Shuangzi beside him. He turned to the girl and asked, also in Chinese: "What's your name?"
Seeing the big man looking up at her, the girl quickly bowed down and said respectfully: "Mr. Westeros, my name is Wendie, the article is Wen, and the butterfly is Diedie." After saying this, the girl paused and said again Added: "Mr. Westeros, you speak Chinese really well."
"Really?" Simon asked deliberately and said with a smile: "However, I seem to have forgotten how to write butterfly for butterfly. Can you teach me?"
When the girl heard what the man said, she immediately lowered her body, squatted down, and gave birth to a slender white hand. She was about to gesture on the armrest of the sofa when she saw the man stretching out a big hand. She quickly stretched out her hand to hold it carefully. Simon wrote a picture on the palm of his hand and explained with a serious expression: "It's like this, Mr. Westeros, next to the insect, and then, the world is on the top, and the wood is on the bottom. It's easy to remember."
"Oh," Simon nodded and added, "Your hands are beautiful."
The girl showed a flattered expression. It was obvious that she wanted to blush, but unfortunately she failed. She said skillfully: "Thank you."
As he spoke, the green-white index finger continued to trace the man's palm without leaving, obviously expecting something.
Simon did not continue, he retracted his hand, turned to Da Shuangzi, and motioned to Ms. Yang: "Can you introduce me to her?"