In downtown Boston, on the campus of Harvard Business School on the south bank of the Charles River, Maria Rozin was in an office with several colleagues translating a Soviet economic policy document when Katerina, a female bodyguard who had come to the United States with her, knocked on the door. During this time, the specific identity of Maria Rozin, who quietly joined the company, became a curious thing for the surrounding colleagues, after all, there are absolutely very few of the more than 2,000 faculty members of Harvard University who have full-time drivers.

Maria knew that if Caterina didn't have something special, she wouldn't come over to disturb her, so she was inexplicably apprehensive, so she still stood up and walked over: "Kate, what's wrong?"

The maid stepped back a little and came into the hallway, before whispering to Maria, who had followed, "Mr. Westeros is here, just outside." ”

"Ah......h

The faint guess came true, Maria subconsciously snorted softly, and then quickly covered her mouth again.

After a short period of calmness, the woman put down her hand, turned her head to look at the office behind her, and then said to the female guard: "I, I still have 10 minutes to get off work." ”

Caterina really wanted to give her mistress a blank look, when was it, and said work.

Maria blurted out, also realizing that this reason was too lame, could she make him wait for 10 minutes, not to mention, in fact, she also understood that this was a pretext.

Maria came to the United States at the beginning of the month and went straight to Harvard. However, because the new semester has begun, I missed the course schedule and can only wait for the next semester to arrange the teaching task. The woman didn't want to spend the second half of the year at leisure, so she picked one of the vacancies offered by Harvard to provide translation support for an on-campus academic team studying the political economy of the former Soviet Union.

It's a very flexible job, because there are several graduate students working as assistant translators, and it doesn't have much of a problem if she doesn't show up on weekdays.

The reason was not valid, so I had to turn around and say hello to my colleagues in the office.

Leaving the school building, Maria followed Caterina through another section of the road, and soon saw two identical black cars parked at an intersection, and saw the two enter, and the driver of one of the cars got down and helped her open the door.

It was close to noon, and Maria didn't want too many people around her to notice this, so she didn't hesitate to get into the car.

Then I found out that there were already two people in the back seat, in addition to him who was sitting in the middle next to him, and Ulyana Meretskova on the other side.

Before she could say anything more, the door was closed.

The car quickly started, and Simon, who was squeezed between two women, looked at Maria with interest, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, her blonde hair pulled up, revealing a white neck, a khaki long jacket, slim black trousers at the hem, and a pair of black low heels on her feet.

A woman who was originally inclined to an intellectual style immediately looked much younger when matched like this.

Maria felt the men beside her look at her, only to feel that the gaze seemed to be warm, and she felt a burning sensation everywhere she saw, so she was silent for more than ten seconds, and finally lost the battle first, took the initiative to speak, and tilted her head slightly to look at him: "You, Mr. Westeros, hello." ”

Simon smiled when he heard the woman say this: "yes, it seems like we are meeting for the first time." ”

"Hmm...... Well. ”

"I guess you didn't buy this outfit yourself. ”

Maria didn't expect the little man next to her to suddenly mention this, and said very sincerely: "My daughter ......"

I only started a little, and because of some kind of inexplicable embarrassment, I paused again.

"Oh, Annette, I know," Simon said, adding, "Actually, I could have let Anne come with me this time, why did she stay in Ukraine?"

Maria felt that it was rude not to look at the other party when she spoke, but she was embarrassed to turn to him anyway, after all, it was just the breath of the man next to her, which had already made her panic so much that she wanted to jump out of the car and run away...... Her daughters are 21 years old.

It's just that he couldn't help but answer the man's question, tilted his head slightly to look at him, quickly turned back, and said: "She, I hope she can finish her undergraduate degree in Ukraine and come to the United States again." ”

said that there was an inexplicable little sigh of some weirdness.

At first, Maria accepted a situation with a desire to sacrifice herself, hoping that her four children, including her eldest daughter, would have a bright future, and that no matter what, at least let him help her daughter study abroad, and the best school.

Unexpectedly, she didn't need to mention these things at all, so she took the initiative to help handle them.

This also made Maria temporarily change her mind and let her daughter continue to stay in Ukraine to complete her undergraduate studies, and after getting her degree, she will come out to study abroad, after all, it will only be a year. And the three sons were brought together this time.

Simon nodded when he heard this, in fact, he had just read some information about the children of the two women around him, and he didn't say anything more at this time, but explained to Maria, who didn't know the reason: "Wait for a drinking party, many people will come over and take you to get to know it." ”

Maria paused, reacted, and her face suddenly flushed.

This is......

He, how...... Aren't you worried that others will know?

Moreover, once she participated in this drinking party, she and Ulyana on the other side, the identities of the two people could not be said in any case, even after repeated psychological construction, Maria had silently accepted some things, and after all, she still didn't want everyone to know.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally mustered up the courage and glanced at the little man next to her again, and Maria said, "Simon, I'...... Can you not go?"

Simon shook his head directly: "No." ”

“......”

This man, how can this be?!

Simon decisively refused, and then added: "The main thing is that there is one more thing that needs to be done by you, so I have to give you and Ulia an identity first." ”

Maria tugged at the corners of her clothes with both hands, she really didn't want this identity.

Simon looked at the woman's pitiful appearance, unmoved, and continued: "Actually, Uria is pregnant. ”

"Huh?"

Maria thought she had misheard, and subconsciously looked up again, this time at Ulyana Meretskova, who had not spoken on the other side.

Seeing her look over, Ulyana just nodded slightly.

Then, Maria withdrew her gaze a little and turned to him: "So, this, what does it have to do with me?"

In fact, he wanted to ask how he planned to deal with this matter, but he still changed his words.

Simon shook his head slightly and said, "I'll talk about this after our reception." ”

Chatting like this, the two luxury cars crossed the Charles River and soon arrived at a Marriott hotel on the North Shore, where Girl A, who had arrived early, greeted her in the parking lot, waited for Simon to get out of the car with the two women, and personally led her to a banquet hall in the hotel.

The reception has started early.

According to the introduction of Girl A along the way, the guests who sent out the invitation and were in Boston at the same time basically came, and there were also some active contacts, and according to the specific situation, the female assistant also selected some of them.

Relying on Harvard and MIT, Boston has gathered a large number of top world-class companies, the most famous being GE, as well as Gillette, Fidelity Funds, Boston Consulting Group and other world-renowned companies.

Now that Simon is here, there must be only benefits to dealing with the core figures of these schools, companies, and even local governments.

In the banquet hall, when Simon appeared, all the guests who had already arrived immediately gathered their eyes. Then, I couldn't help but notice the two women around Simon who were so radiant that people couldn't tell their age.

Everyone is used to this kind of thing.

As an assistant, Girl A competently helped Simon introduce him, and MIT president, Nobel Prize winner, mayor of Boston, CEO of Gillette Company, etc., etc., turned around for more than half an hour.

Walking up to the two guests who had just arrived, Girl A whispered and quickly introduced: "President of Harvard University, Neil Ludsteen, in addition, Neil is also a Ukrainian immigrant. The other, a descendant of the Mellon family, Richard Mellon Scaife, runs a print media business, is a far-rightist, and one of the main promoters behind the Paula Jones case. ”

As he spoke, he had come near.

Simon first took the initiative to stretch out his hand to Neil Ludsteen, the tall president of Harvard University who was about 60 years old in front of him, greeted him, and then reached out to shake Richard Mellon Scaife: "Hello, Mr. Scaife, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

"Hello Simon, my friends call me Charlie," Richard Mellon Scaife, who was also in his 60s and had solid silver hair, shook Simon's hand with a smile, and then gestured to the two ladies beside him with bright eyes: "These two are?"

"Oh, this is Maria, and Ulyana, they're from Ukraine and just recently joined at Harvard. ”

After such a big circle, I saw a bunch of big names on the upper floor of the American pyramid, even Maria, who was reluctant to come over, gradually became familiar with it, listened to Simon's introduction, and politely stretched out her hand to Scaife in front of her: "Hello, Mr. Scaife." ”

Richard Mellon Scaife smiled and agreed, but grabbed Maria's small hand and leaned over slightly, obviously wanting to give a kiss.

Maria was already uncomfortable with Scaife's smile, and when she saw the other party like this, she subconsciously withdrew her hand directly, letting the other party's plan fall through.

Immediately, Scaife, who was already half-hunched, suddenly felt a little unable to get off the stage.

Seeing this, obviously offending the other party, Maria couldn't help but look at Simon with a weak heart, and couldn't help but worry that he would blame herself, after all, perhaps, this should be normal etiquette, right?

Simon gave the woman a reassuring look, and then said lightly to Scaife, who straightened up awkwardly, "Maria is not used to kissing hands, Mr. Scaife, oh, Ulia is not used to it either, I'm sorry." ”

Ulyana on the other side felt the stiffness in the man's tone, and directly dispelled the meaning of reaching out to say hello.

"Oh, it's nothing," Richard Mellon Scaife saw that Simon still used the title of 'Mr. Scaife' after he had just taken a close look, and understood that his move to take advantage of it just now made this young man unhappy, but as a descendant of the Mellon family that has been inherited in the United States for a hundred years and still maintains a strong influence, Scaife did not feel that there was anything wrong with his actions just now, but also gave birth to some displeasure, and quickly said: " Speaking of which, Simon, I used to live in Pittsburgh and was so frightened by that bombing two years ago that I had to move to Boston. Hey, this kind of thing happens in the United States, it's really a blasphemy against the civilized world. ”

Simon didn't seem to grasp the meaning of Scaife's words at all, and shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "I've understood since I was 3 years old that the world is not so good, Mr. Scaife, you should be glad that you only need to hide in Boston, if I'm not mistaken, William Hirst III is still hiding in Morocco now, he is much more unlucky than you, and he probably won't be able to return to the United States in this life." ”

The potential verbal confrontation between the two is actually the series of turmoil two years ago.

Seeing Simon mention William Hirst III, the former head of the Hearst family, who had to abscond abroad because of the 'Doris Ficher murder case', the corners of Richard Mellon Scaife's mouth couldn't help twitching.

In terms of strength, the Hearst family, whose media empire spreads all over the United States, is several ranks higher than him, the boss of a media company whose influence is limited to the New England region of the northeastern United States, unless the entire Mellon family is pulled, it can be comparable to the strength of the Hearst family. And it is such an old money family that has also been inherited for a hundred years and has great influence, but in just two years, it has quickly fallen into decline.

Looking at the young man in front of him, not to mention anything else, just the net worth of 1.5 trillion US dollars is enough to crush people to a complete losing temper.

Thinking of this, Richard Mellon Scaife, who has an arrogance in his bones because he was born in the Mellon family, is inevitably a little reluctant to admit frustration, but it is definitely not okay for him to apologize for what happened just now.

In this atmosphere, even Harvard University President Neil Ludesteen felt a little unable to get off the stage, but fortunately, someone soon helped them out.

"Hey, Simon, how did you come up with the idea to come to Boston?"

It was Jack Welch, the head of General Electric, who had just arrived.

Simon listened to Welch's greeting, and didn't pay attention to Richard Mellon Scaife, but still nodded slightly to Neil Ludsteen, turned to Welch with the two women beside him, stretched out his hand and hugged each other, and said, "There happens to be some things, since you're here, I'll say hello to everyone, Jack, I'm glad you can take the time to come." ”

"Of course I'm coming," Welch said, looking at Simon's side, "Is this?"

Simon recounted: "Maria, and Ulia, they just recently joined Harvard. ”

There are some things that don't need to be broken, and everyone knows that Welch is not as greedy as Scaife, so he shook hands with the two girls decently, then turned to Simon again, and said, "Speaking of which, I still have some things to talk to you about, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door." ”