A private marina in Quincy Bay, Quincy, Massachusetts.

At this time, at the end of the plank road, there is a three-masted monohull sailing ship about 50 meters long, at this time, the mast is raised, the sail is opened, and the whole body is snow-white, it looks like a white swan resting elegantly in the blue sea.

In the marina recreation area, billionaire Robert Miller, who had just finished visiting the ship, looked at Julian Farrell, a Cornell alumnus and president of Sea Line Shipping, who was picking cigars on the recommendation of the butler: "What do you think my third superyacht should be called?" ”

"The first one is called Pia, the second one is called Mary, and the whole world knows that the third one should be called Alexandra, there is no difficulty in this question, what is really difficult is the fourth sailing ship that will definitely belong to you in the future, what should it be called, after all, you only have three daughters." Farrell chose a cigar and asked the butler to bake it for him, and said with a smile:

"Unlike me, although I build and sell pleasure boats, my wife and I only have one yacht under our name, and like my daughter, we are both called Otillia. Let me help you design this monohull every time, you know ......."

Robert Miller made a gesture of please, pleading with Farrell, "Julian, please, don't sell me yachts that are just a product of showing off their wealth, that's what a man should buy for himself, okay?" Once I've picked my crew, I'm going to sail the Alexandra across the Atlantic, setting a new world record for transatlantic sailing. ”

"Mr. Miller, SSD's monthly issue of Agenda has arrived, do you want to flip through it now, or do you need me to send it to your study or ......bedroom," the butler walked over, leaned over slightly, and said softly.

"It's okay, just bring it up, Charlie, I can show off to Farrell until we get old and lie down in the cemetery, he didn't join the SSD, and I was in it, it will be the regret of his life, and the glory of my life." Robert turned his head to the butler and made a deliberately exaggerated provocative gesture to Farrell.

"Hey! I'm not a little minion that no one wants, I joined VSA, I'm from the Order of the Phoenix, okay? Everyone knows that the Order of the Phoenix is better than the White Robe Society, not to mention that I am the final winner, I finally pursued your SSD's international sweetheart and married home. Farrell sat up straight and pointed to several women who were demonstrating their cooking skills not far away, signaling Robert's attention: "That's why I have my lovely daughter Otileia." ”

Robert also looked at his wife and three daughters, and was happily talking to Farrell's wife and daughter while having a barbecue.

"Time flies, Julian, I always feel like the stupid things we did in college seem to have happened yesterday, the Order of the Phoenix, the White Robe Society, the Bishop's Society, the Hunter Society, the Wolf Society...... In the blink of an eye, our daughters were all out of college, and we all had our abs turned into belly. He withdrew his gaze and said to Farrell with some emotion.

At this time, the housekeeper Charlie sent the "Agenda" magazine, which is only distributed internally by the living members of the SSD, and Robert took it and looked at it: "I'm glad that I joined the SSD, without the SSD connections, there would be no Robert Miller today, let alone today's DFS, I'm not you, Julian, you can directly join the Order of the Phoenix with your father's halo, and my father is just a salesman, my mother is a substitute teacher, there is no SSD, I may just be a hotel manager after graduating from college, After all, I only have a degree certificate in hotel management from Cornell University, which was the lowest tuition major at Cornell University that year. ”

Julian nodded understandingly, he knew the experience of this classmate who had to customize a superyacht for himself every once in a while, in a nutshell, that is, Robert and his current partner, Chuck Feeney, two genius bastards who met at the SSD chapter of Cornell University, and hit it off to tell the world that there was a new profiteering industry, the chain of duty-free shops.

With SSD's connections with many members of the military, the two took advantage of their college vacations to fly to Asia to make money.

In South Korea, outside Japan's U.S. military bases, directly peddled all kinds of cheap cigarettes and alcohol from smuggling channels to U.S. soldiers, the word duty-free goods was still very unfamiliar at that time, but everyone knew about smuggling, but the police or tax departments of those countries did not dare to stop the two from blatantly selling smuggled goods to the U.S. military, because Japan once tried, several police tried to confiscate the goods of the two, and the result was that the police were directly beaten into pigs' heads by several American soldiers, and then the result was that Japan was strongly dissatisfied, The U.S. military stationed in Japan expressed regret and sent the soldiers who beat them to Hawaii for a vacation.

After that, no one dared to point a finger at such a thing.

Relying on the power of the United States, they quickly made the first pot of gold in other countries by illegal means, and then the two of them registered and established DFS Company, and with the rapid expansion of SSD's military connections, they opened duty-free shops in Europe and every airport in Asia with US military garrisons.

Today, those two young people, who can only study majors with the lowest tuition fees, are the two founders of DFS, the world's largest travel retailer with nearly 100 duty-free shops.

Although DFS is not listed in order to avoid public shareholder information, business magazines value the company at a whopping 4 billion because it is still expanding, and as long as the Cold War does not stop, as long as the United States continues to increase its military presence overseas, the company will continue to expand and occupy the most central areas of the airports of the countries where it is stationed.

What's even more terrifying is that everyone has no idea how many shareholders DFS has and what their identities are.

Anyway, Julian has known Robert for so many years, and he only knows the two alumni founders of DFS.

"That's a good article." At this time, Robert found a text of interest in the magazine, and he read it with great interest:

"If those nerds at Boston's elite schools think that having the name of Yale or Harvard can intimidate the members of SSD, I don't mind kicking their ass and re-teaching them what an SSD is. Looks like they need support, Charlie, call the SSD boss for me to find out if these two kids need a lawyer or something...... No, I saw it, they found the lawyer from the White Shoes firm......"

Soon, Robert stopped speaking, and the expression on his face changed from the pastime of passing the time before to playfulness, and after reading the entire article, he spoke: "Call Charlie Feeney at the Hong Kong headquarters and ask him to issue an internal notice in the name of DFS, whether for efficiency, cost or other reasons, that the company's office software will be replaced with OSS by Actor, this matter was done before the trial, he must have received this magazine and will understand the meaning before the trial." ”

"Do you need me to help you call the club again and ask them to call you to thank you?" The butler asked.

"No, I'm on vacation in Massachusetts, and they'll come to see me to thank you in person, not to mention that they don't come, we're a large commercial user of OSS, and we have a reason to intervene on the grounds that this penalty may suffer economic and human losses." After Robert finished speaking, he handed the magazine to Farrell next to him:

"SSDs are about to give birth to another pair of Robert and Charlie, this time in California, Stanford University SSD Chapter, Tommy and Jason."

"Are you sure I read your in-house magazine and won't let you violate SSD's leak rules?" Julian teased, then took the magazine and looked at it, not as interested as Robert, because this is not the internal magazine of the Order of the Phoenix, he at least simply looked at the photos, and then understood the content in general, and then put the magazine on the table: "I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that the two of them are robbers in suits, at least I haven't met the engineer in charge of program control in the company, and when encountering litigation trouble, the face on the photo can still show this kind of excited expression, the opponent is Lotus Corporation, a well-known software company in Boston... …”

"Try the vanilla-flavored cookies I baked, Mr. Miller, and my father." Otulia walked over with baking gloves and a freshly baked biscuit on the table in front of them, just in time to find the photo in the magazine.

She was slightly stunned at first, and then picked up the magazine in disbelief, and looked at the photo of Tommy and Jason on it: "Tommy Hawk? Is this Tommy? ”

"You know him?" Farrell was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Tommy Hawke, this is the kid who made a lot of money from an international summer camp and sent himself to Stanford by the way?" The world is really crowded. ”

Robert also looked at Otilia, but Farrell's words just now made him interested: "Otilia, do you mind helping me explain when we eat cookies, what is it called making a big profit from an international summer camp and sending yourself to Stanford by the way?" ”

The first more ~~ first to say that I am not lazy, and I don't want to reverse the schedule again, not at night to start the code, in the afternoon to start the code, but when checking the information to see too engrossed, unconsciously as a look for several hours, and the second more has been half of the code, right away ~ I will be as soon as possible ~

(End of chapter)