Hollywood Hunter

After dinner, I took a helicopter to Long Island to participate in Time Warner's high-level reception, and left the mansion of Time Warner Chairman Gerald Levine in East Hampton. It was already more than ten o'clock in the evening.

Grace was almost obedient to Simon, but she still insisted on not spending the night with him.

Simon did not force it, and returned to Manhattan with the woman.

The Black Hawk helicopter takes off from the easternmost point of Long Island, and it takes about half an hour for a distance of more than 100 kilometers.

Inside the spacious Black Hawk cabin.

The four bodyguards who accompanied him all sat in the front row wittily, and at the back of the two rows of vacancies, Grace was sitting on Simon's lap with her arms around her neck. Although there was no more intimate action, the woman's face was still flushed.

"I really want to go back, but I will often go to San Francisco in the future. You know, the new media operation department and Instagram have established a special office there," Grace whispered, obsessedly Caressed the handsome face of the little man close at hand, and asked, "When will you go back to the East Coast? This week or next week, I can arrange the time with you."

Simon felt the scent of a beautiful woman in his arms and said, "There is no time for this week. I will go to Japan tomorrow. I will let you know next week."

Grace nodded, and curiously asked, "What are you going to do in Japan?"

"The construction of Universal Studios Osaka has begun to finish, I need to go over and take a look."

Grace remembered some rumors of the'Westero effect' and smiled: "Will you pass this time will cause the Japanese stock market to fall again?"

Simon understood what a woman was referring to, and smiled: "It's hard to say, because of the recent currency crisis in Mexico, the global financial markets are in shock."

Entering October, international currency speculators headed by the Soros Quantum Fund began to sell the Mexican peso. This time, Cersei Capital's Cersei Fund Management Company is also involved, and the Mexican economy is doomed to escape.

As for the deeper reasons for this matter, we still have to start with the North American Free Trade Area, which was promoted by the Bush administration two years ago.

In December 1992, after negotiations, Canada, the United States, and Mexico formally signed the "North American Free Trade Agreement", announcing the establishment of the North American Free Trade Area. This event was originally a political achievement promoted by the Bush administration in order to fight for re-election during the election that year. , But unfortunately it didn't work.

After coming to power, the Clinton administration was dissatisfied with many provisions of the North American Free Trade Agreement, especially after the tariffs between the three countries were abolished, Mexico’s low-priced industrial and agricultural products formed a strong price advantage for the United States and Canada, and the annual trade surplus Significantly improved.

Bill Clinton is a very rule-abiding politician. If you want to maintain the credibility of the US government, of course the trade agreements that have been signed cannot just be changed.

So there was this Mexican currency crisis.

With the Mexican peso plummeting, Mexico has to seek assistance from the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund controlled by the United States if it does not want a complete economic collapse. At that time, in order to obtain financial assistance, the Mexican government must make many commitments and concessions in opening up the domestic market, etc., which is a disguised re-modification of the North American Free Trade Agreement.

The 92 pound crisis, the 94 Mexican peso crisis, and the 97 Southeast Asian economic crisis, in the final analysis, are actually a routine.

Globalization has brought the world economy together.

Although Mexico’s economy is very small, the currency crisis in this country inevitably triggered global stock market volatility because of the involvement of the United States. Japan, which is on the other side of the ocean, cannot stay out of the situation either.

Grace is also aware of the recent currency crisis in Mexico, and heard the words: "If it falls again this time, the Japanese may really deny you entry in the future."

Simon said indifferently: "If you don't go, don't go. I don't like Japan anyway."

"Why don't you like it? I have been to Japan many times, traveling or on official business, and I feel very good." Grace said, with a little bit of teasing in her tone: "And, Japanese girls are very docile, you must like them."

Simon did not respond to Grace's subsequent questions.

Whether a woman is meek or not, it often depends on people. The most indispensable thing around him now is a ‘docile’ woman.

It's the reason why he doesn't like Japan, so Simon can't help thinking.

Japanese culture is widely recognized in the West, and they are all very positive.

However, Simon has never felt much about Japan, so he rarely goes to the country on the other side of the ocean.

As for why?

Naturally, there are some reasons for the past life, at least, there are obviously others.

Seeing Simon distracted, Grace didn't bother. Although she felt a little weird and ashamed to sit on the man's lap, she was reluctant to leave and twisted her body slightly to change to a more comfortable position.

After a while, Simon finally became clear. Under Grace’s curious watch, he took the initiative to speak: “Japan is too closed and its comprehensive strength is very strong. Whether it is politics, economy or culture, there is no chance for the Westeros system. ."

Grace was confused.

Simon asked, "Have you read "Gone with the Wind"?"

Grace didn't know why the little man mentioned this suddenly, and said with a smile, "I will start reading tomorrow."

"The protagonist Reid Butler in "Gone with the Wind" has an argument that the era of war and change is the paradise for capitalists and careerists." So, Simon said with emotion: "The more you think, the more reasonable it is. , War will bring about drastic redistribution, and change will create a lot of wealth. These are the best times for the rise of upstarts. If it were not for this major change in the information age, I could only control a large film company in Hollywood and own data. The net worth of tens of billions of dollars is the ultimate, it is impossible to do everything now."

If Grace has realized: "So you don't like Japan, because this country is too stable, too closed, and its own strength is very strong, and it can't give you the opportunity to invade and control."

Simon nodded: "Yes, except for Japan, Britain, France, Germany, etc., I don't like these. In comparison, I prefer Eastern Europe and Africa, as well as other countries in Asia except Japan."

Grace felt the strong aggressiveness in the little man’s tone. She didn’t feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, she became more obsessed. She said softly, “The stronger the goal, the more challenging it is. I believe that as long as you are willing, whether it is Countries such as the United Kingdom or Japan will not be a problem."

Simon believes: “Of course it’s not a problem, or it’s just a matter of time. I need to first accumulate strength through a series of relatively simple goals, roughly like... the countryside surrounds the city, do you know this?”

Grace shook her head honestly.

Simon joked: "I really can't talk to an uneducated woman like you."

Grace leaned forward feigningly, opened her mouth and gently bit the man's ear.

The helicopter arrived at the apron on the east side of Manhattan on the East River, where two luxury cars had been parked. Simon took Grace into one of them, and was about to tell the driver to go to Greenwich first. The woman talked about her new address, and the luxury car turned north after leaving the tarmac.

Stop at the junction as usual.

In the carriage, Grace reluctantly kissed the man's lips and whispered a few words before pushing the door to get out of the car.

Different from the lively Middle and Lower City, the Upper East Side at 11 o'clock in the night seems very quiet, even a bit deep. Walking alone on the street, Grace did not feel any sense of insecurity. She came to her villa, took out the key to open the door, and turned her head to look at the Bentley still parked there.

Knowing that he couldn't see it, he couldn't help but smiled over there before entering the door.

"Mom, you are finally back."

The daughter Rita, who heard the movement, greeted her first, greeted her and hugged Grace, then twitched her little nose on Grace's shoulder, and sniffed her mother's chest. It seemed that she had found something, but she couldn't say anything.

Grace took off her daughter's hug without showing the slightest strangeness, smiled and asked, "What are you doing, it's like a puppy."

Rita Spoult took her mother's arm and walked towards the living room, tilting her head slightly with a thoughtful expression: "Mom, you have some, um, other smells," she said, and looked around carefully, and whispered to her. Mother's ear: "Mom, will you have an affair?"

Simon doesn't have the habit of spraying any men's perfume. He has a good physique and he doesn't have the peculiar smell common to Westerners. However, each person actually has a very specific personal aura, and Grace lingers with him on the way back from Long Island, and it is inevitable that it will be contaminated. At this time, the daughter was sniffing so close again, and it was inevitable to notice.

Grace heard that there was still nothing unusual in her expression, and she squeezed her daughter’s laughing face: "Mom worked hard to let you live in a big house and go to a good school. That’s how you repay me? It seems I can take you next The pocket money for the week is saved."

Rita Spoult heard that her mother was about to withhold her pocket money, and immediately stopped struggling with the little discovery she had just unknown, holding Grace's arm coquettishly and begging for mercy: "Mom, I am wrong. Are you hungry? I can Help you make supper."

"Just prepare a glass of milk for me. By the way, where are my father and brother?"

"Ray is already asleep. Dad is in the study room upstairs. When I brought the coffee up, he said he might be busy until 12 o'clock. So, Mom, I'm the only one waiting for you."

Grace guessed that her daughter might have gone to a class reunion tonight and came back late, and she hasn't slept now, and warned: "Forget it this time, I must go home before 10 o'clock in the future. I will let Glenn stare at you. , One week’s allowance will be deducted once late.

"Okay, okay, I promise," as they said, the two sat down on the sofa in the living room, and Rita Spoult brought up an old topic: "Mom, in fact, I can go to a part-time job and earn a little bit of money. Money, let me be a model, OK?"

Because her parents' genes are pretty good, the 16-year-old Rita Spoort has reached 176cm in height. She wanted to make some money as a model through Grace's channel as early as 13 years old.

Although she has been in the circle for many years, Grace used to be just an agent. Knowing all the messy things in the circle, she certainly would not agree to her daughter's involvement in this industry.

It's different now.

However, even if she has the ability to protect her daughter 100%, Grace still does not want her to provoke the circle, so she refuses again unceremoniously: "No."

"Well, mother, mother, I beg you."

Grace was swayed by her daughter, but her mind didn't shake at all. However, after thinking about it, she said again: "If you want a part-time job, mom can help you find another job. It's definitely not a model."

Rita Spoult's eyes lit up and asked, "What job?"

Grace said: "I need to help you ask first, and if you want to do a part-time job, you won't have time to go crazy on weekends in the future."

Rita suddenly hesitated a little: "Huh?"

If you are a part-time model, you can just take photos and walk the catwalk on weekends or in the evening. If there are no weekends for a part-time job, then what is the point of making pocket money?

Grace is not reluctant: "You can also not do it, and study well obediently, or I will arrange it for you after next summer vacation."

Rita bargained: "Well, mom, can I first see what job it is?"

Grace nodded and agreed, gently stroking her daughter's blonde hair, and said: "Okay, go upstairs and go to bed. You are not allowed to play on the computer secretly. I will go to the room later."

Rita rubbed her mother coquettishly again, and then jumped up: "I will help mother prepare milk first."

Grace said: "You have a drink yourself, it will help you sleep."

"Yeah."

Watching her daughter hop and run to the kitchen, Grace took out her mobile phone from her bag and started to check the phone messages of the past few hours after rebooting.

After a while, Rita came back with two cups of milk, one cup was placed in front of her mother, one cup was held in her hands, and she sipped a cup of milk beside her mother, only then was Grace drove upstairs.

After checking all the phone messages, I returned some more urgent calls, and it was past twelve o'clock.

Grace sent the two empty cups back to the kitchen. After cleaning, she went upstairs to take a look at the children’s room. Her son was already asleep, and her daughter who was a little bit of a night owl was caught hiding in the bed and talking on the phone, sneaky. Looks like.

Sitting down by Rita's bed, Grace helped her daughter tidy the hair on her forehead and asked softly, "In love?"

Rita wanted to quibble a bit. Feeling her mother's gentle gaze, she hesitated for a while, but nodded: "The captain of our school's football team."

Grace smiled and said, "It seems that Rita is very attractive. We can catch the best boy in school so quickly."

Rita was also a little proud, and she was a little bit happy to be recognized by her mother. She couldn't help but offer a treasure: "Mom, do you want to see his picture?"

"Okay."

Rita immediately took out a photo under her pillow and saw her mother's expression jokingly. She was a little embarrassed and showed it: "His name is Michael Levison."

Grace took it, looked at the tall and handsome blond boy wearing a baseball shirt in the photo, praised a few words, and returned it to her daughter, watching him put the photo under the pillow again, and said: "Mom won't interfere with your private life. However, remember to protect yourself. If he bullies you, be sure to tell mom."

"Mike won't bully me," Rita retorted subconsciously, realizing something was wrong, spitting out her little tongue, and agreeing graciously: "I know, but if Mike bullies me, I'm afraid even dad will beat me. But as for him, Mike is 6 feet 3 inches. Not only is he the captain of the football team, he has also learned to fight and he is very good."

Listening to her daughter's little arm turning away, Grace groaned: "How can you compare your dad with your boyfriend in this way? My dad will always be the one who is the most steadfast in guarding you, but my boyfriend is not necessarily."

Rita insisted: "Mike will."

Grace helplessly stretched out her hand to pinch her daughter's wrinkled nose, and whispered, "Go to sleep, it's late."

Rita didn't worry about the little dispute with her mother just now, and she shrank into the quilt: "Good night, mother."

"good night."

Watching Rita close her eyes, Grace turned off the lamp and left her daughter's bedroom lightly.

When he came to the study room next to the master bedroom on the fourth floor of the villa, Bill Spoult was still busy. There was a pile of materials on the table. The phone stayed on and the video call was still on the computer screen. Grace did not ask much, but just helped The husband heated up a pot of coffee, chatted a few daily, and said good night, he went to his room to rest first.