The Goddess Shines on America

"Five hundred meters? Oh my God Anderson, you really underestimated me."

In the messy concrete workshop, you can see Mexican workers busy everywhere, and at the same time, every few meters, there is a Persian-style stone sculpture standing on the ground. Alice walked in high heels and chatted with the owner of this place, O'Brien-Anderson about her recent events.

"Actually, my brother first proposed the concept of 500 meters. Of course I don’t blame him. For an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy, a world-class skyscraper with a height of 528 meters is already sufficient. His little heart is looking forward to becoming a superhero."

O'Brien-Anderson, compared to when he held a gathering in Switzerland a month ago, he looks even more extraordinary today. It has been a long time since the last meeting, the beautiful girl suddenly called, and he happened to be dealing with his career in Los Angeles. The beauty of this coincidence is fascinating.

"But this project has already started." He said softly, his suit and leather shoes matched with lavender-scented cologne: "If you really plan to change the height of the floor, wouldn't the previous blueprints be in vain?"

"Then draw another one." Alice said with great ease: "The ten thousand-foot high-rise building is on the ground. Anyway, it is still digging on the construction site. When will they build the entire seven underground floors. I definitely have time to reproduce a painting. Isn't this kind of thing changed as soon as I say it?"

Anderson couldn't help feeling very moved when he heard the words. To say that a beautiful woman only has looks, it can only be called a vase at best. To say that a learned woman only has knowledge, it can only be called a professor. But now, the girl in front of him not only possesses both of these two qualities, but is also extremely immature in age. I believe that no matter which man knows her, he will definitely leave a deep mark in his heart.

"If I had your high efficiency, it would not be a dream to expand my business tenfold now." While talking, the two passed through five workers who were idle and resting. Anderson immediately stared and called in Spanish. Drink it. The few people hurried off the table like a mouse and a cat, and then went to work on their own.

"These **** don't always stare at them, they always think of ways to be lazy." With a light smile to save his image, he asked again: "By the way, Miss Wang, what do you think of my factory? Are you interested? An investment?"

As a successful German businessman, O'Brien-Anderson has scattered industries all over the world. This is a warehouse for storing and processing ancient Persian toys. A series of fine stone sculptures are lined up beside the factory wall, and Zhengyou workers in front are busy, putting a five-meter-high statue into the front. The ground is covered with a layer of fine dust, but fortunately there is no dust here.

"Ah... I'm afraid I can't do anything about the history industry." Alice smiled: "It's okay to visit museums and read history books, but when it comes to dealing with these institutions, it's not easy to put collectors everywhere. Work."

It just so happened that a worker on the scaffold accidentally dropped the hammer. With a bang, the hammer fell just a meter away from Alice, smashing the foam cardboard out of a big hole!

"Hey, you bastard, be careful!" Anderson immediately cursed in Spanish, and quickly took Alice away from there: "I'm sorry, Miss Wang, I blame these **** workers for being so frivolous. I didn't scare you. Right?"

"Well, I'm fine, but Mr. Anderson, your Spanish is really good."

Anderson proudly said: "I have taken Spanish as an elective course in college. Although I have only been in school for three years, this is an ability that needs constant practice to maintain."

"I remember you just said half an hour ago that you went to a university in Switzerland." Alice will not change into amnesia, let alone what the purpose of this meeting is. There has been an hour before and after, and too much nonsense chatting, she should also turn to the topic.

"But you never said what major you studied. In addition, there must be a lot of ideals when you were a college student? I am curious. Looking back at my 20-year-old thinking from the eyes of a 40-year-old, it will be the same. What kind of experience is it?"

The content of the question is very simple, you can even ask it directly shortly after the meeting, but Alice doesn't want the other party to know her true purpose. After all, she was personally in this uncle’s third-floor room and overheard the other party’s plan from the left to the other. For this type of secondary disease, if they touched the most sensitive territory in their hearts as soon as they came up, it would be vicious. Rebound can be extremely dangerous.

"Is it ideal... of course there is."

When Anderson actually said that, Alice almost laughed straight up to the sky!

How about it, this guy is really a secondary disease!

But after asking three questions, he jumped directly to what his ideal is!

However, Anderson intends to sell it. He is very interested in what is stuffed in the brain of the girl in front of him: "But I can't tell you my ideals so easily, Miss Wang, unless you tell me first. What is your ideal, otherwise I can't easily..."

"Mr. Anderson."

Before Anderson could finish speaking, a calm voice sounded.

The bodyguard is here.

Heinrich emerged from the distant office and walked up quickly: "Mr. Anderson, can I take a step to speak?"

Alice's expression remained unchanged, and Anderson's smile disappeared immediately. He nodded and said, "No problem, you can go in first."

When the bodyguard walked away, Anderson said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Miss Wang, my employees can't live without me for a moment. Why don't we stop here for our meeting today, and see you again?"

Alice glanced at the bodyguard who suddenly appeared. She remembered the name Heinrich clearly. The conversation she heard on the third floor of the manor was between Anderson and that person. It seemed that this was The small group is about to take action, but she plans to continue this unfamiliar game.

"No problem, Mr. Anderson."

With a short skirt and high heels, today she is the most glamorous and rare moment. Obviously, she has achieved her goal: "Another side answer to your question just now. Although it is not ideal, I do want to create another one in the computer industry. For a record, the Exeter Institute was established for this purpose. If you are interested, you should visit it often."

Layers of subtext point to the relationship between the female spy and the wealthy businessman, and God knows where the super programmer working for him works. Of course, Alice did not intend to let Anderson realize the connotation. As for the other party, of course, it is even more impossible to know that something has been exposed.

"Of course there is no problem. I have always been interested in the field of scientific research, but unfortunately you left a bit early that day, otherwise we might also..."

"Mr. Anderson, I have something important here..."

"Speaking of that banquet that day..." Alice interrupted the light bulb bodyguard loudly. The guy with a dead face actually interrupted the conversation between the bosses, really bold: "You really haven't found out who and Did the security exchange fire?"

I talked about the same question when I first met, and when I asked again this time, Alice glanced at the light bulb bodyguard, but saw that he was still just a dead face, no change from beginning to end.

"Unfortunately, they are all dead." Anderson sighed: "The firefight occurred directly outside the house, and the monitoring equipment was also damaged. The only thing the Swiss police can investigate is the ones I have just told you. An escape use A five-millimeter pistol, a sniper provides remote support. In fact, compared to the identity of the murderer, I am more curious about their purpose."

"Well, yes, yes, after all, you didn't lose anything important." At least Anderson told the public that way, and of course Alice also trusted Harry Purness's hacking skills. The concern when we first met, the retelling before the farewell, talked about this topic twice, and observed the expressions of the owner and the bodyguard twice, but no matter how Alice looked at them, she could only find a little bit of love at most, "Amorous feelings." "If you don’t use brainwashing, I’m afraid it’s really impossible.

The beautiful girl then left the factory, her high heels couldn't make much noise on the concrete floor, coming and going lightly, leaving only the stunning gazes of the Mexican workers in the audience. A 16-year-old Asian beautiful woman, a rich woman, not to mention the daydreaming of marrying her as a wife, even if she learns the fine traditions of Indians and talks to her, that is an infinite glorious achievement.

"boom!"

"moron!"

As soon as he entered the room, Anderson was kicked to the ground by Heinrich.

"You, the male dog in heat, didn't you even notice that she came to test us on purpose!?"

The silent bodyguard exploded with astonishing anger, Anderson quickly got up from the ground, the sophisticated suit was already covered with dust~www.readwn.com~Tent? Heinrich, you called me aside in a hurry for this? "He said angrily: "Who do you think she is?" Alice-king! A prestigious Silicon Valley entrepreneur! She even has a relationship with the arms dealer in Maryland! Temptation? Do you think a character like her will work for cia..."

"boom!"

With another kick, Heinrich kicked his boss to the ground again.

"Although I don't know when her name was on the guest list, I believe that O'Brien Anderson did not invite Alice Wang to attend. The so-called nonsense introduced by a friend is only you controlled by a worm. I can't think of it until my head is lost."

He said coldly: "I don't know if the shooting after that has anything to do with her, and I don't know what she wants to find out, but Anderson, you remember, now, this girl was targeted by me. "

After putting down these words, Heinrich did not look at his boss anymore, but looked out the window.

Bugatti, which was airlifted from the United Kingdom, was carrying a **** his way home. (To be continued.)