Hollywood Hunter

After about half an hour's flight, the helicopter landed in an estate on the oceanfront of Southampton on the eastern end of Long Island.

Wishing Momo, who had been excited all this way, took Simon's arm and got out of the helicopter, looking at the three-story stone exterior country-style house at the end of the open lawn, her eyes widened and exclaimed, "This place is beautiful."

Compared to the crowdedness of Manhattan, standing on the lawn of this 10-acre estate, with the turquoise blue vault of the sky overhead, the imposing villa in front of it, the sound of the waves behind it, and the vibrant greenery of summer surrounding it, anyone in this environment can instantly feel a little more relaxed.

Simon took the three girls towards the villa, and to the Zhu Momo who took his arm, "If you like it, you can always come over later."

Zhu Momo was very bold, her eyes looked at Simon and said, "Actually, I was wondering if I could also own such a manor."

Simon smiled at the corners of his mouth, not minding the girl's direct manifestation of ambition, his tone carrying some hint of compulsion: "It depends on your performance."

When Simon said this, the three girls around him all looked slightly moved.

If it wasn't for the desire for fame and fortune, the three girls wouldn't have ventured to sign up for Elite's modeling contest, after all, at this stage in China, the profession of modeling was still seen by most people as a job that couldn't be held up. Simon's simple words, if it were anyone else's words, the three girls might just take it as a joke.

But, this was Simon Westeros.

Thinking about the battle when the other party visited China a few months ago, as well as, more than a trillion dollars, when such an estate, for this man, it might be similar to a dress for them.

Approaching the villa, there is already a waitress waiting in front of the door respectfully.

Although the Westeros family's real estate all over the world, but with the still expanding team of waiters, no matter how big or small, the routine maintenance of each property is to the extent that they can be ready to move in, but the expenditure in this area, every year is enough for Simon to buy a few more foot manor.

Of course, money was not even an issue for Simon.

Waiting for Simon several people to come to the villa steps, one of the leading blonde waitresses came forward, slightly sideways also stepped along with Simon stepped up the steps, while respectfully saying: "Mr. Westeros, Ms. Davis will arrive in half an hour, do you need anything now?"

Instead of answering immediately, Simon asked, "What's your name?"

"Jill," the waitress added with a slight hesitation, "Jill Peckett."

Simon nodded, "Find out what kind of party is going on here in the Hamptons tonight, something a little more relaxed, and have a shipment of clothes sent over for them."

"Okay."

Jill said, gauging the size of the three wishing Momo and instantly knowing what to expect.

Everyone entered the villa, the interior is also relatively primitive style of decoration, the walls reveal rocks, deep red wooden floors, logs assembled furniture, seemingly rough cloth sofas ...... gathered together, but with a special natural beauty. There had actually been some animal specimens, which Simon was not interested in, so they were removed.

Zhu Momo, Jian Xin and Tao Yuelei were looking around with great interest, hearing the man's words of explanation, and then looked at each other with anticipation.

Passing through the villa hall and turning right to a sitting room, Simon sat down on the sofa, patted the small waist of Zhu Momo who followed suit, and said to Jill, "Take them for a walk around the villa, I'll rest for a while."

Gil agreed again, making a gesture of invitation to the three girls of Zhu Momo, and said to Simon, "Boss, can I get you anything to drink?"

"Just give me a glass of water."

The three wishing momo who originally wanted Simon to accompany them heard the man say that they needed to take a break, didn't say anything, and nicely followed Gill to leave the room.

Once out the door, Gil recruited another maid to show the three women around the villa, and instructed the other subordinates to arrange for the attendants who had come with Simon to drop in at the annexe, making a quick call to Angry Davies on the way to the kitchen.

Placing the tray on the coffee table in front of Simon, Jill knelt down on the carpet and looked over at the man leaning on the couch with a copy of Business Week in his hand, "Want a cup, boss?"

Simon shook his head, "No."

Jill responded softly, unscrewing the cap and bringing the water bottle to the corner of the coffee table closest to Simon.

Silence ensued.

Jill Peckett's expression was slightly hesitant, and in the end, she stuck to her kneeling position by the coffee table, because the opportunity to have direct contact with her boss was so rare, and once Angry Davis arrived with his team, everything on this side of the table would be taken over, and it would be impossible to get even a word with someone again.

After nearly ten minutes of this, Jill finally heard the voice she was expecting, "You know how much I love it when women stay in this position?"

Jill took a slight pause and nodded honestly, "Yes, boss."

After all, being in the midst of the Vikings' waitress team, about someone's personality preferences, Jill Peckett, who had been a Vikings' waitress for almost two years, gathered together the information she had gathered in bits and pieces, and got the general idea.

Simon turned a random page of Business Week in his hand and asked, "Tell me about yourself."

Jill was stunned.

This, though, really hadn't been expected, but even more so, it was clear that this was the best chance to make an impression on the powerful man's mind.

Flying to organize his thoughts, Gil said, "Boss, I received this job offer two years ago after graduating from Princeton's graduate program in applied mathematics, and agreed to it because I believed it would give me a great potential platform for growth. After my initial training, I was initially in charge of the day-to-day operations of an estate in Miami, Florida, before being transferred to New York by Mrs. Davis six months later, and then, perhaps thinking I was doing a good job, Madame spoke to me personally once, and as of last month put me in charge of the head waitress team for a total of seven properties in Southampton."

"You seem to be doing a good job,"

Gill thought, not showing off the many opinions he had offered on the day-to-day management and team structure of the Vicarage waitresses, but confidently saying, "Yes."

"And applied math, I like people who are good at math."

"Thank you boss, also, while working the last two years, I got my MBA degree."

"Oh, I like that too." Simon flipped through the magazine in his hands with a smile on his lips, "But, unfortunately, you missed the timing, good opportunities like ABCD and the others are no longer available, just like the founder's bonus of a company, the founding team can always get a higher return with relative ease, while later employees, even if they are more capable, do a better job, or even become CEOs, can't earn more than the original shareholder Still more."

"I don't think so, boss," Gil, however, countered, "With the resources the Westeros system has at its disposal, we can still be more successful than the average person if the boss is willing to give us the opportunity to do so."

"And what kind of opportunities do you want?"

"I want to be the boss's woman."

"And then what?"

"I'll do whatever the boss gives me the opportunity to do."

"In that case, you probably know some of my habits, so drop your current job and go be the personal waitress for those three girls you just met."

Jill looked over to Simon, whose eyes were still on that Business Week magazine, "What do you mean, boss, my opportunity, in China?"

Simon finally looked up and sized up Jill, "You are very clever indeed."

Jill laughed softly.

Remembering that a Princeton high achiever had even received a job offer from the Vicky's waitress, how could a woman who wasn't smart enough for such selection criteria get in? And she also believed that the man in front of her should also see another good thing in her: enough tenacity.

She had to know that for this opportunity, she had waited patiently for two years.

Although even the more peripheral members of the Vega's female guard team were paid quite well, because the day-to-day work was so 'low-level', and because not seeing a certain man for a long time was far less than initially thought, there were many people who couldn't survive and chose to leave.

In contrast, Jill was definitely one of the few who was very proactive and tolerant enough to endure the torment of mediocrity.

Of course, there was no intention of staying on forever.

Jill's plan was to work out the full term of her five-year contract, and if she couldn't fish her way out of it, then she would definitely leave and do something of her own, relying on the last few years' accumulation and the Westeros family's share of the vase fund for the Vikings' female guard team. She was 23 when she joined two years ago, and even if she was only 28 by the planned five years later, a lot of things weren't too late.

Now, things have clearly taken a turn for the worse.

For what it's worth, even without today, Jill knows she's locked in a great future after meeting Janet Westeros in June. There were always going to be some rumors out there that Janet Westeros had been snubbed by Simon Westeros, but Jill was aware that the Janet Westeros, or rather the two Janes, at the Dume Point estate held far more resources and power than many of the mistresses of the wealthy and powerful families.

It was just that Jill was still more interested in the direct favor of the family man than in Janet Westeros' future plans for her.

Simon simply closed the Business Weekly in his hand and motioned toward the woman, "Come here."

Jill obeyed and moved to the man's feet.

Simon reached out and took the woman's chin in his hand to measure her, a standard Germanic appearance of over eighty, with blond hair, blue eyes, a straight nose and a delicate mouth, and a touch of soft skin that was obviously well cared for at his fingertips, "Pechter, is that a German surname?"

Jill nodded slightly, "Yes, boss, I was born in Germany and immigrated to America with my parents when I was three."

Simon withdrew his hand and smiled, "Add another point, I like German girls too. Aside from the lack of a sense of humor, Germans are truly one of the finest people on the planet."

Jill thoughtfully handed the bottle of mineral water that Simon hadn't touched to her boss, looking up into the man's glittering eyes, but didn't say anything.

In fact, Jill was very curious about the man's ethnicity.

Or the whole world was very curious.

Westerners always stressed equality and political correctness, but the truth was that most people cared very much about ethnicity, and it wasn't just the differences between different races, including between whites and whites. The most superior, for example, is obviously Anglo-Saxon, the most controversial, is Jewish, and as for the Slavs, they belong to the lowest level and have long been disliked and even hostile for historical reasons.

And then there's Simon Westeros, who was once rumored to be Jewish because of his Hollywood origins and the miracle of the young man's rapid accumulation of a huge fortune, and the Jewish community obviously wanted this to be true.

Only, based on physical appearance, Westeros seems to be more of a mainstream Anglo-Saxon, which is certainly what the 'Wasp' crowd expects.

Also, with some rumors of Westeros being interested in Eastern Europe, especially after using the former Soviet army to make a scene in Africa two years ago, there was some more gossip about Westeros having Slavic ancestry.

Because of the man's orphaned origins, there's no way to even know his real last name, and the truth is probably not even clear to Westeros himself. Or, the man already knew. After all, with the growing power and wealth, it probably wouldn't be hard to find out some of the truth if Westeros himself wanted to pursue anything.

Thinking so, after Simon had taken a few sips of water and seemed to be in a good mood, Gil said, "Boss, can I pick my own team to follow the three of them?"

"Good."

"So, then, boss, then what can I do?"

"Understand China first and find your own opportunities. Unlike Europe and America, the other side of the ocean is a blue ocean of capital in my opinion, and if you can't even find an opportunity in such an environment, you'll just have to feel safe in your current position."

"If I find it, will the boss support it?"

"Let's find it first."

Jill opened her mouth again, wanting to speak.

Simon smiled, "As for funds or resources, you'll be given them when you should be given them."

After a short chat, the housekeeper, Angry Davies, arrived and naturally took over Jill Peckett's job, and the three girls were given a tour of the villa by Simon with the idea of letting the cat out of the bag, and were called downstairs again to see the hall full of racks of luxurious women's clothes and bags and shoes, and even a team of professional stylists.

After a full two hours of straightening, the three girls who had just signed a contract with Elite and had previously had to live in a group home and wear the cheapest clothes were completely transformed from Cinderellas to princesses.

As in a dream.

In the meantime, the housekeeper also collected a batch of information about the party held in the Hamptons tonight, Simon selected the owner of the Condé Nast Group Shiyi Newhouse in his East Hampton mansion to host a charity cocktail party. Simon's interest in attending was met with a little liaison, and he was welcomed.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

The summer night finally enveloped the four fields, Simon arrived with three dress girls in a stretched Rolls Royce at the Ivy Newhouse mansion in East Hampton, the head of the Newhouse family, who controlled a lot of media resources and was once on par with the Hearst family, personally came out to greet.

"Welcome, Simon, you're going to be the biggest surprise of the party tonight."

"I hope I'm not being too abrupt."

"Of course not."

Shiyi Newhouse greeted Simon with a greeting, not forgetting to shake hands with each of the three gorgeous oriental ladies beside him, with a mouthful of ridicule and envy.

Really envious.

This young man, no matter what aspect, was enough to make them feel jealous of the old rich. When it came to women, at a level like Newhouse, of course, there was no shortage of women, but it was impossible for Shiyi Newhouse, who was short and unimpressive, to get a large number of beautiful women of all colors to throw themselves at him.

As soon as he entered the hall of the villa, many eyes gathered around him at the first time, and then he couldn't move.

When Shiyi Newhouse saw this situation, he was actually a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't show it.

For this young man who had almost destroyed the Hearst family, the Newhouse family did not dare to slow down at all, even though the rise of the Internet dominated by the Westeros system in recent years had continuously squeezed the living space of the traditional paper media, but when the gap became wider and wider, no one had any special thoughts.

As for the pride of the century-old money family?

Forget it.

Simon has no pretensions and quickly blends into the crowd.

The guests at the Newhouse family party, whether in fashion, media or finance, had mostly been known to Simon over the years. For example, Anna Coleman, the president, Anna Wintour, the editor-in-chief of Vogue magazine, and Cindy Crawford had all met at Jerry Hall's house last night.

In fact, this circle would have been small.

It was no surprise to Anna Coleman and a few others that Simon, who was staying overnight at Hall's house, had shown up at this reception today with three oriental ladies, and no one could count how many lovers there were in Westeros anymore. And if it was any other man, especially if he was still married, it was inevitable that there would be a storm, and for Simon Westeros, after gradually getting used to it, many people took it for granted.

"Jane and the three of them have just been signed under Elite, Anna, and if the right opportunity comes up at Vogue, you can give them a try."

"No problem, Simon," Anna Wintour promised with a smile, and took a good look at the three girls, "I have to say, they all have great bodies and are going to shine in the future, and by the way, Simon, are you going to put them on the Vogue runway one last time? "

"It depends on the circumstances, they're all new to the industry and they're not doing too well with the steps. You know, I'm a very strict person."

Anna Wintour smiled, "I'm actually a very strict person."

"Of course."

Simon and Anna Wintour were chatting with Anna Wintour and the other three girls, Jane Xin, were nicely accompanying them, smiling. All three girls' English abilities were only sufficient for simple communication, and it was difficult to understand people around them who spoke a little faster. However, although they could only be quail beside men, the three girls were quite excited about being able to attend such a party.

Anna Wintour, who understands what Vogue is all about in the fashion world, is all gleaming with excitement, not to mention the fact that they are surrounded by the biggest names in New York City.

Of course, no one is bigger than the man next to them.

So definitely hold on tight.

Simon was chatting with a few of the Winters when a slightly older voice came from beside him, "Simon, I never thought I'd see you here tonight."

Turning his head, it was George Soros, accompanied by another middle-aged man.

Shaking hands with the other man, Simon also said, "I didn't expect to see you here either, George, I didn't think you'd be interested in fashion?"

"Heh, of course not, I've been here this afternoon talking about things, and just happened to be here tonight for a party, so I came along," said George Soros, and looked at the three vases beside Simon, saying, "You're enviable," so to speak, before introducing his side The middle-aged man with white hair and dark glasses: "By the way, Simon, this is David Rubinstein, he runs a private equity fund with a few other people called Carey, maybe you've heard of him."

The middle-aged man took a slight step forward and extended his hand towards Simon, "Mr. Westeros, nice to meet you."

"Hello, David, just call me Simon."

With just the right look of honor, David Rubinstein pulled out his business card again and handed it over, "So, Simon, here's my card."

Simon took it and smiled, "I'm sorry, but I don't seem to have a business card."

It's true.

It used to be true, but I don't know when it started, but it's gone, and mostly because I don't want to mess up my hair.

David Rubenstein's expression was not in the least bit inappropriate: "It's okay."

Simon nodded and looked again at the business card in his hand.

The Carlyle Group, combined with the memories of two lifetimes, Simon certainly knew.

Unlike New York where various funds were piling up, the Carlyle Group was a rare investment company that originated in Washington, and people with a keen intuition could probably understand the company's background just by virtue of that.

The standard combination of government and business capital.

The Carlyle Group, which has recruited a large number of former senior officials in Washington as executives or advisers, has been engaged in corporate capital operations in the defense sector since it was founded in the 1980s, in other words, it has acquired or taken stakes in companies in related fields, and then used its political connections to draw defense orders for these companies, thereby making a profit.

U.S. military industrial group, not just the general impression of Loma, Boeing these giants, many important military equipment, such as fighter jets, aircraft carriers and so on, easily need hundreds of thousands of suppliers, of which the operating space is very large. Just like some news that came to light later, a warship nut, the same material, the same standard, the market price is less than $5, but the Ministry of Defense procurement price from the supplier can be as high as $700, more than a hundred times the difference in price.

As for the reason?

Don't ask.

Asking is a military secret.

After all, the defense budget is just too ample to spend all the time on crabs, so it can only be so bad.

However, compared to a bunch of parasites in the U.S. defense field, the Carlyle Group is still considered a more ideal one, and then gradually grew and became a private equity player in the industry, once compared with Blackstone, KKR and other companies. Then, through the financial crisis in 2008, it could not escape the fate of the decline after the boom.

Simon's memory is quite deep, there was the incident of Carlyle's acquisition of XCMG.

Hmm.

That's not much to say.

At this time, I didn't expect that the Carlyle Group still had a relationship with Soros, which was not surprising.

Soros's close ties with Washington were also well known.

David Rubinstein obviously wished to talk more with Simon, but the initiative to speak was soon snatched away by Soros again: "Simon, I went to Russia once a while ago, and I heard that you were in Ukraine at that time."

"Yeah, vacation."

With a helpless expression Soros aimed another look at the three vases beside Simon, "Simon, you're living in paradise almost every day, why would you need a special vacation?"

"Of course, there's a vacation to Australia in a while."

Simon didn't really want to pick up Soros's conversation about Russia, saying more, in case the financial giant jumped out of the Russian financial quagmire starting next year early, it wouldn't be good, he was still waiting to help Soros clean up 'messes', such as a certain one that will probably be taken down by Soros-backed Russian oligarch Potanin Shares of the state-owned telecom company.

"Actually, George, I don't have anything too specific planned for a lot of things right now, it's just a matter of scattering seeds everywhere, and then, waiting to see which ones can sprout, water them if they grow well, and when they bear fruit, it's even more of a joy for all."

Solus sniffed, his expression cautious and complex: "Simon, from what you say, I'm a little bit shocked instead. Last time you scattered seeds everywhere, and then, as we all see now, Ygritte, Cisco, America Online ......"

Simon was easy to talk to: "George, a lot of my moves are out in the open, and if you think it's promising, Quantum Fund can follow through."

Simon's voice trailed off, and David Rubinstein, standing next to Soros, couldn't help but shake his hand slightly as he held his cocktail glass.

Ah, the New World gate.

Soros was clearly completely unaware of David Rubinstein's thoughts, and the heavy look dissolved into a grin, "That's the problem, Simon, I can't afford to follow through."

After several successive financial sniping fame, Quantum Fund now controls tens of billions of dollars, however, in front of the Westeros system, which already controls assets up to more than two trillion dollars, Quantum Fund is still simply not enough. Simon said he was scattering seeds everywhere, and even assuming all of those targets were handpicked by the young man, the Quantum Fund couldn't afford to follow.

Even if he follows a few of them, who knows how to care for the seeds once they germinate to bear fruit?

Now a series of new technology companies such as Ygritte, seemingly unstoppable along the way, but, if there was really someone who could see this prospect, and even after seeing and know what to do, these now market value is simply eye-popping super giant companies, and how could it be the turn of this new money junior who has just risen not many years to dominate.

All in all, Soros was genuinely a bit jumpy to hear Simon say that he was spreading seeds again.

Soros was actually a bit misguided.

The seed spreading that Simon was talking about this time was actually similar to the little arrangement that had been made with Jill Peckett in her Southampton villa in the evening. Or, for that matter, the layout of industry in the Ukrainian Rovno state. Or even, slightly larger, such as a certain short man with thinning hair in Russia, and so on.

These are no longer the forward-looking placements of new technology industries that were made in successive years after the 87th crash.

After topping out, Simon, who did feel slightly uncertain about the future, has been sowing seeds somewhat haphazardly for the last two years, so there is no clear expectation of future returns.

However, many years later, when the 'seeds' that Simon had sown around the world over the years grew up and almost overshadowed the entire world, not only did Soros confirm that the heart palpitations of the moment were right, but the entire world was inevitably palpitating at the time.