Hollywood Hunter

This is the management philosophy Simon has adopted in recent years around the increasingly large Westeros system.

From watching people and events, it is increasingly evident that there are many successful cases of both big and small companies, whether it is the macro management model of grasping the big and letting go of the small or the micro management idea of doing everything by oneself, and many negative examples can be found in each other.

As well as, success or failure.

And in Simon's view, in fact, the heart is most important.

The problem is that most people don't put in their best effort, but they are accustomed to the injustice of heaven.

He arrived in New York on Monday, and for the next few days, Simon was dealing with all the work he had accumulated on the West Coast as a result of his previous vacation, the fall TV shows like American Idol, Cisco's $2 billion financing in September, the progress of the Vikings' private army's push to set up direct security departments in the system's various subsidiaries, the U.S. election in full swing and the Westeros family's placement in the political arena, James Raybould's grooming of Westeros's recent investments, and so on and so forth.

And even beyond New York.

On the Hollywood side, after negotiations, "Saving Private Ryan" project finalized, Danielis Entertainment will bear 50% of the production budget and responsible for global distribution, DreamWorks and Paramount to share the remaining 50% of the investment, to complete this project, the old Si students are considered to pay back the Universal Times owed the last film contract.

Over in Ukraine, a massive housing project in Rivne was launched after Simon dropped a $200 million budget.

In China, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon begins shooting this week.

There's also the recent success of the Westerosi private intelligence network in assisting the first group of illegal immigrants from Somalia to enter France, as it was an initial attempt, a small number of just over 50 people, divided into 23 pairs, and some children with them.

The key was all the black and green kind.

And this is just the beginning, there will be people to follow to assist these illegal immigrants to settle in France, the key is to have children, more children, at least one a year per couple. France has revoked birthright citizenship, but as long as the child is born, it is basically impossible to repatriate, and in fact these illegal immigrants who have no passports to speak of have no way to repatriate, having been trained in advance, and everyone has forgotten where they came from.

Even, if anyone is determined to repatriate, the Westeros system has begun to fund a series of French far-left groups.

Once the illegal immigrant smuggling and resettlement network inside and outside France is fully built this year, Simon is expected to plan to send tens of thousands of illegal immigrants to France every year starting next year.

Compared to France's current population of nearly 60 million, these illegal immigrants may seem insignificant, but they are not.

It's the number of newborns that matters.

The number of newborns in France in recent years is around 800,000, the birth rate is relatively low, so Simon only needs to litigate 400,000 pairs of illegal immigrants in their childbearing years to France, one child per year, can account for more than half of France's birth rate. 400,000 pairs, 800,000 people, seems like a lot, but if you stretch the period to 10 years and 20 years, during which there is some war resulting in a refugee influx and so on. And that number was easy to come by.

Simon had enough patience for this, and had even begun to calculate the emergence of a great black president in France, like Mandela, to completely liberate France.

And it was, in a way, a conspiracy.

Even if someone senses Simon's intentions, it is unlikely that he will publicly accuse anyone of anything, as doing so would certainly offend the masses of his black brothers, and it would be even more painful if the votes were damaged as a result.

Long Island, East Hampton.

In the midst of non-stop work, it turned out to be Sunday, and it was decided to take a day off.

The second-floor terrace of an East Hampton house on the waterfront.

"Looking for a group of smart, hard-working second-generation French mixed-race black boys, Simon, what's this?"

Simon didn't reply, catching Erin Lauder's arm behind him and pulling her over, kissing the woman on the cheek as she lay down on her stomach to peek behind him, smiling, "Nothing, planning to set up a scholarship program."

Irene Lauder chased after her and kissed Simon on the lips, then jumped right across the back of the couch into Simon's arms and raised the note in her hand, "I don't believe it, you're definitely planning to do something bad."

Simon plucked the page of post-it notes and handed it to the a-girl who got up and came over before pretending to be disgruntled, "Is that the kind of person I am in your mind?"

"Anyway, you must have some other agenda," Irene Landay huffed and said, hugging Simon's neck again and spilling the beans, "Tell me, okay, I promise, it'll be a secret."

"Actually, it's mainly two things I've figured out recently."

Erin Landay stared, shuffling her ears, "Well?"

Simon said, "An increasingly civilized society is instead more likely to see bad money drive out good money."

The man was suddenly so clueless, Irene was suddenly confused: "What do you mean?"

Simon didn't explain, but continued, "The second thing is that in a civilized human society, the core of the future struggle for dominance is actually a very primitive and crude reproductive war."

Irene blinked her eyes, she was actually a very smart girl, even though Simon still didn't say it through, combined with the context of the statement, she still roughly understood it, then somehow blushed a little and glared at Simon, "I'm not going to give you a baby."

Simon smiled and took the folder he had just put next to him because Irene had jumped on him and continued to write something on it as he said, "This ah, I won't have children with just any woman either, first of all it has to be pretty, then it also needs to be very smart so that the little Westeros that is born will be better able to inherit my family."

Irene tilted her head up to look at Simon for a moment and finally said, "I suddenly realized how primitive and brutal you were."

"That's a compliment."

"Huh."

"By the way, have you had breakfast yet?"

"Ate," Irene replied, and then remembered something, and suddenly it dawned on her, "I found out, just now, at breakfast, that, that Angus didn't give me that again, again, ah, bad boy, so you just wanted me to get pregnant."

Simon gently pressed the restless girl in his arms, "I just told you, not just any woman can give me a baby."

Erin was hugged by Simon, but she scowled, "So I have to thank you."

"No need. By the way, it's time for you to leave."

Erin didn't hold back and raised her hand to hammer on the man's shoulder, "Bastard."

Simon calmly continued to write on the folder laid out on the girl's thighs as he said, "Be good and don't make a scene."

Erin quieted down a bit, like a deflated little ball, and softly hooked Simon's neck, before grumbling after a moment, "But you're not even going to marry me, Simon, and if I have your baby, the Landae family will be disgraced."

"Well, I declare you removed from the list."

"Ooh ...... how did I ever fall for a jerk like you."

Simon saw that the girl in his arms was really a bit sad and gently hugged her over to him and lowered his head and kissed her, Erin resisted a bit and soon began to respond aggressively and then with some signs of increasing intensity.

I don't know how long it took, but they switched positions from the couch to a recliner near the railing, and Simon, wearing only a pair of trousers, lay underneath, with a man's shirt over a cat lying on his chest like Irene Landa.

And the girl's bits and bobs.

"Mum and Dad were always talking about us at first, but they don't talk about it anymore."

"Hmm."

"Actually, I like the idea of taking eight maidservants out at a time, and then watching the people who are obviously jealous and pretending to be disdainful, huh?"

"Hmm."

"I, being only 26, don't want kids right now. If we're still together when we're 30, by then, maybe only, that."

"Hmm."

"It just so happens that my parents only have our sisters and two daughters, and if ...... I have kids, it just so happens that my last name is Rhonda and I can inherit the family business."

"That," said Simon, finally stopping pretending to be hollowed out hmmm, "My child, of course, will have the last name of Westeros."

Irene patted Simon down lightly again, "You won't even marry me."

"The last name will be Westeros too, and in the future these children will inherit my family business."

Erin lifted up slightly at the words and quickly softened again, "That's okay with Jenny?"

"You know how big the Westeros system is now, even if it's divided among a hundred children, it's fine."

Erin snapped back, "Bastard, you're having 100!"

"Uh, I was being metaphorical."

"How you must have felt."

"Okay, I admit it."

"Bastard, you actually think that."

Simon threw up his hands in surrender as he sighed, "Ugh, women."

Erin felt the man quickly drop his arms around her, regaining her composure, and paused, "Then ...... have two, one with the last name of Westeros and one with the last name of Rhonda, I need children to carry on the family business as well."

"Well, actually, the last name Westeros can inherit your family's business too."

"You're so bad."

"I just told you all about the reproductive war, the reproductive war!"

"Bad guy."

"Okay."

Again, after a few moments of calm, it was Erin who spoke first, "Are you today, I mean, can I stay tonight?"

Simon had actually planned to wait for her to leave and go to Boston on his own, the housekeeper had mentioned a few days ago that there was something important to talk to her about over there in Merezkova, although I don't think the woman had anything important to say, but it just so happened that the Westeros family had made donations to a string of top North American universities at the start of this semester, Harvard and mit on the Boston side included, in addition to investing in or funding many other projects.

Anyway, spilling out so much money, Simon always had to show up and show his presence.

At this point, seeing the girl's pitiful face, he softened and nodded, "Okay, I'll leave in the morning."

Irene mmmed happily and braced herself again, "In that case, Simon, this way ...... let's go watch those girls of yours dance again, last time I saw it, it was pretty good."

"OK."

So all day Sunday remained in East Hampton until the next morning.

Seeing off a reluctant Erin, Simon flew directly to Boston by helicopter.

By car, it would have required a morning's walk away from Long Island around New York City before turning northeast, and an equally slow boat ride, while the helicopter, a straight line of 180 miles, would only take about half an hour.

In fact, originally planned to return to the West Coast this morning, sort of a temporary change of schedule, first to meet with the two women of Merezkova and Maria, before going to Harvard and mit for a turn, noon also prepared a small luncheon to entertain some important political and business figures in Boston.

Only, meeting Merezkova and hearing the women apprehensive about one thing, the itinerary was suddenly disrupted.

The western suburbs of Boston, about 20 kilometers from the city center, in an estate in the wealthy Weston area.

Simon, leaning on the sofa in one of the living rooms of the villa, looked up and down at Ulyana Meretskova standing in front of him, frowned slightly and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I ......" Urijana noticed the man's frowning movements and felt only a little weak in the legs, but still said, "I haven't checked, but I, that, haven't been coming for the past two months. "

That was OK.

Simon shifted his cross-legged posture, once again checking out the outwardly imposing Ukrainian woman in front of him, but there was no inner ripple.

This time just made a certain feeling, did not expect an early wipeout over here.

In fact, as Simon said to Irene yesterday, he will not just let any woman to get pregnant, but the woman in front of him, high IQ, high education, and the best appearance, no problem.

Since the other women on the Ukrainian side were fine last time, this one in front of him, although she looked terrified at the moment, who knew exactly how.

Simon would have liked it even less if he had been plotted against.

Considering for a moment, Simon finally looked at Ulyana and said, "I'll arrange for someone to take you for a checkup later, and if it's an accident, then remove the baby, would you like that?"

Urijana nodded subconsciously and also looked visibly relieved, "Well, I, as you wish."

Simon saw the woman react this way and reached out to stroke a crystal ball on the side table next to her, the housekeeper soon appeared and sent the woman out first again, which explained to the housekeeper, and when Angelique left with Urijana, Simon beckoned the A-girl again, "Check on Urijana's two children, um, what are they called?"

A girl had just seen the two children outside and sniffed, "Anna and Nicholas."

"Before noon, give me a profile of the two children, mainly in terms of both personality and studies," Simon said, and then remembered Maria Rozin, who was arranged to be in another estate close by, and then said, "And Maria's side, she is?"

A girl said, "Four children, Annette, Victor, Constantine and Anton."

"Well, same information."

Allison probably realized what was going on, nodded that she was taking notes, and asked, "Boss, the noon cocktail party?"

"As usual," Simon said, remembering Grace, then said, "And, now that they're in America, they can both change their last names back to their old ones."

"Including the children?"

Simon nodded, "Well, let them all take their mother's last name."