Hollywood Hunter

The Metropolitan Opera, New York.

This is the last song and dance show on the theme of "The Book of Songs" by the Guofeng Art Troupe on Saturday, January 11.Simon visited the pregnant women on the West Coast as usual on weekends, and accompanied Grace to watch the performance for the first time tonight.

At the end of the performance, Simon did not intend to meet with the art troupe, and quietly left with Grace and Bryce Levison who had come over.

I came to a nearby temporarily booked restaurant for a late night snack.

After ordering the meal and returning the menu to the waiter, Bryce Levison glanced at the men and women sitting next to each other, and subconsciously said with a sour tone: "I think the performance just now was very ordinary, just someone I just raised a group of little fairies, I really don’t understand why so many people are following them recently."

Simon ignored it.

With a smile at the corner of her mouth, Grace looked at Simon and whispered: "I saw an article in the "New York Times" saying that it was a Chinese classical dance performance at the Metropolitan Opera in the past two months. It was just that the scalpers reselled the tickets and made money. More than one million dollars."

Simon nodded: "I heard about it too."

The Guofeng Art Troupe began its first performance on December 7th last year, each Wednesday and Saturday, and until today, there are 9 performances in total. Because of the quality of the performance and the news and hype surrounding this matter, the popularity is getting higher and higher. Tickets for each performance are hard to find, and the result is cheaper.

According to preliminary statistics, the total ticket revenue for nine performances at the Metropolitan Opera is only 5.3 million U.S. dollars. The off-site scalpers made more than one million through ticket sales at a premium. This is also a recent news hotspot. The performance of the Wind Art Troupe has attracted more attention.

In fact, scalpers are very common on Broadway.

The Guofeng Art Troupe can only be regarded as a'small scene' this time. In Simon's memory, a phenomenon-level musical "Hamilton" premiered in 2015. In its most popular period, the scalper party, which profited by reselling tickets, started from here in one year. On the play,'Xiao' walked $60 million.

Blyth only flips through fashion magazines on weekdays, but doesn't care what the newspapers say. After hearing the words, she changes her attitude very unconvincingly: "If this is the case, why not increase the price?"

Simon picked up his coffee and sipped it.

Grace helped explain: "Once the ticket price of a Broadway drama is determined, it cannot be changed arbitrarily. After all, a drama cannot be popular for a long time. Once the price increase affects the attendance rate, it may cause a chain reaction. In addition, the scalper raises the ticket price. It can play a role in publicity to a certain extent, giving people the impression that the show is very popular."

Blyth felt that she had gained insight, and then she glanced at someone who had ignored her twice in a row: "Grace has been more than three months, what do you plan to do in the future?"

Simon finally replied this time: "Be born, raised, and inherit the family business."

Blyth's eyes widened slightly: "That's it?"

"Are there any parents who are not like this?"

"I mean," Bryce thought for a while, "You are also responsible to Grey."

"Of course, I can't give it except for marriage, everything else is fine."

"Then you will publicly admit this child?"

Simon said: "If Grey wants to be public, then open it."

Blyth was immediately dissatisfied: "You are shirking, and Gray loves you so much, and she will definitely not make it public for your sake.

"Well, when the child is born, I will put a front page on the New York Times."

"I can remember, you don't want to fool around then."

Grace finally interrupted: "Stop it, Bryce, I don't want my child to be watched by the media all day in the future."

Blyth hates iron and steel and holds Grace: "You are helping him to shirk, it's hopeless."

After eating overnight, it was almost ten o’clock. Simon wanted to take the two women back to the apartment on Fifth Avenue. Grace insisted on going home. After the woman became pregnant, she changed her residence again. The location was near 66th Street Park Avenue, 15 The apartment building is located on the 11th floor of the large flat, mainly for privacy reasons. Novels|w~w~

In the underground parking lot of the building,

Inside the elevator.

Although there were two people standing next to him, Blythe couldn't help but said, "Why don't you go to him for the night?"

Grace stroked her already pregnant belly through her windbreaker, and said, "You have also been pregnant. You must know that a woman didn't look good when she was pregnant. I don't want him to see it."

Bryce rolled her eyes suddenly, and then said again: "I also looked good when I was pregnant."

Grace just smiled: "I just asked you to leave with him, why didn't you go?"

"I..." Bryce then glanced at the two female guards behind him. She couldn't say that she couldn't stand the toss of a certain guy alone. After a while, she hurriedly said: "I decided to sever the relationship with him. Don’t want to get pregnant suddenly."

Grace did not answer this time.

However, I can be sure in my heart that unless accidental, his little man will not let his girlfriends conceive at all, not because of morality, but because he cares about his offspring very much, but Blythe is definitely not a good one. Candidate for the mother.If she hadn't brought up her two children, Rita and Lei, well, probably there wouldn't be any little guy in her belly at this time.

On the other side, saying goodbye to Grace and Simon, Simon told the driver to rush to a block between Madison Avenue and 53rd Street in Midtown.

There is a 36-story high-end apartment building just completed last year.

The girls from the Guofeng Art Troupe came to Manhattan to perform and needed a place to live. In addition to the surrounding service team, there were so many people. Simon directly bought out the building that hadn’t had time to open as a dormitory apartment. The 36-story building, according to different apartment types, There are a total of 150 properties, and the Guofeng Art Troupe with a total of more than two hundred people including the maids and guards is more than enough to live in.

In fact, that is to say, this building is now a daughter country.

Simon arrived, and the male bodyguards around him stayed outside. The security work was quietly taken over by a pair of female guards directly under the Wei family. They took the elevator to the 32nd floor of the building and rang the doorbell to enter an apartment. Ms. Liu and Simon were changed. A little girl named MiuMiu lives here together.

Unexpectedly, Simon would come, and a waitress who opened the door was surprised, and then a group of women chatting in the living room stood up.

Simon looked over, except for the mother and daughter, the others should be choreographers from the Guofeng Art Troupe.

"father."

A certain little girl ran over first with a cheerful expression, but she was inevitably timid when she came close.

Simon picked up MiuMiu, went directly to the sofa and sat down, put the little girl on his lap, looked at the five or six women around, smiled and asked, "What are you talking about at so late?"

Simon spoke in standard Mandarin. Others still didn’t realize that Westeros would suddenly enter the door. Finally, Ms. Liu spoke first: “Simon, that’s the case. Today’s last show. In the past two months, the art troupe has performed very well. Success, everyone can't sleep, just come over and celebrate together."

"It's time to celebrate."

Simon nodded and glanced at the red wine and fruit salad that opened on the coffee table: "It seems that I'm not showing up at the right time. I'm bothering you."

Ms. Liu shook her head quickly: "Of course not."

Seeing that the woman was a little panicked, Simon changed her posture with the little girl in her arms and said, "This performance is indeed a success. You will also be returning to China for the New Year. So, I will ask Chen to give out a reward tomorrow. Everyone will have a plan."

The women who did not dare to sit down all showed joy. Ms. Liu said, "Simon, then, I will thank you for everyone."

"Don't be so polite," Simon smiled and put his chin on the head of the little girl in his arms, causing the girl in his arms to struggle and chuckle, while looking at other women: "However, this celebration can only end here, or you You can take the wine to drink in other apartments."

When Simon said so, Ms. Liu's face suddenly became ruddy, and the other women said goodbye when they saw it.

However, the action is not so neat.

For Ms. Liu's mother and daughter, if other women say they don't envy, it is false.

Not to mention other things, only from the allocation of apartments in this building, the Guofeng Art Troupe can be described as a distinct class.Just say that the apartment where the mother and daughter live is double-storey, with six bedrooms and three living rooms, with a bunch of maids and guards. It is so luxurious that they can only be used by ordinary teachers. In the apartment in the hall, there are no maids around them, because they are service personnel themselves.The fastest updated novels https://

Therefore, at this moment, if a man says something to stay and continue to chat and drink a few glasses, even if there is some hesitation in their hearts, it is basically difficult for them to give birth to rejection.

Even if it can go further...

It is a pity that the man did not speak after all.

When the people disperse, Ms. Liu and Angri who followed in quickly ordered the waitress to tidy up the living room, and then brought a bottle of newly opened red wine to the man who was talking to his daughter.

After pouring a glass of red wine and handing it to the man, she couldn't help but glance at her daughter who was lying in the man's arms. Ms. Liu asked: "Simon, didn't you mean to go on a global tour? Recently, many theaters have sent us messages. Invited?"

Simon took a goblet and fed a sip of red wine to the little girl like a doll in his arms. He sipped a sip and said, "You arrange it yourself. If you want to do it, perform a few more shows. If you don't want to do it, take a break.

"I have inquired that the performance season in most countries will be suspended for one month in February. So, shall we also start in March?"

"Okay." Simon nodded, and saw the little girl raised her head again and brought the red wine over again, and smiled: "Children can't drink too much, they will become little alcoholics."

The girl in her arms deliberately took a big sip, and then she opened a pair of bright black eyes and groaned: "It's obviously your father that you fed me."

"Okay, my fault." Simon drank the remaining red wine in one sip, handed the empty glass to the woman next to him, and asked: "China is going to be the New Year soon. When are you going back?"

"I..." Ms. Liu paused, then said: "Miu Miu and I are not planning to return to China this year."

Simon was slightly confused, and then reacted: "The same is true of other people?"

Ms. Liu nodded: "The girls of the art troupe, there are only more than 30 people who want to go back."

Simon shrugged slightly: "Forget it, you can discuss these matters with Ange or Chen."

The little girl in her arms said, "Dad, when will you go to China again? I want to go back with you?"

"Oh, then I will call you next time."

"really?"

"of course."

"Then we pull the hook."

Simon watched the little girl stretch out her little finger, and deliberately asked, "What is a hook?"

"Just hang on the hook for a hundred years without change."

"Oh, OK."

Ms. Liu watched the man and his daughter interacting intimately, her eyes flashed slightly, her smile on her face remained unchanged, and she waited for a moment before she remembered one more thing: "Simon, just now they, you know, unlike the girls, Dongyue and the others are basically There are families, I mean, they all hope to bring some family members over?"

"Yes," Simon was very refreshed about this, and said, "However, this time they can’t get the green card directly. You know, last year you were able to operate this group of people at one time, and even I spent a lot of thought on other things. You can only apply for an ordinary visa first. By the way, if it is a child, the Westeros system has a special education fund for the children of its employees."

Ms. Liu heard this and said, "This is great, Dongyue and the others must be very happy to hear this news."

Simon poured cold water: "The student fund only supports the children of employees who are good enough, the very good ones. Don’t be boring in general. However, as long as they pass the review, the foundation can continue to support them to finish university, including high school. Enough help will also be provided in the process of entering university."

Ms. Liu just understood.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. This so-called student fund is obviously the man in front of him is cultivating direct line talents for his wealth empire.

Simon looked at the woman’s sudden expression, and said, “On your side, if other relatives’ children are good enough, you can also recommend them. The standard is probably to be smart and work hard enough to have the potential to be admitted to the Ivy League school. They are just the same. As long as there are good seedlings, I don't limit the number."

Ms. Liu nodded.

The little girl in her arms raised her face again: "Dad, can I go to an Ivy League school in the future?"

"Yes, my little MiuMiu can go to any school he wants."

"But, I heard that those schools are difficult to take exams, Dad, I'm stupid."

Simon squeezed the girl's face: "MiuMiu is of course different from everyone else. Even if he scores zero on the test, he can get in to any school he wants."

"Then we pull the hook again?"

"Uh, not this one."

The little girl pouted immediately: "Dad is a lie."

"Dad is not a liar, the main reason is that you are afraid of embarrassment when you go in. Tell you, MiuMiu, stupid kids don't join the clever kids group, you will doubt life.

"Actually I am not that stupid."

"Well, of course," Simon said, holding the little girl up aside with a little force, and calling Angri: "It's late, you take MiuMiu to rest."

The little girl leaned on Simon's knee reluctantly: "But, Dad, I'm not sleepy."

Simon lied to the children: "Hey, your mother and I have very important things to talk about. The children can't listen."

The girl blinked and turned her head again. Seeing her mother's flushed face and dodge eyes, she suddenly stuck her tongue out at Simon, and let the housekeeper take her little hand and leave the living room obediently.