Chapter 1087: The Hierarchy Is Clear

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New York, Metropolitan Opera.

This is the last performance of Guofeng Art Troupe's poetry and dance performance on Saturday, January 11th. Simon came to the West Coast to visit pregnant women as usual over the weekend, and by the way, accompanied Grace to watch the show for the first time tonight.

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

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

After ordering the meal and returning the menu to the waiter, Bryce Levison glanced at the man and woman sitting next to each other, and said in a subconsciously sour tone: "I think the performance just now was very ordinary, it was just someone raising It's just a group of goblins, I really don't understand why so many people are following it recently."

Simon ignored it directly.

With a smile on her lips, Grace looked at Simon and said softly: "I saw an article in the New York Times saying that it was a Chinese classical dance performance at the Metropolitan Opera House in the past two months, and it was just scalpers who sold tickets and made a hundred dollars. Thousands of dollars."

Simon nodded: "I heard that too."

The Guofeng Art Troupe started its premiere on December 7 last year, with one performance every Wednesday and Saturday, until today, a total of 9 performances. Tickets for each performance are hard to come by, and the result is cheap scalpers.

Preliminary statistics show that the total ticket revenue for the nine performances at the Metropolitan Opera House is only $5.3 million, and the scalpers outside the venue earned more than one million by selling tickets at a premium. It is also a recent news hotspot. The performance of the Wind Art Troupe attracted more attention.

In fact, scalpers are very common on Broadway.

Guofeng Art Troupe can only be regarded as a 'small scene' this time. In Simon's memory, Hamilton, a phenomenon-level musical that premiered in 2015, was the most popular during the most popular period. The scalpers who made profits by reselling tickets started from this drama within a year. $60 million on 'Tuck' away.

Bryce usually only flips through fashion magazines on weekdays, but doesn't care about what the newspapers say, and when she hears this, she changes her attitude without any position: "If that's the case, why don't you increase the price?"

Simon took a sip of his coffee.

Grace helped explain: "Once the ticket price of a Broadway drama is determined, it cannot be changed arbitrarily in the future. After all, a drama cannot be popular for a long time. Once the price increase affects the attendance rate, it may trigger a chain reaction. In addition, scalpers raise the ticket price and also To a certain extent, it can play a promotional role and give people the impression that the show is very popular."

Bryce felt that she had gained knowledge, and then she glanced at a guy who ignored her twice in a row: "Grace has been more than three months, what are you going to do in the future?"

Simon finally replied this time: "Born, raised, and inherited the family business."

Bryce narrowed her eyes slightly: "That's it?"

"Is there any parent who isn't like that?"

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

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

"Then will you publicly acknowledge the child?"

Simon said: "If Grey wants to go public, go public."

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

"Well, when the baby is born, I'll be on the front page of the New York Times."

"I can remember, then you don't want to be fooled."

Grace finally interrupted: "Don't make trouble, Bryce, I don't want my children to be stared at by the media all day in the future."

Bryce hated her against Grace: "You're just helping him shirk, there's no help."

It was nearly ten o'clock after dinner. 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 Park Avenue on 66th Street, a 15 The large flat on the 11th floor in the apartment building is mainly for privacy reasons.

Separated from each other in the underground parking lot of the building, watching two women enter the elevator with a pair of female guards, Simon told the driver to leave.

Inside the elevator.

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

Through the windbreaker, Grace stroked her belly, which had begun to show her pregnancy, and said, "You've also been pregnant. You must know that women don't look good when they're pregnant. I don't want him to see it."

Bryce rolled her eyes immediately, and then said, "I looked good when I was pregnant."

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

"I" Bryce then glanced at the two female guards behind him, and couldn't say that he couldn't stand the toss of a certain guy by himself, and after a while, he dealt with it casually: "I decided to cut off relations with him, I don't want to suddenly got pregnant."

Grace didn't answer this time.

However, I can be sure in my heart that unless there is an accident, my little man will never let his best friend get pregnant. mother candidate. If she hadn't raised her two children, Rita and Ray, well, there probably wouldn't be a little guy in her womb at all.

On the other side, saying goodbye to the Graces, Simon ordered the driver to rush to a block where Madison Avenue and 53rd Street intersect in Midtown.

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

Women of Guofeng Art Troupe

The children came to Manhattan to perform in need of accommodation. In addition to the surrounding service team, the number of people was large. Simon directly bought out this building that had not yet had time to open as a dormitory apartment. The 36-story building had a total of 150 properties according to different apartment types. It is more than enough to live in the Guofeng Art Troupe with a total of more than 200 maids and guards.

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

Simon arrived, and the male bodyguards around him stayed outside the door. 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.

I didn't expect Simon to come, a waitress who opened the door was quite surprised, and then a group of women who were chatting in the living room stood up one after another.

Simon looked over, except for the mother and daughter, the others should be the choreography teachers of the Guofeng Art Troupe.

"dad."

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

Simon picked up Miumiu, walked directly to the sofa and sat down, put the little girl on his lap, looked at the five or six women around him, and asked with a smile, "It's so late, what are you talking about?"

Simon spoke standard Mandarin, and the others still didn't react that Westeros would suddenly enter the door, and finally Ms. Liu spoke first: "Simon, that's it, today's last show, for the past two months, the performance of the art troupe has been very good. Success, everyone can't sleep, come over and celebrate together."

"It's time to celebrate."

Simon nodded and glanced at the red wine and fruit salad that were opened on the coffee table: "It seems that I didn't show up at the right time, so I'm disturbing you."

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

Seeing the woman's slightly flustered appearance, Simon changed his posture while holding the little girl in his arms, and said, "This performance was indeed a success, you guys are going to go back to China for the New Year recently, so I'll ask Chen to come up with a reward tomorrow. Everyone has a plan.”

The women who still did not dare to sit down showed joyful expressions, and 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 come here, or you The wine can be taken to other apartments to drink."

When Simon said this, Ms. Liu's face suddenly turned rosy, and the other women saw it and said goodbye.

However, the action is not so neat.

For Ms. Liu's mother and daughter, it would be a lie if other women said they were not envious.

Not to mention other things, only from the allocation of apartments in this building, the Guofeng Art Troupe can be described as a clear class. Let’s just say that the apartment where the mother and daughter lived, with a double-storey duplex, six bedrooms and three living rooms, with a bunch of maids and guards, was so luxurious that it made people jealous, and ordinary teachers like them could only live in one apartment, two bedrooms and one apartment. In the apartment of the hall, there are no maids and guards around, because they are service staff themselves.

Therefore, at this moment, if a man says a word, stay, continue to chat, drink a few drinks, even if there is some hesitation in their hearts, it is difficult for them to give birth to the thought of rejection.

Even if it can go further

Too bad the man didn't speak.

After the people dispersed, Ms. Liu and Angry who followed in quickly instructed the waitress to tidy up the living room, and then came to the man who was chatting with his daughter with a fresh bottle of red wine.

Poured a glass of red wine and handed it to the man, she couldn't help but glanced at her daughter, who was in the man's arms, Ms. Liu asked, "Simon, didn't you say you were going on a global tour at the beginning? Recently, many theaters have sent us messages. invitation?"

Simon fed a sip of red wine to the little girl like a doll in his arms with a goblet in his arms, took a sip and said, "You arrange it yourself. If you want to play, you can play a few more shows, and if you don't want to play, you can rest."

"I have inquired that the performance seasons in most countries will be suspended for a month in February, so we also start in March?"

"Okay." Simon nodded, seeing the little girl raised her head again, sent 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 gulp when she heard the words, and after swallowing it, she said with a pair of bright black eyes, "It was obviously my father who fed it to me."

"Okay, my fault." Simon drank the remaining red wine in one gulp, handed the empty glass to the woman next to him, and asked, "It's the New Year in China, when are you going to go back?"

"Me" Ms. Liu paused before saying, "I and Miumiu are not planning to go back to China this year."

Simon was slightly puzzled, and then reacted: "Do other people do the same?"

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

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

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

"Oh, then next time I'll call you."

"Really?"

"certainly."

"Then let's pull the hook."

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

"It is the hook that hangs for a hundred years and cannot be changed."

"Oh fine."

Ms. Liu watched the intimate interaction between the man and her daughter, her eyes flickered slightly, and the smile on her face did not change. After waiting for a while, she remembered again.

One thing: "Simon, just now they, you know, unlike the girls, they basically have a family in Dongyue, I mean, they all hope to bring some family over?"

"Okay," Simon said very cheerfully, "However, this time they can't get the green card directly. You must know that last year, I spent a lot of time on running your group at one time. Others 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.”

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

Simon poured cold water: "The scholarship fund only subsidizes the children of employees who are excellent enough, the kind that are very good. Generally, don't make fun of yourself. However, as long as they pass the review, the foundation can continue to subsidize them to finish college, including high school. In the process of going to university, it will also provide enough help.”

Only then did Ms. Liu understand.

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

Simon looked at the woman's stunned expression and said, "On your side, if the children of other relatives are good enough, you can also recommend them. The standard is probably to be smart and hardworking enough to have the potential to be admitted to an Ivy League school. They were the same just now. As long as there are good seedlings, I will not 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?"

"Okay, my little miumiu can go to any school he wants."

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

Simon pinched the girl Yuan Qiao's little face: "Of course miumiu is different from others. Even if you get a zero score in the test, you can get into any school you want."

"Then let's pull the hook again?"

"Uh, don't need this."

The little girl immediately pouted: "Dad lied."

"Dad is not a liar, mainly because he is afraid that you will be embarrassed if you go in. Tell you, miumiu, stupid children must not join the group of smart children, you will doubt life."

"Actually, I'm not that stupid."

"Well, of course," Simon said, holding the little girl to the side with a little force, and called Angerry: "It's late, take miumiu to rest."

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

Simon lied to the child: "Good boy, your mother and I have something very important to talk about, and the child can't listen."

The girl blinked and turned her head again. Seeing her mother's blushing face and her eyes dodging, she suddenly put on a clear expression, stuck her tongue out at Simon, and obediently let the housekeeper take her little hand and leave the living room.

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