Chapter 1087

New York, Metropolitan Opera House.

This is the last song and dance performance of the book of songs by Guofeng art group on Saturday, January 11. Simon came to the west coast to visit pregnant women as usual at the weekend. By the way, he accompanied grace tonight. Simon nodded: "I heard that, too."

Since its premiere on December 7 last year, Guofeng art troupe has held nine performances every Wednesday and Saturday. Because of the quality of the performance itself and the news hype surrounding the event, the popularity is getting higher and higher. As a result, the tickets for each performance are hard to get. As a result, it is cheaper for scalpers.

According to preliminary statistics, the total ticket revenue of nine performances in the Metropolitan Opera House is only 5.3 million US dollars, while the scalpers outside the stadium have earned more than 1 million US dollars by issuing tickets at a premium, which is also a hot news topic in the near future. In turn, the performances of Guofeng Art Troupe have attracted more attention.

In fact, scalpers are very common on Broadway.

In Simon's memory, Hamilton, a phenomenal musical premiered in 2015, was the most popular time. Scalpers, who profited from scalping tickets, collected $60 million a year from the show.

At most, Bryce only reads fashion magazines, but she doesn't care what the newspapers say. When she hears the words, she doesn't change her attitude: "in this case, why don't you raise the price?"

Simon sipped his coffee.

Grace helps to explain: "once the ticket price of Broadway drama is determined, it can't be changed casually. After all, a drama can't be popular for a long time. Once the price rise affects the attendance, it may cause a chain reaction. In addition, scalpers can also play a propaganda role in raising ticket prices to a certain extent, giving people the impression that the play is very popular. "

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

Simon finally replied, "born, raised, inherited."

Bryce's eyes widened slightly. "That's it?"

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

"I mean," Bryce thought, "you're responsible for grey, too."

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

"Will you admit the child in public?"

Simon said, "if grey wants to make it public, make it public."

Bryce immediately dissatisfied: "you're shirking. Grey loves you so much. She's certainly thinking about you and won't make it public."

"Well, when the baby is born, I'll put a front page in the New York Times."

"I'll remember that. Don't try to cheat me then."

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

"You're just trying to push him off. There's no way to save him," she said

After supper, it was nearly ten o'clock. Simon wanted to take two women back to the Fifth Avenue apartment. Grace insisted on going home. After the woman became pregnant, she changed her residence again. It was located on the 11th floor of a 15 story apartment building near Park Avenue on 66th street, mainly for privacy reasons.

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

In the elevator.

Although there were two people standing by, Bryce couldn't help saying, "why don't you go to his place for the night?"

Grace stroked her belly through her windbreaker and said, "you've been pregnant, too. You know women don't look good when they're pregnant. I don't want him to see it."

Bryce rolled her eyes and said, "I look good when I'm pregnant."

Grace just smile: "just let you leave with him, why don't you go?"

"I..." Bryce just looked at the two female guards behind her. She couldn't say that she couldn't stand someone's tossing. After a moment's pause, she casually said, "I've decided to break up with him. I don't want to get pregnant suddenly."

Grace didn't answer this time.

However, in my heart, I can be sure that my little man won't let his best friend get pregnant unless there is an accident. It's not because of morality, but because he cares about future generations. But Bryce is by no means a good choice for a mother. If she had not brought up her two children, Rita and ray, well, there would not have been a baby in her belly at this time.

On the other side, to bid farewell to grace and his wife, Simon told the driver to go to a block in midtown where Madison Avenue intersects 53rd Street.

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

The girls of Guofeng Art Troupe need accommodation when they come to Manhattan to perform. Coupled with the large number of surrounding service teams, Simon directly bought out the building which had not yet opened as a dormitory apartment. The 36 storey building, according to the house type, has a total of 150 real estate units. With more than 200 female bodyguards in total, Guofeng art troupe has more than enough room to live in.

In other words, this building is a daughter country at this time.When Simon arrives, all the male bodyguards around him stay outside. The security work is quietly taken over by a pair of female bodyguards directly under the Wei family. They take the elevator to the 32nd floor of the building, ring the doorbell and enter an apartment. Ms. Liu lives here with the little girl whose name was changed by Simon to MiuMiu Miu.

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

Simon looked at the past, except for the mother and daughter, the others should be choreographers of Guofeng art group.

"Dad."

A little girl ran over first, with a happy expression, but when she came near, she was afraid.

Simon picked up Miu Miu, went straight to the sofa, sat down, put the little girl on her lap, looked at five or six women around, and asked with a smile, "what are you talking about so late?"

Simon uses standard Putonghua, but other people still don't respond. Westero will suddenly come in. Finally, Ms. Liu said, "Simon, this is the last scene today. In the past two months, the performance of the art troupe has been very successful. Everyone can't sleep, so we'll come to celebrate together."

"It's time to celebrate."

Simon nodded and looked at the red wine and fruit salad on the tea table. "It seems that I didn't show up at the right time. I'm disturbing you."

Ms. Liu shook her head: "of course not."

Simon saw that the woman was a little flustered. He held the little girl in his arms and changed her posture. He said, "this performance is really successful. You are going back to China for the new year. In this way, I'll ask Chen to come up with a reward scheme tomorrow. Everyone will have it."

The women who still didn't dare to sit down all showed joy. Ms. Liu said, "Simon, I'll thank you for you."

"Don't be so polite," Simon said with a smile. He put his chin on the head of the girl in his arms. The girl in his arms struggled to smile and looked at other women. "But this is the only time to celebrate, or you can take the wine to other apartments to drink."

Simon said so, Ms. Liu's face suddenly ruddy up, several other women see, are very witty to leave.

However, the action is not so sharp.

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

Apart from other things, only from the apartment allocation in this building, the Guofeng art troupe has a clear hierarchy. Let's say that the apartment where mother and daughter live is double duplex, with six bedrooms and three living rooms and a bunch of maid guards. It's so luxurious that it makes people blush. However, ordinary teachers like them can only live in a flat with two bedrooms and one living room, and there are no maid guards around them, because they are service staff.

Therefore, at this moment, if a man says a word, stay and continue to chat for a few drinks, even if there is no lack of hesitation in his heart, it is difficult for them to generate the mind of refusal.

Even if we can go further

Unfortunately, the man did not speak after all.

Waiting for others to leave, Ms. Liu and angri, who followed in, quickly ordered the maid to tidy up the living room, and then came to the man who was chatting with his daughter with a bottle of newly opened red wine.

She poured a glass of red wine and handed it to the man. Then she glanced at her daughter who was in the man's arms. Ms. Liu asked, "Simon, didn't you say you were going to have a global tour? Recently, many theatres have invited us?"

Simon took a sip of red wine from his goblet to the doll like girl in his arms, sipped it by himself, and said, "you can arrange it yourself. If you want to play more, you can have a rest."

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

"Good." Simon nodded and saw that the little girl raised her head again and sent the red wine to her again. She said with a smile, "children can't drink too much. They will become little drunkards."

The girl in her arms took a big drink on purpose. After swallowing it, she opened a pair of black bright eyes and said: "it's clearly your father who fed me."

"Well, my fault." Simon took a sip of the remaining red wine, handed the empty glass to the woman next to him, and then asked, "new year is coming in China. When are you going to go back?"

"I..." After a pause, Ms. Liu said, "neither Miu nor I plan to return to China this year."

Simon was a little puzzled, and then responded, "so are the others?"

Ms. Liu nodded: "the girls of the art troupe, at present, only more than 30 want to go back."

Simon shrugged a little: "forget it, you can discuss these things with angel 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, I'll call you next time."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Let's pull the hook."

Simon looked at the little girl holding out her little finger and asked deliberately, "what is the hook?"

"It's a hook hanging for a hundred years.""Oh, all right."

Looking at the intimate interaction between the man and the daughter, Ms. Liu's eyes flickered slightly and her smile remained unchanged. After waiting for a moment, she remembered another thing: "Simon, just now they, you know, unlike girls, they basically have families in winter. I mean, they all hope to pick up some families?"

"Yes," Simon said, "but this time, they can't get the green card directly. You know, last year, even I spent a lot of time operating your group of people at one time, and the others had to apply for ordinary visa first. By the way, if it's a child, the westero system has a special grant for the children of its employees. "

When Ms. Liu heard this, she said, "that's great. They must be very happy to hear that in winter."

Simon poured cold water: "the student aid fund only subsidizes the children of employees who are excellent enough. Generally, don't ask for nothing. However, as long as they can pass the audit, the foundation can always subsidize them to finish college, including in the process of high school to university, and will also provide enough help."

Ms. Liu understood this.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. This so-called student aid fund is obviously that men are cultivating legitimate talents for their wealth empire.

Simon looked at the woman's sudden expression and said, "on your side, if the children of other relatives are good enough, they can also be recommended. The standard is probably smart and hard enough to have the potential to enter the Ivy League school. Just like them, as long as they have 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 Ivy League school in the future?"

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

"But it's said that those schools are hard to test. Dad, I'm stupid."

Simon pinched the girl's little face: "Miu Miu is different from other people, of course. Even if you get zero in the exam, you can get into any school you want to go to."

"Then let's pull the hook again?"

"Well, I don't want this one."

The little girl immediately tooted: "Dad is a liar."

"Dad is not a liar. I'm afraid you'll lose face when you go in. Let me tell you, miu miu, don't be a stupid kid. You'll doubt life. "

"I'm not that stupid either."

"Well, of course," Simon said, lifting the little girl aside with a little effort and calling angri, "it's late. You can take Miu Miu to rest."

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

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

The girl blinked her eyes and turned her head again. Seeing her mother's face slightly red and her eyes dodging, she suddenly spat out her tongue at Simon and obediently let the housekeeper pull her little hand out of the living room.