The Goddess Shines on America

The story of Remus Byrne is not complicated. Under Alice's detailed cross-examination, he quickly explained the details of pinching his penis with the steel pliers. A mysterious stalker suddenly came to the architectural design office in the middle of the night. This kind of topic is more interesting than any other story, not to mention that the other party's question is directly related to the audience.

"So, you never saw that woman's face from the beginning to the end?"

Remus Byrne replied honestly: "That's right, I really don't know how she broke into the company. You know, after all, our design office is not a large company with high confidentiality, at most it relies on It’s just a probe in the public corridor. But the director went to the property staff afterwards, but he didn’t find any clues from the video.”

"Oh, that's really interesting." Turning her head to look at the charming night sky outside the window, Alice said in a long voice, "Could it be that the woman still sneaked in from the window with a hook and rope gun? Wow, let's not talk about that It's impossible for you not to notice the feasibility of a James Bond style approach?"

In fact, Alice already has a plan in her heart. After all, there are only so many things in the past few days. If she can't guess the target person, how can it be possible. But since he is a former victim, the design office will definitely do some investigations on this woman, and someone should just listen and take a look, and be prepared.

"Actually, it's really possible to not notice...not." Now that the secret in his heart has been seen through by the victim, Bourne certainly will not hide anything, and he said truthfully in embarrassment: "The strength of our firm, you I also know that you know how much space you have rented in the entire office building. Therefore, there are many empty offices that can let that woman break in. After all, we do have a lot of materials that need to be stored. Sexy lockers are not enough."

This is the characteristic of an elite company. The number of people does not need to be particularly large, but the performance is absolutely not bad. It is obviously renting an office at a high price in a skyscraper in the CBD area of ​​London, but it can still use a large office with good lighting as a data storage room. Alice was somewhat gloating about this, otherwise how could Xiuen Ai die quickly? The extravagant behavior designed by Foster for so many years has brought them retribution today.

"Understood," she said, "so the woman knocked you out and stole my copy of the blueprint all the way?"

"Yes... I think so." Bourne's embarrassment was no longer ordinary, and he even wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Our director also wanted to inform you, but we checked all the surveillance cameras in the building I didn't find the woman either. It was night, there were hardly anyone in the corridor, and Payne in the file room was sleeping, and I couldn't see the woman directly, so..."

"So this matter can only be left alone for the time being. Your director wants to suppress the matter first, and then you have to reveal it when something really happens... Isn't that the same thing."

The sweat on Bourne's forehead couldn't stop flowing down. He obviously had a better face. While lowering his voice, he still didn't forget to look around. Fortunately, this flight was a night flight after all, and few passengers in the business class were interested in eavesdropping, and even an old man had already fallen asleep.

"Miss Wang, today's matter..."

"It's a little troublesome to deal with this matter..." Alice sat quite calmly, trying her best not to laugh too complacently, because she knew that she was the little one who accidentally caught Remus Byrne It's fatal. The boss asked the employees not to leak the secrets for the time being, but who would have expected that the protagonist of the incident would meet by chance on the plane, and Bourne would reveal his secrets because of a guilty conscience?

"Miss Wang..."

"In theory, I can take your company to court now. Then you will lose the case anyway, and even though you are a top-ranking senior designer in the research institute, it is hard to say that you will not be fired."

"Wang, Wang, Miss Wang..."

"I'm not that unreasonable, though. You've just drawn up the blueprints for my Exeter Institute, and I must admit that while I came up with the overall idea of ​​the building, the whole After all, the blueprint depicts you, and this is a very wonderful masterpiece. If I really sue you and get you fired, although it can't be regarded as killing a donkey, it is too embarrassing in reason It's... isn't it?"

"Huh...Miss Wang, I'm glad you can think so." Byrne hurriedly wiped the last of his sweat.

"So, I have a compromise here." Alice was a little bit impulsive to smile, but in order to maintain the ugly face of the evil big capitalist, she tried her best to keep a straight face.

Bourne asked cautiously, "What way?"

"How about you resign from Foster Company from now on and work exclusively for me?"

Remus Byrne was terribly stunned by the non-shocking and endless answer.

"Resign, and then work exclusively for you? Miss Wang, you, you, you are... what do you mean?"

Bourne was completely confused. He couldn't imagine what a famous Silicon Valley entrepreneur could do to himself. If she wants to profit from her own mistakes, all Alice Wang can do is to sue the design firm to court and earn extra money on the grounds that the other party lost customer information. But now, what she proposes is to let herself resign and follow her. What kind of mess is this?

"Well, to put it simply, I also plan to develop in the direction of real estate." Alice said: "It's not just about speculating on houses and selling them for the price difference, but investing in real estate construction on a large scale. In such a process, if I Having a good architectural design team would save a lot of time and money, wouldn't it?"

So it was, Bourne understood right away.

Among the three types of industries, the service industry is of course the one with the highest output value, and the profit margin of the knowledge-based industries is infinitely high. Architectural design, fashion design, graphic design, corporate image and LOGO design are the most typical examples. The high profit margin of the industry naturally means that the proportion of customers spending "wrong money" is also increasing. As an insider in the industry, Byrne really can't understand it.

Of course, Alice knew this all too well.

Think of the newly built World Trade Center after the 9/11 incident, which only has a LOGO and a letter "W" composed of several black skyscrapers, and the firm asked for more than three million US dollars!

Is there any more deceitful waste of money than this?

Alice is rich, but not a fat sheep.

Now that Cisco has been listed, Microsoft's Windows 3.0 is also selling well, Oscar \u0026 Hannah in mainland China is also developing well, and all the companies in which she has invested are regularly feeding back to themselves. Only some really inconspicuous poor people, such as a certain EA game company and a certain funny PS company, were almost completely ignored by her.

But no matter what, plus the round of crazy money during the "87 stock market crash", Alice's personal cash that can be mobilized at any time now is hundreds of millions of dollars. If you count the Japanese real estate that you still don't want to sell, you don't count the value at the moment, and the cash you can hold is as high as two billion US dollars!

It can be said that if she contacts Forbes magazine now and shakes out all the capital in her hand, at least half of Silicon Valley will be shaken.

Furthermore, the concept of two billion dollars naturally means that she has too many large-scale projects that can be put on the agenda.

Just like real estate.

"My mother just called this morning and she told me about Oscar, my brother's dream, Stark Tower or something."

She said to Bourne slowly: "I have a saying that I often say to my family, that is, there is no demand, we can create demand on our own initiative. You asked me just now, whether to build such a skyscraper in downtown Los Angeles for lease or For your own use, right?"

Bourne nodded slowly: "It seems that you are going to use it yourself?"

Alice smiled and nodded, "Exactly."

This conversation will not attract the attention of many people at the scene, because it is dark at this time, the passengers either start to take a nap early, or entertain themselves, and no one cares what the other passengers are doing. The same principle can also be applied to Alice. When the timeline of the plane flight had only passed an hour and a half, she stopped talking with Remus Byrne and started doing something she loved.

For example, the business card that a gentleman left for himself a few days ago.

Alice forgave the Foster \u0026 Associates' dereliction of duty, but it didn't mean that she would ignore everything related to the female spy. Now the situation is very clear, the representative of the Drakken company is indeed very interested in her research institute, but it has not been listed on the list of sneak investigations. So this also means that Alice has enough time and energy to carry out counter-investigation.

Mr. Anderson, whose office is located in Rome, is obviously in the same group as Miss Spy, but Alice's preliminary investigation of him did not yield much. So now it seems that I can also make proper use of the previous meeting at the party to get in touch with him a little bit?

"Isn't it a wealthy German businessman with a company in Italy? On the surface, there is nothing worthy of attention." Alice looked at this plain business card and fell into thought. I heard something behind my study. But the question is, what is hidden behind the vague conversation between this man and the bodyguard?

"The programmer who finds that algorithm can handle everything, and can write code that I can't understand in an instant. How can such a master be let go?"

Smiling softly, and looking out the window at night, Alice put away the business card again.