The Goddess Shines on America

"Five hundred meters? Oh my god Anderson, you really underestimate me."

In the messy concrete factory building, Mexican workers can be seen everywhere, and at the same time, every few meters, there is a Persian-style stone sculpture standing on the ground. Alice walked in high heels and chatted with the owner of the place, O'Brien Anderson, about her recent affairs.

"Actually, the concept of 500 meters was first proposed by my younger brother. Of course I don't blame him. For an ordinary 15-year-old boy, a world-class skyscraper with a height of 528 meters is already enough. His little heart looking forward to being a superhero."

O'Brien Anderson, he looks even more imposing today than he did at the party in Switzerland about a month ago. It had been a long time since we last met, and the beautiful girl called so suddenly, and he happened to be in Los Angeles to deal with his own business, the beauty of this coincidence was simply intoxicating.

"But this project has already started." He said softly, wearing a suit and leather shoes with lavender-scented cologne: "If you really plan to change the height of the floor, wouldn't the previous blueprint be for nothing?"

"Then draw another one." Alice said with great ease: "The tall building is built on the ground, anyway, the construction site is still digging holes, when they have built the entire seventh floor of the basement. I can definitely make another copy in time, isn't this kind of thing just changed?"

Anderson couldn't help feeling deeply moved when he heard this. If you say that a beautiful woman has only looks, then she can only be called a vase at most; if you say that a learned woman has only knowledge, she can only be called a professor. But now, the girl in front of him not only possesses these two qualities, but is also extremely immature. I believe that no matter which man knows her, he will definitely leave a deep mark in his heart.

"If I had your high efficiency, it wouldn't be a dream to expand my business tenfold." While talking, the two passed by five workers who were taking a rest. Anderson immediately glared and called out in Spanish. drank up. Those few people jumped off the table like a mouse seeing a cat, and then went to their respective jobs.

"These bastards, if they don't keep an eye on the spot all the time, they will always find ways to be lazy." With a chuckle to save his image, he asked again: "By the way, Miss Wang, what do you think of my factory? Are you interested?" An investment?"

As a successful German businessman, O'Brien Anderson has scattered properties all over the world. Here is a warehouse for storing and processing ancient Persian playthings. A series of fine stone carvings are lined up next to the walls of the factory building. Front workers are busy putting a five-meter-high statue back in place. There was a layer of fine dust on the ground, but fortunately there was no dust here.

"Ah... In terms of the historical industry, I'm afraid I can't do anything." Alice laughed: "Visiting museums and reading historical books is no problem, but when it comes to dealing with these institutions, it is not easy to have collectors everywhere. work."

Coincidentally, a worker on the scaffold accidentally dropped the hammer. With a bang, the hammer just landed on a position not more than one meter away from Alice, smashing a big hole in the foam cardboard!

"Hey, you bastard, be careful!" Anderson immediately cursed in Spanish, and hurriedly took Alice away from there: "I'm so sorry, Miss Wang, it's all because these damned workers are so careless, they didn't scare you Bar?"

"Well, I'm fine, but Mr. Anderson, you speak Spanish really well."

Anderson said proudly: "I took Spanish as an elective in college. Although I only took it for three years in school, this is an ability that requires constant practice to maintain."

"I remember you said half an hour ago that you were studying at a university in Switzerland." Alice would not suffer from amnesia, let alone forget what the purpose of this meeting was. It's been an hour before and after, chatting too much nonsense, it's time for her to get down to business.

"But you didn't say what major you are studying. Besides, you must have a lot of ideals when you were a college student, right? I'm curious. Looking back at my thoughts when I was 20 from the eyes of a 40-year-old, what would it be like? What kind of experience is it?"

The content of the question is very simple, and it can even be asked directly after the first meeting, but Alice doesn't want the other party to know her true purpose. After all, she was in this uncle's room on the third floor and overheard the other person's plan on the left and the other on the right. For this kind of schizophrenics, if they touch the most sensitive territory in their hearts as soon as they come up, it will be vicious. The rebound is nine out of ten.

"Ideals... Of course there are."

When Anderson actually said that, Alice nearly burst into laughter!

How else to put it, this guy is really a second-degree disease!

But he asked three questions, and he jumped straight to what the ideal is!

However, Anderson intends to keep a secret. He is also very interested in what is stuffed in the girl's brain in front of him: "But I can't tell you my ideal so easily, Miss Wang, unless you tell me first." What is your ideal, otherwise I can't easily..."

"Mr. Anderson."

Before Anderson finished speaking, a steady voice sounded.

It's the bodyguard.

Heinrich emerged from the distant office and walked up quickly: "Mr. Anderson, can I take a step to speak?"

Alice's expression remained unchanged, but Anderson's smile disappeared immediately. He nodded and said, "No problem, you go in first."

When the bodyguard walked away, Anderson said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, Ms. Wang, my employees really can't leave me for a moment. Why don't we stop here today and see you another day?"

Alice glanced at the bodyguard who suddenly appeared from a distance. She remembered the name Heinrich clearly. The conversation she heard on the third floor of the manor was between Anderson and that person. It seemed that this was The small group is about to make some moves, but she still plans to continue with this game that doesn't look like a face.

"No problem, Mr. Anderson."

With a short skirt and high heels, today she is the rarest and most glamorous moment, and the goal has obviously been achieved: "On the other hand, to answer your question just now, although it is not ideal, I do want to set a new record in the computer industry. A record, the Institute at Exeter was set up for this purpose. If you are interested, you should visit often."

Layers of subtext point to the relationship between the female spy and the rich businessman, and God knows where the super programmer who works for him works. Of course, Alice did not intend to let Anderson realize the connotation. As for the other party, of course, it is even more impossible for the other party to know that something has been exposed.

"Of course no problem. I've always been interested in the field of scientific research. It's a pity that you left a little early that day, otherwise we might..."

"Mr. Anderson, I have something important to do here..."

"Speaking of the banquet that day..." Alice interrupted the light bulb bodyguard loudly. The guy with a dead face actually intervened in the conversation between the bosses. It was really audacious: "You really haven't found out who and Did the security exchange fire?"

We talked about the same question when we first met. When I asked the question again this time, Alice glanced at the light bulb bodyguard, but saw that he was still just a dead face, and there was no change from the beginning to the end.

"It's a pity that they are all dead." Anderson sighed: "The exchange of fire occurred directly outside the house, and the monitoring equipment was also damaged. The only thing the Swiss police can investigate is what I just told you. An escaped A 5mm pistol, a sniper providing long-range support, in fact, I am more curious about their purpose than the identity of the murderer."

"Well, yes, after all, you haven't lost anything important." At least that's what Anderson told the outside world, and of course Alice also trusted Harry Poness's hacking skills. The concern when we first met, the retelling before the farewell, the topic was mentioned twice, and the expressions of the master and the bodyguard were observed twice, but no matter how Alice looked at them, at most she could only find some basic feelings, "adultery" "If you don't use brainwashing, I'm afraid there is really no way.

The beautiful girl left the factory, and the high-heeled shoes could not leave much sound on the concrete floor. They came and went lightly, leaving only the amazed eyes of the Mexican workers in the audience. A sixteen-year-old Asian beauty and rich woman, not to mention the daydream of marrying her, even if she learns the fine traditions of Indians and flirts with her, that is an infinitely glorious achievement.

"boom!"

"idiot!"

As soon as he entered the room, Anderson was kicked to the ground by Heinrich.

"You male dog in heat, don't you see that she came to test us on purpose!?"

The silent bodyguard burst into astonishing anger, and Anderson quickly got up from the ground, his well-made suit was covered with dust.

"Testing? Heinrich, you called me aside in a hurry just for this?" He said angrily, "Who do you think she is? Alice Wang! A famous Silicon Valley entrepreneur! The arms dealer in Maryland has something to do with it! Probing? Do you think someone like her would work for the CIA..."

"boom!"

With another kick, Heinrich kicked his boss to the ground again.

"Although I don't know when her name was on the guest list, I believe that O'Brien Anderson did not invite Alice Wang to attend. The so-called friend's nonsense is that you are the only one controlled by sperm." It's only with a clear mind that you can figure it out."

He said coldly: "I don't know if the shooting after that had anything to do with her, and I don't know what she wanted to find out, but Anderson, you remember, now, this girl is being targeted by me. "

After saying these words, Heinrich didn't look at his boss anymore, but looked out the window.

The Bugatti, airlifted from the UK, is driving the girl home.