New York, Metropolitan Opera.

This is the last song and dance performance of the "Book of Songs" themed by the National Style Art Troupe on Saturday, January 11. Simon came to the West Coast as usual to visit the pregnant women on the weekend, and by the way, he accompanied Grace to watch the performance for the first time.

After the performance, Simon did not intend to meet with the art troupe, and quietly left with Grace and Bryce Levison, who came over with him.

I came to a nearby restaurant that I had temporarily booked and had a midnight snack.

After ordering the meal, the menu was returned to the waiter. Bryce Levison looked at the pair of men and women sitting opposite each other, and subconsciously said: "I think the performance just now was very ordinary. It was just a group of little goblins raised by someone. I really don't understand why so many people are following it recently."

Simon ignored it directly.

Grace smiled at Simon and whispered: "I saw a previous article in the New York Times saying that it was the Chinese classical dance performance of the Metropolitan Opera in the past two months. Just scalpers were reselling tickets and earning more than one million dollars."

Simon nodded: "I heard about it, too."

The National Style Art Troupe started its premiere on December 7 last year, with one show every Wednesday and Saturday each. Until today, there are 9 shows in total. Because the quality of the performance itself and the news hype around this matter are getting more and more popular, making it hard to get tickets for each performance, and the result is that the scalpers are cheaper.

According to preliminary statistics, the total ticket revenue of the 9 performances in the Metropolitan Opera House is only US$5.3 million, while the scalpers off the venue earn more than one million by issuing tickets at a premium, which is also a hot topic in recent news, which in turn has made the performance of the Guofeng Art Troupe more concerned.

In fact, scalpers are very common on Broadway.

The National Style Art Troupe can only be regarded as a "small scene". In Simon's memory, a phenomenal musical "Hamilton" premiered in 2015, was the hottest period. The scalper who made profits by reselling tickets to "snatch" $60 million from the show in a year.

Bryce only reads fashion magazines at most, but she doesn't care what the newspaper says. When she hears this, she doesn't have the position to change her attitude: "Since that's the case, why not raise the price?"

Simon picked up the coffee and sipped it.

Grace helped explain: "Once the ticket price of a Broadway drama is determined, it cannot be changed at will. After all, a drama cannot be popular for a long time. Once the price increases affect the attendance rate, it may trigger a chain reaction. In addition, scalpers can raise the ticket price to a certain extent, giving people the impression that this drama is very popular."

Bryce felt that she had gained knowledge, and then glanced at a guy who ignored him 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: "Born, raise, and inherit the family business."

Bryce widened his eyes slightly: "That's it?"

"Is there any parent who is not like this?"

"I mean," Bryce thought for a moment, and said, "you are responsible for Grey too."

"Of course, I can't give you anything except marriage, nothing else is fine."

"Then will you publicly admit this child?"

Simon said: "If Grey wants to be made public, then it's public."

Bryce immediately dissatisfied: "You are ruling, Grey loves you so much, he will definitely not make any public opinion for you."

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

"I remember, don't try to cheat at that time."

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

Bryce squinted at Grace with a heart-wrenching regret: "You are just helping him to shit out, there's no help."

After having a midnight snack, it was almost ten o'clock. Simon wanted to take two women back to the apartment on Fifth Avenue. Grace insisted on going home. After the woman became pregnant, she changed her residence again. It was near Park Avenue on 66th Street. It was located on the large flat floor on the 11th floor in a 15-story apartment building, mainly for privacy.

Simon ordered the driver to leave when he saw the two women taking a pair of female guards into the elevator.

Inside the elevator.

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

Grace caressed her belly, which was already showing signs through her windbreaker, and said, "You have been pregnant, and you must know that women are not very good-looking when they are pregnant. I don't want him to see them."

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

Grace just smiled, "Why don't you go with him just now?"

"I..." Bryce then glanced at the two female guards behind him. He couldn't say that he couldn't stand a guy's trouble alone. After a moment of pause, he responded randomly and said: "I decided to break off relations with him. I don't want to be suddenly pregnant."

Grace didn't answer this time.

However, he was sure in his heart that unless he was an accident, his little man would not have let his best friend get pregnant. It was not because of morality, but because he was actually very concerned about his offspring, but Bryce was definitely not a very good mother. If she had not raised her two children, Rita and Lei, she would probably not have the little guy in her belly at this time.

On the other hand, saying goodbye to Grace and the other two, Simon ordered the driver to rush to a block intersection between Madison Avenue and 53rd Street in Midtown.

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

The girls from the Guofeng Art Troupe need to live in Manhattan for performances. In addition, the surrounding service team was large, so Simon directly bought out the building that had not yet been opened as a dormitory apartment. The 36-story building has a total of 150 properties depending on the apartment type. The Guofeng Art Troupe, which includes a total of more than 200 people in the Maid Guards team, is more than enough to live in.

In fact, this building is now a country of daughters.

Simon arrived, and the male bodyguards were all staying outside the door. The security work was taken quietly by a pair of direct female guards from the Wei family. They took the elevator to the 32nd floor of the building and rang the doorbell into an apartment. Ms. Liu lived here with the little girl who had changed MiuMiu's name by Simon.

Unexpectedly, Simon would come, and a female servant who opened the door was quite surprised, and then a group of women chatting in the living room stood up one after another.

Simon looked over and found that except for the mother and daughter, the others should be choreographers of the National Style Art Troupe.

"dad."

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

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

Simon used standard Mandarin, but others still didn't react to Westeros would suddenly come in. Finally, Ms. Liu said first: "Simon, that's it. Today's last show, in the past two months, the art troupe's performance has been very successful. Everyone can't sleep, so come and celebrate together."

“It’s time to celebrate.”

Simon nodded and looked at the red wine and fruit salads that were opened on the coffee table: "It seems that I was not the time to appear, I'm disturbing you."

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

Seeing the woman's slightly panicked look, Simon hugged the little girl in her arms and changed her posture, saying, "This performance is indeed very successful. You will also return to China for the New Year recently. In this way, I will ask Chen to come up with a reward plan tomorrow, and everyone will have it."

The women who still didn't dare to sit down all showed joyful expressions. Ms. Liu said, "Simon, then, I will thank you for everyone."

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

When Simon said this, Ms. Liu's face suddenly became rosy. Seeing this, the other women said goodbye tactfully.

However, the movements are not so nimble.

It would be fake if other women say they don’t envy Ms. Liu and her daughter.

Not to mention other things, just from the distribution of apartments in this building, the National Style Art Troupe can be said to be clearly divided into classes. The apartment where the mother and daughter live is a double-story duplex, six bedrooms and three living rooms, and a bunch of maids and guards, which is so luxurious that it makes people jealous. And ordinary teachers can only live in a two-bedroom apartment with two living rooms, and there are even few maids and guards around them because they are service staff themselves.

Therefore, at this moment, if a man says something and stays and continues to chat and drink a few drinks, even if hesitates in his heart, it will be difficult for them to think of rejection.

Even if we can go further...

Unfortunately, the man didn't speak out after all.

After the people dispersed, Ms. Liu and Angry, who followed in, quickly directed the waitress to organize the living room, and then brought a bottle of newly opened red wine to the man who was talking to her daughter.

He poured a glass of red wine and handed it to the man, and couldn't help but glance at his daughter who was leaning in the man's arms. Ms. Liu asked: "Simon, didn't you say you wanted to go on a global tour? Recently, many theaters have sent us invitations?"

Simon held a goblet and fed a sip of red wine to the doll-like girl in her arms, took a sip, and said, "You can arrange it yourself. If you want to act, you can perform more. If you don't want to act, take a break."

"I've asked that most national performance seasons will be suspended for one month in February, so, will we start from March?"

"Okay." Simon nodded, and saw the little girl raise her head again and send the red wine again, and smiled and said, "Children should not drink too much, they will become drunks."

The girl in her arms took a big sip when she heard this, and then she swallowed it before she opened her bright black eyes and said coquettishly: "It was clearly what you fed me by Dad."

"Okay, my fault." Simon drank the remaining red wine in one sip, handed the empty cup to the woman next to him, and asked again: "It's New Year coming soon. When are you going back?"

"I..." Ms. Liu paused for a moment before saying, "MiuMiu and I are not planning to return to China this year."

Simon was a little confused and then reacted: "The same is true for others?"

Ms. Liu nodded: "The girls in the art troupe have only more than 30 who want to go back at the moment."

Simon shrugged slightly: "Forget it, just discuss these things with Ang 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'll call you next time."

"Really?"

"certainly."

"Then let's pull the hook."

Simon looked at the little girl stretching out her little finger and asked deliberately: "What is a hook?"

"It's just that you can hang it on the hook for a hundred years and never change it."

"Oh, okay."

Ms. Liu watched the man and her daughter interact intimately, her eyes flashed slightly, and her smile remained unchanged. After waiting for a moment, she remembered another thing: "Simon, they just now, you know, unlike girls, Dongyue and they basically have families. I mean, they all hope to take some of their families over?"

"Yes," Simon said very readily, "But this time they can't get a green card directly. You know, last year, I spent a lot of effort on running your group of people at one time, and the rest can only apply for a regular visa first. By the way, if it's a child, the Westeros system has a special scholarship fund for the children of its employees."

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

Simon poured cold water on: "The scholarship fund only supports children of excellent employees. The very outstanding ones. Generally, don't make things boring. However, as long as it can pass the review, the foundation can always help them finish college, including in the process of high school going to college."

Ms. Liu then understood.

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

Simon looked at the woman's sudden expression and said, "If the children of other relatives are excellent enough, you can also recommend them. The standard is probably to be smart and hardworking to the level of Ivy League schools with potential. They were the same just now. As long as there are good seedlings, I don't limit the number."
To be continued...