Plan the last hour of working hours is to process various accumulated documents.

By the way, have some entertainment.

Five o'clock.

Carmen Kess, carrying a set of women's clothing covered in a dustproof cover, held a little document in his other hand, knocked on the door and entered his boss's office.

First, I saw some broken fabrics scattered everywhere.

No one was seen.

But he didn't speak, and stood quietly in place and waited for a while. The door of the bathroom opened. His boss tidied up his shirt and collar and walked out from there. Seeing Carmen, he asked, "Is the plane ready?"

Carmen nodded slightly: "Yeah."

"You don't have to follow, you can take a few days off."

Carmen sniffed slightly, paused for a moment, and nodded again: "Yes."

As he said that, he put the things in his hands on the coffee table in the rest area, took his boss's coat, went up to help the man put them on, and whispered: "The girls sent by Miss Korkoshko and the others have been sent to the plane, a total of six."

Simon was stunned for a moment, remembering that it was a joke at noon. He didn't say anything, just nodded.

After helping the man put on his coat, Carmen signaled to a stack of folders on the coffee table: "There are still some information, will the boss take it with him to read it?"

Simon glanced: "Convert it into electronic documents and send it to my email."

"OK."

After the incident was finished, Simon was about to leave, and saw Carmen's fixed appearance, he reached out to grab the girl's chin: "Smile, don't be cold all day long, you are not a femto scorpion agent."

Carmen bent his mouth obediently.

Simon quickly shook his head: "Forget it, it's better to look colder. It will make you look taller when you smile."

Carmen instantly constrained the corners of his mouth and returned to the state of an iceberg beauty.

Simon nodded with satisfaction, leaned closer to Carmen's cold lips and pecked. Seeing the girl's long eyelashes like a frightened little brush, she slapped her again, and smiled and said, "I'm leaving, be good."

Carmen sent his boss out, and waited for the man to enter the elevator with two bodyguards, looked at the elevator door and closed before returning.

I glanced at the messy office again, turned around and walked to the bathroom, and found that there was no one. I left, looked around, moved to my boss's large desk, and finally found the target under the desk.

It seems... asleep?

Because of some shallow thoughts, she wanted to leave like this, but the responsibilities engraved in her bones made her not do so, and she whispered: "Ms. Xiaosi?"

No response.

Squat down and pushed a woman who was sleeping or unconscious on the ground. Before Carmen could speak, Brooke Xiaosi had already trembled and began to beg for mercy in a daze: "Simon, OH, PLEASE..."

The destination for the evening is Toronto.

A woman who accidentally got pregnant during Cannes this year has begun to show her pregnancy and hide here to raise her baby.

Simon boarded the plane and first saw the gifts he had brought to him by the three girls of Korkoshko. He gave them a brief appreciation, temporarily sent them away, and came to the study room in the front cabin alone.

Carmen has sent some electronic documents to the email address.

Simon called out to read it, and what he paid more attention to is today's stock market trends.

Tinkobaier's stock price broke through the trillion-dollar market value mark this morning and reached US$100.03 billion, and then fell back. It closed today, and the final single-day stock price rose by 4.3%, with a market value of US$997.9 billion.

Even if it falls back to less than one trillion US dollars, Tinkobaier is the second US listed company to achieve a trillion-dollar market value, and is destined to leave a profit in business history.

Daenerys Entertainment, who made wedding clothes for others, has also seen a 3.9% increase in today's stock price, with a market value rising from US$933.5 billion before the opening to US$969.1 billion, leaving only a $30.9 billion gap to the trillion threshold.

With a gap of more than 30 billion, everything goes well. The stock price only needs to jump up. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be the next few days to achieve a certain goal.

In addition to the three highly anticipated leading stocks, Egrit, Tinkobaier and Daenerys, the overall market level, the Nasdaq's closing increase today was fixed at 2.2%. According to the market value of the entire Nasdaq, this is equivalent to a market value fluctuation of US$230 billion.

The total market value of all stocks in the Nasdaq market has reached US$10.4 trillion.

Having said that, these numbers may be extremely dazzling to ordinary people, but for Simon, they cannot pluck too many heartstrings.

Even another document made Simon a little amused.

After obtaining Enron's fake account information in advance, holding this big thunder, the Westeros system has been quietly establishing short positions in technology stocks recently. Currently, the scale of various positions accumulated through large accounts distributed around the world has exceeded US$16 billion.

The overall position size of the planned is about 30 billion.

Because of this wave of upsurge, all shorts only have a book loss of more than US$300 million today, which seems not much, but if there are such fluctuations every day, no one can stand it. Therefore, it can be foreseen that in the final madness of the Nasdaq, if these positions persist until December, the Westeros system needs to invest more funds to lower leverage and avoid overturning positions.

It is only 500 kilometers from New York to Toronto, and it is less than 6:30 pm to reach the cliff-side mansion on the shore of Lake Ontario, just outside the northwest of Toronto.

In late autumn, it was already dark in Toronto.

Having dinner with a woman was originally quite harmonious, but after dinner, for some reason, she turned a little sharp. The woman who was inexplicably angry threw small objects at Simon again and drove him out of the door.

A bad fate.

A bad fate!

I sighed in my heart that I changed to another mansion on the edge of the cliff on the lakeside, and brought a female servant who was with a woman.

On the surface, he was a waitress, but in fact he was a psychiatrist trained by Westeros.

After all, Simon had already experienced a woman's emotions for a long time, so he was inevitably worried.

Depression in pregnant women is not a joke.

In a living room in the luxury villa, a black-haired and black-eyed girl named Wendy Greenfield sat on the single sofa next to Simon. Her voice was soft and she had a strange hypnotic smell: "The lady's psychological condition is fine, but the pregnant woman's normal mood is changing, which is caused by hormone secretion during pregnancy."

Simon leaned against the corner of the couch, rubbed a red mark on his forehead, and felt a little helpless: "Are you sure?"

Wendy nodded: "Ms. does feel some psychological pressure, but it's just some, not serious."

"Why?"

"Because the child in the lady's belly belongs to the boss, she knows that the boss can protect them."

"It seems that this is a question of security."

Wendy looked over with her deep black eyes: "Yes."

Simon's fingers that he was about to put down turned to his temples, continued to rub them lightly, and looked at each other: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Wendy whispered: "The boss is also a person who lacks a sense of security, and the boss is not as lucky as His Highness and can find a support."

Simon narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the girl next to him for a moment: "It seems that you are such an excellent psychologist."

Wendy's voice was still soft: "I have two PhDs in psychology and sociology."

Simon continued to look at the girl next to him for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Are you natural black hair?"

"Yes, natural black hair and black eyes," Wendy said, adding: "Mrs. said I'm like a witch."

"I feel so, too," Simon said, waving his hand to drive him away: "Go out."

Wendy left, and a moment later, the living room door opened, and the butler Angry Davis walked in almost silently. Seeing that her boss' finger was still pressing against her temple, he turned to the back of the sofa and reached out to caress him.

Simon leaned back and let the butler press him.

Angry moved gently in his hand, looked down at the little man in front of him, and after a moment, he whispered: "Boss, what are you thinking?"

Simon half-joking: "There are too many goblins."

The butler remembered Wendy Greenfield who had just left. He was indeed a fairy-like girl. The Westeros actually raised a lot of this kind of girl. Angry bent his mouth and understood in his heart that his boss preferred this kind of thing instead of a real vase. However, he still said, "Boss, are you going to take a bath? Let those six accompany you?"

Simon pressed his head backward, leaned against the butler's waist and abdomen, and shook his head slightly: "No, that's also a group of fairies, who speaks so fluently in English, and still has a London accent. Actually, I prefer girls with a little accent."

"Then..." The butler thought for a while and made a lighter voice again: "There are two more, I'll bring them to the boss for the sake of seeing them."

Simon was a little confused, looked up and understood, nodding: "Okay, also, call them here, I want to listen to the song."

"Um."

The female housekeeper agreed, reluctant to leave the feeling of getting along with her boss now, and then she stayed for a while before finally turning around and leaving.

After a while, he personally pulled two women in thin silk nightgowns back again. When he walked to the door, the female housekeeper said to the two women wearing eye masks in a cold tone that would never appear in front of her boss: "You are mute later, do you understand?"

The two beautiful women whose Slavic characteristics were still visible to the eye masks nodded gently, as if they had been sealed in advance without a trace of sound.

Only then did Angelith feel satisfied, she pushed open the door and continued to lead the two women in.

Wei Huachao, Su Fengnian, Ouyang Suli and other girls from the national style art troupe flew from New York to Toronto and arrived at Simon's mansion. It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Angry greeted her in person at the door and saw Shirley and Mu Miu appear together. Although her boss did not mention it, she thought about it and didn't say anything. She took the initiative to go forward and hug Shirley first. While greeting her, she brought a group of girls into the door and went straight to the living room where her boss was.

After knocking on the door, the butler pushed open the door and noticed that his mother was pushing her. Miao Miao took the lead and threw herself into the man on the sofa like a little croaker: "Dad, why are you in Toronto? Well, this is... so fragrant, milk?"

Simon ignored a certain problem and held the girl in her arms and said, "Are you hungry? Let Ange prepare you for a midnight snack?"

Miao Miao didn't bother with any problem and shook her head: "I'm not hungry, but it's so cold here, it's colder than New York."

"It's almost the same, wear more clothes when going out."

Simon said, looking at other women of all sizes. Because she was lying in her arms, she did not get up. She greeted her and signaled the butler to help them arrange musical instruments.

After fucking, the butler turned off most of the lights in the living room, leaving only a dizzy and dimness.

This time, I didn't leave, so I stood quietly next to the sofa where my boss was. After listening to a group of little fairies, I started singing a new Chinese song.

Melodious but sad tune.
Chapter completed!