The Goddess Shines on America

"John, just park the car in the old spot."

"Okay, master."

Stepping off the snow-white Rolls-Royce, the young Oren tidied up his equally white suit and walked into the manor.

Now is the time of the annual reunion. Governor McDowell, who grew up in this estate since he was a child, holds a party every year and invites all the rich and powerful families in North Carolina to meet here.

Almost every year, these descendants of planters who belonged to the Confederate camp during the Civil War will always gather from various rural mansions in the state to the capital Raleigh, chatting about topics that they seem to never finish.

"Oh my God, isn't this Mr. Lockheed?"

When Oren just walked into the manor, a wealthy gentry came to him in surprise: "It's a pleasure to meet you, I heard that you also bought a manor in North Carolina, but it's only now that you are lucky I am so ashamed to see you, I have never had the chance to visit..."

Orenpi smiled, "May I ask who you are?"

"Lyons Augusta, chairman of Augusta Trading Company, my family lives in Charlotte..."

"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you, but it's a little sorry for the master to always stand at the door. Mr. Augusta, why don't you let me find Governor McDowell first?"

After dismissing this local gentry who appeared out of nowhere, Oren looked around, somewhat helpless.

Buying a house in North Carolina is really just for vacation, and accepting McDowell's invitation is also considering normal social issues. To be honest, Oren looked down on this group of rich gentry who lived in country houses all day long, just as they looked down on the "Yankees" during the Civil War.

Soon, passing through layers of crowds, Oren saw McDowell in a secluded corner of the courtyard.

"Mr. Governor?"

Seeing the person coming, McDowell, who seemed to be enjoying himself, looked up and said, "Oh, isn't this Oren, come on, sit down, sit down!"

The two knew each other, but Oren looked at the seat and hesitated: "Is there another guest here?"

Looking at the empty seats, McDowell said with a smile: "You can just sit here first. Miss Wang will be back in a while if she has something to do. I think you may still be interested in meeting her."

This is indeed a very rare surname, especially in a state like North Carolina. Oren raised his eyebrows politely and asked in surprise, "Miss Wang? A Chinese lady?"

McDowell did not answer immediately, but looked around mysteriously first.

In fact, the party tonight is already over halfway. After the earlier speeches and receptions, it was time for him, the landlord, to move freely. The courtyard was full of people in the distance, but this place was vacated by all the guests.

"Not a lady, Oren, not a lady."

He smiled and sipped his tea: "Believe it or not, that is a fourteen-year-old girl."

"Girl? And she's of Chinese descent?"

Oren was surprised: "Invited to this party? Mr. McDowell, I remember that your party's participation criteria is only for a wealthy family who has purchased a large piece of land in this state to be eligible?"

"So, she naturally meets this standard."

At this moment, the so-called "old man's bad taste", this situation is fully manifested in McDowell. Seeing his unmistakable expression, Oren smiled wryly and shook his head, "Okay, you just wait for me to continue asking, right? Who is this girl? Which piece of land did you buy?"

"6,000 acres of dry land in the Great Dismore Swamp. My name is Alice Wang, this little brother."

A crisp female voice suddenly sounded not far away, and quickly approached.

Oren raised his head immediately, and subconsciously took a breath.

The pure white dress seems to be derived from Chanel's classic heirloom, but it is not any style that Oren has seen, but it undoubtedly embellishes the body of a fourteen-year-old girl who should be budding, but subtly fully developed. . The pair of crystal low-heeled sandals walked steadily on the stone road, undoubtedly expressing the characteristics of the girl's current age very clearly-the middle line between girls and women.

"Ah...it's you!"

Oren instantly recognized the girl's identity: "Last time in the car accident in Los Angeles, you scolded a Korean!"

"It's me."

Alice nodded vigorously.

I'm quite satisfied with the kid, because his gaze didn't stare at his chest for the first time...

She looked at McDowell: "Then Mr. Governor, why don't you introduce me?"

However, McDowell also looked at them in surprise: "I thought you... knew each other?"

"see once."

"meet by chance."

The two of them simultaneously said somewhat similar but subtly different answers, and then both smiled slightly at each other.

Well, if one of them is ten years younger, or the other is a few years older, it seems like a natural match?

This idea of ​​Cupid flashed in his mind, and McDowell smiled slightly: "This is Alice, a small celebrity who often appears in major newspapers recently. Director of Microsoft, founder of Cisco Systems, well-known best-selling author and Film director, Alice Wang."

"Then this is the rising star of the Lockheed family, the current director of Lockheed Corporation, Mr. Oren Lockheed."

Oren noticed with great satisfaction that the girl Alice's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

"Lockheed?"

Alice was sitting in front of the chair at the square table in the garden, her graceful back straightened gracefully, her graceful smile was full of polite surprise: "The military aircraft manufacturing tycoon, Skunk Works, who just bought the electronic department of the Sanders Alliance The owner's Lockheed?"

Oren smiled softly: "I don't remember my surname being so widely spread. If there is a second Lockheed company in the world that is also a manufacturer of military aircraft and the owner of the Skunk Works, I would still Really want to meet them."

Then, Oren clearly noticed that Alice's flash of surprise had been perfectly covered up.

Instead, she smiled slightly: "It's time to meet you. If I heard that there is another girl named Alice in this world who is also a shareholder of Microsoft and the founder of another company called Cisco Systems, I would definitely I also want to see her real face."

After finishing speaking, all three present laughed. Looking at Alice's ruddy lips covered with Dior lipstick, Oren felt a little lost, and subconsciously said: "Alice, forgive me, which brand is your dress from? It looks very similar to Chanel, but I don’t recall seeing a similar style at the latest launch…”

"'Oscar \u0026 Hannah,' Mr. Lockheed."

Alice was sitting very ladylike, with makeup on her face, and it was just the right kind of elegant and light makeup. The beauty under a smile is by no means comparable to that of a girl without makeup.

"This is a clothing brand that I co-founded with the Italian Olaer family, but the main market is currently in China, so it's normal if you haven't heard of it yet."

This time, Oren was really pleasantly surprised: "So it's the reappearance of Giorgio Armani and Versace!? No, no, since it's a company that Alice has participated in, and this style...then it should be the second one." Chanel!?"

"Mr. Lockheed, have you made a mistake?"

Alice still smiled gently, but there was a different kind of emotion in those beautiful blue eyes, which made Oren's heart tremble suddenly: "I am a girl who is only fourteen years old. Talk to me the way you would talk to a grown French girl... a little too much, right?"

McDowell has been watching this scene, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"No, sorry!"

Oren was really a little dazed, and patted his face repeatedly: "Last night... well, I was a little sleepy last night, no, I slept too late last night, and I am still a little unconscious now, please forgive me, please forgive!"

Alice nodded: "Uh-huh, uh-huh~"

As she spoke, she drank a cup of black tea by the moonlight above her head.

Well, the moon and stars are sparse in the sky at this time.

"It seems that someone has pushed me, an old man, out of the way."

At the right time, McDowell intervened. Seeing Oren's embarrassed expression, he changed the subject: "Olen, you don't seem to have expressed your opinion on the topic Alice mentioned earlier."

Alice glanced at the old man.

"Earlier? Ah..."

Oren briefly recalled, and was surprised: "You bought a 6,000-acre piece of land? Alice, what kind of big deal is this?"

Alice looked at Oren playfully with her blue eyes, raised her little feet, raised her legs, and raised her neat and beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows even more: "Just guess, you will never guess, but if I say... Locke Don't be too surprised, Mr. Sheed."

"Of course not surprised!"

Oren straightened his chest: "Also, just call me Oren!"

McDowell sat aside with a smile, purely as a spectator.

"Actually, I am planning to set up a security company with a good friend's father."

Holding the silver spoon with his slender fingers, he stirred it gently in the black teacup: "It's called Blackwater International, and that swamp is used to build a mercenary training ground."

"Security company!?"

Oren was surprised at this moment. His eyes finally became serious. Regardless of whether he was polite, he swept over Alice solemnly: "This is not a simple industry. Who is your friend's father?"

"He's a lieutenant colonel in Delta Force."

Alice put down the silver spoon, her blue eyes swept across Oren's, and she took a sip of tea: "But he is just the invited CEO, and the ownership of the company is with me. Mr. Lockheed, you have to distinguish clearly." .”

After an unknown period of time, Oren once again felt the urge to blush.

"Oren, Alice, Oren."