The Goddess Shines on America

In the last semester of high school, Oscar lived every day like a Garfield who was forced to lose weight.

"Hey, Oscar, are the SAT scores out this time?"

In the class, his friend Bennett approached him and said, "I only got 1700 points in the test last time, which is still a long way from the UCLA admission score. Do you think it is possible for me to break through again this time?"

"It's possible, I bless you..."

Oscar was lying on the table, and the side effects of staying up until two o'clock in the morning last night were here. Although the dark circles under his eyes did not remain, the old lady ignored his sleepiness very irresponsibly. It was so uncomfortable to burst the table, thanks to the idle person who graduated early and said that it was for him to have an unforgettable experience in his life.

"Oh, I really envy you, Oscar." Bennett patted his old friend on the shoulder and said, "With such a sister around, I don't have to worry about failing to get into a good school. Look at you, in a month, you can go from The score from 1700 last time has risen to 1850, and when the SAT comes out this time, it will definitely break through 1900, right?"

"perhaps……"

Oscar moaned, Damn Bennett, didn't he notice that he needed sleep very much right now? Chattering on and on, does he think it's not long enough for the formal class to start?

But at this time, the bell rang, and the teacher who had been sitting on the podium for a long time announced the start of class. Oscar looked at the sky speechlessly and let out a long sigh, pulled himself together, and quickly sat up straight.

The deadline has come.

Compared with the children of other rich and noble families, Oscar is both lucky and unlucky. Because of many factors such as the right time, place and people, neither he nor Hannah entered a private middle school and studied with elite students. Without strict school rules, without the entanglement of homework exercises that are both more difficult and more numerous, his student life in the past few years has been relatively easy. However, the lack of sufficient standard learning intensity will still have a great impact on the quality of students after all. In the last semester, they can no longer play anything.

If someone finds out that Alice Wang's younger brother didn't get into a prestigious school, and she doesn't care, then will he be able to use it in the future?

Due to graduating early, Alice was in the first half of the "original twelfth grade", but she ran around the world quite a lot. It's now May, and since she's finally settled in Los Angeles after what appears to be a world tour, there's been plenty of social engagement.

The former student party has now officially stepped into the upper class social class, which is what Alice is busy with. As his younger brother, Oscar, if he really doesn't have a graduation certificate from a famous school in the past, unless he also succeeds in starting his own business, it will be a bit embarrassing.

"Ah... I'm exhausted!"

Finally, when the lunch bell rang, Oscar dragged his exhausted body all morning, and stuffed books into the locker with clangs.

"Hey Oscar!"

A red cloud floated over, and it turned out to be Hannah: "Have you heard? Pokina Hancock scored 2100 on the latest SAT test!"

"2100?" Oscar was stunned, and then blushed suspiciously: "Pokina is amazing, she will definitely be admitted to Harvard."

Hannah's visit was of course not just to report another girl's grades, she looked at her brother's suspicious red face and giggled: "I'll just say it, I'll just say it, every time you see me in the corridor Pokinna, I'm sure I'll take a sneak peek at her. How about it, do you want me to be a matchmaker for you?"

"Stop!" Oscar's face turned even redder immediately, "I just... I just see her...beautiful, purely for aesthetics! Don't always think of yourself as Cupid, please, hurry up and eat your meal , don't get in the way here!"

The elder brother was shy, and Hannah watched the scene happily. The goal has been achieved, she came like the wind, and left like the wind.

"Hey, buddy." Then at this moment, that boy Bennett came over again: "I heard that your sister hasn't had a boyfriend yet?"

Oscar locked the locker and gave his best friend a stab in the stomach: "Graduation in two months, what else do you want? Damn, we ruined our 360 girls in Lincoln, and now I want my old sister to be the epilogue !?"

"Haha, how dare you, are there any activities after school today? By the way, your sister..."

Speaking of this, Bennett whispered as if the KGB was plotting the final resistance: "Has your sister considered going to that university to study again? Bill Gates also went to Harvard and dropped out of school. She wouldn't Don't you even go?"

It turned out to be such a thing, Oscar smiled happily.

"Bennett, you are right to ask me about this kind of thing."

"How do you say that?"

"Do you know why Gates dropped out of school?"

"Isn't it because you feel that going to school delays starting a business?"

"Half of the answer is correct." Oscar smiled triumphantly. It is rare for ordinary people to know such things as celebrity privacy. It is rare for him to show off like this: "Mr. Gates studied law at Harvard. Before he finished reading, he was completely tortured to death by this boring major. The creation of Microsoft was just the fuse, and the real reason why he chose to drop out of school was purely tormented by the class!"

It turned out to be like this!

Bennett was astonished. As a well-known celebrity in the computer industry throughout the second half of the 1980s, Gates often accepted interviews from major media, and some related stories naturally spread quickly. How many people are talking about his deeds of dropping out of Harvard to start a business, and many people even plan to imitate him. Is there an inside story in the relationship?

"Of course the mainstream media will lead to the sunny side." Oscar said triumphantly, "Can they still say, hey, the law department is boring, all the prospective lawyers should quit quickly and start a computer company! Hehe, the public Isn’t the media courting death if they offend the lawyer group?”

Isn't it courting death? Both the defendant and the defense are professional lawyers, and even the case is based on a well-known law firm, and including the plaintiff's defense, everyone is actually a family. There is really no suspense about the outcome of this kind of case...

This is tantamount to offending a vital class, isn't it?

Bennett was sweating on his head and laughed loudly.

There wasn't much homework in the afternoon, and after two quarters it was time for the interest group, but Oscar had already received a call from the Discipline Office. Therefore, when the cheers of the athletes officially sounded on the playground, he had already walked out of the campus quickly with his schoolbag in his hand.

There were many students in the parking lot, but at this moment, not many people were talking to themselves or walking casually, and even in front of two luxury cars, they did not attract many girls as usual. Of course, Oscar's Lamborghini was no exception, but he was not surprised at all, because a more top sports car was parked in a very conspicuous position.

"Hey Oscar!"

Alice was sitting in the driver's seat of her Bugatti sports car, the window was open, her straight hair was hanging on the side of the car, she was wearing sunglasses, and she didn't forget to wave when she looked at Oscar.

"Hey, old lady." Oscar walked forward with his hands in his pockets, and countless boys and girls were paying attention to him along the way: "What's the matter with the sudden call, did you ask Director Elena to convey it?"

"Let's make you look familiar, let's go, get in the car."

"Familiar? Uh...then my car..."

"Hannah's driver's license isn't for looting cars, is it? Just let her drive home by herself. You and I have something to do."

After repeated urging, Oscar got into the car. I have to admit that million-dollar supercars are different from ordinary Lamborghinis and Ferraris. The sound of closing the car door is completely different. The texture of the airlock is like walking into a commercial airliner or even a space shuttle. like.

"where are we going?"

"The capital."

After a short sentence, there was an extremely powerful starting acceleration. Fortunately, the students watching nearby were far away, Alice drove out of the parking spot with a tail flick, and drove out of the school gate directly by drifting!

Bennett watched from a distance, dumbfounded.

"Wow, this is a bunker!"

However, no matter how amazed the outsiders were, Oscar stayed in the car and was not shaken to the point of nausea and vomiting. Don't look at Alice's exaggerated driving skills, he stared at the scalding coffee cup without the lid on the clutch box, the liquid in it didn't splash out.

"The capital... Sacramento, what are we going to do there?"

Oscar was still very puzzled to see Alice speeding on the highway at the standard speed. She only said one sentence to the transfer number of the dean, asking him to wait at the gate after school.

"The current governor, Deke Mayjean, is coming to the end of his term. There will be a general election next year. It's a big question, don't you think?"

This is indeed the case, but it is still too difficult for Oscar to think about this kind of problem. He touched his chin and pondered: "In our case, we must support a politician who supports the development of Silicon Valley's industry, and at the same time, we must not suppress the development of traditional industries too much, right?"

"Hehe, supporting Silicon Valley and suppressing traditional industries are two irrelevant things." Alice smiled and said, "But you are right, if the new governor who takes office has a brain twitch, he wants to limit the development of Silicon Valley." , then we’re all fucked up.”

The 1990s would be the golden age of the computer industry, and Oscar was terrified after hearing this analysis. Indeed, if the new governor intends to relatively restrict Silicon Valley and support traditional industries, it will have a great relative impact. But if you want to say that the old lady wants to do something in this...

"Our family seems to belong to non-partisan people?"

"Politicians need to clarify party affiliation, we, do you think it matters?"

"Sponsoring both parties at the same time will indeed win, but there is no label to the end..."

"It's not which party we should belong to, but which party can better protect our interests, Oscar, figure out the causal relationship. For example, if one day the Democratic Party and the Republican Party switch, it will protect the interests of the high-income earners and capitalists , then we will unconditionally vote for the Democrats and let the Republicans die.”

"Uh... so we're still on the Republican side now?"

"Well... if you insist on labeling yourself, you can say so."