America 1982

A private marina on Quincy Bay in Quincy, Massachusetts.

At this time, a three-masted monohull sailboat, about fifty meters long, was moored at the end of the plank road. At this time, the mast was raised and the sails were opened. The snow-white ship looked like a white swan resting gracefully in the blue sea. .

In the pier leisure area, billionaire Robert Miller, who had just boarded the ship to visit, looked at Julian Farrell, a Cornell University alumnus and president of Sealine Shipping Industry, who was picking cigars on the recommendation of the butler: "What do you think? What should the name of our third super sailboat be called?”

"The first boat is called Pia, the second boat is called Mary, and the whole world knows that the third boat should be called Alexandra. There is no difficulty in this question. What is really difficult is the fourth sailboat that will definitely belong to you in the future. , what should I call it? After all, you only have three daughters." Farrell selected the cigars and asked the butler to help him bake them, and said with a smile:

"Unlike me, although I manufacture and sell pleasure boats, my wife and I only have one yacht in our name. Like my daughter, we are both called Otilia. When it comes to yachts, are you sure you don't need it? Let me know every time Help you design this kind of monohull sailboat, you know..."

Robert Miller made a please gesture and begged Farrell: "Julian, please, don't sell me a yacht that is purely used to show off wealth. This is a toy that a man should buy for himself." After I select the crew, I will sail the Alexandra across the Atlantic and once again set a new world record for crossing the Atlantic."

"Mr. Miller, SSD's monthly "Agenda" magazine has been delivered. Do you want to read it now, or do you want me to take it to your study or bedroom..." The housekeeper came over, leaned over slightly, and said softly.

"It doesn't matter, just bring it, Charlie. I can show off to Farrell until we grow old and lie in the cemetery. He did not join the SSD, and I was in it. This will be his lifelong regret, and The honor of my life." Robert turned his head and said to the butler, making a deliberately exaggerated provocation to Farrell.

"Hey! I'm not a little guy that no one wants. I joined the VSA. I'm from the Order of the Phoenix, okay? Everyone knows that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​better than the White Robe Order, not to mention that I am the final winner. I will Your SSD international sweetheart finally succeeded and married her back home." Farrell sat up straight with dissatisfaction, pointed to several women showing off their cooking skills not far away, and signaled Robert's attention: "That's why I have My lovely daughter Otilia.”

Robert also looked at his wife and three daughters. At this time, he was happily chatting with Farrell's wife and daughters while having a barbecue.

"Time flies so fast, Julian. It always feels like all the stupid things we did in college happened just yesterday. The Order of the Phoenix, the White Robe Society, the Bishop's Society, the Hunter's Society, the Wolf Society... In the blink of an eye, our daughter We have all finished college, and we have all turned our abs into belly." He looked away and said to Farrell with some emotion.

At this time, the housekeeper Charlie sent over the "Agenda" magazine, which was published internally by SSD only to living members. Robert took it and flipped through it: "I am glad that I joined SSD. Without the connections of SSD, there would be no Robert Miller today. There is no DFS today. I am not you, Julian. You can join the Order of the Phoenix directly with the aura of your father, but my father is just a salesman and my mother is a substitute teacher. Without SSD, I might just be a hotel manager after graduating from college. After all, I There is only a degree certificate in hotel management from Cornell University, which is the major with the lowest tuition fee at Cornell University that year.”

Julian nodded understandingly. He knew the experience of this classmate who had to customize a super sailboat for him every once in a while. In a nutshell, it was Robert and his current partner Chuck Feeney. The genius bastards met at the SSD branch of Cornell University, and they hit it off and told the world that there was a new hugely profitable industry, a chain of duty-free stores.

Relying on the SSD's connections with many members in the military, the two flew to Asia during their college holidays to make money.

In South Korea, Japanese military bases sold various cheap cigarettes and alcoholic beverages from smuggled channels directly to American soldiers outside the U.S. military base. At that time, the term duty-free goods was still very unfamiliar, but smuggling was well known to everyone, but in those countries The police or the tax department did not have the courage to stop the two men from blatantly selling smuggled goods to the US military, because Japan had tried it once. Several policemen tried to confiscate the goods of the two people, and the result was that the policemen were directly beaten into pig heads by several American soldiers. , and then the result was that Japan was strongly dissatisfied. The US military stationed in Japan expressed regret and sent the soldier who beat him to Hawaii for a vacation.

After that, no one dared to point fingers at such things.

Relying on the power of the United States, they quickly made their first pot of gold in other countries through illegal means. Then the two registered and established DFS. With SSD's military contacts, they quickly expanded and opened duty-free shops in Europe and every airport in Asia with US military garrisons. .

Today, those two young men, who could only study majors with the lowest tuition fees, are already the two founders of DFS, the world's largest travel retailer company, with nearly 100 duty-free shops.

Although DFS is not listed in order to avoid disclosing the information of its shareholders, business magazines value the company as high as 4 billion, because it is still in the expansion period. As long as the Cold War does not stop, as long as the United States continues to increase its military presence overseas. , this company will continue to expand and occupy the core areas of airports in garrisoned countries.

What's even more frightening is that no one knows how many shareholders DFS has and what their identities are.

Anyway, Julian has known Robert for so many years and only knows two alumni founders of DFS.

"This article is good." At this time, Robert found an interesting text in the magazine, and he read enthusiastically:

"If those nerds from Boston's elite schools think that having the names of Yale and Harvard can intimidate SSD members, I don't mind kicking their butts and re-teaching them what SSD is. It seems they need support, Charlie, please I called the SSD General Assembly to find out if these two guys need a lawyer... No, I saw that they found a lawyer from the White Shoe Firm..."

Soon, Robert stopped talking, and the expression on his face changed from the pastime of passing time to a playful one. After reading the entire article, he spoke: "Call Charlie Feeney at the Hong Kong headquarters and ask him to use DFS An internal notice was issued in the name of the company. Whether for efficiency, cost or other reasons, the company's office software was replaced by Actor's OSS. This matter was completed before the trial. He must have received this magazine and would understand the trial. the previous meaning.”

"Do you need me to call the General Assembly for you and have them call you to thank you?" the housekeeper asked.

"No need. I'm on vacation in Massachusetts. They will come to see me and thank me in person. Besides, if they don't come, we are large commercial users of OSS and have reason to intervene on the grounds that this penalty may cause economic and human losses." After Robert finished speaking, he handed the magazine to Farrell next to him:

"SSD is about to give birth to yet another Robert and Charlie pair, this time Tommy and Jason, the California, Stanford University SSD chapter."

"Are you sure that me reading your internal magazine won't make you violate SSD's leak regulations?" Julian teased, then took the magazine and took a look. He was not as interested as Robert was because this was not the Order's internal magazine. He At least I simply looked at the photo and got a general understanding of the content, and then put the magazine on the table: "I don't think it is an exaggeration to say that the two of them are robbers in suits. At least I have never seen the company's engineer in charge of program control. , the face in the photo can still show this excited expression when it encounters litigation trouble. The opponent is Lotus Company, a well-known software company in Boston..."

"Try the vanilla cookies I baked, Mr. Miller, and father." Otilia wore baking gloves and came over with a freshly baked cookie and placed it on the table in front of the two of them. I happened to find the photo in the magazine.

She was slightly stunned at first, then picked up the magazine in disbelief and looked at the photo of Tommy and Jason on it: "Tommy Hawk? Is this Tommy?"

"Do you know him?" Farrell was stunned for a moment, and then he responded: "Tommy Hawke, is this the kid who made a fortune from an international summer camp and sent himself to Stanford? The world is really Crowded.”

Robert also looked at Otilia, but Farrell's words just now made him interested: "Otilia, would you mind explaining to me what it means to create an international summer camp while we are eating cookies? Make a lot of money and send yourself to Stanford?"

First update~~ Let me first say that I am not lazy, and I don’t want to change my schedule again. I didn’t start coding in the evening, but in the afternoon. I was just so absorbed in looking up information that I read several of them as novels without realizing it. Hours, and the second update is already half coded, it will be ready soon ~ I will do it as soon as possible ~