[Chapter 811: Freeing Myself]
"Dear, don't be mad, I really like this role."
William White looked up at the sky, completely speechless. This French girl really knew how to stir things up. Braveheart, my goodness, what a ridiculous movie that was.
Ahem, fine, the French girl likely didn't care about the opinions of the British.
"Sophie, I don't oppose you acting in movies, but you should've told ahead of ti."
"Alright, I'm not angry anymore. All these years studying design have made a bit silly. Besides, it's boring not seeing you around."
"Okay, okay, if you had told you wanted to act in a film, I would've written a script just for you. Goodness, those outback thugs didn't give you a hard ti, did they?"
Sophie shot him a glance. Others might not know, but Redstone was well aware. Getting into a fight with William White over a girl would be downright foolish.
The French rose had disappeared from the public eye for quite so ti. Rumors claid she had been busy having a baby for so billionaire.
Obviously, rumors were often unreliable. When the Braveheart crew announced its cast list, the gossipers were shocked to find that the lead actress was none other than the long-absent French rose.
Hmm, was she jumping ship?
That couldn't be right; Redstone was simply too old for that. If sothing were to happen, he'd probably drop dead on the spot.
"No way, you have to compensate . You need to know that my heart suffered greatly."
The beautiful girl rolled her eyes, looking rather charming. "So, what sche are you plotting now? As long as it isn't too outrageous, I might just let it slide."
"Hahaha, look, I'm totally prepared."
"Ugh, where did you even find these props?" Upon seeing a pile of last century's costus, Sophie's cheeks flushed. This guy just loved role play.
"Hmph, weren't you just saying that the plot was way too ridiculous?"
"Well, of course! A queen and a condemned prisoner? Hahaha, is that ant to annoy the British? Okay fine, I admit their aristocrats are indeed annoying for wanting to keep that kind of privilege.
Still, given the plot design, you'd be better off having Wallace kidnap the queen. Then things could at least have so sort of rationale.
Darling, if this movie hits the screens, the British will absolutely go nuts. If nothing special happens, you definitely shouldn't go to London."
"Hmph, do you particularly enjoy this sort of thing?"
"Pfft, you know I usually don't take the initiative like that."
"So, what are you waiting for?"
...
When the two of them made a high-profile appearance on Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles, all prior gossip vanished without a trace.
Oh? Was this a sign of reconciliation between the two big shots?
Haha, the onlookers were reading too much into it.
A country bumpkin who had made enough money decided to revel everywhere; that was why William White had been frequently showing up in the entertainnt section lately.
So envied him, others were wary, and so simply didn't care. At any rate, everyone had their own interpretation.
"This place's macaroni is pretty good; you should try it." As William White looked at a plate of salad across from him, he felt a mix of emotions.
Goddesses, sotis, could be such a burden. William White could burn off fat by working out, but it wasn't quite the sa for goddesses.
Their arms couldn't be too thick, and elephant legs were a catastrophe. To maintain a great appearance, you had to be a bit harsher on yourself.
"The starch content is too high, and there's so much cheese. Goodness, does the owner of this place run a cheese factory?"
"Well, shrimp is fine, right? Let peel a couple for you."
"Thanks, just one will do."
"Darling, you just burned a lot of calories; you were swaying while walking just now, and that's not good. Be good and eat two."
The beautiful girl rolled her eyes dramatically. Was she hungry? No, she was just stuffed!
The two of them shalessly flaunted their love, completely ignoring the reporters outside. William White even ordered hot dogs for the paparazzi.
Alright, everyone had it tough; as long as you didn't go overboard, he usually was quite easygoing.
For a whole month, William White simply mingled with various beauties, attending one party or another.
If there were a ranking for bastards, there was no doubt that William White would co out on top, and by a long shot.
...
"George, everyone knows there are issues with xico. Have you thought about it? The North Arican Free Trade Agreent has only been in place for a year; if there are issues now, it's likely because of us..."
Soros had little patience for Greenspan's lecturing. Didn't he know about this trade agreent? Didn't he know the U.S. was pressuring xico to open its financial sector?
They were both crafty old foxes; what was there to discuss? As long as there was money to be made, everyone was buddies. If soone stood in the way of his profits, he wouldn't care who you were.
"Alan, this year's timing isn't right. But even if I don't act now, they'll face trouble next year.
Old buddy, why didn't you calculate the timing when you dug the hole? Leave them three to five years, with such a weak agricultural base, even thirty years wouldn't help them. Wouldn't that just push back the onset of any turmoil?"
Greenspan's mouth twitched; it was easy for him to say. The U.S. agriculture sector was highly concentrated, with less than ten suppliers providing over ninety percent of the food.
It wasn't so simple to give xico a grace period. Haha, what about the interests of those superfarrs?
In Arica, there were three groups you couldn't ss with: the military-industrial complex represented by the NRA, the blue-collar workers represented by the autoworkers' union, and then there were the farrs.
Piss off these folks, don't even think about calling the cops; deploying soldiers wouldn't help either. They were certainly ready to fight.
This wasn't so exaggeration -- many tis, when negotiations fell through on land deals, or when banks attempted to repossess collateral, it ended with the farrs erging victorious.
Greenspan felt quite conflicted listening to Soros. If what he suggested was true, they'd need to take action just after the New Year.
Damn, the North Arican Free Trade Agreent starting on January 1 and within a year, xico's economy would collapse. Was there truly such ridiculousness in this world?
"George, I hope you know what you're doing. This isn't just a problem for xico; if the crisis spreads, the U.S. can't just stand by unaffected."
"Alan, let's not talk about that. Without your support, they'd be in really hot water this year. They think they can just beco a developed country? It's a pipe dream.
By the way, Alan, White Farms hasn't sent their beef to xico; do you know why?"
"I'm not sure. He has many farms, yet they don't seem profitable. I heard it's for environntal reasons."
"Cough, cough, cough, environntal? What qualifications does a guy who flies around in a super-luxury jet have to talk about the environnt? If he were really that saintly, he shouldn't be eating at."
"Ha, what's the matter? Is the pressure from the billionaire too much for you?" Greenspan smiled eerily, or perhaps he was reveling a bit too much. Damn, he had a headache with that opponent, who was now all over the place, leaving everyone a bit confused.
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