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And this is just the beginning. In the future, someone will assist these illegal immigrants to settle in France. The key is to have children, more children, at least one per couple per year.Although France has abolished citizenship by birth, it is basically impossible to repatriate as long as the child is born. In fact, these illegal immigrants who do not have a passport at all have no way to repatriate. They have received training in advance, and everyone has forgotten where they came from. .

Even if someone dares to repatriate resolutely, a series of French ultra-leftist organizations that the Westeros system has begun to provide funding are not vegetarians.

It is estimated that after the smuggling and resettlement network of illegal immigrants inside and outside France is completed this year, starting next year, Simon will plan to send tens of thousands of illegal immigrants to France every year.

Compared with France's current total population of nearly 6000 million, these illegal immigrants seem to be insignificant, but they are not.

The key is the number of newborns.

In recent years, the number of newborns in France has been around 80, which is a relatively low birth rate. Therefore, Simon only needs to sue 40 pairs of illegal immigrants who are in the childbearing period to France. One child per year can account for More than half of France's birth rate. 40 couples and 80 people seem like a lot, but if the period is extended to 10 or 20 years, and some wars lead to refugee flows during the period, the number will be easy.

Simon has enough patience for this, and has even begun to plan for the emergence of a great black president like Mandela in France to completely liberate France.

Moreover, this is still a conspiracy to some extent.

Even if someone perceives Simon's intentions, it is impossible to publicly accuse him, because doing so will inevitably offend the majority of black brothers, and if it hurts votes, it will be even more painful.

Long Island, East Hampton.

I was working non-stop, and it was already Sunday in a blink of an eye, so I decided to take a day off.

On the second-floor terrace of a seaside villa in East Hampton, enjoying the warm autumn sunshine in the morning, Simon was leaning on the sofa on the terrace, just writing a note, and was about to ask Girl A sitting next to him to hand it over to the person in charge Neil Bennett from the intelligence network stretched out his white arm behind him, and quickly snatched the note.

"Looking for a group of smart and hard-working second-generation French mixed-race black boys, Simon, what is this?"

Simon didn't answer. He grabbed Irene Lauder's arm behind him and pulled him over. He kissed the girl's face leaning over from behind him, and said with a smile, "It's nothing. I plan to set up a student aid program."

Irene Lauder chased over and kissed Simon on the lips, then jumped directly across the back of the sofa into Simon's arms, waved the note in her hand and said, "I don't believe it, you must be planning to do something bad."

Simon picked up the note and handed it to Girl A who got up, and then pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Is this the kind of person I am in your heart?"

"Anyway, you must have other purposes," Irene Lauder snorted, and then put her arms around Simon's neck, coquettishly: "Tell me, I promise, it will be kept secret."

"Actually, it's mainly because I've figured out two things recently."

Irene Lauder widened her eyes and listened attentively: "Huh?"

Simon said: "In an increasingly civilized society, it is more likely that bad money will drive out good money."

The man was suddenly so confused, Irene was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Simon did not explain, but continued: "The second thing is that in civilized human society, the core of future competition for dominance is actually a very primitive and brutal reproductive war."

Irene blinked her eyes. She is actually a very smart girl. Even though Simon still didn't explain it thoroughly, she still understood it roughly by combining the upper and lower sentences. Then she blushed inexplicably, glared at Simon and said, "I won't give it to you." You give birth."

With a smile, Simon took the folder that was put aside just because Irene rushed over, and continued to write something on it, while saying: "Well, I won't have children with any woman, first of all, I must be beautiful, and then I must be beautiful. It needs to be smart, so that the little Westeros born can better inherit my family."

Irene looked up at Simon for a moment, and finally said: "I suddenly discovered that you are so primitive and rough."

"It's a compliment to me."

"Humph."

"By the way, have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten," Irene replied, thinking of something again, and suddenly realized: "I found out, just now, at breakfast, that, Ange didn't do it again, give me that again, ah, bad guy, so you just wanted to I'm pregnant."

Simon gently pressed the restless girl in his arms: "I just said that not any woman can give me a child."

Irene was hugged by Simon, but she looked contemptuous: "So, I still have to thank you."

"No. By the way, you should leave."

Irene couldn't hold back, raised her hand and hammered on the man's shoulder: "Asshole."

Simon calmly continued to write on the folder on the girl's lap, while saying, "Be good, don't make trouble."

Irene immediately became quieter, like a deflated little ball, softly hooking Simon's neck, and complained after a while: "But you don't plan to marry me, Simon, if I have your child, The Lauder family will lose all face."

"Okay, I announce that you have been removed from the list."

"Woo...how could I fall in love with a bastard like you."

Seeing that the girl in his arms was really sad, Simon gently hugged her, bowed his head and kissed her. Irene resisted a little, and soon began to respond proactively, and then there were signs of becoming more and more intense.

I don't know how long it took before the two changed their positions from the sofa to the recliner near the railing. Simon was lying on the bottom wearing only a pair of trousers, and Irene Lang was lying on his chest in a man's shirt like a cat. Dai.

And the girl's thoughts.

"At the beginning, Mom and Dad always talked about our affairs, but now they don't mention it anymore."

"Ah."

"Actually, I really like the way I take eight maids and guards out at once, and then see how jealous and pretending to be disdainful of those people, ha ha."

"Ah."

"I'm only 26 years old, and I don't want children now. If we are still together when we are 30 years old, then, maybe, that."

"Ah."

"It just so happens that my parents only have two daughters, my sister and I. If...if I have a child, it happens that I can be named Lauder and inherit the family business."

"This," Simon finally stopped pretending to be hollowed out, and said, "My child, of course, must be named Westeros."

Irene patted Simon lightly again: "You don't even marry me."

"The surname must also be Westeros. In the future, these children will inherit my family business."

Hearing this, Irene raised her body slightly, and soon softened again: "Well, does Jenny have any objections?"

"You also know how big the Westeros system is now, even if it is distributed to a hundred children, it will be no problem."

Erin suddenly became annoyed again: "Asshole, you are going to have 100 children!"

"Uh, I'm making a metaphor."

"You must be thinking something."

"ok I admit it."

"Asshole, you really think so."

Simon raised his hands in surrender, sighing, "Oh, woman."

Irene felt that the man quickly lowered his arms around her, regained her composure, paused, and said, "Then... have two children, one named Westeros and one named Lauder, I also need children Inheriting the family business."

"Well, in fact, the surname Westeros can also inherit your family's family business."

"You are so bad."

"I just said it, reproductive war, reproductive war!"

"bad guy."

"Ok."

After a moment of calm again, Irene was the first to speak: "You today, I mean, can I stay tonight?"

Simon actually planned to wait for her to leave and go to Boston by himself. A few days ago, the housekeeper mentioned that Meretskova had something important to discuss with him, although he didn't think the woman had any important matters. However, it just so happened that the Westeros family made donations to a series of top North American universities at the beginning of this semester, including Harvard and MIT in Boston, and also invested or funded many other projects

In short, with so much money thrown out, Simon always showed up to show his presence.

Seeing the pitiful look of the girl at this time, my heart softened, and I nodded and said, "Okay, I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

Irene hummed happily, and stood up again: "In this case, Simon, here... let's watch your girls dance again. I saw it last time, and it was pretty good."

"OK."

So I stayed in East Hampton all day Sunday until the next morning.

Sending off the reluctant Irene, Simon flew directly to Boston by helicopter.

If you are driving, you need to leave Long Island, bypass New York City, and then turn to the northeast. You need to walk all morning, and the boat is also very slow. However, the straight-line distance of 180 kilometers by helicopter only takes about half an hour.

In fact, I originally planned to return to the West Coast this morning, so I temporarily changed the itinerary. First, I went to meet the two women, Meretskova and Maria. After going to Harvard and MIT, I also prepared a reception for some important political and business students in Boston at noon. A small luncheon for people from all walks of life.

However, seeing Meretskova and hearing the woman talk about something anxiously, the schedule was suddenly disrupted.

In the western suburbs of Boston, in a manor in the wealthy Weston district about 20 kilometers from the city center.

Simon, who was leaning on the sofa in a living room of the villa, looked up and down at Ulyana Meretskova standing in front of him, frowned slightly, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I..." Ulyana noticed the man's frown and felt that his legs were a little soft, but she still said, "I haven't checked, but I, that, haven't come here for the past two months."

That's OK.

Simon changed the posture of crossing his legs, and looked at the Ukrainian woman with excellent appearance and temperament in front of him again, but there was no disturbance in his heart.

During this period of time, I just made a certain feeling, but I didn't expect that there would be a gun that went off in advance.

In fact, as Simon told Irene yesterday, he would not allow any woman to conceive his own child. However, the woman in front of him has a high IQ, high education, and the best appearance. , but, after all, Simon doesn't like this kind of suddenness very much.

Since the other women in Ukraine did not have any problems last time, this one in front of him, although he looks very panicked at this time, who knows exactly what happened.

If it was plotted against, Simon would not like it even more.

After thinking about it for a while, Simon finally looked at Ulyana and said, "I'll arrange someone to take you for an examination later. If it's an accident, then take this child away. Do you want to?"

Ulyana nodded subconsciously, and she was obviously relieved: "Well, I will follow your arrangement."

Seeing the woman's reaction in this way, Simon stretched out his hand to caress a crystal ball on the side table. The housekeeper quickly appeared and sent the woman out first. Then he explained to the housekeeper, and waited for Angore to leave with Uriana. Simon recruited Girl A again: "Look up Ulia's two children, um, what's their name?"

Girl A had just seen two children outside, and said, "Anna and Nicholas."

"Before noon, give me a piece of information about the two children, mainly in terms of personality and learning." Simon said, thinking of Maria Luojin who was arranged in another manor nearby, and continued: "And Maria There, is she?"

Girl A said: "Four children, Annette, Victor, Constantine and Anton."

"Well, the same information."

Alison probably realized something, nodded to mark it down, and asked, "Boss, the reception at noon?"

"As usual," Simon said, remembering what happened to Grace, and continued: "Also, since they have come to the United States, the two of their surnames can also be changed and replaced with the previous ones."

"Including children?"

Simon nodded: "Well, let them all follow their mother's surname."

Chapter 1036 Reception

In the center of Boston, on the Harvard Business School campus on the south bank of the Charles River, Maria Rozin is translating a former Soviet-era economic policy document with several colleagues in an office. Knock and come in.During this period of time, the specific identity of Maria Rozin, who had quietly joined the job, became a matter of curiosity to the surrounding colleagues. After all, there are more than 2000 faculty members at Harvard University, and there are absolutely very few who have full-time drivers.

Maria knew that Katerina would not rush to bother her unless she had something special to do, so she stood up and walked over with inexplicable anxiety, "Kate, what's wrong?"

The female guard backed away a little, came to the corridor, and then whispered to Maria who followed: "Mr. Westeros is here, just outside."

"what……"

The vague guess came true, Maria whispered subconsciously, and then quickly covered her mouth.

After a short recovery, the woman put down her hands, turned her head to look at the office behind her, and then said to the female guard: "I, I don't get off work in 10 minutes."

Katerina really wanted to take a look at her mistress, what time was it, and she said work.

Maria blurted out, and also realized that this reason was too lame, could she let him wait for her for 10 minutes, what's more, she actually knew that this was an excuse.

Maria came to the United States at the beginning of the month and directly joined Harvard.However, because the new semester has already started, I missed the class schedule and had to wait for the next semester to arrange teaching tasks.The woman didn't want to stay free for the second half of the year, so she chose one of the vacancies offered by Harvard to provide translation support for an on-campus academic team studying the political economy of the former Soviet Union.

This is a fairly flexible job, because there are several graduate students serving as assistant translators, so even if she doesn't show up on weekdays, it's not a big problem.

The reason was not valid, so I had to turn around and greet my colleagues in the office.

Leaving the teaching building, Maria followed Katerina through a corridor in a state of confusion, and soon saw two identical black cars parked at an intersection. Seeing the two people walking in, the person in one of the cars The driver got down and opened the door for her.

It was approaching noon, and Maria didn't want too many people around to notice her, so she obediently got into the car without much hesitation.

Then it was discovered that there were already two people in the back seat, besides him sitting in the middle next to him, and Ulyana Meretskova on the other side.

Before she could say anything, the car door was already closed.

The car started quickly, and Simon, who was squeezed between two women, looked at the bewildered Maria with great interest. The woman wore a pair of rimless glasses, her blond hair was rolled up, revealing a fair neck, and she was wearing a khaki jacket. A long coat with slim black trousers exposed at the hem, and a pair of black low heels on the feet.

A woman who is inclined to an intellectual style, with this combination, immediately looks much younger.

Maria felt the man around her sizing her up, and she felt that his gaze seemed to be warm, and she felt a burning sensation everywhere she saw it. After being silent for more than ten seconds, she finally lost the battle first, opened her mouth, and slightly tilted her head Glancing at him: "You, Mr. Westeros, hello."

Simon smiled when he heard the woman say this: "Yeah, it seems that we are meeting for the first time."

"Uh-huh."

"I guess, the outfit you are wearing now must not be bought by yourself."