MTL - Reborn Capital Empire-Chapter 26 Molly Bevan
Chapter 26 Molly Bevan
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"Hello, my name is Bruce Guo. ... Is your name Molly Bevin?"
Molly, who had been approached by boys countless times, glanced at Guo Shouyun lightly, and after she felt that she was not disgusted, she nodded lightly. There is no special expression on the delicate and pretty face.
"Are you studying oil painting?"
"how do you know?"
Guo Shouyun pointed to a table-mounted landscape painting hanging on the wall behind the counter.
"It's got your name on it!"
Molly Bevan doesn't need to look to know that after she finished her art exhibition last year, this landscape painting called "Hometown" was hung on the wall of the tavern by her father, and in the corner of the oil painting, there are letters of her own name. abbreviation.
"...You draw so beautifully. It's a pity that my talent for drawing is not good enough. I learned it for a while in middle school, and gave up after I didn't get any decent achievements!"
Molly Bevan glanced at him, because she was most interested in the topic of oil painting because of her major.
"Not everyone is suitable for oil painting!"
"You're right! I'm not good at drawing, but I'm good at math. Now I have a master's degree in computer science and a bachelor's degree in economics and history from Stanford University. In addition, my new book will be published soon. It's gone!"
Guo Shouyun knows that the best way to attract the attention of excellent women is to be better than her!
Sure enough, his method worked. Molly Bevan, who didn't care much at first, suddenly stopped pouring wine in her hand, and her beautiful eyes focused on Guo Shouyun again. Moreover, compared to the previous inattentiveness, this time he was obviously more focused.
Suddenly, she found that the handsome Asian man in front of her was different from the handsome men in the school who were courting her. There was a kind of melancholy and after-life in this man who called himself Bruce Guo. The vicissitudes of life. And this kind of temperament only in mature men, combined with the other party's slightly immature appearance and handsome appearance, has formed a unique and strange charm that makes people subconsciously want to pay attention, analyze and explore.
"Are you showing me your high education? Or your unproven ability?"
Despite her curiosity, Molly Bevin's attitude remained cold.
However, although the other party's attitude was not very good, Guo Shouyun was very happy. Compared with the previous indifference, the girl in front of me who made my heart move, at least 100% of my energy is now on myself.
"Do you know peacocks?"
Guo Shouyun didn't answer what he asked.
Molly Bevan's eyes moved, and then she nodded slowly.
"The peacock is called the 'king of birds' and is a symbol of auspiciousness, kindness, beauty and luxury. When a male peacock encounters a female peacock he likes, he will often show his tail to her and keep making various Show off your beauty to female peacocks with all kinds of beautiful dance moves, so as to attract female peacocks' attention, and finally get favor!"
Guo Shouwen expressed his interest in her with great interest. In the West, such blunt expressions are not offensive.
"As far as I know, Peacock Kaiping means 'wishful thinking' and 'self-consciousness' in Chinese!" Molly Bevan said indifferently after looking at him.
"You still know this?" Guo Shouyun was a little surprised.
"I have a quarter of Chinese ancestry, and my grandmother is a Chinese from Singapore!" Perhaps enjoying Guo Shouyun's surprise, Molly Bevan slightly curved her mouth to reveal a smile, and said More private information was revealed.
"No wonder? ... Then do you speak Chinese?"
"Some, but not too much!"
"Molly, don't talk too much to strangers!"
Rudy Bevin, who came back with the wine, said everything a father would say when faced with such a situation.
Molly Bevan nodded and ignored Guo Shouyun.
"Sir, I think you're here for a drink!"
Guo Shouyun smiled and nodded when he saw the clear warning on the face of the white man in front of him.
"Rudy, two more beers, two sausages, and a plate of peanuts!"
"OK, just a second!"
After Rudy Bevan agreed, he took the beer, sausages, and peanuts that his daughter had arranged on the plate and went out of the counter. But before leaving, he deliberately glared at Guo Shouyun with warning eyes. However, Guo Shouyun, who has lived in two generations, will not be scared off by a few threatening eyes.
"Molly, you paint so well, can you paint me a portrait? I can pay!"
"Sorry, my dad told me not to talk to you!" Molly Bevan glanced at him and said indifferently.
"Oh, mygad! Molly, you are an adult, you should have your own social and ideas!" Guo Shouyun shrugged.
"Of course I have my own social network, but I don't feel the need to get to know you!"
Looking at the indifferent girl in front of him, Guo Shouyun doubted when his charm had become so low. You must know that Bruce Guo, from middle school to university, is all-round in studies, music and sports, and he has never lacked the favor of beautiful girls around him. Of course, these beautiful girls are not as unique as Molly Bevan in front of them.
"Then do you want to meet J.K. Rowling?"
Guo Shouyun turned his head and said in a tentative tone.
"You know J.K. Rowling?"
Molly Bevin, who was cleaning the table, stopped suddenly.
With the popularity of "Harry Potter" in the world, especially in the United Kingdom, J.K. Rowling's popularity is almost not inferior to that of the British Prime Minister, but also more popular.
Looking at Molly Bevan's expression and actions, Guo Shouyun knew that he had made the right bet.
"Of course, did you forget what I said? I'm a writer. . . . The reason why I came to Exeter this time was to ask Rowling some writing questions. Oh, by the way, forgot to tell you Rowling's publishing agent is also my publishing agent!"
Molly Bevin saw a subtle change in her mind as she looked at this Asian who was chatting in front of her with a very confident expression.
At first, when the other party said that she had three degrees from Stanford University and was a writer, she didn't believe it at all. I completely thought that the other party was the same as those liars who boasted how powerful and amazing they were in order to get close to them. But looking at it now, it doesn't seem like the other party is completely lying.
"Sir, I have warned you not to harass my daughter again!"
Rudy Bevin, who was protecting the calf, put down the tray and pressed towards Guo Shouyun with an angry face.
Seeing his stout figure of over 1.8 meters, a beard all over his face, and a strong white man whose eyes were comparable to cows, Guo Shouyun was very surprised. How could someone like him give birth to a person like Molly Bevan? A beautiful daughter?
"Sorry, it's my fault!"
Guo Shouyun shrugged, as if he really realized his mistake, and turned his body outside. His eyes also left Molly Bevan and focused on the TV screen hanging on the wall, as if he really didn't intend to talk to Molly again.
Seeing this, Rudy Bevin snorted bitterly and said nothing more. The other party is still his own guest after all, so he can't do too much. But he didn't realize that his daughter still looked up at Guo Shouyun from time to time while she was busy. Because the words 'J.K. Rowling' have completely aroused the curiosity in Molly Bevin's heart.
Since "Harry Potter" has been sold all over the world, J.K. Rowling's image of tough, intelligent, erudite, and talented woman has also become widely known with the publicity. I don't know how many women regard her as their idol. Molly Bevan, who grew up in Exeter, is one of them.
In the following time, Molly Bevan thought that the boy named Bruce Guo would take the initiative to talk to her when her father left. And she also asked thoroughly whether the other party knew Rowling or not. But to her surprise, his attention seemed to be completely drawn to the game on TV. The whole process was almost fixed on the game, never looking at her again.
Several times, the courageous Molly Bevin planned to ask, but was interrupted by her father who went back and forth very frequently. It was so tangled until the end of the 90-minute game.
"Di...!"
When the referee blew the whistle of the end of the game during the TV broadcast, not only did the Champions League champion Real Madrid players fall into ecstasy. Guo Shouyun also jumped off the stool at once, and excitedly slapped his fist, and then raised his arm high in the air as if he was 'not quenching his thirst' and waved it a few times in midair. Maybe because he was too excited, his expression was a little distorted.
"Is there something wrong with this Asian guy?"
"Who knows, maybe he's a Real Madrid fan!"
There are no Real Madrid fans here, so it seems that Guo Shouwen's excitement is so abrupt at this time, which has attracted the discussion and unabashed ridicule of the people around.
However, Guo Shouyun would not care about their thoughts. He was so happy. The result of the whole game was exactly the same as he remembered, Real Madrid 3:0 Valencia!
This means that he will get at least 3 times the return after investing $80 million in this football game.
"Are you OK?"
A cold voice with a touch of concern rang in his ear.
As soon as the movement stopped, Guo Shouyun turned his head to look at the beautiful girl who was just across the counter from him. Facing the other party's black and white beautiful eyes, he showed a big smile.
"It's okay! ... Oh, yes, here's my phone number and fuel tank address, remember to contact me later. I do know J.K. Rowling, and I can show you her!"
When the words fell, Guo Shouyun handed over the white note that he had written in advance. After watching the other party accept it, he said 'goodbye' and hurried out of the bar.
Looking at his retreating back, Molly Bevan unfolded the note with some sweat and wrinkles in her hand, looking at the neat handwriting on it, she was inexplicably relieved.
"Molly, come and help clean up, the guests are almost gone!"
"Come on, Dad!"
Molly Bevan, who agreed, hurriedly stuffed the note into her pocket and went around the counter to help.
