Chapter 19 19

Several years ago, I vaguely saw a message in the newspaper.It is said that Walter Binningdale, the founder of the Binningdale Company, died suddenly.The huge enterprise he created with branches all over the country's eleven major cities was passed on to a daughter.It's really interesting to say that his daughter was still a young girl at that time. The little girl once had a brother.However, racing fans should remember that in 1965, in a race at Zandvoort in 1965, the racing driver Binningdale, who was known as "Abin", surpassed Boisset for only a few seconds before the car rushed out. into the driveway, crashing the car and killing people.Marcy thus became the sole heir.The well-informed news reports at that time predicted that the little girl would definitely sell these chain stores as soon as possible. The young lady of a rich family inherited billions of dollars, so there is no reason for her to live comfortably.But the result was the opposite. This twenty-four-year-old lady would rather take the risk of going to sea and take over all of her father's career.

① in the Netherlands. Those experts secretly sneered.With such a yellow-haired girl as the "manager", it's no wonder that the chain company will collapse immediately.But the company did not fall so quickly.Two years later, Binningdale plans to expand its operations west.People in the industry thought it was a stupid thing for a child and sneered at it.By the time the company's seventeenth branch opened in Los Angeles, the company's capital had doubled.Maybe this is the blessing of fools, but the smiles of those experts are no longer sneers, but greet her with smiles.

I have also sometimes seen brief reports of the expansion of Binningdale's property in the papers.Even when her name was occasionally mentioned in the report, she never made it public to the president.No picture of her was ever published in the newspapers.Her social activities are never promoted on social media. No news of her marriage was published in the "Celebrity News" column.No newspaper reported her divorce news.It is almost impossible for girls from rich and wealthy families who can be counted in the whole country to be so unknown.What's more, she is such a beautiful blonde beauty.So now I'm not surprised to hear that Marcy has hired an agency to fend off the press on her behalf.

This little secret, and other interesting tidbits, she told me as I drove up the Merritt Freeway in her cream-white Mercedes.It was I who first used her car phone to tell the London doctor that I was not going to see a doctor today.She then called the office as well and said "all my afternoon appointments are canceled" (straightforward, without a word).In the end I just pulled the plug out of the phone altogether. I "destroyed" her private property arbitrarily, but Marcy just smiled and didn't care about it. "I don't know why, Oliver, I just like you. But you are too impulsive, too impulsive to bear."

"You may not be able to bear it yourself," I complimented her. "Think about how much trouble we could save between us if you just told me when you were running, 'My name is Binningdale. What? Your last name is not as charming as your person.'” Her eyes lit up, and that gleam told her she believed I wasn't lying. "I said, Oliver, I know I'm a bit paranoid. But don't forget, I've been traumatized." "What the hell did your husband do?" "Are you asking him about me? Or about another girl? Please be more specific." "Then tell me, how is he doing now?"

"He doesn't do anything." "Do nothing?" "Well... Let's put it this way: he's living a pretty... quite 'Ansheng' anyway." Her tone was very strange.The meaning in that sentence is definitely not what I originally expected. "Marcie, don't you mean you're going to have to give him... a lot of money?" "What was it," she said, "not meant. I made it very clear that's what I meant. Divorced, he's rich now." I was taken aback.How could someone as extraordinary as Marci suffer from being dumb like that?

I didn't ask.She clearly meant that she wanted me to listen to her very much. "It's like this," she said, "At that time, I was in my senior year, my mind was full of fantasies, and I didn't know how to arrange my future. At this moment, it was like a magic trick, and I don't know where it came from. There is an indescribable charm about such a handsome young man..." She made him so handsome, if she didn't exaggerate. "...He told me a lot, and I just think every sentence is pleasant to listen to." She paused when she said this. "I'm such a kid," she said. "Who would believe that I would fall in love like this."

"and after?" "At that time, Dad didn't give up. He still hoped that Abin would take off his protective helmet and come to work with him in the company. But my brother has that temper. If you want him to go east, he will speed up his pace. So I took my good-looking boyfriend and my dad was overjoyed when he suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. In his eyes, Michael was Christ born again, and Einstein was second-only with short hair That’s all! To be honest, even though I felt that Michael might not be such a perfect person at the time, I didn’t even dare to doubt it. In short, it can be said that I found such a person for my father. My second son, my father really loves me so much. At the wedding, I wish he could stand up and say 'I do'."

"But what about Abin's reaction?" "Oh, it's awkward when we meet each other. You hate me, and I hate you. Abin told me several times, "Michael, don't look at his Jeprey's boutique eyewear, but there is a streak in his bones." (Yu Yu) ②'." ①A high-end men's fashion store in New York. ②(Yuyu), a sea fish, ferocious and carnivorous. "This must have come true later." "Hey, that's a bit unfair to others. It's not that he's wronged, it's that Ban Stripe (Yu Yu) is wronged." It was obviously not the first time she had said this bitter joke.But the words came out, but the atmosphere in front of him didn't liven up because of this, but became more serious.

"But why did you break up in the end?" I asked. "Michael doesn't like me." Marcy pretended as if there was nothing to be sad about. "Specifically?" "I think he also sees clearly that although Dad likes him, as long as Abin comes, the boss has to be Abin. Michael is not born to be a substitute, so he simply admits defeat quit." "It's a shame," I added, trying to put in a quip. "Yeah. If only he could have waited another five months..." That was the end of her story.Not even a review.Didn't even say a word of hope Michael Nash doesn't end well.

I didn't know what to say (is it possible to say to her "Oh, what a pity you got dumped"?) so I just drove my car.The eight-track tape was playing a Joan Baez song. ①A rock star. At this time, I suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Marcie, why do you think I'm not that kind of person?" "Why? I can only hope so." As she spoke, she lightly pressed my arm, and felt a burst of pleasure all over the place with her fingers, even on my spine.Seeing that the situation is progressing very quickly, the stage of pure spirit is almost over.It's better to have a 'swallow beans' quickly. "Marcy, have you ever thought of my last name?" "No. Why should I think about this?" But she immediately realized the truth. "Barrett...is that the one who runs the investment bank? The one who runs a lot of spinning mills? Is that your family?" "Let's just say it has something to do with it," I said. "The boss is my father." We sat in the car for a long time without making a sound.Then she said softly, "I didn't know." To be honest, I was relieved to hear that. The car drove straight forward and entered the border of New England. At this time, Siye was already covered with black velvet. Not that I don't want to find a place to stop yet.I just want to find a good place to wash away the mundane. "I think we'll have to get a fire to roast, Marcie." "Okay, Oliver." After driving all the way to Vermont, I found an ideal environment.There was a sign in that place, "Uncle Abner's Cabin."Located on a small lake called Kenawookie.Sixteen and a half yuan a night, including the cost of firewood.If you want to eat, there is a small village hotel nearby, just across the road.The name of the shop is "Howard Johnson's". So I took Marcy to Howard Johnson's for a nice meal before the fireside evening. While eating, we each told about our childhood situations. First, I took the trouble to tell her about my admiration and dissatisfaction with my father when I was a child.Then it was her turn, and she sang me the same song, only in the second part.She said that every move in her life was a challenge to her great father, or at least it was done specially for him to see. "To be honest, Dad didn't seem to have me in his eyes until after my brother passed away." We are like two actors who have performed a version of "Hamlet" and are analyzing their own performances at this moment.To my surprise, Marcie wasn't playing Ophelia.She, like me, played the part of the Prince of Melancholy.I always thought that when women look for the opposite of competition, they always look for their own mothers.But on this issue, she never mentioned her mother once. "Did you have a mother when you were a child?" I asked. "Yes," she said, without a trace of emotion. "Is she still alive?" I asked. She nodded. "She and Dad broke up in 1956. She didn't want me. She married a real estate developer in San Diego." "Have you seen her since?" "She came when I had my wedding." Although there was a slight smile on Marcie's face, I don't believe that she didn't have any lumps in her heart. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked." "I'll tell you anyway if you don't ask," she said. "Now it's your turn." "Say what?" "What bad things have you done in the past, tell me quickly." I thought about it, and confessed to her: "I used to be a hockey player, and it was brutal." "Really?" Marcie's eyes lit up. "Uh-huh." "I'll hear the details, Oliver." She really wants to hear it.I talked for half an hour, but she kept pestering me, asking me to tell stories about the hockey rink. At this time, I covered her mouth lightly with my hand. "Talk about it tomorrow, Marcy," I said. When I paid the bill, she said, "Hey, Oliver, I've never had such a good meal." But I always thought she wasn't referring to the macaroni or the "fired" ice cream . Then we walked hand in hand all the way back to "Uncle Abner's Cabin". So we lit a fire. So under the mutual consideration, both parties who were timid before were not so timid. It was late at night, and the unnatural psychology was greatly relieved, so the merits and virtues were completed. We also hugged each other and fell asleep. Marcy didn't wake up until dawn.I've already slipped out, and I'm sitting by the lake watching the sunrise.Marcie, with her coat on and her hair fluffed up, came to sit next to me, keeping her voice low even though no one was around. "Aren't you happy?" "Very well," I replied hastily, reaching out and grabbing her hand.But I also know that my eyes and tone reveal a trace of sadness. "You feel a little... uneasy, don't you, Oliver?" I nodded, indicating that it was a little bit. "Because you remembered... Jenny, didn't you?" "No," I said, looking up over the lake. "It's because I just didn't think of her." Let's not talk any further, and we'll get up and turn back, so we can go to Howard Johnson's and have a good breakfast.