"Mr. Bogle?"

Carter was a little surprised when he raised his head and saw the person.

This old man... uncle, he was not in a good state when we met yesterday, and Carter also noticed that his interest was still very low when it came to Julian's invitation yesterday. But today... not only was he the first to arrive

, with a faint smile on his face...

"Good evening! Judging from your expression tonight, it seems that the problem that bothered you has been solved?"

"Hahaha, you are interested! Unfortunately, not yet, but there has been some progress. Thank you for your concern, shouldn't you shake my hand first?"

Bogle chuckled and winked at Carter with some taunting. Obviously, Bogle saw Carter's awkwardness in greeting him, and he didn't show any concern when he didn't see Julian.

Would you mind giving me some advice on this newbie?

"Ah, sorry! This is my problem, and I apologize for my indifference!"

Many people know the theoretical details of the handshake ceremony. For example, who should reach out first, who should reach out first, who should reach out first, whether a woman reaches out first before a man, etc. Carter also knows that as the host of the banquet, he should be the first to

The guest extends his right hand.

I just know it, but I have very few experiences in serious occasions like this. Coupled with Carter's age, in most cases, he has always been the one who shakes hands passively. At this time, the polarity suddenly reversed...

We are still at the stage where our brain understands it but our body does not.

"You're welcome, we all have our youth. I think when I first hosted a banquet with Mr. Walter Morgan, my performance was not as good as yours, and I had already graduated from college at that time."

After taking Carter's extended right hand and shaking it, Bogle looked at Carter with a kind face as he hurriedly stuffed the guest list back into his pocket.

"Besides, I arrived early today, so I am rude. We are even, hahaha!"

Faced with Bogle's attempts to smooth things over, Carter was at a loss for words. He could only respond with a smile.

"By the way, when I heard Julian say you were his largest investor yesterday, I have been curious about your specific age. Can you please satisfy my curiosity?"

"Of course it's convenient, it's nothing shameful. I'm 17 now, and I'll be 18 in half a year!"

"Wow, you kind of scare me, kid! So you're still a high school student now?"

The surprise on Bogle's face didn't seem to be fake, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"I always thought that my achievements when I was young were already leading the way, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

"Haha, Mr. Bogle is exaggerating! I heard Julie introduce you yesterday. Just your status as a top student at Princeton makes me envious! To be honest, I am currently studying for admission to an Ivy League school.

I’m worried!”

The more formal the dinner, the more utilitarian it is. Bogle's changes before and after, as well as his enthusiastic conversation with him, although it was not obvious, Carter still felt that he seemed to have some thoughts about her in some aspects.

Again, Carter doesn't resent others taking advantage of him. Isn't the so-called favor in society, in the final analysis, just taking advantage of each other?

Therefore, when he knew that Bogle seemed to be relatively depressed now, Carter couldn't help but think about his identity as a Princeton graduate...

As mentioned before, admissions to Ivy League schools actually attaches great importance to the background of students. If your family or your upbringing can be related to Ivy League schools, this will greatly increase the success rate when applying.

I just think about the person I know now, Julian, who graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill...I can't even call it a pheasant. After all, it's too much to call it a pheasant for a school known as a public Ivy. But this public Ivy is obviously not the same as a pheasant.

Real old Ivy League schools have nothing to do with each other...

The two mayors of Georgia both graduated from Georgia Tech. This school is not bad, but it still depends on who you compare with... so you can pass it.

Next is Peter Lynch. This guy seems to be easy to talk to, but if I remember correctly, when we met last year, he said that he graduated from Boston College, and he is another person who has nothing to do with Ivy League schools.

As for George Soros, pass! pass! This guy was not born in the United States at all, and his educational experience is not in the United States, let alone expect it.

After thinking about it, Carter suddenly realized that the little old man in front of him seemed to be the first living graduate of an Ivy League school that he had seen. And the name of Princeton University was also extremely resounding!

Ever since, Carter started to have thoughts about this person. After all, the quality of recommendation letters is not enough, so I have to make up for it with quantity!

"No way? You..."

"Hahaha, my parents didn't even go to college. So it's not easy for me to go to an Ivy League school!"

Seeing the shocked look on the little old man Bogle's face, Carter couldn't understand what he was thinking.

It's just that he has squandered millions of funds at a young age. He is obviously a second-generation son with a strong family background. Whether it is his parents' donations or his educational background, he can easily enter the Ivy League school.

Study and don't have to worry about it at all.

"I see, but even so, Ivy League school shouldn't be difficult for you, right? You don't look like a person with insufficient IQ. I think the SAT test will not be difficult for you!"

"What sat? Hey, Carter, long time no see! Why have you become handsome again? Oh, you change like this every year, how can I still be around in the future?!"

Just as Carter was thinking about how to establish friendship with this little old man so as to get a recommendation letter, another figure appeared at the door. After taking off his coat and handing it to the waiter, he walked towards Carter with a smile on his face.

"Jim, don't talk nonsense. A man is thirty-one flowers, and you are at the age of a flower!"

With Bogle's lesson learned, this time Carter quickly extended his right hand to the visitor. While shaking hands, he gave a brief hug. After all, Jim Rogers, the two of them are still friends, but Carter is not a donkey.

It's just too serious...

"Thank you for the gift you gave me last year. I liked it very much! Come on, please let me introduce you to Mr. John Bogle!"

"Haha, as long as you like it! Mr. Bogle? The one from Wellington? I have admired his name for a long time, but I have never had the chance to meet him. I didn't expect to meet him today!"

"Wellington is already a thing of the past. I would rather hear the title 'Pioneer Bogle' than Wellington. Nice to meet you, Mr. Rogers. Your name is also very familiar to me!"

"Hahaha, good evening, Mr. Bogle from Pioneer! By the way, what were you talking about just now? Can you let me join in? I seem to hear SAT, is it the academic proficiency test?"

After the two shook hands and greeted each other, Rogers brought up the previous conversation again in order to successfully join the chat group...

"Yes, that's it! Carter, please forgive me for calling you that..."

"It doesn't matter, Carter is very good, my friends all call me that!"

"Haha, okay. Mr. Rogers, Carter and I were just talking about college. Carter will take the SAT test and apply for college next year..."
Chapter completed!