Chapter 205: The Recommendation Letter for Yale

"Really? Carter, do you have any goals? And how are your grades now?"

"They're currently alright, but I can't guarantee that I'll maintain them steadily next year. I've been too busy in the past six months. After the new regulations were introduced, there were a lot of troubles on my family's bank side, and I barely had any time to focus on my studies."

In stark contrast to Jim Rogers's enthusiastic face, Carter wore a bitter smile.

If it weren't for worrying that he wouldn't have many opportunities to study diligently in the coming year, he wouldn't bother trying to find ways, pull strings, or use back doors!

"Sigh, I understand. But I believe in your abilities. If worst comes to worst, I'll write you a recommendation letter next year. You should try applying to Yale University!"

Patting Carter on the shoulder, Rogers had the expression of "Brother, go for it, I'll always be there for you." But this statement... Yale?!

Yale University's prestige is not inferior to Princeton's at all! Perhaps Rogers's personal fortune of over 14 million dollars would make him successful anywhere. But relying solely on this wealth and social status to knock on the doors of a top-tier institution like Yale seemed a bit insufficient, didn't it?

"What's with that look? Why do I feel like you're looking down on me a bit? I know you made quite a bit from investing in gold, you're probably wealthier than me now, but I'm still a Yale alum. Isn't that worth something in my recommendation letter?"

Carter's skeptical eyes made Jim Rogers's hair stand on end. Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind: Is having money that great?!

Concerned about his intellectual dignity, Rogers had to speak up. But once these words were out, Carter was surprised, and so was Boger.

Carter was surprised that this seemingly inconspicuous street hoodlum, who loved to wander around, was actually a Yale graduate, known for producing legal elites.

This difference in style was too much, wasn't it?!

Shouldn't Yale graduates be the type that...

Carter's gaze turned towards the door.

George Soros has arrived!

Compared to the smiling Rogers, Soros wasn't smiling. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and even after entering the reception room, he didn't take off his coat and hand it to the waiter. His suit seemed to wrap around him tightly like a knight's armor, a sharp contrast to Rogers, who seemed to burn his hands just wearing a shirt as he wandered around.

Shouldn't a Yale graduate look more like Soros?

Seeing Julian greeting Soros, Carter just glanced over there and withdrew his gaze. Jim did the same, but his expression was somewhat complicated, and his previous cheerfulness had diminished.

"If you don't mind, I could also provide a Princeton recommendation letter. But I suppose my letter won't carry as much weight as Mr. Rogers's. After all, I'm just a failure now."

Understanding Carter's request and uncovering some of Carter's background from the conversation between Rogers and him, Boger no longer hesitated and immediately followed suit.

However, he couldn't help but regret his earlier attempt to negotiate a better deal. Now that Rogers had already promised to provide a recommendation letter for Carter, speaking up at this moment would inevitably put him at a disadvantage.

"How could that be! Princeton is my dream! Thank you so much, Mr. Boger, for your help, really."

What a joke! Princeton, renowned for its mathematics, wouldn't even entertain the thought of accepting him. Not only was the math difficult, but American and European universities also operated on a reverse principle of entry requirements.

Entering Princeton might not be difficult, but getting a degree would be a different story altogether.

Realizing Carter's aspirations and learning some of Carter's details from his conversation with Rogers, Boger immediately seized the opportunity to offer his support.

However, deep down, he couldn't help but feel a bit of regret for trying to bargain earlier. With Rogers already promising to provide a recommendation letter for Carter, speaking up at this moment would put him at a disadvantage.

"What's wrong? Are you thinking about something? Have you memorized all the guests? It's free time now. You can go talk to those you found interesting or valuable during our previous chats, or go find those girls to hang out with. Remember the start time of the banquet, 7:20. Don't rush in then, wait for me, we'll enter last!"

As the fifteen minutes passed and the waiters slowly closed the doors of the reception room, Julian approached Carter and reminded him in a whisper.

"Not thinking much, just curious. I've always heard that there are some models waiting to be chosen outside these kinds of receptions, but I've never seen any, so I was curious."

Nodding in understanding, Carter honestly expressed his curiosity as the last few guests left the entrance.

"Haha, are you mistaking this for Hollywood? If you attend the banquets organized by the Big Eight or those hosted by big directors, you'll definitely see many such people. But here..."

Julian burst into tears of laughter at Carter's words, patted him on the shoulder, and quietly pointed to the people in the room:

"Take a look for yourself. Is there anyone here whose net worth is less than three million? Except for me and these people, do they look like they lack women? Needing women is just a phone call away. Who would stoop so low as to wait at the door of a hotel for those kind of, um, mediocre women? You understand, right?"