Once Upon a Time In Hollywood

   Chapter 430 Oldmoney (1)

  Although Roland has lived in the United States for nearly twelve years, and the wealth in his hands can make him one percent of the top of the pyramid, New York, the largest city in the world, is still very unfamiliar to him.

  He has never bought real estate here, let alone registered a company here, and he will not even come here on his own initiative except for work. Because of this, what kind of life do the rich people living here enjoy?

  He didn't understand at all.

  How do those wealthy families who have been passed down for hundreds of years decorate their facades?

  He is even more unclear about this.

  However, having visited Ronald Perelman's real estate in Manhattan, he was mentally prepared for the money to pave the way. After all, the mansion with the dead bald head can overlook the entire New York.

When you look at the city of Manhattan and stare at the ants who are busy in order to live, the mood of eating breakfast will become more beautiful, and when you find out, sitting in the living room, you can still look into the distance through the four-meter-high floor-to-ceiling windows New Jersey, after stretching out the palm of your hand and being able to cover it all, the pleasure of looking down on all living beings is even more fascinating.

  The feeling of being above all beings can make you unable to extricate yourself.

  You will be at the top of the mountain, and a glance at the majesty of the mountains will arouse your infinite pride.

  You can’t help feeling—

   "No regrets in this life!"

But after Roland was fully prepared to drive to Long Island with Ronald Perelman, he entered the Goldman family site before he realized that the family that can be called a consortium and the realm of the rich, That's not the same at all.

  When the rich are pursuing their own passion, the consortium that has already enjoyed all that has already returned to peace.

  Build a European-style courtyard covering an area of ​​443 acres in Queens, and that special yard is the real symbol of wealth.

The complex and elegant style of the Victorian era reminded Roland of the Palace of Versailles that he had visited with his wife when he was on vacation in Europe. The geometric gardens reflected the beauty of symmetry everywhere, and the pumpkin carriage used for transportation was even more exquisite. Not practical, and what makes Roland shake his head the most is that during the journey, there is a golf course with ups and downs on the right hand side of the road. coastline.

  Forests, seas, hills, fields…

  When these disparate elements all come together, you really do have it all in one place.

  And when everything is gathered in New York, a place where every inch of land is expensive...

  Those high-rise mansions worth hundreds of millions became pigeon cages in an instant.

  Enchanted?

  Excellent pride?

Do not make jokes!

  When you are crowded in the busy city, absorbing excessive car exhaust for that little passion, and tasting the crowd brought by the glitzy world, the consortium family in the same place is enjoying life.

   You may be thrilled with increased wealth, but what about the real syndicate?

  They simply don't understand why you, a guy who has created huge benefits for them but can only get a certain amount of return, are so happy? It's obviously just a worker with a higher net worth, but how different is it from other ants?

   No way, who made this world never lack people who work?

  And when power and profit are highly concentrated, there is no shortage of such things as talents.

  Because they want the platform, because they need the presence.

  When they are eager for success, the consortium that can give them a symbol of success has actually won...

   "When was this castle built?"

  Looking at the house full of traces of time, Roland with his hands in his pockets felt a little emotional.

   "At the beginning of the twentieth century, in the 1900s."

Ronald Perelman, who understood what he was thinking, replied with a smile: "When it was built, it cost more than 11 million yuan, but if it is calculated according to the current ratio, it will cost at least a little. One hundred million.

  Of course, this does not include the value of the land and other additions, it is purely the expenses required to build this place from zero to one, and if it is sold...

   It is impossible for the Goldman family to sell. "

   Such an answer made Roland grin, "Do you know what's going on in my mind?"

"Of course I know!" The dead bald shrugged cheerfully, looked around, and said, "Because all the guys who came here have actually asked the same question, and I did the same. Of course, it's not that we don't have enough vision. It's not that we are envious, but the gap between one generation and several generations, the gap between new money and old money.

   This gap cannot be bridged through the accumulation of wealth, because the reason for the gap is the precipitation of time.

   You're right that the guys who live here hold a lot of money, but...

  More often, this kind of place actually symbolizes inheritance.

The wealth accumulated by generations of people will not gradually decrease with the passage of time, but will continue to grow at a certain speed. This kind of maintenance and operation is their way of survival, and it is also the feeling of all the guys who come here. the real cause. "

  'Yo Hou! '

   Roland cast a surprised look at the dead bald head, "I think you can become a philosophy teacher!

  This principle is said in a set!

  The rich people who have the opportunity to visit here will not envy the wealth of these families, but envy their inheritance?

  This theory is really deep! "

Yes! Roland felt that what the dead bald man said was quite reasonable!

  Why do people want to make money in the first place?

   Don’t you just want to make your life better?

   And after the good?

   Don’t you just want to keep your children and grandchildren from suffering!

  Humans can live a hundred years and cannot control everything. Who can decide in advance if the younger generation chooses?

  Under such circumstances, how to prevent their accumulated wealth from being ruined by unworthy descendants is what these guys should think about, and the family that can stand the test of time is the real bull!

  Thinking about it, Roland suddenly felt, "My generation is the most tired one, right?"

If it were someone else, of course they would not be able to understand Roland's endless questions, but for Ronald Perelman, the rich second generation or the rich third generation, the ambition of the kid next to him , clearly revealed.

However, he did not answer this question directly, but asked with his arms folded and a smirk on his face: "Are you really only in your twenties? In my impression, a twenty-year-old guy would never to think about it."

   Such a rhetorical question made Roland shake his head.

  He didn't want to get too entangled in this seemingly meaningless but actually meaningful issue.

  Because there are many things that can never be said.

With his silence, the approaching castle gradually became magnificent. Due to the narrowing of the line of sight, when the row of windows of the castle is illuminated by the sun, it reflects the bright glass-like light, giving the surrounding green space When the lawn was covered with a layer of colorful coats, he also felt that he was walking among the stars while driving.

And when the car came to a complete stop, Roland took a few glances at the white-haired old man who took the initiative to open the car door. His formal attire could not hide the vicissitudes on his face, but his divine eyes betrayed his heart proud of.

"Welcome, Mr. Allen, long time no see, Mr. Perelman." The old man who looked like the butler smiled and nodded at the two, making a gesture of inviting in, "Ms. Weir and Chairman Paulson It's here."

   "Okay, then let's go straight in."

   Ronald Perelman nodded to his old acquaintance, and Roland...

On the surface, he didn't react at all, he just took a step and entered the house with the two of them. In the process of walking, he was like grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, lingering on the flashy decorations, but in his heart, there was Really dissatisfied.

  ‘Mrs. Weil and Chairman Paulson? '

  'It sounds like you are not a member of the three major families of Guggenheim, Goldman, and Sachs! '

   That's right!

  At this moment, Roland has a taste!

  With a wealth of 30 billion yuan, he can't even see the face of these old money family members?

  This special code is too contemptuous, right?

   Of course, this is not the point!

  What really puzzled him was that it was fine for those members of the Laoqian family not to show up, but how dare these two workers who offered to meet him dare to be so perfunctory? Just let the housekeeper take them in?

   This, this, this...

   This is really bullshit!

   All along, Roland felt that his temper was pretty good.

   Being able to bend and stretch is his survival rule.

  He never cared what others think of him, because compared with the real benefits, these things are not important at all.

   But now, when his wealth has accumulated to a certain level, or in other words, after he personally squeezed the giant Sony into a persimmon, his view of the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes.

  He gets angry when Henry Rumfield cheats on him;

  When he is ignored, he will be dissatisfied;

   This change is not because he is a little more humane, but because the increase in power and wealth makes him feel that he can enjoy better treatment.

   But the problem is that reality tells him time and time again that without a better father, he still has to work hard.

no way…

  Life is always so cruel.

'well…'

   Roland sighed silently in his heart.

   But when he followed the old butler through the castle corridor and entered the drawing room of this century-old castle, the two who were whispering there took him a little by surprise.

  Although he didn't recognize the identity of the middle-aged woman in the black dress, he did recognize the bald man sitting beside her and admiring the painting with her.

   That guy with round glasses and a tie is the current chairman of Goldman Sachs and the future Secretary of the Treasury, and judging by his attitude towards women...

   That guy whose surname is neither Guggenheim, nor Goldman, nor Sachs, seems to be really old money?

  While Roland was watching them, the two who heard the noise also raised their heads. When they realized that the guests had arrived, their expressionless faces were instantly filled with excited smiles.

   Not only that, the middle-aged woman who put down the scroll also greeted them proactively.

   "Oh~ Roland~ you are finally here~"

   "Hi~Ronald~ We haven't seen each other in over a year?"

While the middle-aged woman got up to greet her, the arrogant chairman of Goldman Sachs from the outside world was half a step behind. It's Boss.

And if that's all, that's fine. When the four of them met, Roland was about to reach out and give the middle-aged lady a light handshake. When he was done with courtesy, the dead bald man who was by his side took half a step back and introduced him first. road-

   "Roland, this is Mrs. Weir, Carol Weir."

  ‘What? '

   Such a situation made Roland extremely surprised.

  If he was still dissatisfied with these people's behavior of not going out to greet them before, then now he has doubts about the identities of these guys. Is this middle-aged woman really a very awesome guy? Is it necessary to make such a gesture?

   During the introduction, only introduce her alone?

   Just forget the chairman of Goldman Sachs around him?

   Grab the grass!

  This is really too much!

   What's more...

   He can't recognize each other just by hearing a name!

But when Roland instinctively stretched out his hand and wanted to touch her as if following a procedure, this guy named Carol Weir smiled and helped him out, "Oh! Ronald! You introduced me like this human?

  I'm not a big star like Roland, how can he recognize me if you just say my name? "

Although Carol Weir's voice was very calm and did not mean to blame, but when Ronald Perelman heard the words that were similar to reprimands, he immediately nodded with a smile and took the initiative to take the blame. "Oh ma'am, that's really my problem."

   "Of course this is your problem." Carol Weir raised his eyebrows, seeming to like the attitude of the dead bald head very much.

  The chorus between them also made Roland frown slightly.

  Because after doing this, he no longer knew the details of this middle-aged woman.

And when he was wondering what the origin of this guy who looked younger than Ronald Perelman and Henry Paulson was, the middle-aged woman who held his hand and didn't let go He moved his gaze away from Ronald Perelman, and impolitely landed on Roland.

Not only that, the undisguised looking up and down made Roland feel a little strange, but just when he was about to retract his arm, this mysterious guy suddenly laughed, and his bright red lips evoked a subtle smile. The curvature made a dimple squeeze out of the right cheek with the traces of time.

   "Roland?" A middle-aged woman in her forties smiled and showed white teeth.

   "Yeah, ma'am." Roland nodded, looking for words, "Is this the first time we've met?"

  As soon as these words came out, how could the other party not know what Roland meant?

  While letting go, she replied with a smile: "Yes, we met for the first time, but...

   It’s actually not the first time we’ve met. "

  ‘What? '

   This kind of answer made Roland a little puzzled, "So, where have we met before?"

  Because the other party's behavior was so strange, Roland didn't care too much. While expressing that there might be a problem with his memory, he also turned his head and glanced at Ronald Perelman beside him.

  Unfortunately, Dead Bald didn't give him an answer.

   Fortunately, the guy they called his wife did not continue to play charades with him.

   "Yes, we've met before." Carol Weir admitted with a smile.

   "Where?" Roland stopped pretending.

   "On the screen." Carol Weir said solemnly: ""Titanic"."

  'Hold the grass! What the **** is this? '

  When Roland found out that the encounter Carol Weil mentioned was watching a movie in a theater, he was in a bad mood!

   At a certain moment, he even suspected that the guy in front of him, who seemed to be an old man, was trying to make fun of himself!

  ‘Have we met before? '

  ‘Where have you seen it? '

  'In the cinema! '

  ‘? ? ? '

  If this kind of meeting is also considered a meeting, then wouldn't he sleep with a picture of a girl in his arms, so we can call it that we have slept?

  In that case, let alone seven times a night, even seventy times, seven hundred times, seven thousand times will be fine!

  The point is—

  If this counts as sleeping!

  Then Xinheng Yui is really my wife?

  This **** is outrageous!

  ‘This guy’s brain is absolutely broken! '

  Roland suddenly felt that this kind of meal-style negotiation might not be as effective as it was in a serious company negotiation.

But just when he turned his head and wanted to find a joke to praise the other party, Carol Weir, who had already seen that he didn't believe it, laughed and shook his head: "You think I'm joking? Oh! I'm serious of!

   Let me introduce myself, I am Carol Weil, full name Carol Seligman-Guggenheim Weil. "

  'Hold the grass! '

  As soon as the name came out, Roland suddenly felt that he was crazy.

  Because the guy who changed his name and surname in front of him is from Seligman and Guggenheim!

   If so, they could actually see themselves in Titanic!

   Note: ①Carol Weir is a real person, born in 1959, and is currently the backbone of the Guggenheim family. ②Actually, many old money families have not disappeared, but their surnames have changed. If for normal families, this change is regarded as a break, then for the Jewish people, this does not actually have a big impact, because Strictly speaking, according to the definition of the Jewish law "Halaka", all people who convert to Judaism (religious meaning) and people born of Jewish mothers (national meaning) are Jews. So surnames are really deceiving, because Western women are likely to change their surnames when they get married, and as long as they change their surnames, even if she is still a member of the clan, when the outside world publicizes, those surnames in the middle will naturally be hidden. And this is actually another kind of hiding in the city.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)