Chapter 451: Old Money (1)
Although Roland has lived in the United States for nearly 12 years and has a wealth that puts him at the top of the pyramid, New York, the world's largest city, is still very foreign to him.
He has never bought real estate here, nor has he registered a company here, and he will not even come here on his own initiative except for work, which is why what kind of life does the rich people who live here enjoy?
He didn't know at all.
What do those billion-year-old wealthy families use to decorate their faΓ§ade?
This is even more unclear to him.
However, having visited Ronald Perelman's Manhattan estate, he was mentally prepared for money to pave the way, after all, the bald mansion overlooks the whole of New York.
When you look at the city of Manhattan and gaze at the ants who are busy running for life, the mood of eating breakfast will become even better, and when you find that sitting in the living room, you can also look at New Jersey through the four-meter-high floor-to-ceiling windows, and you can just stretch out your palm to encompass it all, and look down on all beings, which can make people fascinated.
That feeling of being above others can make you unable to extricate yourself.
It will be the top of the mountain, and the majesty of the mountains can arouse your infinite pride.
You can't help but sigh -
"No regrets in this life!"
But when Roland was mentally prepared to ride with Ronald Perelman to Long Island, he found that the family that can be called a consortium is not the same as the realm of the rich.
While the rich are pursuing their own passions, the conglomerates that have enjoyed it all have calmed down.
The 443-acre European-style courtyard in Queens is a true symbol of wealth.
The complex and elegant style of the Victorian era reminded Roland of the Palace of Versailles that he visited when he accompanied his wife on vacation in Europe, the geometric garden, which embodies the beauty of symmetry everywhere, and the pumpkin carriage used for transportation is even more exquisite but impractical, and the most important thing for Roland is that in the process of moving forward, there are undulating and patchwork golf courses on the right side of the road, and on the left hand side, you can overlook the blue sky and blue sea, and the endless coastline.
Forests, seas, hills, fields......
When all these disparate elements come together, you really can enjoy it all in one place.
And when everything is gathered in New York, a place where every inch of land is at a premium......
Those high-rise mansions worth hundreds of millions of dollars have become pigeon cages in an instant.
Intoxicated?
Pride?
No kidding!
When you are crowded in the busy city, absorbing the excess car exhaust for that little bit of pitiful passion, and savoring the crowd of the glitzy world, the consortium families in the same place are enjoying life.
You may be thrilled by the increase in wealth, but what about the real consortium?
They simply don't understand why you, the guy who has created a huge benefit for them but can only get a certain amount of return, are so happy? Obviously it's just a migrant worker with a higher net worth, how much difference is there compared to other ants?
No way, who makes this world never lack people to work?
And when power and profit are highly concentrated, there is no shortage of talents.
Because they want the platform, because they need to show.
When they are eager to succeed, 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, who had 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: "At that time, it cost more than 11 million yuan to build it, but if you calculate it according to the current proportion, it will be at least 100 million."
Of course, this does not include the value of the land and other add-ons, it is just the cost of building it up from scratch, and if it is sold......
The Goldman family could not have sold. β
This answer made Roland grin, "You know what's going on in my head? β
"Of course I do!" The dead bald head shrugged his shoulders happily, looked around, and said: "Because all the guys who come here have actually asked the same question, and I am the same, of course, this is not that we do not have enough vision, let alone 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 overcome through the accumulation of wealth, because the reason for the gap is the precipitation of time.
It's true that you say that the guys who live here have a lot of wealth in their hands, but ......
More often than not, this kind of place symbolizes inheritance.
The wealth accumulated by generation after generation will not gradually decrease with the passage of time, but will continue to grow at a certain speed, and this kind of maintenance and operation is their way of survival, and it is also the real reason for all the guys who come here. β
'Roar! β
Roland cast a surprised look at the bald head, "I think you can be a philosophy teacher!"
This is a set of truths!
The rich who have the opportunity to visit here do not envy the wealth of these families, but their heritage?
This theory is really profound! β
Yes! Roland thinks what the dead bald head said makes sense!
Why do people want to make money in the first place?
Don't you just want to make your life better?
And what about after the good?
Don't you just want your children and grandchildren not to suffer?
But people live for a hundred years, they can't control everything, and the younger generations choose, who can decide in advance?
In this case, how to keep the wealth accumulated by themselves from being ruined by unscrupulous descendants is what these guys should think about, and the family that can withstand the test of time can be regarded as a real cow beep!
Thinking about it like this, Roland suddenly felt, "My generation is the most tired, right?" β
If you were someone else, of course, you wouldn't understand Roland's endless question, but for Ronald Perelman, the rich second generation or the third generation, the ambition of the little friend around him is obvious.
However, instead of answering the question head-on, he crossed his hands and asked with a wicked smile, "Are you really only in your twenties?" I have the impression that a twenty-year-old guy doesn't even think about it. β
Such a rhetorical question made Roland shake his head.
He didn't want to dwell too much on issues that seemed meaningless but actually meaningful.
Because there are many things that can never be said.
As his silence grew, the castle became more and more magnificent, and as his gaze narrowed in, when the castle's row of windows reflected a bright glass light in the sun's rays, covering the surrounding green lawn with a colorful coat, he also felt that he was walking in the starlight.
And after the car stopped, the white-haired old man who took the initiative to pull the car door made Rolando take a few looks, and the straight suit could not hide the vicissitudes on his face, but the eyes of God betrayed the pride in his heart.
"Welcome, Mr. Allen, long time no see, Mr. Perelman." The old man, who looked like a butler, smiled and nodded at the two of them, and made a gesture to invite them in, "Mrs. Weil and Chairman Paulson have arrived. β
"Okay, let's go right in."
Ronald Perelman gestured at his old acquaintance, and Roland was ......
On the surface, he didn't have any reaction, just took a step and followed the two into the house together, in the process of moving forward, he was even more like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, lingering in the flashy decorations, but in his heart, he was really a little dissatisfied.
'Mrs. Weil and Chairman Paulson? β
This isn't a member of the Guggenheim, Goldman, and Sachs! β
That's right!
At this moment, Roland is a little tasteful!
With a wealth of 30 billion, he can't even see the faces of these old money family members?
This special code is too contemptuous of people, right?
Of course, that's not the point!
What really made him incomprehensible was that those members of the old Qian family didn't come forward, and these two migrant workers who took the initiative to ask him to meet dared to be so perfunctory? Just let the housekeeper take them in?
This, this, this......
It's really a dog's fight!
All along, Roland felt that he had a good temper.
Being able to bend and stretch is his rule of survival.
He never cared what other people thought of him, because these things didn't matter at all compared to real interests.
But now, when his wealth has accumulated to a certain extent, or in other words, after he personally kneaded the behemoth of Sony into persimmons, his perception of the outside world has changed dramatically.
When Henry Rumfeld pits him, he gets angry;
When he is ignored, he is dissatisfied;
This change is not that he has a little more human touch, but that the increase in power and wealth makes him feel that he can enjoy better treatment.
But the problem is that reality has told him again and again that without a better father, he still has to continue to work hard.
No way......
Life is always so cruel.
'Alas......'
Roland sighed silently in his heart.
But when he followed the old butler through the corridor of the castle and into the parlor of the hundred-year-old castle, the two of them who were whispering and talking there surprised him.
Although he did not recognize the identity of the middle-aged woman in the black dress, he did know the bald man who sat next to her and admired the painting with her.
The guy with round-rimmed glasses and tie is the current chairman of Goldman Sachs, the future US Treasury Secretary, and judging by his attitude towards women......
That guy who doesn't have the Guggenheim, doesn't have the surname Goldman, and doesn't have the surname Saxophone, seems to be really an old man?
While Roland was looking at them, the two who heard the noise also raised their heads, and when they found that the guests had arrived, Ben's expressionless face was instantly filled with excited smiles.
Not only that, but the middle-aged woman who put down the picture scroll also took the initiative to say hello to them.
"Oh~Roland~You're finally here~"
"Hi ~ Ronald ~ We haven't seen each other in over a year?"
At the same time that the middle-aged woman got up to greet her, the unstoppable chairman of Goldman Sachs in the outside world was half a step behind, although the action was not obvious, but it was precisely because he was inconspicuous that it could prove that the woman in front of him was the boss.
And if that's all there is, then forget it, when the four of them intersected, Roland was about to reach out and shake the middle-aged lady gently, and when he was courteous, the dead bald head who was with him took another half step back, and preemptively introduced-
"Roland, this is Mrs. Vail, Carol Vail."
βWhatοΌ β
This situation surprised Roland.
If he was still dissatisfied with the behavior of these people not going out to greet him, then now, he has doubts about the identity of these guys, is this middle-aged woman really a very bullish guy? Is it necessary to show favor like this?
Introduce her alone?
Just forgot about the chairman of Goldman Sachs around him?
Hold the grass!
That's a bit excessive!
What's even more excessive is ......
Just by hearing a name, he can't recognize each other!
But just when Roland instinctively stretched out his hand and wanted to touch her as if he was going through a program, this guy named Carol Weil smiled and helped him out, "Oh! Ronald! Did you introduce someone like that?
I'm not a big star like Roland, how can he recognize me just by saying my name? β
Although Carol Weil's voice was very flat and had no meaning of reproach, when Ronald Perelman heard these words similar to reprimand, he immediately smiled and nodded, and took the initiative to take the pot, "Oh, madam, this is indeed my problem." β
"That's your problem, of course." Carol Weir raised her eyebrows, seemingly very fond of the attitude of the dead bald head.
The singing and harmony between them also made Roland frown slightly.
Because after doing this, he didn't know the details of this middle-aged woman.
And just as he was wondering what the hell was going on with this guy who looked smaller than Ronald Perelman and smaller than Henry Paulson, the middle-aged woman who was holding his hand took her eyes off Ronald Perelman and landed on Roland impolitely.
Not only that, but the undisguised looking up and down made Roland feel a little strange, but just as he wanted to withdraw his arm, this mysterious guy suddenly laughed, and his bright red lips hooked a subtle arc, making the right cheek with traces of age squeeze out a dimple.
"Roland?" A middle-aged woman in her forties smiled and bared her teeth.
"yes, ma'am." Roland nodded, speechless, "This should be the first time we've met, right?" β
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 not the first time we've met. β
βWhatοΌ β
This answer made Roland wonder a little, "So, where have we met before?" β
Because the other party's behavior was so strange, Roland didn't care so much, and while saying that there might be problems with his memory, he also turned his head to look at Ronald Perelman beside him.
It's a pity that the dead bald head didn't give him an answer.
Thankfully, the guy they called Madame didn't continue to play dumb riddles with him.
"yes, we've seen it before." Carol Weil admits with a laugh.
"Where?" Roland doesn't pretend.
"On the screen." Carol Weil said seriously: "Titanic." β
'Hold the grass! What the hell is this? β
When Roland found out that the encounter that Carol Weil was talking about was watching a movie in the theater, he was not good!
At a certain moment, he even suspected that the guy in front of him, who was suspected of being an old man, was looking for his own happiness!
'We've seen before?' β
'Where have you seen it?' β
'In the cinema! β
βοΌοΌοΌ β
If this kind of meeting is also a meeting, then wouldn't he sleep with a photo of a girl, and that can be called us sleeping?
In that case, let alone seven times a night, even if it is seventy, seven hundred, seven thousand times, it is no problem!
The point is β
If that's all the sleep!
Isn't Shinheng Yui really my wife?
This Nima is outrageous!
'This guy's brain is absolutely broken!' β
Roland suddenly felt that this kind of meal-style negotiation might not be as efficient as it was negotiated in the company.
But just as he turned his brain and wanted to find a joke to praise the other party, Carol Weil, who had already seen that he didn't believe it, laughed, shook his head and said, "You think I'm joking?" OhοΌ I'm serious!
To introduce myself, I'm Carol Weil, full name Carol Seligman Guggenheim Weil. β
'Hold the grass! β
As soon as this name came out, Roland suddenly felt that he had gone crazy before.
Because the guy in front of me who changed his name and surname is from Seligman and Guggenheim!
If that's the case, they can really see themselves through "Titanic"!