Summer in New York is breezy and hot.

As soon as Hall stepped off the plane, he didn't have time to feel the climate on the other side of the Atlantic, so he led Luca and lawyer Benjamin and hurried to the Tribeca district.

Today's Tribeca is far from the temperament of the top wealthy area of a few decades later, as an industrial area that has been abandoned for many years, and the streets are inhabited by a large number of black buddies and low-level whites.

The hotel's luxury limousine stopped in front of an old apartment building, attracting passers-by.

An obese black aunt and a mixed-race boy about ten years old walked closer, looked into the car through the front windshield, and waved to get out of the car.

Lukka looked back at the back seat, and Benjamin preemptively spoke, "I'll go down and negotiate somewhere else."

"Since you're here, let's talk here." Hall was expressionless, pushed the car door and got out of the car.

"Hey, lawyer Benjamin, long time no see." The black aunt greeted coldly, "Are you Mr. Hall?"

"You're Grant's wife?"

"Yes, it's me, let's go upstairs first...... We didn't deliberately call people to watch, it's your car that is too conspicuous, there are few luxury cars passing by here a year, and you big people really pay attention to pomp...... But that's okay, the poor guys here don't pay attention to an English nobleman, they don't recognize you......

The black aunt was like singing rap, her voice was thick and she was muttering very quickly.

Hall and the group followed her, bypassing the pungent smell of garbage heaps and drunks sleeping in the hallways to the top floor of the apartment building.

"I'm sorry, big shot. I wanted to ask you to meet at a high-end restaurant, but you came a little suddenly. You know, high-end restaurants always have to be booked in advance......" A middle-aged white man with a beard and tattooed arms greeted him in the living room.

"Don't Farker bragging! Let's talk, there will be people coming to see the house in a while, and if you want to get that classic car your age back from the repair shop, don't delay me!" The black aunt was very strong, and she slammed the door with the child Peng and turned to leave.

The middle-aged white man shrugged, "Don't care, she's late, uh...... What do you mean by that word, menopause?"

"With all due respect, your wife is right, let's save time and get started." Benjamin bowed slightly to the two suit-clad lawyers standing beside him.

"Don't do that, lawyer Benjamin, we're old acquaintances...... Okay okay, I mean, negotiation is between you lawyers. I want to talk to my brother who I met for the first time." Grant pouted.

"I'm here to solve some embarrassing problems, please don't embarrass me more." Hall walked over to the table that served as the negotiating table and sat down.

The raunchy middle-aged man in front of him is the son of his scumbag father who has never met in his life, and his biological half-brother.

The scumbag's father died of cancer a few years ago, leaving behind this apartment in the Tribeca area and a little cash inheritance.

When the lawyer executed the will, he approached Ms. Helena and said that Hall had a copy of the estate.

The mother and son have no good feelings for the dead ghost scumbag, so they naturally don't want any shitty inheritance, but Grant learns that his half-brother is far away in England, and he is also a rich nobleman.

Originally, it was nothing, until the political game some time ago, Chaplin contacted Grant and instructed him to jump out and attack the image of the Hall family. But before he could make a move, Baron Alcott disrupted everyone's rhythm and ended roughly.

Later, Grant was inspired by this to find Helena and ask for money, and published a book biography without giving money, telling the identity of the illegitimate son of a genius member of parliament in England.

So we have today's negotiations.

"2 million dollars, this is just a small amount of money for you, enough for me to maintain a decent and live a little bottom." Grant said shamelessly.

Hall looked at him, "Is this the amount you negotiated with your lawyer?"

"Yep, I know how much of an impact I can do to your image, and I know that Chaplin died in a car accident...... So I let you know before I decided to sign a contract with the publisher

Your mother. It's not a threat of blackmail, it's just a difficult choice for a poor person when faced with the lure of money." Grant's tone was low.

Benjamin frowned, "How can you promise that you won't be overwhelmed in the future and always keep your mouth shut?"

"If you don't feel at ease, we can sign another long-term contract, such as giving me $200,000 a year, and if I talk nonsense, you won't give me money."

Grant blinked his eyes ignorant and excited, and said his true purpose, "This is estimated by the lawyer, Mr. Hall is now very famous, and the future is promising, and my long-term income from writing a book plus radio and media...... You can earn as little as that every year!"

"Actually, I don't care what you do to me, I just don't want my mom to be upset." Hall smiled sarcastically, "I'm willing to pay a small amount of money in exchange for decency, if you can really keep your promise."

"Of course! Of course! There's no reason for me to be stupid enough not to take the money, right, you're a businessman, you know that you have to do things in your own right." Grant unconsciously raised his voice.

Hall stood up: "Then let's do it first, go back and draw up the contract, I will give you 200,000 a year." , and then walked out, thinking of something, he half-turned his body and stared at him and added, "By the way, Chaplin died from a submachine gun, not a car accident."

「…… Our father, buried in the countryside of New Orleans, are you going to see it?" Grant replied.

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"So Larry made at least $20 million in deals with the help of this exhibition?" On the way back to the hotel from Tribeca, Hall asked, flipping through a stack of papers.

Luca drove with a serious expression: "We can only roughly count Western Europe and North America, in fact, I guess he wants to develop a business in Northern Europe, we need to investigate more deeply."

"Relax, he's not our horse, and he needs to show the least respect to his partner." The corners of Hall's mouth curled slightly, "Has he returned to New York?"

「…… No, he's temporarily going to Paris to take care of an agency business, and he'll be back tomorrow." Lukka stopped talking, but finally only sighed in his heart.

The business he calls is not the normal buying and selling of art, but some unspeakable under-the-table transactions, such as serving wealthy clients from red woolly bears to transfer assets around the world. This kind of is not very harmful, and the United States and Europe as a whole have been working hard for so many years to make the woolly bear rot and disintegrate.

But he thought it necessary to put a chain around the neck of the audacious art dealer, but his own petty boss did not care.

"Let him come to me tomorrow. Now that you have reaped the benefits, you have to work." Hall threw down the information.

Benjamin sighed, "Are you sure you want to do this, he is related to you after all."

"Lawyer Benjamin, I heard my mother say, you have a degree in philosophy? Can a person's soul be separated from the body into two people?"