Rockefeller Jr. and Eva's first date was in their own home.

It stands to reason that when a man first asks a woman, he sets the location in his own home.

The fool also understood what was going on in the man's head.

In general, a woman will refuse this dangerous offer.

If a woman agrees, either she's stupid, or she'll understand what that means.

Little Rockefeller was young and golden, and there were countless women in New York who were willing to stick upside down.

He still had that little bit of faith.

So, he asked the cook at home to prepare a delicious meal to see if Eva would come as promised.

Night fell.

Little Rockefeller's villa on the Upper East Side is brightly lit.

In the dining room, a tablecloth is laid out on the table, and on the table are four delicate antique copper candlesticks, each with a carved candle burned.

The red camel hair carpet is sprinkled with rose petals.

The air is filled with an intoxicating scent, which, together with the dim light, creates an ambiguous atmosphere.

Little Rockefeller sat at one end of the table, pondering something, but his heart had already flown outside the villa.

After a while, the sound of a car horn sounded at the door.

"Lady Eva is here." The servants came up to report.

He was holding a case of red wine.

"Oh, woman." The corners of Rockefeller Jr.'s mouth curled.

It seems that this woman is still succumbed to the charm in the end.

As for what kind of charm it is, he doesn't care.

Isn't the charm of money the charm?

"Well, after the food is served, you can get off work, remember, no one should come over and disturb us." Little Rockefeller admonished, "By the way, this case is under the table." ”

A bottle of wine is down, and the woman herself will climb into bed.

If one bottle doesn't work, then two.

Little Rockefeller had his own calculations.

"Okay, understood, young master." The servant bowed his head and withdrew.

A few minutes later, Eva appeared at the door of the restaurant.

She wore a purple evening gown today, a small coat over it, and a platinum necklace around her neck.

The sapphire on the necklace is held up by two proud "peaks" and shines in the light of candlelight.

Eva's blonde hair was curled, and the bright red lipstick applied to her plump lips was particularly impressive.

Little Rockefeller was a little distracted for a while.

"What, young master, don't you welcome me?" Eva said in a playful voice.

Little Rockefeller hurriedly stood up, walked to Eva's side, and gentlemanly took off his coat for her.

The woman showed her fair, slender arms.

She walked straight to her seat.

A refreshing and unique fragrance entered the nose of little Rockefeller.

He couldn't help but sniffle his nose.

It's so tempting!

The two sat down facing each other.

"Mr. Rockefeller, are you preparing a candlelit dinner for me?"

Eva looked at the candles on the table and the rose petals on the floor, and smiled with her hands over her mouth.

"A beautiful lady has to be matched with a beautiful arrangement, and the beauty is on the side, no matter how complicated the preparation is." Little Rockefeller said as he straightened his napkin.

"You can really talk, you must have a nimble tongue."

Eva looked at him across the table, her eyes like silk.

Little Rockefeller felt like ants were crawling on his back.

He had reason to suspect that the woman across from him was making a pornography, but he had no evidence.

And, he likes.

The servant walked in with the food, and at the same time took out the bottle of wine that little Astor had given to his young master.

After pouring the wine for the two of them, he saw little Rockefeller waving at him, and he withdrew from the door with great interest.

Eva and little Rockefeller chatted while eating.

The eldest young master began to show off his knowledge in various ways, from heaven to earth, in order to show his erudition.

After learning that Eva had been on Broadway, they talked about ballet, from genre to virtuoso to technique.

Eva smiled and quietly watched the eldest young master pretending.

"John, I'm not dancing ballet."

When Rockefeller Jr.'s words came to an end and he began to eat steak with his head down, Eva said suddenly.

The eldest young master was a little embarrassed for a while, and the knife and fork in his hand paused.

"I'm dancing the dance of my hometown." Eva took a sip of the red wine in her glass and said, "When I first arrived on Broadway, I didn't know anything, and my boss didn't want me. ”

She stood up, took off her shoes, and stepped barefoot on the expensive carpet.

Little Rockefeller suddenly remembered that he had a gramophone in his room.

He walked over to the gramophone to find out if there was any music to play, but the woman's brisk singing voice was already coming from behind him:

Oh, give me a home,

There the cattle walked,

Yamaga antelope plays;

There is no obscuration of the sky and clouds,

Only motivational words.

Eva sang and danced with enthusiasm.

She danced like a jumping elf and a butterfly in flowers.

The purple skirt rises and rotates, and together with the woman's looming smile, it is fascinating.

Little Rockefeller's eyes straightened.

He had never seen a woman like this.

It was as if he saw a purple echinacea blooming, purple petals flying all over the sky, dwarfing the roses that filled the room.

Just as little Rockefeller was stunned, a slender hand grabbed his hand and dragged him into the center of the rose-strewn restaurant.

"Come, together!" Eva smiled.

"I, I won't." Little Rockefeller is cramped like a virgin who is just starting to fall in love.

"Just follow me,"

Two people danced in the dining room, and the rose petals on the floor scattered and fluttered in the wind.

Eva is a very good dance teacher.

Little Rockefeller went from being clumsy at first, to slowly keeping up with the action, until finally freeing himself.

The woman's laughter echoed through the dining room like a silver bell.

Her voice was mixed with the hearty laughter of little Rockefeller.

The servants on standby outside the villa looked at each other.

"How long has it been since the young master has laughed like this?" One servant asked the other.

"I don't know, maybe, since the second young master is gone, I haven't heard it again." The other servant sighed.

After a dance, Eva moved to the edge of the table.

She picked up little Rockefeller's cup, and then swirled along the edge of the table to her side in a kind of dancing footsteps, and picked up her own cup.

Eva handed one of the goblets to little Rockefeller:

"Here, cheers, my young master."

The woman drank the wine from the goblet and stared at the man in front of her, her eyes full of affection.

Little Rockefeller took the glass, drank it in one gulp, and hooked Eva's hand to take her into his arms.

But the woman smiled and dodged.

The two men began a chase around the dining table.

In the end, Eva "accidentally", stumbled under her feet, and fell into the arms of little Rockefeller.

The woman's seductive body fragrance and perfume spilled into little Rockefeller's nose, and the softness and warmth of his arms had made him completely unable to hold on.

"Tell me, what's your real name?" Little Rockefeller kissed him.

Who knows, his lips are pressed against the cold glass.

A red wine glass was separated between the two.

"I'll tell you when I'm done." The woman said.

Little Rockefeller's wine glass was empty again.

When he looked up, he found that the woman was already standing in front of him.

"Eva, sir, my real name is Eva."

The woman picked up the bottle of red wine and poured another glass of wine for little Rockefeller.

She untied the hairstring that tied her hair and tilted her head sideways.

Blonde hair like a waterfall.

Little Rockefeller just wanted to stand up, but the woman grabbed his head and hugged him into his arms.

The eldest young master felt that he couldn't breathe.

"After my brother died, you must be very lonely, right?" Eva stroked his head and said leisurely.

Little Rockefeller didn't struggle at all.

"You, how do you know my brother is dead?"

He lifted his head from the softness of the woman.

A glass of red wine was handed to Rockefeller Jr. again.

"Drink it, wine can make you forget the pain." Eva said.

Wine can indeed make people forget their pain, but it can also arouse people's thoughts.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful.

The two men hugged each other and whispered to each other.

About the past, about the heart.

Little Rockefeller has a younger brother, the two are only one year apart, and they are very similar in appearance and temperament.

Unlike Rockefeller Jr., his younger brother was much more capable.

But his concept is completely different from that of the old Rockefeller.

Whether it's the future of the company, or how it treats unions and workers.

He did not think that the old man's charity was out of his own disciples' own heart, but that he was atoning for his conscience.

After Rockefeller used his own private forces to suppress a trade union strike, the conflict between the two men broke out completely.

After a big quarrel between father and son, they broke up completely.

Rockefeller Jr.'s younger brother was relieved of all positions within the group, depressed, and eventually disappeared on a trip to the West.

Little Rockefeller will never forget his younger brother.

Halfway through the story, he was already teary-eyed, drinking red wine one sip at a time.

One bottle is no longer enough.

The red wine he had prepared for Eva went into the stomach of little Rockefeller.

Finally, after a glass of wine, little Rockefeller collapsed on the table.

Eva stood up.

She walked over to little Rockefeller and nudged him.

There was no movement.

She was a little bolder, and shook the man hard.

The man rolled straight out of his chair and lay flat on the ground.

Blind drunk.

Eva tried to move the man, but found it completely futile.

She crouched down, her hands groping up and down little Rockefeller's body.

Finally, in the man's jacket pocket, Eva felt what she wanted.

The coat of arms of Freemasonry, which belongs exclusively to the Rockefeller family.

On the obverse are rectangular rulers and compasses, and on the reverse there is a small "L".

Eva tucked the badge into her chest.

She glanced at little Rockefeller on the ground and sighed:

"It's not bad, if you drink less, maybe we can continue to do something happier."

Eva put on her shoes and walked out of the restaurant.

But when she reached the door, she suddenly turned back again.

She crouched down again and pulled Rockefeller Jr.'s pants down.

Take it off to the end, naked.

"Well, it's not bad." Eva took a closer look.

She reached into her skirt.

After a while, she had an extra pink triangular strip of cloth on her hand.

She threw it with a strip of cloth, just covering the place that should be covered, which was considered to leave some dignity for the man.

Then, she put her coat back on and walked out, closing the door at the same time.

The servant at the door saw Eva come out and was a little puzzled.

According to the experience of the past, doesn't this woman spend the night here?

Eva stroked her messy hair, pulled down the straps of her skirt, and glanced at the servant with a confused look:

"Your young master sleeps very comfortably, you'd better not disturb him." She said.

The two servants suddenly realized.

They watched the woman leave, then went inside and turned off the lights on the first floor.

After so many years in the Rockefeller family, they deeply understood a truth.

Don't worry about what you shouldn't do.

The young master must be very tired now and sleep soundly. (End of chapter)