America's Big Hero

"Look at these cars, Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Lincoln... Hey, why are there no sports cars?" Saul looked around, suddenly wondering.

"Nonsense, this is a funeral. Could someone be stupid enough to drive a red Ferrari over here!" Sean shook his head speechlessly, "Okay, stop the car quickly, don't be like a mountain cannon, okay?"

"San, po?" Saul didn't hear clearly, and repeated in doubt.

"Shut up, stop the car." Sean patted his forehead.

The yellow broken Suzuki parked here is very eye-catching. After leaving the parking lot, under the guidance of the waiter, the two walked all the way to the place where the funeral will be held.

"Look, look, Sean, how long have we been walking, let me tell you, everything you see with your eyes belongs to the Rockefeller family."

"Do you know how big it is?"

"Sixty acres!"

"1600 million square meters!" Sol waved his arms, blushing with excitement.

"I specifically asked someone to check last night. This estate has a total of 75 buildings, 70 private roads, sculpture gardens, an underground art gallery, a playground for children, a Play House, a 9-hole golf course, a farm, and more. Including a large area of ​​wild forest parks and several lakes, as well as an artificial swan lake given to his wife by Rockefeller, this place is simply an independent kingdom."

"I also heard that the manor has its own art collections, including European, Chinese, African, antiques and artworks from all over the world."

"Don't you like things from the ancient country in the east? I heard that Nelson D. Rockefeller also likes Chinese antiques. During his more than ten years as the governor and vice president of New York, he collected a lot of antiques from there. In his villa, I heard that even the curtains are painted with dragon patterns."

Saul chattered beside him, and Sean frowned deeply. It was okay not to mention Huaxia antiques, but his mood immediately changed when he mentioned it.

"And you are an heir of the Rockefeller family, my god, I still can't believe it!"

"Look at that sculpture, the Greek river god Oceanus, and I tell you, there are hundreds of sculptures of all kinds, and these hundreds of sculptures are either antiques, hundreds of years old, or contemporary The works of master artists, these sculptures alone are worth tens of millions."

"Looking at these sculptures, they are full of the weight of history!"

"That's it?" Xiao En sneered, "Okay, this has a sense of historical heaviness. It is not as comprehensive as the Old Summer Palace, as far as the profound and secluded, as the Summer Palace, and as historical as the Forbidden City. It is far worse."

Sol turned his head to look at his friend in astonishment, "What's wrong with you, aren't you happy? You're about to become one of the heirs here."

"Okay, happy, I'm happy." Sean took a deep breath, "Do you know what the owners of the three gardens I just said are now?"

The Rockefeller Manor is very good, one of the top ten manors in the world, but it really doesn't arouse Sean's admiration.

"Okay, the funeral is coming soon, you understand, I, father, is dead, OK?"

"Look at you, the smile on your face is like a blooming chrysanthemum."

"Even if you have to inherit countless properties, you have to show a little grief now, understand."

"Yes, yes, grief." Thor swung his fist fiercely, and turned around a few times excitedly.

"I bet if you laugh out loud at the funeral, you're going to be taken out for a shit, okay?"

Sol nodded again and again, but he couldn't control his emotions. In the end, he stomped his feet cruelly, reached out and grabbed the meat on the thigh, pulled it up, and twisted it hard, "Hiss... ah!!"

Tears came down in a flash.

The corners of Sean's mouth kept twitching, damn it, it's a werewolf!

Wiping his face, Sol's face was full of pain, "I promise, I will cry when I see your father's coffin later."

He reached out and patted Sol on the shoulder, Sean didn't know what to say...

The cemetery of the Rockefeller family, starting from John Rockefeller, the members of the Rockefeller family are buried here.

"Which one is Mr. Sean Rockefeller." At the entrance to the cemetery, the waiter opened the invitation and asked slightly after looking at it.

"I am." Sean replied, then pointed to Saul and said, "This is my lawyer, Saul Goodman."

"Okay, Mr. Sean, please come this way." Another waiter came up and stood beside Sean, leaning slightly and making a gesture of invitation.

After walking a few steps, he turned his head and found that Sol was stopped, and another waiter came out and led him in another direction.

As one of the largest families in the United States, the Rockefeller family has various rules that are no worse than those of European royal families. Different statuses have absolutely different positions when attending funerals.

Xiao En didn't feel much about this, he followed the waiter and walked towards the side. There was still a while before the funeral. He thought it would be good to be sent to the place, but he didn't expect the waiter to follow him step by step with a straight face all the way .

It's understandable to keep a straight face, after all, it's a funeral, but what's the matter with always following around?

Although the waiter didn't say anything, Sean understood that it was obviously because he was afraid that he would embarrass the Rockefeller family by doing something out of the ordinary!

Sean was a little annoyed, but the waiter was polite all the way, and he was not easy to get angry, so he could only frown and keep a cold face, which fit the atmosphere of the scene.

Fortunately, the funeral didn't take long, and Sean was arranged in an inconspicuous corner on the side of the immediate family.

At the top are Philemon's wife and four children, and then there are important figures from other branches of the Rockefeller family.

As for Sol... I don't even know which corner he will be assigned to.

Sean is very comfortable about this, he has never seen what the dead ghost father looks like, and it would be embarrassing to get close to him.

"Philmond D. Rockefeller, born in 1931..." The pastor in black was standing on the steps reading the life history of Philemon D. Rockefeller.

Listening to the sad music of the synchronized sonata, and looking at the white coffin behind the pastor, a different picture flashed through Sean's head. Four black men in triangular hats and black suits were carrying the white coffin. Strong BGM...

Chapter 5: The Truth About a Will

1984, April 8.

It took more than two hours before the funeral was completed. Based on the basic respect for the deceased, Sean was well-mannered throughout the process.

This is not over yet, too many celebrities who came to the funeral from all over the United States and even Europe have to be settled, sent away, or arranged to stay, so Sean and Saul still have to wait.

It was getting dark all the time, and the work over there was finally over, and I finally found time to deal with the will of his illegitimate son.

In one of the villas in the 75 buildings, Sean and Saul were invited into the living room.

As soon as he came in, Sol's eyes were blurred. The chandelier was made of pure natural crystal, the table was made of rosewood, the tea set was made of sterling silver, and even the tablecloth on the table was hand-embroidered with top-quality silk. Then I took out one of the works of art, which is priceless!

Sean didn't pay attention to those, the Forbidden City has seen the dragon chair...

He immediately noticed the beautiful middle-aged woman sitting in the center, and he had to say that there are no ugly wives that rich people find. A woman who is almost 60 is wearing a white dress, and I don't know if it is because of her temperament. He doesn't look old at all, and has a bit of charm. He is the focus when he comes out, completely overshadowing the three sons and one daughter around him.

"Madam, good evening." Sean bowed slightly to ask the question mark. The waiter had mentioned the name of the lady who was in charge of the house before, but he forgot.

The middle-aged beautiful woman just glanced up and down at Sean, didn't speak, didn't even nod her head, and just gave a blond man standing beside her a look.

This made Sean frown, and the original goodwill disappeared in an instant.

The blond-haired square-faced man came over with a document, "Hi, Mr. Sean Rockefeller, I am Philemon D. Rockefeller's lawyer, according to Mr. Philemon's will and the rules of the Rockefeller family, you will Received a monthly sum from the Rockefeller Family Trust."

Sean glanced over the faces of the middle-aged woman and the three sons and one daughter, and finally looked at the lawyer in front of him. He didn't speak, but nodded with a straight face.

"Every month..."

Saul next to him blushed with excitement. This is the Rockefeller Family Trust Fund, 100 million, is it too much, 50, no, even 20 is enough, rich, rich!

"Ten thousand dollars, until you die."

"How much?!" Without waiting for Sean to speak, Sol jumped up, blushing and shouting loudly, "Say it again, how much is it!?"

"Ten thousand, US dollars." The blond man said with a blank expression.

At this moment, how can Saul care about the luxury of the Rockefeller Manor, how much the furnishings in the house are worth, and how many billionaires are sitting there? He growled loudly like a lone wolf whose tail was stepped on, "Then Impossible, is this how the Rockefellers treat their children?"

"Xiao En has been living abroad for more than 20 years, dropped out of school, and even made a difficult life, so he had to join the army and go to the battlefield!"

"Rockefeller owes Sean, and as a father, Philemon D. Rockefeller also owes Sean. He has not fulfilled the slightest responsibility of a father!"

"Not at all!"

"This is not fair!"

"God won't forgive him!" Saul roared, with a hideous face and waving his arms, he was really stimulated by the ten thousand dollars.

Yes, $[-] may seem like a lot, but you fucking Rockefellers!

One of the richest families in the United States and the world, synonymous with power and wealth!

In the end, he only planned to spend [-] dollars a month to send homeless people away!

"You are humiliating Sean, you are humiliating Mr. Philemon D. Rockefeller, and you are discrediting the name Rockefeller!"

"I don't believe it, you must be hiding something. As Sean's lawyer, I want to see the original will!" Saul spit, and at this moment he has no respect for Rockefeller at all.

"enough!"

"All right."

Two voices appeared at the same time.

'Enough is enough' cried Philemon's wife, the middle-aged woman.

'Okay' was what Sean said.

"This is the Rockefeller family estate, not a place to show you barbarism." The middle-aged woman stared at Saul and said coldly: "You are not qualified to evaluate the Rockefeller family."

"As for the will, show him."

The middle-aged woman ordered, and the blond man lowered his head and opened the folder in his hand.

"I don't think there is anything special about Rockefeller Manor, and I don't think you are more noble than Sol." Sean interrupted suddenly: "But, no need."

Sol looked over in astonishment, and the middle-aged women in the room also looked at Sean. Only then did they realize that Sean was very calm from the beginning to the end, even when he heard the mere $[-] when.

"What are you doing?" Thor asked in a low voice eagerly.

Sean raised his hand to stop the blond man who was about to hand over his will, "I said, don't read it, just take the document and sign it."

"You're crazy." Saul was really anxious, grabbing Sean's arm extremely hard.

"Ten thousand is ten thousand." Sean grinned.

"No, Sean, this is not right. There must be a problem here, and you don't deserve it." Sol's face turned black with anxiety, but Sean raised his hand to hold him down.

Sean's performance was too abnormal. The middle-aged woman stared at Sean for a while, and said, "Rockefeller has the Rockefeller family's rules. As long as there is Rockefeller family blood, then the minimum monthly income can be obtained from the family trust fund." Ten thousand dollars."

"This money is paid once a month. It cannot be overdrawn or received in advance. It guarantees the basic living needs of the family's children in the most difficult times."

"Don't do anything you shouldn't, don't tarnish the name Rockefeller."

Sean just smiled, neither speaking nor nodding, he reached out to take the document handed over by the blond man, and signed his name directly on it.

Sean King Rockefeller.

"You!" Saul's face was wrinkled, but Sean's smiling eyes were firm and abnormal, so he stomped his feet in resentment, signed his name on the lawyer's place, and signed Sean's bank account. wrote it up.

Afterwards, he slapped the document heavily in the hands of the blond lawyer with a full face of displeasure.

Xiao En's eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the room, and paused for a moment on the face of a beautiful half-brother who didn't know whether it was his sister or his sister, "Goodbye, everyone."

"Goodbye." The middle-aged woman didn't speak, but the three brothers replied.

The Rockefeller family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the sixth generation has been born so far. For the rich and idle Rockefeller family men, it is quite normal to have illegitimate children. Already had two illegitimate children.

The three brothers are already used to it, and they don't think there is anything wrong with it. Moreover, the family has its own set of rules for treating illegitimate children, so there is no need to worry about anything, and there is no conflict or antagonism.

Of course, married women are an exception...

Chapter 6: New York, Bar

"These damned guys are all liars, cheapskate!" As soon as he walked out of the villa, Sol couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and began to curse.

Passing by a fountain, Sol kicked hard angrily, and then his face became even uglier.

"Ten thousand dollars, only ten thousand dollars, ha, this is Rockefeller."

"It's just ridiculous."

"They are synonymous with power and money." Sean turned around and said with a smile.

"No, they don't deserve it!" Saul gritted his teeth, "The synonym of money can't be so stingy."

"Look at this manor, classic and luxurious." Xiao En said with a smile and raised his hand.

"No, in terms of classicism and luxury, he is far behind Buckingham Palace. It has a history of 200 years!" Sol said bitterly.

"Look at these sculptures, full of artistic atmosphere."

"Fart, compared to art, this shit manor is not worthy of being a shoemaker for the Louvre!"

"Look at these architectural designs, with a strong sense of history."

"Bah!" Saul spat fiercely, "Is there a heavy sense of history? Don't be ridiculous, I'm shameless, although I have never been to the East, and TV and newspapers are always slandering them, but I know that the one in the East The palace where the emperor of the mysterious country lives is still there. It is said that it has a history of thousands of years, and there are tens of thousands of houses. People will get lost in it and cannot get out for several days."

"Hey, let me tell you what's the matter with you." Sol grabbed Sean's arm, pointed behind him, and said very dissatisfied: "Didn't you still think this manor was very ordinary just now, why did you help them talk? Come on, you forget how they treated you just now."

"This is Rockefeller Manor." Sean pointed to the land under his feet, and then pointed his thumb at his chest, "And my name is Rockefeller."