Rebirth: My 80s

"Mayor Brad, we are even now."

"Good good."

Roberts sat on the beige sofa, wiped the sweat off his forehead and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He never imagined that the Chinese youth who suddenly appeared to sponsor his election campaign had such a powerful background.

God knows, when the Forbes magazine program in which this person participated was broadcast, Roberts was already scared to death.

Every time a piece of news about this person came from New York, Roberts' heart would beat fast.

But he still held out a glimmer of hope and asked someone to keep a close eye on the news from New York and this person.

until.

Not long ago, someone called him and told him that this person was invited to Washington, where a group of military and industrial giants held a banquet for him, and there were also guests from the central government at the banquet.

Roberts slumped in his seat.

So, a few days ago, Li Jiankun received a call from Roberts.

He wanted to return the check.

After all, it was not his own money, and Roberts felt uneasy taking it.

Li Jiankun came to the villa the night before and not only took back the check, but Roberts also apologized repeatedly, and the subtext seemed to be that he wanted to make amends.

It just so happened that Li Jiankun wanted to get to know Judy Rockefeller again in America as a person from the same class.

So, tonight's banquet came about.

Of course, Li Jiankun didn't treat him badly.

Roberts will also be at the party tonight, and he will be ecstatic about it.

"Excuse me..."

Roberts' face showed a trace of uneasiness again, and he asked hesitantly: "What do you want to do?"

Help the person in front of you organize this party.

It's not an easy decision to make.

He hesitated for a long time the night before.

He had to consider that this move might offend both Phelan and the Rockefeller family.

However, what the other party promised was too tempting.

He couldn't hold back...

"Mr. Mayor, I must say this: Even if you regret it now, it's too late.

"The invitations have already been sent out. If you are afraid of offending Phelan and the Rockefeller family, aren't you afraid of offending that group?"

"..."

A bitter smile appeared on Roberts's face.

Li Jiankun patted his shoulder and said, "Rockefeller cannot decide your career, but some people can."

Hearing this, Roberts' eyes gradually became firm.

He thought that if you want to get something, you have to pay something.

Besides, Simon and Judy may not have time to pay attention to him next time.

If this monster in front of me can fulfill what he said.

……

……

[The protagonist always appears last].

As we all know, Hollywood is in Los Angeles.

The Ferran family also has related industries.

Judy and Simon are no strangers to this sentence.

At 8:30 in the evening, the mother and son deliberately arrived at a manor in Beverly Hills half an hour late.

When the black extended Lincoln drove into the manor, the mother and son were both stunned when they looked out the window at the scene outside.

"So many cars?" Simon smacked his lips.

The parking lot of the manor was obviously too small to accommodate a single car, and even the two sides of the main road were full.

The driver drove the car carefully.

This is simply a world-famous car show.

The 5.4-meter-long Lincoln under their buttocks is nothing compared to the others. Speaking of Lincoln cars alone, there are many 6.2-meter-long and 8.5-meter-long ones.

Judy was also confused and said hesitantly, "Isn't it just an ordinary cocktail party?"

There was no mention of any important event on the invitation.

As for cocktail parties, they are common in the political and business circles and there is no need to find an excuse.

Simon said, "It didn't say it was an ordinary cocktail party."

Judy thought so too, but instead of being worried, she felt happy and became more excited.

It was worth it for her to ask the maid to spend more than two hours dressing her up.

After getting out of the car, Judy held up her skirt in front of her and rushed to the main building of the manor impatiently. She was also cold.

In Los Angeles in December, the temperature at night was less than ten degrees Celsius. She was only wearing a black velvet evening dress with stars dotted on it.

At the same time, on the first floor of the main building of the manor, in a grandly decorated banquet hall.

Abby Adams spent half an hour and painstakingly got along well with a...grandma.

She should have called him that, even though the other person looked perhaps less than fifty years old.

Of course, unless she was stupid, she wouldn't really shout like that.

"Aunt Cheryl, I suddenly remembered something."

"what?"

The woman who spoke to me was holding a glass of Romanee-Conti. The color of the wine matched her lipstick. At her age, she used such a bright lipstick, which showed her personality.

"Isn't Los Angeles the territory of the Ferron family?"

Abby paused, tilted her head and said, "So, will Judy Rockefeller show up tonight?"

"Humph!"

When the name was mentioned, the smile on Cheryl's face disappeared.

A woman like Judy naturally has no shortage of enemies.

Abby came very early tonight, almost the first one to arrive, and then hid in a corner, paying close attention to the guests of tonight——

Anyway, she is a junior and a girl, so no one will care if she loses some manners.

She wanted to find someone who could go head to head with Judy Rockefeller.

There was no reason, she just wanted to make Jack Lee happy in various ways.

Just to tell you, she was wearing top-notch sexy lingerie underneath her rather conservative white dress tonight, with so little fabric that... it squeezed her flesh.

Frankly speaking, it’s not easy to find.

There are four reasons:

1. Men generally don’t care about women, especially older men, especially in this kind of occasion.

Then you can only find a woman.

2. Abby had done some special research before coming here. Judy is years old now. There are too many younger people around, and it would be hard to fight with her... For example, Abby herself.

If she and Judy had a fight, it would be her fault anyway.

Then I can only find the same old woman.

3. This person’s status and position are comparable to Judy’s, yet he dares to fight with her.

4. People have to have a reason to quarrel with Judy.

The only person who can meet all four conditions at the same time is this one.

The good news is that there is extra agreement.

Everyone in the circle knew that Cheryl and Judy didn't get along.

Cheryl is fifty-five years old.

Last name "Morgan".

Currently a director of Morgan Stanley.

So does Jack Lee.

Cheryl asked indifferently, "Didn't you say you were Jack Lee's girlfriend? Then you should know a lot about him. Is he friends with that bitch Judy?"

"Have."

Cheryl took a sip of her wine and said "Oh" muffledly.

"There is a grudge," Abby added.

Ok?

Cheryl raised her lips: "Have a grudge?"

"Uh-huh."

Abby nodded her head wildly and said, "It seems that the hatred is quite big. Anyway, I know that they were at the Metropolitan Museum of New York last time and ridiculed each other in public."

"Ha ha!"

Cheryl laughed: "I told you, Jack Lee is such a handsome guy, how could he associate with a slut like her.

"Hmph! Tonight belongs to Jack Lee, she is not welcome here.

"If that old witch Judy really dares to come, I will kick her out."

Abby gave a thumbs up at the right time, her little face full of admiration.

This was very helpful to Cheryl.

"Auntie, look!"

"what?"

"Look."

Abby suddenly pointed to the door of the banquet hall. Cheryl looked in the direction of her finger, and when she saw the black dress, her face suddenly fell.

"Take it."

The champagne glass was handed to Abby.

Cheryl strode over.

"Auntie, come on!" Abby raised her little pink fist and swiped it downwards.

Cheryl turned her head and smiled knowingly: "My little sweetheart, I will remember you. Remember to have afternoon tea with me when you return to New York."

"Okay."

The show is about to begin...

Abby wished she could get a gong from somewhere and run around the field to strike it.

But her worry that others wouldn't notice was completely unnecessary.

When Cheryl and Judy collide, it's like Mars hitting the Earth.

The grudge between the two began thirty years ago...

Very melodramatic.

"I was wondering where that whirring smell came from. Turns out it's you."

"Oh, who did I think you were? You're an old maid."

Cheryl didn't get married until she was forty-five.

The man she loved so much was slept with by Judy...

"Don't come and pollute the air, you are not welcome here, get out!"

"Do you understand the situation? This is Los Angeles! You are the one who should get out!"

The eyes of everyone nearby were drawn over.

There is no other drama about quarrels as interesting as this.

Of course, they all looked serious, and some of them even gave some advice.

Fortunately, there was melodious music playing in the hall at that time, otherwise the whole audience would have been watching.

"Oh, so Los Angeles is yours? Don't be a bitch!"

Judy secretly thought it was bad luck. She dressed up beautifully and ran over here, but unexpectedly she met this shrew.

Eh?

She suddenly thought, why is this bitch here?

Not from the LA scene at all.

After realizing something, Judy looked around sharply, especially at the people who had just tried to stop the fight, only to find that many of them did not belong to Los Angeles.

"Okay, what are you arguing about!"

A voice suddenly came from outside the quarrel circle.

Judy was surprised and wondered who this person was who dared to scold her.

So I looked in the direction of the sound.

After seeing who it was, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Andre, why are you here instead of staying in Delaware?"

Andre Dupont.

Judy and Cheryl are no strangers to each other, and the three of them had a good relationship when they were young.

Andre walked up to them, answered irrelevantly, and lowered his voice, "I say, can you two be more careful about the impact? This is a public place, and it happened so many years ago, so we can't--"

"No!" Cheryl and Judy said in unison.

Andre: "..."

Cheryl stretched out a finger and almost poked Judy's nose: "You still think you are right!"

"You two are not married, you are in love, it's consensual, you are not attractive enough, so you blame me?"

"Shit!"

If Andre hadn't stepped forward to stop him.

The two of them have to fight.

"What kind of occasion is this, Cheryl, you know."

Andre was confused and said, "Judy, open your eyes and take a good look at who is here tonight!"

"No one can stop you today. You dare to come to Los Angeles and scold me. I have to -"

Judy's voice stopped abruptly.

After Andre said this just now, she subconsciously scanned the banquet hall.

Then she saw:

Raymond Koch.

Estee Lauder.

James Mellon.

Matt Johnson.

Wes Kennedy.

Abel Roosevelt.

Freeman Adams (Abby's grandpa).

...

Judy looked away in astonishment, then looked at Andre and asked, "What are you doing tonight?"

Before Andre could reply, a loud laugh came from the side:

"It's so funny. You don't even know what this party is for. Why are you here? Where are you hiding from men? You shameless bastard, don't you see how old you are?"

Judy continued to look at Andre and ignored Cheryl.

"Tonight's main character is Jack Lee. It's a low-key celebration party, intentionally avoiding New York and Wall Street."

Jack Lee!

Judy opened her eyes wide and scanned the room again.

Before she could find Jack Lee, she carefully looked for the guests who were in the banquet hall.

How...is this low-key?

Judy's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.