The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little more depressing. Aunt Marsha looked at her husband worriedly, and Diane glanced at her boyfriend anxiously. Uncle Anderson, on the other hand, seemed to have not noticed anything. He cut a small piece of vegetable calmly and put it in his mouth. He then said slowly, "That's your problem. Solve your own problems."
Everyone, including Victor and Adriaan, breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. Especially Adriaan. Victor would return to his parents' home in New York for dinner tonight. He was the one who made it happen. It would be terrible if he had a conflict with Uncle Anderson like before.
Fortunately, Uncle Anderson did not interrupt their conversation, nor did he show any signs of lecturing them from time to time. It was really rare.
"I'm serious, Victor. I saw the website you run. It's not bad. As I said before, someone who can invest in the IT industry and run it well at this time must be someone with long-term vision. And I need such a person to help me." After dinner, Uncle Anderson went to the study, Aunt Marsha and Diane went to the side to talk about women, and Adriaan naturally continued the conversation at the table with Victor.
"It's just a small website." Victor shrugged. "And it's just my company's official website. You don't have to make such a big deal out of it."
"No, no, no, Victor." Adriaan shook his head. "Sometimes you can see a person's habits and abilities from small things. Although your company's official website is not big, some parts are very delicate and attractive, and most of them are from your ideas. You should be doing websites instead of advertising and printing."
At this point, he paused, then looked at Victor half-jokingly: "Otherwise, I will use some special means to force you to submit, such as buying your company."
"I won't sell it, Eide." Victor laughed. "Do you really want me to help you?"
"Yes, I still have a lot of ideas for the operation of the website. With the development of AC Media, in order to prevent some problems from arising, we may have to operate the website independently in the future, so I need someone with vision and ability to help, just like Krau and I." Adriaan said sincerely, "You're sharp in this regard, Victor. I can tell from your company's website."
"What a depressing statement." After a moment of silence, Victor sighed. "When I finally made some achievements, you came to me and told me that this industry wasn't for me. Eide, you're worse than my father …"
He made a gesture and smiled. "Alright, I'll think about it. I'm serious this time. I'll give you an answer after Thanksgiving."
"I'll wait for your good news." Adriaan smiled and patted Victor on the shoulder. "Okay, I'm going to have a chat with my uncle. Don't worry, it's just some company matters. I won't pressure you through him. It's useless to talk about it."
Drawing Victor to his side wasn't just to show goodwill to his uncle. Adrian had already noticed Victor's ability in business and management a long time ago, but at that time, he only wanted to pull him into the company to be in charge of management. But after the IT bubble burst, Adriaan immediately discovered Victor's other strength. He had a good nose for website operations. For example, the official website's interface that attracted clicks and was quite friendly to netizens were all his ideas. Also, at a time when many investors were avoiding the IT industry, he took the opportunity to invest in eBay and Yahoo.
At this time, speculators were either bold or far-sighted investors. Adriaan believed that Victor was the latter. After a few years of contact, he had a certain understanding of Victor's character. Otherwise, he wouldn't want to pull him into his own group. Obviously, Victor had been learning, and he was learning very well. Therefore, he would certainly not be satisfied with the status quo. Coupled with Adriaan's famous foresight and the achievements of establishing a large group in less than ten years, it was impossible for Victor not to be tempted. In fact, in the last few words, Victor had already revealed his intentions.
Let Victor be in charge of the network affairs first, and see if he can grasp the essence of it. Adrian thought to himself. Although Victor had shown a certain level of judgment, except for people like Adrian who could predict the future, almost no one could see the overall development trend of the Internet. Moreover, the talented people in the field of websites were basically under the age of 30, so it was necessary to conduct a further test on Victor. But this was not a big deal. If he could do it, there was no need to say anything. If he couldn't, it didn't matter. He still had the ability in management and operation.
Knock, knock, knock. He reached out and knocked twice on the door of the study. After getting permission, Adriaan walked into his uncle's study.
"Sit." Andrewson pointed to the chair in front of him. His eyes never left the photo frame in his hand. After a while, he put it on the desk.
It was a very ordinary photo. Even in the photo frame, it looked a little old. A little boy was riding on a man's shoulder with a bright smile. Adriaan couldn't help but shake his head in his heart. Whether it was Victor or Uncle Andrewson, deep in their hearts, they were actually tired of this tit-for-tat situation. After all, they were father and son.
Victor still cared about his father. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken his girlfriend back to New York under Adriaan's persuasion. And Uncle Andrewson was also trying not to interfere with his son's life. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said so lightly tonight. However, because of various reasons, plus the accumulated contradictions that could not be resolved, the two still maintained this awkward relationship.
Sure enough, there can't be no father and son without hatred. Adriaan couldn't help but sigh in his heart again. Then, some scenes emerged in his mind. Some were from this life, some were from his previous life. For a moment, he was a little dazed.
"What are you thinking about?" Andrewson, who had adjusted his emotions, asked.
"Hmm … nothing." Adriaan, who came back to his senses, smiled. "I just … thought of my father."
Although the two-thirds of the soul hadn't seen his father in this life, he found many scenes from the one-third of the soul. Joy, happiness, quarrel, anger, etc. Although some places were different from the two-thirds of the soul about his father, most of the essence was indeed the same.
Hearing this, Andrewson couldn't help but fall silent again. After a moment, he sighed softly. "Jeffery will be proud of you."
"Thank you." Although he felt emotional because of the father-son relationship between Andrewson and Victor, Adriaan quickly adjusted himself. It had been ten years, and his heart had long been firm. These emotions were just a supplement to life.
"Victor is slowly improving his relationship with you, Uncle Andrewson. He even brought Diane home today." Adriaan then said, "I think they are a good match."
"Diane is indeed very good." Andrewson also admitted, "It's time for Victor to get married."
Diane Gleason's father ran a large business in Boston. Although his net worth was not comparable to Andrewson Kewell's, he was still a respected figure in Boston. Diane's upbringing was also very good, so it was normal for Andrewson to approve of her. Playing with women and marrying a wife were not the same. If you were playing with a woman, you only needed to like her, but if you wanted to marry a wife, you must choose a woman who could help you.
For example, Trump's current girlfriend, although she was a Slovenian-born model, she was very resourceful and good at weaving relationships for Trump. In fact, Trump's two previous wives were the same.
Or, this woman had a good family background and was worth a marriage alliance. This was also one of the reasons why, in addition to talking or common hobbies, the upper class followed the principle of matching families.
"What about you, Eide?" Andrewson's tone suddenly became very serious. "Jeffery will be proud of you, except for one thing — the mothers of all three children are different. What are you thinking?"
As expected of Uncle Andrewson. Adriaan smiled helplessly and then spread out his hands. "In fact, two more children are about to be born, and … the mothers are also different."
"What?!" Even Andrewson, who had always been calm, couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.
In this way, Adriaan already had five children, and each child's mother was different … That was too much!
"God, do you know what you are doing, Eide?!" Andrewson frowned deeply and waved his hand as if he wanted to cover his forehead.
"Relax, dear uncle, it's no big deal." Adriaan changed to a lazy tone. "Although I don't plan to get married, they are all my children. That is for sure. Don't worry, I will take care of everything."
Andrewson stared at him for a long time, then suddenly sat up and changed the topic. "Okay, tell me why you are here. What new ideas do you have?"
As expected of Uncle Andrewson. This time, Adriaan praised him in his heart. Although he always liked to show off his power and always liked to criticize the younger generation, he was also a practical person. Buffy was the best example. Uncle Andrewson had never liked Jews and often said this in front of him, but he admired Buffy very much.
"He is very practical and smart, and he doesn't believe in Judaism, so he is not a Jew." That was what Andrewson said at the time.
To this, Adriaan could only shrug. Okay, Buffy was agnostic, so he could not be considered a Jew, but what about those guys on Wall Street who believed in Judaism? But then again, there were probably not many Jews on Wall Street who were devout Jews, especially traditional Jews.
In short, Adriaan was now the boss of one of the top media groups in the United States. Although Andrewson could still say a few words to him in private as an elder, in other aspects, the two were already on equal footing. Therefore, even if Andrewson wanted to knock him down, he had to choose the right time.
"When we had dinner before, I already told Victor that the group is going to make a big move. The risk is a bit high, but the reward is equally high. Maybe Uncle Andrewson can give me some appropriate advice." Adriaan said with a smile, his words as respectful as ever. In any case, they were family, and the respect that should be given should not be lacking.
After chatting with Andrewson in the study, Adriaan immediately left. He now had his own residence in New York, so he did not need to stay at his uncle's house overnight. Victor and Diane, however, stayed. Although Andrewson did not make a clear statement, Adriaan could conclude that as long as there was a possibility of success, he would definitely support him.
It was very simple. As the boss of AC Media, Adriaan was born and raised in the United States, and he could also be regarded as English or Anglo-Saxon. Based on this, he could get enough support in Hollywood, which was occupied by Jews.
"This identity is really great." Adriaan said half-mockingly and half-teasingly as he looked at the colorful New York on the balcony of the luxury apartment.
However, it was impossible to achieve the goal just by relying on Andrewson's support. This was a comprehensive contest. Obtaining Andrewson's support would increase the chances of success for Adriaan and Claude, but it did not mean that it could determine the outcome of the entire acquisition. But it did not matter. He would only know what would happen after he did it.
After solving this matter, Adriaan also relaxed and stayed in New York for a few more days. Of course, he had to ask Natalie out to play and … attend some cocktail parties.
"Yes, the freezing period. I use this term to describe the current IT industry, but it will recover its vitality in three to four years at most. The bursting of the bubble certainly gave the IT industry a major blow, but it also put the IT industry on a good track." Adriaan said as he raised the glass in his hand. "This is my opinion, gentlemen. Excuse me."
After that, he bowed and left the small circle. Cocktail parties were like this. A few people stood or sat together to flatter each other and take the opportunity to get to know some people. If they really had something to talk about, they would find a room to talk in private.
How boring. Adriaan muttered to himself. He put the glass on the waiter's plate and sat on the high stool at the bar. It was a pity that he could not bring Natalie with him. Natalie's dissatisfaction, but she did not dare to show her anger, was too charming. Ivanka was fine, but she went to her father's house as soon as she arrived in New York. Although Trump had tacitly agreed to the current situation, it did not seem appropriate to directly visit them and ask for her …
Therefore, Adriaan had to attend the cocktail party alone. He greeted, chatted, and chatted with people he knew and did not know. Adriaan stretched slightly, then glanced to the side, and then added in his heart, Or sit at the bar and listen to a man show off to a young girl about the movie he made.
"The so-called expressive montage is based on the alignment of the camera. Through the echo, contrast, metaphor, and symbolism between the images, it reveals the internal relationship, gives new meaning, and arouses the audience's imagination …" A man in his thirties with a beard was showing off to a young girl who looked about twenty years old.
Looking at the girl, she had platinum long hair. Although she was leaning on the high stool, her graceful figure was still somewhat seductive. Although only her back could be seen, it could be seen that she had a good temperament. She should be the daughter of a wealthy family. As for the man, he was dressed very formally. However, his collar was open, and his tie was loose. His shirt was still tucked in the waist of his trousers. He looked very unruly, but the actual effect …
He actually introduced how to make a movie to pick up a girl, and it was all in books. It was almost useless in actual filming. Was he out of his mind? Thinking of this, Adriaan could not help but sneer.
The eloquent man happened to pause here for a moment, so he heard his laughter. When he looked up, he happened to see a flash of a disapproving smile on Adriaan's face. He immediately became annoyed. "Why, did I say something wrong, sir?"
"No, of course not, sir. You perfectly explained what expressive montage is." Adriaan smiled and waved his hand. He could not be bothered to lower himself to his level.
"Really? But I don't think so. Maybe you can tell me why you think my explanation is perfect? "The man walked over relentlessly.
Adriaan immediately laughed and shook his head. Obviously, this guy probably felt that he was about to get the girl, but he could not complete the last step. Therefore, when Adriaan spoke, he thought that it was Adriaan who messed things up. Therefore, he wanted to teach Adriaan a lesson so that he could use this opportunity to get the girl.
"Rick, don't be like this." The girl who was chatting with him quickly reached out to pull him, but then she found that the man was not moving and was looking at Adriaan awkwardly.
"What's wrong?" The girl asked curiously. Then she looked over and screamed in a low voice, "Adrian Kewell!"
Then, she jumped in front of Adriaan and grabbed him with her eyes shining. "You are Mr. Adrian Kewell?! The miracle director of Hollywood! I'm so happy to see you! So happy! "
Looking at the other party's excited look, Adriaan was a little puzzled, but why did she look so familiar? Wait, she's not … she's not …
"You are … Mr. Richard Hilton's daughter, right?" After searching in his head for a long time, Adriaan asked with some uncertainty.
"Yes, yes, my father is Richard Hilton." The young girl grabbed his arm and shook it excitedly. "My name is Paris, Paris Hilton!"
Although she quickly realized that she had lost her composure, a blush also appeared on her face, and there was even a hint of shyness between her brows, but she still grabbed his arm and did not let go.
She really was that rich and powerful girl. Adriaan raised his eyebrows. However, how did she look like a slut now? She was completely a little woman who had seen her idol and lost her mind.
"Nice to meet you, Paris. I'm Adrian Kewell, you can call me Adriaan." After spending some effort, Adrian finally pulled his arm out without batting an eyelid. Then, he looked at the man who was standing there with an awkward, indignant, and depressed expression. "By the way, who is this?"
Paris immediately turned her head and asked with dissatisfaction, "Didn't you say that you know Adriaan, Rick?"
"En … this …" The man called Rick stuttered and could not speak.
"Hello, Rick, maybe we have met before, but I don't remember. I'm sorry, sometimes too many things happen, and people's memories will suddenly disappear." Adriaan stepped forward and reached out his hand.
The other party was obviously relieved and reached out to shake his hand. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Adriaan. I'm Rick Solomon, and my father is Robert Solomon."
Robert Solomon? He seems to be the former executive vice president of Warner Brothers. I've probably seen him before, but … Adriaan thought of something and glanced at Paris Hilton, who still had an indignant look on her face. Could this Rick Solomon be …
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