America's Big Hero Chapter 4

A waiter in a black welcome dress and a high hat stepped up, "This is the Rockefeller Manor, may I ask, what's the matter?"

"Hello, we are here for the funeral." Saul showed a professional smile and pointed to Sean next to him, "This is the son of Mr. Philemon D. Rockefeller."

"This is an invitation." Sol picked up the invitation and handed it over. The black invitation, embroidered with sterling silver, was solemn, low-key, and luxurious.

The waiter took it and looked at it, then bent down to look at Sean, and then said, "The Rockefeller family welcomes the two of you, please park here."

Sean looked in the direction of the waiter's finger. There was a forest there.

Sol drove the car into the woods only to find out that it turned out to be a parking lot, with trees and various flowers separating the parking spaces.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Thor's face was full of amazement, "Sean, you know, this must be designed so as not to let the vehicle spoil the beauty of the entire manor, it's impossible to see it from the outside. Parking, what is luxury, what is sophistication, that's it!"

That's it? Sean glanced left and right, too lazy to express any thoughts.

"Look at these cars, Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Lincoln... Hey, why isn't there a sports car?" Sol looked around and suddenly wondered.

"Nonsense, this is a funeral, could someone be stupid enough to drive a red Ferrari here!" Sean shook his head speechlessly, "Okay, hurry up and park the car, don't act like a mountain cannon."

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

"Shut up and stop." Sean patted his forehead.

The yellow broken Suzuki parked here very dazzlingly. After exiting the parking lot, under the guidance of the waiter, the two walked all the way to the place where the funeral was to be held.

"Look, look, Sean, how long have we been gone, I tell you, everything you see here belongs to the Rockefellers."

"Do you know how big this place is?"

"4000 acres!"

"16 million square meters!" Sol waved his arms, his face flushed with excitement.

"I specially asked someone to check last night. This manor has a total of 75 buildings, 70 private roads, a sculpture garden, an underground art gallery, a playground for children, a 9-hole golf course, a farm, and also includes With a large area of wild forest parks and several lakes, as well as an artificial swan lake given to his wife by Rockefeller, this is simply an independent kingdom."

"I also heard that the manor has its own art collection, European, Chinese, African, antiques and works of art from all over the world."

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

Next to Saul chattering endlessly, Sean frowned deeply, not mentioning Huaxia Antiques was fine, but when he mentioned it, his mood immediately worsened.

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

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

"Look at these sculptures, they are full of the heaviness of history!"

"That's it?" Sean sneered, "Okay, this has a fart sense of history. It can't compare to the Yuanmingyuan if it is all-encompassing, it can't compare to the Summer Palace if it's far-reaching and quiet, it can't compare to the Forbidden City if it's rich in history."

Saul turned his head to look at his friend in astonishment, "What's wrong with you? Are you upset? You are about to become one of the heirs here."

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

Rockefeller Manor is very good. It is one of the top ten manors in the world, but it really doesn't arouse much amazement from Sean.

"Okay, it's about to be the funeral, you understand, I, my father, are 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 more grief now, understand."

"Yes, yes, grief." Sol waved his fist fiercely and turned around a few times in excitement.

"I bet if you laugh out loud at the funeral later, you'll be pulled out and shit, okay?"

Saul nodded again and again, but he couldn't control his emotions. In the end, he stomped his feet with a ruthless heart, stretched out his hand and grabbed the flesh on the bottom of his thigh, pulled it up, and twisted it hard, "Hey...ah!"

Tears came down immediately.

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

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

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

The Rockefeller family cemetery, starting with John Rockefeller, the Rockefeller family is buried here.

"Which one is Mr. Sean Rockefeller?" At the entrance of the cemetery, the waiter opened the invitation card and glanced at it, then bent down slightly and asked.

"I am." Sean responded, pointed at Sol again, 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 please.

Just after walking a few steps, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com 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 no worse rules than those of the European royal family. With different status, the location of the funeral is absolutely different.

Sean didn't feel anything about this, he followed the waiter and walked to one side. There was still a while before the funeral began. .

It's understandable with a stern face. After all, it's a funeral, but what's the matter with always being by your side?

Although the waiter didn't say it, Sean understood that this was clearly because he was afraid that he would do something out of the ordinary and bring shame to the Rockefellers!

Sean was a little angry, but the waiter was courteous throughout the whole process, and he didn't have a problem. He could only frown with a cold face, which was in line with the atmosphere of the scene.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the funeral to begin, and Sean was placed in an inconspicuous corner on the side of the immediate family.

At the front 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 know which corner he was assigned to.

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

"Philemon D. Rockefeller, born in 1931..." The priest in black was standing on the steps reading out Philemon D. Rockefeller's life and past.

Listening to the mournful music of the synchro, and looking at the white coffin behind the pastor, Sean's head flashed a different picture indeed, four black men in triangular hats and black suits carrying the white coffin, a sense of rhythm. Intense BGM...

Chapter end

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