Chapter 33: Eating for free

Photography technology these days shouldn't be put to any use, right? Sheffield had to think about it, and only after the girl pushed the door open and left did he slowly say, "Isn't she a little too young?"

"As for your father, I am a loyal man. When I was your age, I liked young women. Now at this age, I still like young women. Besides, I'm not old now." Harry Sheffield turned his head and made an expression to the mirror, as if he was trapped in his own delusion.

"At this age, I thought I would become more traditional." Sheffield grinned secretly. If you weren't so rich, would you be able to hug women who are almost the same age as your son?

"Now I am very shocked by the loss of traditional culture. After all, France has a long history of mistress culture. These women have to sleep with men anyway, so why not with me?" Harry Sheffield put down the empty cup in his hand and said lazily, "I have lived in a privileged environment since I was a child. There is no difference between having more or less of my family's property. So why should I live so hard? Wouldn't it be better to have more time to enjoy life?"

"I don't like the life my mother planned for me. You should have joined the Texas Club when you were in school. Don't look at me like that. I also joined it when I was in school." Harry Sheffield shrugged helplessly. "How could I dare to resist my mother's plan at that time? I also lived a life I didn't like step by step according to my mother's ideas until I got married and you were born, and your mother passed away. I couldn't stand it anymore and decided to live for myself."

Harry Sheffield was like a gossipy woman. Perhaps he was very happy to see his son, so he started chattering non-stop, feeling depressed about his life when he was young, and found an unacceptable excuse for his current life.

"But if you continue like this, you won't be able to live like this even in a wealthy family." Sheffield did not agree with his cheap father's point of view, but he didn't know where to start to refute it.

"Then you are here, right? Think about it. When I was young, I relied on my mother for support. Now I am old, I rely on my son for support. My parents and children are very capable. I have had an easy life." Harry Sheffield thought proudly. "I will not do anything to the family property. If you like, you can inherit it directly. Anyway, based on my understanding of my mother, she will give it to you directly without my share. And you don't have to worry about someone competing with you for the inheritance. I don't have any illegitimate children, but I have two illegitimate daughters in Paris. They will not compete with you for anything. I will not agree. Even if they want to do something, my mother will not give in to cause trouble."

Harry Sheffield spoke calmly, with a kind of detachment from someone who was living off his wife and children. Anyway, that's how he got by.

"If this scumbag wasn't my father, would I have shot him?" Sheffield closed his mouth and took a few deep breaths before he felt better. This second-generation heir was affecting the image of the citizens of the United States in Europe and was suspected of insulting the United States.

Harry Sheffield didn't think much about it. He was still looking through his phone records, his finger resting on a name called Susan. "This is a countess from the Second Empire. She seems to have a good relationship with the judicial department."

"The Second Empire period? The one with Napoleon's nephew who lost to Germany?" Sheffield shook his head and smiled bitterly. Does this count as using the sword of the previous dynasty to kill the officials of the current dynasty?

"Don't mention Germany in front of the French, ok? Or the British, they will be unhappy. Also, European countries attach great importance to aristocracy and are proud of it." Harry Sheffield put away the phone book that he treasured like a treasure, and said in a gentle and persuasive manner, "Of course, when they lie in bed, they are no different from ordinary women. Since you have finally come to Paris, son, I will help you this time. Take a rest, I'm going to go out for a while."

It was almost time, and there was a cocktail party! Harry Sheffield took out his pocket watch, thinking that he couldn't delay his work.

"Oh!" Sheffield felt that pinning his hopes on his father seemed to be a wrong decision.

Boom! Harry Sheffield turned back again in less than ten seconds, stretched out his hand and said, "I decided to hold a cocktail party and invite some celebrities. This is for the family. Do you want to give me some event funds?"

"Do we need to be so clear?" Sheffield said exaggeratedly, with a look on his face, "Are you kidding me?" "You surprised me more today than I have ever been surprised in my life. I thought nothing would surprise me in this life, but now it seems I was wrong!"

"How much money!" Sheffield looked impatient and took out the deposit certificate of the Bank of France. After all, he is your father.

But he also knew that he couldn't do without money. You know, France has a nickname of usury imperialism. This trend was very obvious earlier, not to mention in 1895.

Because financiers were unwilling to invest most of their capital in developing their own industry and agriculture, they would rather export their capital abroad in the form of loans, which would yield greater and more guaranteed profits. Speculation on the Paris Stock Exchange was unprecedented in scale. It was during the Second Empire that the Paris Stock Exchange became one of the most important financial centers in the world. Bankers, financiers, and large industrialists made a fortune by speculating on the stock exchange.

This situation has continued until now, which does not mean that France has nothing to offer except for finance. It depends on who it is compared with. Although it is not as good as Britain and Germany, France is still a well-known country in Europe.

The French people invested nationwide, which was why Harry Sheffield quickly gained a foothold in Paris. Besides, the environment here was much better than London, especially for him.

There was no shortage of halls for cocktail parties in Paris, and Harry was obviously an expert at this. He introduced each guest to his son, without caring at all that Sheffield was already dazed by the cologne.

"There are financiers, bankers, nobles, and factory owners here!" Harry was still introducing the guests to his son, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he walked towards a mother and daughter dressed like noble ladies, and said happily, "Countess and Miss, it's been a long time since we last met."

The Countess glanced at Harry Sheffield, nodded slightly, and said in a voice that both of them could hear, "You used to call me Susan, but now you call me Countess. After a while, I guess there will be no trace of this person anymore."

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"How could that be? Harry will never forget Madam's long-term care for him." Harry Sheffield raised his eyebrows and said knowingly, "Madam is becoming more and more charming."

"Slippery tongue!" Susan muttered something unintelligible, and took her daughter's hand and followed Harry Sheffield into the hall.

This was his stage. Sheffield looked up at the huge chandelier on the ceiling and felt that he seemed a little redundant.

I caught a cold and it's a bit late.

(End of this chapter)