Chapter 34: Clearing the relationship
"Master, what do you think?" John Connor hesitated to ask what to do next. They all knew very well that Annabelle was the one who had the final say in this family. They would listen to whoever Mrs. Anna told them to listen to, and would not do anything just because Harry Sheffield was the heir of the previous generation.
"Let's find a place to sit down first!" Sheffield had to admit that he was different from his father and had not inherited this talent for being good at dealing with people. He said in confusion, "Aren't we conservative people in Texas?"
After finding a seat and sitting down, Sheffield enjoyed watching his old father's performance as he moved among various socialites and ladies. It felt like he was walking among a sea of flowers. However, as long as there was a good result in the end, this was not unacceptable.
Sheffield thinks that patent licensing in Europe is extremely important. He will naturally invent or invest in some products that have not yet appeared in this era, but this does not mean that patent licensing is not important. It is best to take a two-pronged approach. Patent licensing and invention are both indispensable. Although the United States firmly believes in the arrival of the American century, Sheffield does not think that the citizens of the United States are smarter than those of other countries.
The import of high-end European talents is very important to the United States in this era, and no one can deny this. Moreover, he has long felt that it is time to close the upward channels of the United States and let the common people stay in their positions.
In order to achieve the goal of stability above all else, he might promote happy education at the appropriate time and destroy the United States education system, which is still pretty good at this time. In this way, there will be no need to worry about someone breaking through the big filter and occupying resources.
Although cutting off someone's legs will not necessarily make you run faster, this is a world of competition. After cutting off someone's legs, he can definitely cross the finish line. No matter whether it is useful or not, just cut them off first.
While Sheffield was still thinking about how to put stability above all else, Harry Sheffield had already joined the Countess on the dance floor and started whispering to her, "The British are too bullying. Look how angry you are."
Susan danced along with Harry Sheffield's steps, her eyes full of affection, "Don't be angry, there are so many guests today, be happy."
"We'll teach the British a lesson sooner or later! We in the United States are not to be trifled with." Harry Sheffield said proudly, "This matter will not end like this, you will see. By the way, introduce me to some officials from the judicial department later, I have something to discuss with them."
"Please finish this dance with me first. We haven't seen each other for such a long time." Susan put one hand on the man's back, her action was very ambiguous.
Harry Sheffield's expression suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, and he said coldly, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"No way!" Susan cast a coquettish glance and whispered, "I just like your strong side."
"Isn't this French branch making losses all year round?" With such a grand ceremony, Sheffield felt his heart bleeding when he thought of the money he had spent. He directly asked the person in charge in Paris to come over and inquire about his old father's expenses in Paris.
"Not really. We're breaking even. It's true that we don't make any money at the end of the year." Rich Martin, head of the French branch, came over and reported quietly.
"That's reasonable!" Sheffield nodded, and the bleeding feeling in his heart subsided a little. Of course he felt bad, because he was the heir of the Sheffield family, and the old man who socialized with a bunch of celebrities and noble ladies was just his father.
This cocktail party didn't produce any result in the end, if the old man didn't take the countess back to his apartment.
"Don't be anxious. You know being too anxious is not good! It takes time to smooth over relationships." The next day at noon, the old man who sent the countess out of the apartment brushed his teeth in front of the mirror and signaled to the child to be patient, everything is under his control.
"The word 'dredge' is a good word!" Sheffield put his hands on his chest, leaned against the bathroom door and said sarcastically, "My father must have been exhausted this evening."
"It's all for the family business, I can still bear it." Harry Sheffield waved his hand, spit out the water in his mouth, tilted his head and said with an expression that all men understand, "I think Susan's daughter is quite suitable for you. Are you interested? Do you want me to create an opportunity for you?"
"I'm your son!" Sheffield rolled his eyes and reminded his old father who was thinking something.
"She's still my biological daughter!" Harry Sheffield nodded solemnly. "But these are two different issues. You're almost old enough. You should relax. Learning more from me won't do you any harm. You said this person is really weird. Susan is a socialite. She takes her daughter to cocktail parties every day, but she keeps a close watch on her daughter. Is this mental breakdown?"
"If you put it that way, it seems to be the case." Sheffield was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses immediately, realizing that he had been misled again. He opened his mouth to remind her, "I have other plans this time, so I don't have much time."
"I'm familiar with Europe! It will save time if I arrange your trip." Harry Sheffield sprayed himself with strong cologne and dressed neatly. "In fact, don't you think about it? Susan's daughter has a title. Now many wealthy people in the United States choose to marry European nobles."
"I am patriotic!" Sheffield said succinctly, "and there is no need to do this. I am not a bootlicker."
"Whatever you want!" Harry Sheffield dressed up and left the apartment in a proper manner, saying without looking back, "There will be many guests coming to the apartment tonight. Let's talk about the interests involved first, and then figure out how to achieve our goal."
"Only when I came to Europe did I realize how simple and kind the United States was at this time." Sheffield's eyes were on the oil painting at the corner of the upstairs. The theme of the painting was very straightforward, a naked woman lying on the bed. She had a ribbon tied in her hair, a pendant hanging around her neck, bracelets on her wrists, and silk slippers on her feet. A black cat was sitting on the bed at her feet.
"I wonder where I've seen this painting before? Is it famous?" Sheffield walked up the Y-shaped staircase, his hands behind his back, examining it carefully. "Olympia?"
"Master, the carriage is ready! Hmm?" John Connor pushed the door open without saying hello, and just in time to see Sheffield bending over to admire a bold oil painting.
The atmosphere became very awkward. Sheffield turned around and looked at his savior who was staring at him. He smiled dryly and said, "Do you think this painting is authentic?"
"If the master says it's authentic, then it's authentic!" John Connor responded in the same dry tone. He wanted to turn around and leave but stayed where he was, his movements very stiff.
(End of this chapter)
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