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"Hmm..." Xiao Yang was obviously confused by the invitation of the little Rockefeller, he did not expect that the people of the Rockefeller family would come to him.

But he is not panicking now, anyway, the thing has already arrived, and if he wants to make himself spit it out again, it is impossible, don't even think about it.

"Well, I'm still going back to Los Angeles, and since Mr. Rockefeller invited me, I'll postpone the trip." Xiao Yang also wanted to meet this legendary family.

"That's really good, in that case, then I will wait for Mr. Xiao's big drive." Little Rockefeller said gracefully and hung up the phone.

After a while, a motorcade appeared at the door of the Plaza Hotel, it was the Rockefeller family, Xiao Yang did not say anything, and got into the car with his assistant.

After about an hour, the car drove to a manor, and Xiao Yang, who got out of the car, saw the lawn around the manor, and then looked at the Statue of Liberty in the distance.

shook his head and smacked his tongue secretly, this Nima needless to say, it must be the center of New York, but the Rockefeller family can actually get such a large manor in the city center where every inch of land is expensive, hey, rich people will enjoy it.

Xiao Yang did not feel that the rich people in his mouth also included himself.

"Hello, Mr. Xiao. A white man in his thirties, with shiny and neatly combed hair, stood at the door, bowing slightly to Xiao Yang with a smile.

An elegant aristocratic temperament rushed towards him, Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, this should be the Steve Rockefeller II who called him just now.

"Hello, Mr. Rockefeller Jr. Xiao Yang also bowed slightly.

"Oh, Mr. Xiao can call me Steve, that's what my friends call me. Little Rockefeller's expression did not have the arrogance of ordinary rich second generation, I have to say that this is the heritage of the big family, and you can see from the heir whether this family is noble.

"Mr. Xiao, please come in, my father has already made you a pot of coffee in the living room. Rockefeller Jr. said with a smile.

"Hey, don't call me Mr. Xiao, just call me Xiao." Xiao Yang waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Hehe, then I'm not polite. Little Rockefeller was also not polite, smiled, and made a gesture of invitation.

When the group arrived at the living room, Xiao Yang found that the interior of the mansion looked more gorgeous than the outside.

It is not like ordinary nouveau riche, the whole house is not allowed to be decorated in yellow, but the right decoration, the oil paintings hanging on the wall, even if Xiao Yang is seen from the outside, he feels that it is a valuable work.

Little Rockefeller noticed Xiao Yang's gaze and walked to an oil painting with a smile.

This Sistine Madonna is an oil painting by the famous Italian painter Raphael Sancy in 1513 in honor of Pope Sixter II's rebuilt chapel in the Sistine Chapel in Rome. "

"This is the original, auctioned off for $1.14, and the painting now in the Dresden Museum is a forgery. Rockefeller Jr. explained in a relaxed tone.

Xiao Yang listened to his heart, Nima originally thought that he was already a rich man, and compared with the real family with a background, he really felt a bit like an upstart.

"Hehe, the Rockefeller family's heritage is indeed worthy of its name. Xiao Yang waved his hand with a smile.

"I don't study oil painting much, I refine Chinese ink painting. "

"Oh, that's a shame, this estate doesn't have a collection of ink paintings. Rockefeller Jr.'s expression was apologetic.

"It's okay, it's okay. Xiao Yang shrugged.

"Hehe, it seems that the distinguished guest has arrived." An old and calm voice came from the second floor.

Xiao Yang looked up and saw an old man wearing a well-tailored suit, full of silver hair, and a crutch in his hand walking down with a smile on his face, and a pipe in his other hand.

Little Rockefeller hurriedly stepped forward and helped the old man, and at a glance, he knew that the main lord had appeared.

"Hehe, presumably this is Mr. Xiao Yangxiao. Old Rockefeller walked up to Xiao Yang and looked at Xiao Yang with a smile on his face.

"Hey, it's good that the old man just calls me by name, don't be so polite. Xiao Yang smiled modestly.

"All sit, all sit, hehe, you're welcome, but I specially prepared a pot of good coffee for you." The elder Rockefeller waved his hand, and someone immediately presented it with a pot of coffee.

"We had coffee and chatted at the same time. The old Rockefeller finished and motioned for his son to come to coffee.

Little Rockefeller here became a waiter, pouring a cup of coffee for Xiao Yang and his father, and he stood honestly behind his father.

"I don't know if Mr. Rockefeller brought me here, what's the matter?" Xiao Yang smiled, pretending to be puzzled.

"Since Mr. Xiao is so direct, I won't beat around the bush. The elder Rockefeller put down the cup in his hand, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

"I wonder if Mr. Xiao has already bought Rockefeller Center?"

Xiao Yang smiled, "It seems that the old man's news is quite well-informed, I just signed a contract with the Mitsubishi Foundation yesterday, and I didn't even hold a press conference, you know." "

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