I’m in Hollywood

Eric sighed: I can't say a word or two. Anyway, how did I get together. Now I'm just glad they didn't burn my house down these days.

Geoffrey on the other end of the phone laughed again, and then said, You must be having a hard time at home, right? It's almost dinner time, why don't you come to my place for dinner and just meet Chris?

Eric was just bored and asked someone to chat for a while, and he didn't want to disturb Jeffrey's enjoyment of family and family, so he asked hesitantly, Is this appropriate?

Why is it inappropriate? It's a festival. Of course, the more people, the better. I've been so lonely here all the year round. It's better if you come here. By the way, if you want, you can bring those two girls along.

Eric thought that the two girls would never quarrel in front of outsiders, so he agreed: Then I'll go now?

Come on, it's okay to hang up, the kitchen oven is still on. Jeffrey said, and immediately hung up the phone before Eric could respond.

Eric put down the microphone, returned to the bedroom, changed clothes and walked downstairs.

Drew and Aniston, who were vying for the dominance of the TV, saw Eric walking downstairs in formal clothes,

At the same time, vigilance was born in my heart.

Eric, where are you going? the two girls asked in unison.

Eric pretended to be unhappy and said, You two are too noisy, I decided to spend Thanksgiving in another place.

No! The two girls jumped up from the sofa together, walked to Eric's side in three or two steps, grabbed his arm firmly, then glared at each other, and said in unison again: It's all to blame. you!

Eric rubbed his temples and said, Okay, stop arguing, Jeffrey just called and invited me to his house to finish dinner. Who are you going?

Me! Still in unison.

Ok, ten minutes, go and change your clothes. Anyone with ink will not bring anyone with them.

With a bang, Drew and Aniston disappeared together at the corner of the stairs.

...

Drive to Jeffrey's house. Eric rang the doorbell, and the door quickly opened from inside.

A young man in a serious suit, who looked somewhat similar to Jeffrey but much taller than Jeffrey opened the door, glanced at the three people outside the door, showed a faint smile, stretched out his hand and said, You Well, Mr Williams.

Just call me Eric, Eric stretched out his hand and shook hands with the young man in front of him. I'm also very happy to meet you. Chris.

Chris Hansen nodded to the two girls again, took the red wine that Eric handed over and said, Come in.

The three walked in with Chris Hansen. Jeffrey's house was still the same, no, or it was a little neater than Eric's last visit, probably because his son came back.

It was the first time for Drew and Aniston to visit Jeffrey's house, and both girls looked surprised when they saw the apartment that was obviously not in line with Jeffrey's current wealth. Aniston could hold back and say nothing, but the little girl was straightforward and said directly, Jeffrey is already so rich. Why does he still live here?

Eric turned and glared at the little girl, warning her not to talk nonsense, but Chris Hansen took the initiative to explain to Drew: My dad is nostalgic. He is reluctant to move out.

Oh, the girl nodded lightly, not daring to say anything more.

The three sat down in the living room, and Jeffrey quickly got out of the kitchen with an apron on his waist. Seeing the three of Eric, he said, Eric, take a rest first, dinner will be ready soon.

Need help? Eric asked quickly.

Jeffrey shook his head: No, no. It's enough to have Emily help me. You can chat with Chris first. Jeffrey finished. Back into the kitchen again.

Chris Hansen smiled awkwardly and explained, I was messing around in the kitchen when I was seven. I got scalded by hot oil once, and my dad didn't let me near the kitchen again after that.

Eric smiled to show his understanding, winked at the two little girls, and the two obediently walked towards the kitchen.

From the kitchen came Geoffrey's several concessions, as well as another surprised voice from a pleasant-sounding female voice, which was quickly quieted in whispers.

The two men in the living room looked at each other and smiled.

Eric was actually watching Chris Hansen from the very beginning. So far, he has not found any kind of academic tyrant in Chris Hansen. It is not at all like what Jeffrey once said occasionally. He received a full scholarship in college for four years, and is still in one of the four major investment banks. A look at the work of Morgan Stanley.

Eric could only conclude from the meticulous details of how Chris wore the suit even in the room, and concluded that the other party was either a perfectionist or a rigid personality. Of course, the former is more likely.

Eric, what are you thinking? Chris asked suddenly.

Since he is Jeffrey's son, Eric naturally felt a touch of closeness to Chris, and said frankly: Jeffrey said that you worked at Morgan Stanley, and I was thinking, why don't you have a little bit of it in you? What about the scent of the Wolf of Wall Street?

Chris was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, Eric, what do you think the so-called Wolf of Wall Street should be like?

Eric thought for a while and said, At least it should be aggressive, but I see your appearance, more like a meticulous researcher in some scientific research institutes.

Chris shook his head and said, Eric, you are wrong. The more aggressive the so-called 'Wolf of Wall Street' you call, the less aggressive it looks on the surface. You can go to some famous Wall Street investment bank executives. Looking at the photos of Guan, almost all of them are mediocre, and they can no longer be found in the crowd.

It was the first time Eric heard this point of view and asked, Why do you do this?

Because it can more camouflage, paralyze the enemy, and make the opponent lose their alertness.

Eric nodded thoughtfully: By the way, Chris, what exactly do you do?

Of course it's what makes money and does it.

Eric smiled and asked, If Firefly wants to go public, can I find you?

Hearing this question, Chris slightly held back the smile on his face and said, Eric, whether your question is a joke or not, if Firefly is really going to be listed, it must be handed over to me to handle it. The name Firefly is right. You must know what I mean, and I hope it will develop better.

Seeing what Chris said so solemnly, Eric also nodded solemnly. (To be continued)