American TV series

A waiter wearing a black welcome dress and a tall hat stepped forward and said, "This is the Rockefeller Estate. Can I help you?"

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

"This is the invitation." Saul picked up the invitation and handed it over. The black invitation, with sterling silver embroidery and printed text, was solemn, low-key, and luxurious.

The waiter took it and looked at it, then bent down and looked at Sean, and then said: "The Rockefeller family welcomes you two. Please park your car here."

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

Sol drove the car into the woods and discovered that it turned out to be a parking lot. Trees and various flowers separated each parking space.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Sol's face was full of amazement, "Sean, do you know, this must be designed to prevent vehicles from destroying the beauty of the entire manor. You can't tell it from the outside.

Parking lot, what is luxury, what is sophistication, this is 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 are there no sports cars?" Saul looked around and suddenly asked in confusion.

"Nonsense, this is a funeral. How could someone be stupid enough to drive a red Ferrari over?" Sean shook his head speechlessly, "Okay, park the car quickly and don't act like a cannon."

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

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

The yellow broken Suzuki parked here was very eye-catching. After leaving the parking lot, under the guidance of the waiter, the two of them walked towards the place where the funeral was about to be held.

"Look, look, Sean, how long have we been walking? Let me tell you, everything you see with your eyes belongs to the Rockefeller family."

"Do you know how big this place is?"

"4,000 acres!"

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

"I specifically 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 children's playground Play House, a 9-hole golf course, a farm, and more.

Including a large area of ​​wild forest park and several lakes, as well as an artificial swan lake given to his wife by Rockefeller, this place is simply an independent kingdom."

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

"Don't you like things from that ancient country in the east? I heard that Nelson D. Rockefeller also liked Chinese antiques. During his more than ten years as the governor and vice president of New York, he collected a lot of antiques and art from there.

In his villa, I heard that even the curtains are painted with dragon patterns."

Sol was chattering beside him, and Sean frowned deeply. It was okay if he didn't mention Chinese antiques, but his mood immediately worsened when he did.

"And you are an heir to the Rockefeller family, my god, I still can't believe it!"

"Look at that sculpture, the Greek river god Oceanus. Let me tell you, there are hundreds of various sculptures here, and these hundreds of sculptures are either antiques, hundreds of years old, or contemporary.

The works of art masters, these sculptures alone are worth tens of millions."

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

"That's it?" Sean sneered, "Okay, this has a ridiculous sense of historical weight. It's not as comprehensive as the Old Summer Palace, it's far-reaching and quiet, but it's not as good as the Summer Palace, and it's not as rich in history as the Forbidden City. It's far behind."

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

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

The Rockefeller Estate is very good and is one of the top ten estates in the world, but it really doesn't arouse Sean's much awe.

"Okay, the funeral is coming soon. You understand, I, father, am dead, OK?"

"Look at you, your face is smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum."

"Even if you have to inherit countless properties, you have to show a little more sadness now, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, grief." Thor waved his fist fiercely and spun around a few times excitedly.

"I bet if you laugh out loud at a funeral, you'll be taken out and beaten, okay?"

Sol nodded repeatedly, but couldn't control his emotions. Finally, he stomped his feet, reached out and grabbed the meat on his thigh, pulled it up, and twisted it hard, "Hiss...ah!!"

The tears fell instantly.

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, I will cry when I see your father's coffin later."

Reaching out and patting Sol on the shoulder, Sean didn't know what to say...

The Rockefeller family cemetery, starting from John Rockefeller, everyone in the Rockefeller family is buried here.

"Who is Mr. Sean Rockefeller?" At the entrance to the cemetery, the waiter opened the invitation and took a look at it before bending slightly and asking.

"I am." Sean responded, then pointed at Saul and said: "This is my lawyer, Saul Goodman."

"Okay, Mr. Sean, please come over here." Another waiter came up and stood next to Sean, leaning slightly and making a gesture of invitation.

After taking a few steps out, he turned around and saw that Sol had been stopped. Another waiter came out and guided him in another direction.

As one of the largest families in the United States, the Rockefeller family's various rules are no worse than those of European royal families. Different statuses and different positions at funerals are absolutely different.

Sean didn't have any thoughts about this. He followed the waiter and walked to the side. There was still a while before the funeral started. He originally thought that he would be sent to the place, but he didn't expect that the waiter followed him step by step with a straight face the whole time.

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It's understandable to keep a straight face, after all, it's a funeral, but what's the point of being around him all the time?

Although the waiter didn't say anything, Sean understood that he was obviously afraid that he would do something outrageous and embarrass the Rockefeller family!

Sean felt a little angry, but the waiter was very polite throughout the process, so it was not easy for him to get angry. He could only frown and look cold, 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 immediate family side.

At the front are Philemon's wife and four children, followed by important figures from other branches of the Rockefeller family.

As for Thor... I don't know which corner he was assigned to.

Sean felt very comfortable with this. He had never seen what the dead ghost dad looked like, so it would be awkward to get close to him.

"Philemon D. Rockefeller, born in 1931..." A priest dressed in black was standing on the steps reading the life history of Philemon D. Rockefeller.

Listening to the sad music of the synchronized music and looking at the white coffin behind the pastor, a different picture flashed through Sean's head. Four black men wearing triangular hats and black suits were carrying the white coffin in a rhythmic way.

Strong BGM...