American TV series

1984, August 7.

It took more than two hours for the funeral to be completed. In line with the basic respect for the deceased, Sean was polite throughout the process.

This is not over yet. Too many celebrities from the United States and even Europe who came to attend the funeral had to be settled, sent away, or arranged to stay, so Sean and Saul still had to wait.

It was getting dark until I was done with my work over there and finally found time to deal with the will issue of his illegitimate son.

In one of the villas in the 75 buildings, Sean and Sol were invited into the living room.

As soon as he came in, Sol's eyes were dazzled. The chandelier was made of pure natural crystal, the table was made of rosewood, the tea set was made of sterling silver, and even the tablecloth on the table was hand-embroidered with top-quality silk... casually

I took out one of them and it was a work of art, priceless!

Sean didn't pay much attention to that. He even saw a dragon chair in the Forbidden City...

He immediately noticed the beautiful middle-aged woman sitting in the center. It has to be said that the wives that rich people look for are not ugly. The woman who is almost 60 years old is wearing a white dress. I don’t know if it is because of her temperament. Look.

She doesn't look old at all, and has quite a bit of charm. She is the center of attention as soon as she appears, completely overshadowing her three sons and daughter around her.

"Madam, good evening." Sean bowed slightly and asked. The waiter had mentioned the name of the lady who was in charge of the house before, but he had forgotten it.

The beautiful middle-aged woman just glanced at Sean up and down without saying anything or nodding her head. She just glanced at the blond man standing next to her.

This made Sean frown, and any trace of goodwill he had had disappeared in an instant.

The blond man with a square face came over with a document and said, "Hello, Mr. Sean Rockefeller, I am Philemon D. Rockefeller's lawyer. According to Mr. Philemon's lifetime will and the rules of the Rockefeller family, you will

Receive a sum of money every month from the Rockefeller Family Trust Fund."

Sean's eyes swept across the faces of the middle-aged woman and her three sons and one daughter, and finally looked at the lawyer in front of him. He didn't say anything, but nodded with a straight face.

"Every month..."

Sol next to him was so excited that his face turned red. This is the Rockefeller Family Trust Fund. 1 million is too much. 500,000, no, even 200,000 is enough. Make a fortune, make a fortune!

"Ten thousand dollars, until you die."

"How much?!" Without even waiting for Sean to speak, Sol jumped up, blushing and shouting loudly: "Tell me again, how much is it!?"

"Ten thousand dollars." The blond man said word by word with no expression on his face.

At this moment, Saul couldn't care less about the luxury of the Rockefeller Manor, how much the furnishings in the house were worth, and how many billionaires were sitting there. He roared loudly like a lone wolf whose tail had been stepped on, "Then

Impossible, is this how the Rockefellers treat their children?"

"Sean, he has been living abroad for more than 20 years. He dropped out of school and had difficulty making a living. For this reason, he had to join the army and go to the battlefield!"

"Rockefeller owes Sean. Philemon D. Rockefeller, as a father, also owes Sean. He has not fulfilled the slightest responsibility as a father!"

"Not at all!"

"That's not fair!"

"God will not forgive him!" Saul roared, his face was ferocious, and his arms kept waving. He was really stimulated by the ten thousand dollars.

Yes, ten thousand dollars seems like a lot, but you guys are Rockefellers!

One of the richest families in the United States and even the world, synonymous with power and wealth!

In the end, they were only prepared to spend $10,000 a month to send the homeless away!

"You are humiliating Sean, you are humiliating Mr. Philemon D. Rockefeller, and you are smearing the name Rockefeller!"

"I don't believe it. You must be hiding something. As Sean's lawyer, I want to see the original copy of the will!" Saul spat. At this moment, he no longer had any respect for Rockefeller.

"enough!"

"alright."

Two voices appeared at the same time.

"Enough" was shouted by Philemon's wife, the middle-aged woman.

'Okay' is what Sean said.

"This is the Rockefeller family estate, not a place for you to show your savagery." The middle-aged woman stared at Saul and said coldly: "You are not qualified to evaluate the Rockefeller family."

"As for the will, show it to him."

The middle-aged woman ordered, and the blond man lowered his head and opened the folder in his hand.

"I don't think there is anything special about Rockefeller Estate, nor do I think you are more noble than Saul." Sean suddenly interrupted: "But, no need."

Saul looked over in astonishment. Everyone in the room, including the middle-aged women, also looked at Sean. Only then did they realize that Sean had been very calm from beginning to end, even after hearing the figure of ten thousand dollars.

when.

"What are you doing?" Sol asked in a low voice with an eager look.

Sean raised his hand to stop the blond man who was about to hand over the will, "I said, don't read it, just take the document and sign it."

"You're crazy." Saul was really anxious and grabbed Sean's arm extremely hard.

"Ten thousand is ten thousand." Sean grinned.

"No, Sean, this isn't right. There must be something wrong here, and you don't deserve it." Sol's face turned dark with anxiety, but Sean raised his hand to suppress it.

Sean's behavior was so abnormal that the middle-aged woman stared at Sean for a moment and then said: "Rockefeller has the rules of the Rockefeller family. As long as you have the blood of the Rockefeller family, you can get the minimum amount from the family trust fund every month."

Ten thousand dollars.”

"This money is paid once a month and cannot be overdrawn or received in advance to ensure the basic living needs of the family's children in the most difficult times."

"Don't do anything you shouldn't do, and don't smear the name Rockefeller."

Sean just smiled without speaking or nodding. He reached out to take the document handed over by the blond man and signed his name directly on it.

Sean·King·Rockefeller.

"You!" Saul's face wrinkled, but Sean's smile was firm in his eyes. He had no choice but to stamp his feet bitterly, signed his name on the lawyer's seat, and transferred Sean's bank account

Write it down.

Then, with a look of displeasure, he slapped the document into the hands of the blond lawyer.

Sean's eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the room, and paused briefly on the face of the beautiful half-sister, who was not sure whether she was a sister or an older sister, "Goodbye, everyone."

"Goodbye." The middle-aged woman said nothing, but the three brothers replied.

The Rockefeller family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the sixth generation has been born so far. For the rich and idle Rockefeller men, it is completely normal to have illegitimate children. His father only has one illegitimate child, which is the least. The three eldest brothers are

Already have two illegitimate children.

The three brothers have become accustomed to it and don't think it's anything. Moreover, the family has its own set of rules for treating illegitimate children, so there is nothing to worry about, and there is no resistance or opposition.

Of course, the exception is married women...