America’s Big Hero

A waiter wearing a black welcome dress and a tall hat stepped up, "This is the Rockefeller Manor, may I ask what's the matter?"

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

"This is an invitation card." Sol picked up the invitation card and handed it over. The black invitation card was embroidered with sterling silver and printed, solemn, low-key, and luxurious.

The waiter took it and looked at it, then bent down to look 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, and there was a forest over there.

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

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Sol's face was full of amazement, "Sean, do you know that this must be designed to prevent vehicles from destroying the beauty of the entire manor, and it is impossible to see it from the outside. Parking lot, what is luxury, what is exquisite, 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, suddenly wondering.

"Nonsense, this is a funeral. Could someone be stupid enough to drive a red Ferrari over here!" Sean shook his head speechlessly, "Okay, stop the car quickly, don't be like a mountain cannon, okay?"

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

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

The yellow broken Suzuki parked here is very eye-catching. After leaving the parking lot, under the guidance of the waiter, the two walked all the way to the place where the funeral will 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 it is?"

"4000 acres!"

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

"I specifically asked someone to check last night. This estate has a total of 75 buildings, 70 private roads, sculpture gardens, an underground art gallery, a playground for children, a Play House, a 9-hole golf course, a farm, and more. Including a large area of ​​wild forest parks 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 collections, including European, Chinese, African, antiques and artworks from all over the world."

"Don't you like things from the ancient country in the east? I heard that Nelson D. Rockefeller also likes Chinese antiques. During his more than ten years as the governor and vice president of New York, he collected a lot of antiques from there. In his villa, I heard that even the curtains are painted with dragon patterns."

Saul chattered beside him, and Sean frowned deeply. It was okay not to mention Huaxia antiques, but his mood immediately changed when he mentioned it.

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

"Look at that sculpture, the Greek river god Oceanus, and I tell you, there are hundreds of sculptures of all kinds, and these hundreds of sculptures are either antiques, hundreds of years old, or contemporary The works of master artists, these sculptures alone are worth tens of millions."

"Looking at these sculptures, they are full of the weight of history!"

"That's it?" Xiao En sneered, "Okay, this has a sense of historical heaviness. It is not as comprehensive as the Old Summer Palace, as far as the profound and secluded, as the Summer Palace, and as historical as the Forbidden City. It is far worse."

Sol turned his head to look at his friend in astonishment, "What's wrong with you, aren't you happy? You're about to become one of the heirs here."

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

The Rockefeller Manor is very good, one of the top ten manors in the world, but it really doesn't arouse Sean's admiration.

"Okay, the funeral is coming soon, you understand, I, father, is dead, OK?"

"Look at you, the smile on your face is like a blooming chrysanthemum."

"Even if you have to inherit countless properties, you have to show a little grief now, understand."

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

"I bet if you laugh out loud at the funeral, you're going to be taken out for a shit, okay?"

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

Tears came down in a flash.

The corners of Sean's mouth kept twitching, damn it, 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."

He reached out and patted Sol on the shoulder, Sean didn't know what to say...

The cemetery of the Rockefeller family, starting from John Rockefeller, the members of the Rockefeller family are buried here.

"Which one is Mr. Sean Rockefeller." At the entrance to the cemetery, the waiter opened the invitation and asked slightly after looking at it.

"I am." Sean replied, then pointed to Saul and said, "This is my lawyer, Saul Goodman."

"Okay, Mr. Sean, please come this way." Another waiter came up and stood beside Sean, leaning slightly and making a gesture of invitation.

After walking a few steps, he turned his head and found that Sol was stopped, and another waiter came out and led him in another direction.

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

Xiao En didn't feel much about this, he followed the waiter and walked towards the side. There was still a while before the funeral. He thought it would be good to be sent to the place, but he didn't expect the waiter to follow him step by step with a straight face all the way .

It's understandable to keep a straight face, after all, it's a funeral, but what's the matter with always following around?

Although the waiter didn't say anything, Sean understood that it was obviously because he was afraid that he would embarrass the Rockefeller family by doing something out of the ordinary!

Sean was a little annoyed, but the waiter was polite all the way, and he was not easy to get angry, so he could only frown and keep a cold face, which fit the atmosphere of the scene.

Fortunately, the funeral didn't take long, and Sean was arranged in an inconspicuous corner on the side of the immediate family.

At the top are Philemon's wife and four children, and then there are important figures from other branches of the Rockefeller family.

As for Sol... I don't even know which corner he will be assigned to.

Sean is very comfortable about this, he has never seen what the dead ghost father looks like, and it would be embarrassing to get close to him.

"Philmond D. Rockefeller, born in 1931..." The pastor in black was standing on the steps reading the life history of Philemon D. Rockefeller.

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