Chapter 264: Wolf of Wall Street
Eric sighed, "I can't explain it in a few words, but sohow, I'm just glad they didn't burn down my house these few days."
Jeffrey on the other end of the phone laughed again, then said, "You must be feeling quite uncomfortable at ho now. Why don't you co over for dinner and et Chris? It's dinner ti now."
Eric just wanted to chat with soone to pass his ti, not wanting to disturb Jeffrey from enjoying his quality ti, he hesitantly asked, "Is that okay?"
"Why not? It's a holiday, the more the rrier. It's always so quiet here at my place. It will be better if you co. Oh, if you want, you can also bring those two girls."
Eric thought that the two girls wouldn't fight with each other in front of strangers, so he agreed, "Then I'll co now?"
"Hurry up, it's nothing, the oven is still on," Jeffrey said before hanging up without waiting for Eric's response.
Eric put down the receiver and went downstairs after changing his clothes in the bedroom.
Donald and Aniston, who were competing for the TV remote, saw Eric walking down the stairs formally and were wary at the sa ti.
"Eric, where are you going?" The two girls asked in unison.
Eric put on a displeased expression and said, "You two are too noisy, so I decided to go sowhere else for Thanksgiving."
"No!" The two girls jumped off the sofa and walked up to Eric. They grabbed his arms on the left and right, gave each other a glance, then said in unison, "It's all your fault!"
Eric rubbed his temples and said, "Alright, stop arguing. Jeffrey just called and invited over to his house for dinner. Who's coming with ?"
"!" ca the chorus of replies.
"Ok, ten minutes to get changed. Whoever isn't ready won't co."
A flurry of activity ensued as Donald and Aniston disappeared around the corner of the staircase.
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Eric drove to Jeffrey's house. He pressed the doorbell and the door opened soon afterwards.
A young man, wearing a suit and looking sowhat similar to Jeffrey but much taller, opened the door and gave them a faint smile. "Hello, Mr. Williams," he said as he extended his hand.
"Just call Eric," Eric said as he shook the young man's hand. "It's nice to et you too. Chris."
Chris Hanson nodded at the two girls then took the bottle of red wine from Eric and said, "Co on in."
Chris Hanson, Donald Trump, Ivanka, Aniston, and three other people walked into Jeffrey's house, which was still the sa, or maybe even neater than when Eric had last visited, likely due to Jeffrey's son coming back ho.
It was both Donald and Aniston's first ti at Jeffrey's house, and seeing the apartnt that was clearly not up to Jeffrey's current financial status, the two girls had a look of surprise. Aniston was able to hold her tongue, but Ivanka was quick to say, "Jeffrey's so rich now. Why is he still living here?"
Eric turned and gave Ivanka a warning look to not say anything else, but Chris Hanson stepped in and explained, "My dad is attached to the past. He doesn't want to move out."
"Oh," the girl nodded, not daring to say anything else.
Three people sat in the living room and Jeffrey soon erged from the kitchen with an apron tied around his waist. Seeing Eric and his two companions, he said, "Eric, you guys rest first. Dinner will be ready soon."
"Do you need help?" Eric asked quickly.
Jeffrey shook his head, "No need. Alia can help . You guys talk to Chris first." After finishing his sentence, he disappeared back into the kitchen.
Chris Hanson laughed awkwardly and explained, "When I was seven, I played around in the kitchen and got burned by hot oil once. After that, my dad never let near the kitchen again."
Eric nodded with a smile and gave the two little girls a look. The two girls obediently walked towards the kitchen.
Eric and Jeffrey exchanged a few words of deference in the kitchen, along with a pleasant female voice, which soon quieted to whispers.
The two n in the living room exchanged glances and chuckled.
Eric had been observing Chris Hansen since the start, and so far he hadn’t seen any signs of an academic prodigy like Jeffrey had occasionally ntioned—soone who got a full scholarship for four years at college, and worked at one of the four big investnt banks, Morgan Stanley.
Eric could only gather from Chris’s ticulousness in even dressing up indoors that he was either a perfectionist or a little too rigid. Of course, the forr was more likely.
"What are you thinking about, Eric?" Chris suddenly asked.
Since he was Jeffrey's son, Eric naturally felt a touch of kinship towards Chris and candidly said, "Jeffrey said you work at Morgan Stanley. I was wondering why you don't have a hint of the Wall Street wolf about you?"
Chris paused and then laughed and asked, "Eric, what do you think the so-called Wall Street wolf should be like?"
Eric thought for a mont and said, "At least it should be aggressive, but I see you more like a ticulous researcher from so laboratory."
Chris shook his head and said, "Eric, you're wrong. The more aggressive the so-called 'Wall Street wolf' is on the surface, the less aggressive it looks. You can take a look at the photos of so of the famous investnt bankers on Wall Street, and almost everyone looks ordinary, so much so that you can't even tell them apart in a crowd.
Eric raised an eyebrow when he heard this opinion for the first ti and asked, "Why do you do that?"
"It's more of a disguise, to fool the enemy and make them lose vigilance," Chris replied.
Eric nodded thoughtfully and asked, "By the way, what do you actually do for a living, Chris?"
"Whatever makes money, of course," Chris said with a smile.
Eric chuckled and asked, "If The Firefly wants to go public, can I find you?"
Chris, upon hearing the question, slightly held back his smile and said, "Eric, whether you are joking or not, if the Firefly is really going to be listed, it must be left to to operate. You must know what this na ans to , and I hope it can develop better."
Seeing Chris so serious, Eric also nodded seriously.
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