The photography technology these days shouldn't be put to use in ways it shouldn't be, right? Sheffield had to think about this. It wasn't until the girl opened the door to leave that he slowly said, "Aren't you a little too young?"

"Your father and I are a loyal man. When I was your age, I liked young women. I still like young women at this age. Besides, I am not old now." Harry Sheffield turned to the mirror and said:

He had an expression on his face, as if he was trapped in his own delusion.

"At this age, I thought I would become more traditional." Sheffield grinned secretly. If you weren't rich and multi-millionaire, could you embrace a woman who is about the same age as your son?

"Now I am very shocked by the loss of traditional culture. After all, France has a long history of mistress culture. These women always sleep with men anyway, why not with me?" Harry Sheffield put down the empty cup in his hand and said lazily,

"I have lived in a superior environment since I was a child. There is no difference at all if my family has more property than mine, so why do I have to live so hard? Isn't it better to leave time to enjoy life?"

"I don't like the life my mother planned for me. You should join the Texas Club when you go to school. Don't look at me like that. I also joined when I was in school." Harry Sheffield shrugged helplessly, "At that time

How could I dare to resist my mother's plan? I followed my mother's ideas step by step and lived a life I didn't like until I got married, you were born, and your mother passed away. I couldn't bear it anymore and decided to live for myself.

"

Harry Sheffield was like a talkative woman. Maybe he was very happy to see his son and started chattering endlessly. He was full of depression about his life when he was young and found an indefensible excuse for his current life.

"But if you continue like this, you won't be able to live like this in a wealthy family." Sheffield didn't agree with his cheap father's point of view, but he didn't know where to start if he wanted to refute it.

"Isn't that because you are here? Think about it, when I was young, I relied on my mother to support me, and at this age, I rely on my son to support me. Both my previous generation and the next generation are very capable. According to my life, how easy it is."

Harry Sheffield thought very proudly, "I don't care about the family's property. If you like it, you can inherit it directly. Anyway, based on my understanding of my mother, I will probably give it to you directly without my share.

And you don’t have to worry about someone competing with you for your inheritance. I don’t have an illegitimate child. I have two illegitimate daughters in Paris. They won’t compete with you or anything. I won’t agree to it. Even if they want to do something, my mother won’t.

It will cause trouble."

Harry Sheffield spoke calmly and calmly, with a kind of detachment as if he was eating hard and eating hard. Anyway, that's how he got through it.

"If this scumbag hadn't been my father, would I have pulled out a gun and killed him?" Sheffield closed his mouth and took a few deep breaths before feeling a little better. This second-generation heir has simply affected the citizens of the United States.

Europe's image is simply an insult to America.

Harry Sheffield didn't think much about it. He was still looking through his phone records, and his finger lingered on a name called Susan, "This is a countess from the Second Empire. She seems to have a good relationship with the judicial department."

"During the Second Empire? The nephew of Napoleon who lost to Germany?" Sheffield shook his head and smiled bitterly. Does this count as using the sword of the previous dynasty to kill the officials of this dynasty?

"Don't talk about Germany in front of the French, eh? And the British, they will be unhappy. Also, European countries attach great importance to aristocracy and are proud of it." Harry Sheffield took the treasured phone book

She put them away and said seductively, "Of course when they are lying on the bed, they are no different from ordinary women. Since my son, you finally came to Paris once, I will help you this time. Rest, I will go out first."

It was almost time, and there was still a cocktail party! Harry Sheffield took out his pocket watch and felt that he still couldn't delay his business.

"Hey!" Sheffield felt that placing his hopes on his father seemed to be a wrong decision.

Boom! Harry Sheffield turned back again in less than ten seconds, stretched out his hand and said, "I decided to hold a cocktail party and invite some celebrities. This is for family affairs. Do you want to give me some funds for the event?"

"Do we need to distinguish it so clearly?" Sheffield said with a look on his face, "Are you kidding me?" He said exaggeratedly, "You gave me more surprises today than I have ever encountered in my life. What did I think was going on in this life?"

It didn’t even shock me, now it seems I was wrong!”

"How much!" Sheffield looked impatient and took out the deposit certificate of the Bank of France. Who asked this person to be his father?

But he also knew that it would not work without money. You must know that France is nicknamed usurious imperialism. This trend was already very obvious earlier than 1895, not to mention 1895.

Because financiers are unwilling to invest most of their capital in developing domestic industry and agriculture, they would rather export capital in the form of loans abroad, so that they can obtain larger and guaranteed profits. Speculation on the Paris Stock Exchange has an unprecedented scale

, it was during the Second Empire that the Paris Stock Exchange became one of the most important financial centers in the world. Bankers, financiers, and big industrialists made a fortune by speculating on the exchange.

This situation continues now. This does not mean that France is useless except for finance. It depends on who it is compared with. Apart from being inferior to Britain and Germany, France is still a well-known presence in Europe.

The French people are fully invested, which is why Harry Sheffield quickly established a foothold in Paris. Moreover, the environment here is much better than that in London, especially for him.

There is no shortage of halls for hosting cocktail parties in Paris, and Harry is obviously an expert at it. He introduces guests to his son one after another, without caring about Sheffield's cologne-smeared confusion.

"There are financiers, bankers, nobles, and factory owners here!" Harry was still introducing the guests to his son. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw a mother and daughter dressed as noble ladies walking over. He said very happily, "Earl

Madam and young lady, it’s been a long time.”

The Countess glanced at Harry Sheffield, nodded slightly and said in a voice that could be heard by the two of them, "You used to call me Susan, but now you call me Countess. After a while, this person will no longer be found."

"How could it be? Harry will never forget Madam's long-term care." Harry Sheffield raised his eyebrows and said tacitly, "Madam is really becoming more and more attractive."

"Smooth talk!" Susan muttered, holding her daughter's hand and following Harry Sheffield into the hall.
Chapter completed!