"Master, do you think?" John Connor was hesitant to ask what to do next. They knew very well that Annabelle had the final say in this family, and they would listen to whomever Mrs. Anna told them to listen to.

, it won’t matter just because Harry Sheffield is the heir of the previous generation.

"Find a place to sit down first!" Sheffield had to admit that he was different from his old father. He had not inherited this gift of being all-rounded. He said incomprehensively, "Aren't we in Texas conservative in our folk customs?"

After finding a seat and sitting down, Sheffield watched his old father perform to his heart's content, walking among various ladies and ladies. It felt like he had been among thousands of flowers, but as long as there was a good result in the end, this was not unacceptable.

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Sheffield feels that European patent authorization is extremely important. He will naturally invent or invest in some products that have not yet appeared in this era, but this does not mean that patent authorization is not important. A two-pronged approach is the best. Patent authorization and invention and creation are both missing.

No. Although the United States firmly believes in the arrival of the American Century, Sheffield does not believe that the citizens of the United States are smarter than other countries.

The import of high-end European talents is very important to the United States in this era. No one can deny this. And he has long felt that it is time to close the upward channels of the United States and let the bastards stay in their positions.

In order to achieve the goal of stability above all else, he may promote happy education at the appropriate time and destroy the education system of the United States, which is still good in this era, so that there is no need to worry about someone breaking through the big filter and occupying resources.

Although cutting off other people's legs may not necessarily make you run faster, this is a worse world. After cutting off other people's legs, he can completely cross the finish line. No matter if they are useful or not, cut him first.

Let’s talk about it later.

While Sheffield was still thinking about how to put stability above all else, Harry Sheffield had already gone to the dance floor with the countess, and they were rubbing each other's ears. "The British guys are so bullying. I'll make you angry."

Susan danced to Harry Sheffield's steps, her eyes full of affection, "Don't be angry, there are so many guests here today, be happy."

"Sooner or later, we have to give the British a hard time! We, the United States, are not easy to mess with." Harry Sheffield said proudly, "This matter won't end like this, just watch. By the way, give me a recommendation later.

Officials from the judicial department, I have something to discuss with them."

"Please finish this dance with me first. We haven't seen each other for such a long time." Susan put a hand on the man's back, her movements were very ambiguous.

Harry Sheffield's expression suddenly turned cloudy, and he said coldly, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"No way!" Susan glanced at you and whispered, "I just like your strong look."

"Isn't this French branch losing money all the year round?" Sheffield felt his heart bleed when he thought of the funds he had spent in such a grand ceremony. He directly took care of the person in charge in Paris and came over to ask his old father about his expenditure in Paris.

Condition.

"Actually, that's not the case. It can be considered a balance of payments. Under normal circumstances, it's true that we don't make any money at the end of the year." Rich Martin, the head of the French branch, came over and reported softly.

"That's true!" Sheffield nodded in confusion, and the bleeding feeling in his heart subsided a little. Of course he felt distressed, he is the heir of the Sheffield family, and an old man socializing with a group of ladies and ladies, then

It's just his father.

This cocktail party had no results until the end, if not for the fact that the old man kept the countess back in the apartment.

"Don't be anxious. You must know that being too anxious is not good! It takes time to smooth the relationship." At noon the next day, the old man who sent the countess out of the apartment brushed his teeth in the mirror and signaled to the child that you should be patient and calm down. Everything is under my control.

Under control.

"Unblocking is a good word!" Sheffield clasped his hands on his chest, leaned against the bathroom door and said angrily, "My father must have been exhausted this night."

"It's all for the sake of my family's career. I can still stand it." Harry Sheffield waved his hand, spit out the water in his mouth, tilted his head and said with an expression that all men understand, "I think Susan's daughter is quite suitable.

Are you interested? Do you want me to create an opportunity for you?"

"I am your son!" Sheffield rolled his eyes and reminded the old father who didn't know what he was thinking.

"It's still your biological child!" Harry Sheffield nodded solemnly, "But these are two problems. You are almost the same age. Relax when you need to and learn more from me. It won't do you any harm. You said this person is really strange.

Susan is a social butterfly. She takes her daughter to and from drinking parties every day, but she supervises her daughter very strictly. Isn’t this a smart move?"

"If you listen to what you said, it seems like this." Sheffield was stunned and immediately came to his senses. He was led astray again, and he reminded, "I have other plans this time, and I don't have enough time.

"

"I'm familiar with Europe! It will save you more time if I arrange your itinerary." He sprayed himself with rich cologne again, and Harry Sheffield got dressed neatly, "Actually, don't you think about it, Susan's daughter has a title.

Yes, many wealthy people in the United States now choose to marry European aristocrats."

"I am patriotic!" Sheffield said concisely, "And there is no need to do this. I am not a licker."

"Whatever you want!" Harry Sheffield dressed up and left the apartment like a dog. He said without looking back, "There will be many guests coming to the apartment in the evening. Let's talk about the stakes here first.

Then we’ll figure out how to achieve our goals.”

"When I came to Europe, I realized how simple and kind the United States was in this era." Sheffield's eyes were on the oil painting at the corner upstairs. The theme of the oil painting was very straightforward, a naked body lying on the bed.

Female. Wearing a ribbon on her head, a pendant around her neck, a bracelet on her wrist, and silk slippers on her feet. Sitting on the bed at her feet is a black cat.

"I wonder where I have seen this painting before? Is it very famous?" Sheffield walked up the Y-shaped staircase and looked at it carefully, hands behind his back, "Olympia?"

"Master, the carriage is ready! Huh?" John Connor pushed open the door without saying hello, and happened to see Sheffield bending down to admire a bold oil painting.

The atmosphere became very awkward. Sheffield looked back at the savior who was staring at him, and said with a dry smile, "Do you think this painting is authentic?"
Chapter completed!