America's No. 1 financial conglomerate

Chapter 659 An object of envy for the younger generation

Walking side by side with Massim through the main entrance of the Kennedy family's main building, we found the interior to be resplendent and opulent, a completely different world from the outside.

The marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the dazzling light from the crystal chandelier hanging from the dome, and the air was filled with the mixed fragrance of ancient wood.

Directly in front of him, a group of people walked towards him. The man in the lead was in his forties, with a tall and strong build, broad shoulders and a thick back, and a gentle smile on his face.

He, like Anne, had sky-blue eyes, and was being held by Anne's arm; he must be Anne's father, Adam Kennedy.

However, Ernst's heart sank at this moment; it wasn't a good feeling.

Because the other person had an ordinary appearance and a donkey-like face, they could be described as ugly.

Anne's father was like that, and Sandy Weir wasn't particularly good-looking either, yet both of them had a daughter who was exceptionally beautiful and had an outstanding temperament.

In an instant, he began to worry about what Katie would look like when she grew up.

"Welcome to Boston, distinguished guests from the West Coast." Adam Kennedy's voice was loud and warm. "I am Adam, Anne's father."

He extended his right hand and looked at Ernst with an open and honest gaze.

Ernst quickly composed himself, a smile appearing on his face. He extended his hand and said, "Hello, Adam Ernst Garfield. Just call me Ernst. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The two shook hands, and the other person even took the initiative to hug them, closing the distance between them.

"Come, let me introduce you." Adam Kennedy released the hug and gestured to the men beside him. "This is Peter Lodge, Bob Lowell, John Adams, and Ronan."

In addition to the heads of the five most influential families in the Boston Consortium all being present, Gorell Cabot of the Cabot family was also there.

This family is a legend in the New England shipping industry. They later keenly recognized the development potential of the chemical and oil industries and have become very important in these two sectors in New England.

Their family's Cabot Corporation is one of the world's largest producers of carbon black, a core raw material for tires and inks.

It's not just carbon black, but also metal powders and special materials, and they're all produced on a large scale.

The special materials that Raytheon needs are supplied by them.

After Gorelle Cabot, Adam Kennedy pointed to another refined-looking man, "This is Wayne Forbes of the Forbes family."

This is not the Forbes family from Forbes magazine, but the Forbes family that started with opium, later went into shipping with the Cabot family, and then transformed into railroads and media. They are also an important family in the Boston financial group.

The Forbes family was one of the key players in the Everett resort, as they owned a considerable amount of land there due to their early involvement in the railroad business.

"Rob Hale, you should have met his grandson."

After Ernst greeted the other person, a young man behind him took the initiative to say, "Long time no see, Ernst."

Ross Hale was one of the second-generation rich kids that Massim introduced him to during his last visit to Boston.

The Boston consortium and the capital behind his entry into the Premier League and acquisition of Southampton were backed by the Hale family.

As far as he knew, the person now running Southampton was Ross Hale.

Apart from Ross Hale, almost all of the younger generation of the Boston consortium who were in Boston were present.

After greeting them first, I watched Ernst walking with his elders, surrounded by admirers, chatting and laughing. It would be a lie to say I wasn't envious.

A person lives only once, and should strive to be like Ernst.

Unfortunately, they didn't understand that phrase and could only express it with "damn it."

"When will I be able to be that cool?" A young man in his early twenties looked at Ernst's departing figure, his eyes sparkling with longing.

"Are you hoping Uncle Lowell dies soon?" Kenyon Lawrence, Ronan Lawrence's son, joked from the side.

These scions of established families don't need the ability to conquer empires.

Their parents have laid a solid foundation for them, accumulating substantial wealth and extensive connections. Their core mission in this life is to safeguard this family business and ensure that the family's status and interests are not harmed.

To be able to stand on equal footing with the elders of various families at such an age, like Ernst, there are only two possibilities.

One scenario is that the previous head of the family dies unexpectedly, and as heirs, they are able to inherit the family's position in the Boston conglomerate as the family patriarch, thereby gaining leverage to communicate with the older generation.

Another example is Ernst, who started with tens of millions of dollars and built a multi-billion dollar business empire in a short period of time, earning everyone's respect through absolute strength.

Forget about Ernst.

In the history of the United States, and even the world, there is only one person who has accumulated wealth at such a rapid pace.

Besides, even if they were given the chance, they wouldn't dare to take the plunge.

They've made it through, even without any merit; the future head of the family position was always theirs.

But if we fail, our position will be shaken, and the losses will outweigh the gains.

Therefore, the only other possibility is that the son follows in his father's footsteps.

"What do you think would happen if I told Uncle Lowell what you were thinking?" Kenyon Lawrence said in a threatening tone, his eyes full of mischievous smile.

"You'll die a horrible death," Silas Lowell retorted viciously, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

"Oh?" Kenyon Lawrence was quite surprised, not expecting the other party to dare to talk back to him so forcefully. He immediately teased, "You still dare to talk to me like this at a time like this? I can almost hear the sound of Uncle Lowell's whip cracking."

As soon as Kenyon finished speaking, many of the young men around him couldn't help but laugh good-naturedly, while some looked at Silas Lowell with a hint of sympathy in their eyes.

Of all these families, the Lowell family's direct descendants are the most prosperous.

Although Bob's father only had him and his sister, Bob was exceptionally gifted and treated his wife like a sow, fathering five sons and a daughter.

So, in Bob's words, "If you don't hit them, they won't learn their lesson. If you beat them up, there are always others in line. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Hmph, what's so great about him? He just got lucky." A soft snort interrupted their playful banter.

Not only the two of them, but all the other younger people also looked at Winnie.

If they remember correctly, today should be the first day the two of them met, right?

What's going on?

Seeing Winnie already taking steps to follow, the group exchanged glances, though some looked on with amusement.