Reborn in America: Starting as a California Resident

"Ding-dong."

Half an hour later, the specially made brass doorbell on the oak door of the study rang out with a deep and long sound.

The sound seemed to carry the echoes of history, and even through the highly soundproofed wood, it still entered the room clearly.

"Please come in."

Gordon responded by gently pressing a bronze button on the surface of the desk that was inlaid with the family crest.

This seemingly simple device is actually connected to a carefully designed internal communication system—a small walkie-talkie.

It consists of a microphone hidden under the desk and an exquisite brass speaker outside the door, allowing people inside the room to communicate with the outside world without having to open the sturdy door.

This setup not only ensures absolute privacy in the study but also provides a safe and reliable means of communication in emergencies.

With a soft creak, the door slowly opened, and two figures appeared in the doorway: the one in the lead was William Graham, whom the two had been waiting for.

The other is his son, the current butler, Young William Graham.

Old William was wearing a well-tailored pure white silk robe with a bronze badge engraved with the family crest pinned to his collar;

Although the years have left their mark on him, his eyes remain as sharp as ever.

His neatly trimmed white beard added to his air of wisdom, as if he had experienced the ways of the world.

Meanwhile, William, standing beside him, supported his father with near-perfect manners, demonstrating the respect and sense of responsibility that children should have.

Upon seeing William, Henry politely said, "William, please inform Liam to come over; he has the information we need."

"Of course, sir."

William responded respectfully, carefully helped his father into the room, and then quickly went out, gently closing the door behind him again, his movements so light they were almost silent.

Old William held a beautifully carved ivory cane, the top of which was inlaid with a blood-red gem that shimmered with a mysterious light in the candlelight.

He stood at the doorway, looked around, paused slightly when he saw Henry's figure, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Grandpa William."

Henry stood up, walked quickly to the old man's side, and gently took his arm.

Gordon also walked around the table to greet the venerable old man, his voice full of respect, "Good evening, Uncle William, thank you for responding to our request so quickly."

"As a servant of the family, this is what I should do."

Old William nodded slightly and responded in a gentle yet authoritative voice, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"There are indeed some important matters that require your witness."

Henry explained, "I'm so sorry to bother you so late."

"Come, please sit here."

Gordon led old William to a chair covered with soft leather and pulled it out for him.

Old William nodded slightly in thanks, then slowly sat down, his movements slow yet elegant.

He leaned his cane to the side, placed his hands folded on his knees, displaying the composure and steadiness unique to an old man who has experienced the world.

"Recently, Henry discovered an ancient gold mine, the amount of which is extremely large... This is an opportunity that could change the fate of our family, and we need your witness and support."

Just as Gordon finished recounting everything that had happened that night, there were light footsteps at the door again.

The next moment, the study door slowly opened again.

Liam strode into the room with a stack of documents, bowed to everyone, and respectfully presented the documents to Henry.

"Gentlemen, this is the detailed data I have collected and organized regarding the secret gold treasure."

It clearly marks the exact location of the hidden treasure, as well as our initial assessment of its value.

Oh my god!

Henry, you are truly outstanding.

God bless the Getty family!

Old William took the documents handed to him by Henry and the photos handed to him by Gordon, quickly glanced through a few pages, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Such enormous wealth is indeed an opportunity to change the fate of the family.

In that case, let's quickly confirm all the details. Once everything is confirmed to be correct, we can sign the formal agreement.

"I wonder how long it will take?" Henry asked.

"At most one day."

Old William thought for a moment and then confirmed.

"Okey."

With William's promise on the spot, Henry was not afraid that Gordon would take this opportunity to change his mind.

Henry knew that when it came to such important decisions, especially those involving the family's vital interests, old William's presence was like a pillar of stability.

As the godson of Henry's great-grandfather and a brother of old Paul who had risked his life for him, the opinions and decisions made by the other party had a significant impact on the entire family.

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Days in Tokyo;

Hidden in a quiet alley not far north of Nintendo's headquarters is an izakaya called "Murakami".

This mid-sized izakaya is unassuming; its understated appearance blends almost seamlessly with the surrounding buildings during the day, making it difficult for passersby to notice.

However, as night falls and the lights gradually come on, "Murakami" magically transforms into a world full of warmth and vitality.

The soft glow of lanterns spilled onto the wooden tables and chairs, and the air was filled with the aroma of grilled chicken skewers and the rich scent of sake. The lively conversations of the customers created a harmonious symphony, like a vivid summer night scene.

However, in this very cubicle, which exudes the charm of old Tokyo, Junpei Yokoi—the current head of Nintendo's First Development Division—is lost in thought, facing a half-empty jug of sake.

As a leading figure in the development of arcade games and other hardware, his daily life is almost entirely occupied by work, constantly leading his team to explore new creative and technological boundaries.

The reason I'm breaking with convention and coming here to drown my sorrows late at night is because Yokoi Junpei is currently under unprecedented pressure.

A few hours earlier, he had received a stern interrogation and reprimand from the president, Hiroshi Yamauchi. Those words were like sharp blades, deeply piercing his already exhausted heart.

"How do you do things?"

"Is this how you're supposed to squander the company's human resources and resources?"

"You can't even plagiarize properly, you're utterly useless!"

......

As a man whose mission is innovation, he never imagined that one day the originality of his ideas would be questioned.

For five months, he and his team poured their hearts and souls into designing an arcade game with jumping and climbing as its core gameplay.

They were all ready to joyfully welcome success, but fate played such a cruel joke on them.

A Hong Kong "sci-fi arcade" company that had just established a branch in Tokyo a little over half a month ago had already launched an almost identical game, Donkey Kong, before him!

Apart from slight differences in the names of the game characters, everything else, from the rules to the character settings, is strikingly similar to his design.

What's even more infuriating is that the game quickly became a hit after its release, becoming a hot product on the market, with daily sales reaching an astonishing 1500 units at its peak.

Faced with such a blow, how could Yokoi not feel frustrated?

Although he insisted that his idea was original, it all seemed so powerless compared to the facts before him!

And so, one cup after another;

After ordering another bottle of sake from the waiter, Yokoi recalled those days and nights of hard work, every detail, every discussion, every drawing...

Unfortunately, all of that has now vanished.

He hissed and screamed, "What did I do wrong?"