Reborn in America: Starting as a California Resident

Half an hour later, a convoy of more than ten black Lincoln sedans slowly drove along the winding California State Route 118.

Along the roadside, golden grass and scattered oak trees create a picturesque scene, and occasionally you can see a few cows grazing leisurely.

The convoy maintained an almost uniform spacing, resembling a tightly packed train.

Inside the convoy are three armored Lincoln Continental Mark V vehicles;

Paul Jr. and Gordon sat in the back of the last car, both with their eyes closed, making the atmosphere inside the car particularly somber and serious.

After a long silence, Gordon, still harboring doubts, finally broke the silence.

He gazed out the car window at the beautiful scenery in the distance, and asked in a calm, low voice, "Eugene, have you discovered something?"

(Paul Jr.'s full name is Eugene Paul Getty; within the family, to distinguish him from his father, he is generally not called Paul in relatively formal settings.)

"no."

Paul shook his head. "But don't you think Henry's manner of speaking just now was very similar to his?"

"he?"

Gordon slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Paul Jr.'s face, as if trying to decipher the deeper meaning behind his words.

"You mean Father?" Gordon asked.

"Yes."

Paul opened his eyes, staring at the roof of the car with a pale face. "Henry's behavior and words today reminded me of him in his prime."

Whether it was their demeanor, their physique, or their ambition for wealth, I couldn't help but connect the two of them.

Gordon was silent for a moment, seemingly recalling bits and pieces of the past.

"My father was indeed a very capable and courageous hero when he was young."

But Henry…

Gordon shook his head. "He just gives me the impression of an innocent child, or an ignorant gambler."

"Ha, a naive gambler?"

Paul chuckled. "Very good adjective!"

But in this dog-eat-dog world, isn't a little bit of adventurous spirit just what's needed?

We were too focused on playing it safe, which led to Getty Oil's current predicament.

Sometimes, ignorance and naiveté can actually take you further.

"Maybe."

Gordon stared at Paul beside him, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent in the face of his somewhat unrestrained remarks.

The reason why the elder Paul favored this third son so much was not only because he bore the name of Paul II;

More importantly, it is the extraordinary talent hidden beneath his unrestrained and unconventional nature.

If it weren't for the twists of fate, how could the leadership of the Getty family have fallen into the hands of Gordon, whose qualifications were relatively mediocre?

He pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "But ignorance and naivety often mean greater risks."

Our current situation no longer allows us to take such a risk—Rockefeller is watching us closely.

"That's why I allow both sides to maintain a certain degree of independence."

The resources we gave Henry don't truly belong to him; he's merely holding them temporarily.

Trying to sit up straight, Paul Jr. gave a slightly tired smile: "What we need to do is sit firmly on the high ground, observe Henry's charge from behind, and provide appropriate support at crucial moments."

"Even if he fails in his business in the future, it will not cause much damage to the main family."

After all, his company has very little connection to his family.

If he succeeds, we can use that as an opportunity to take a big step forward in the technology field and open up new growth points for the family.

We need a new direction.

"I have no objection to your proposal in principle."

Gordon's furrowed brows gradually relaxed after listening to Paul Jr.'s words: "However, the family ship is too big. Even the slightest directional adjustment requires a stable and clear strategic plan."

I need to consult with the family's advisory group.

(A family think tank is a standard feature of upper-class families in Europe and America. It is an important brain of the family and is usually composed of a group of experienced and highly professional social elites.)

"Of course, this is very important!"

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"Mom, your performance was amazing!"

Your emotional delivery was perfect; I think you deserve the Oscar for Best Actress this year.

Meanwhile, Henry and Gloria returned to Montecito in their own convoy.

At this moment, Gloria was nowhere near the fierce and irritable person she had shown at the golf restaurant.

Henry looked at the Columbia equity transfer agreement in his hand and joked with a smile.

Gloria chuckled softly upon seeing this, a hint of smugness on her face.

She gently patted the back of Henry's hand, her eyes full of love and pride: "Henry, you little rascal, you just know how to make your mother happy."

But to be honest, sometimes you really have to put on some acting skills in front of those old foxes.

If you don't show appropriate dissatisfaction when you are treated unfairly, they will only think that they haven't crossed your line yet and will continue to test you relentlessly.

She paused, as if she had thought of something, and then said, "However, Eugene's performance today really shocked me."

He used to really dislike contact with other family members and things, so I really didn't expect him to publicly express his support for you today.

"Yes!" Henry exclaimed.

Before today, due to limited contact with other branches of the Getty family, he had always viewed them through the lens of their later image in the world of money.

In his eyes, Paul Jr. was a rotten person addicted to drugs;

Gordon, on the other hand, is a sophisticated and self-serving scoundrel.

In addition, the various oddities born to these two made him always hold a repulsive attitude towards other branches of the family.

He believed they were stumbling blocks to his climb to the top!

Therefore, he made up his mind early on that he would immediately sever ties with them once he had earned enough capital.

However, after today's encounter, Henry realized that his previous ideas had been too simplistic.

His identity in this life is that of a member of the Getty family, a family that is as pure as can be.

While fulfilling their obligations, they also receive corresponding rewards—the Colombian shares they hold are the best proof of this, a scarce resource that money can hardly buy.

If he falls out with the Getty family, it will be too difficult for him to survive in the United States, an environment teeming with crocodiles!

Only by supporting the deeply entrenched Getty family can he reach the top more quickly and steadily, without worrying about dying a violent death one day.

"Henry, how long until the 20,000 arcade machines you shipped from America arrive?"

"Since the United States is far from Hong Kong, sea freight takes about a month. It's only been half a month now, so there should still be about half a month left!"

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