The charity auction was held at the Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills. In the gorgeously decorated oval ballroom No. 3, celebrities and gentlemen sat around a round table. During the performance of the orchestra, they chatted with each other in low voices, polite and polite. Reserved and… dull.
Angela held a lady's handbag that she hadn't used for hundreds of years in both hands, and she was wearing a long royal blue dress, which set off her body perfectly. led down to a round table.
"How are you, Steve." Jared shook hands with the middle-aged man who stood up.
"Not bad, you look good too, Jared." The other party responded with a smile, he parted his hair, wore round-piece rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his iconic dangling nose looked very energetic.
On the other side, Elena also greeted the other's wife: "Hi, Lauren, you look so beautiful tonight."
"Forget it, Elena, I know myself, the word "beautiful" is more suitable for you." The other party's wife said with a smile.
And Angela is naturally... "Hey, Angie, you are getting more and more attractive, and in a few years, you will steal the limelight from this occasion." The girl with long straight brown hair covered her mouth and smiled Said first.
"You're too attractive, Sally." Angela said solemnly, shook hands with her, then pulled her to her ear and said fiercely, "Don't make fun of me, Sally! You know Yes, if it wasn't for the charity auction, I wouldn't be here!" However, the other party just smiled and didn't speak.
They sat down with them and chatted with each other about topics of interest.
"After NeXT lost money, although I closed the hardware division. But the software division is quite good. Leaving Apple has made my world wider. How about it, Jared, are you interested in investing?" Steve asked Jared Talk about company affairs.
"You know, Elena, I personally think that the Falling Poem you designed is the best, and I really like that style of necklace." Lauren and Elena talked about jewelry.
But there is so much to talk about between the kids. From how you dress up to the occasional joke, you can talk for a few minutes. Especially for Angela, the star who grew up together, Sally gives full play to the gossip nature of women. And Angela is also answering questions. Just because Sally is her true meaning, and her best friend recognized by her parents!
The relationship between the two girls can no longer be described as intimate. You must know that Sally is even often brought to various banquets by Angela's parents. Of course, this has nothing to do with her father being a billionaire, the founder of Apple, Steve Jobs.
The upper class has the rules of the upper class. Even if Jared once betrayed this class, in the eyes of the parents, Jessica and Angela are very, very close, but they are not considered their daughter's best friends. Only girls from the British aristocracy or the American elite have this qualification.
Of course, Angela scoffed at this. She has never liked this kind of tone, so whether in the UK or the US, although there are a few friends in this circle, they are only able to talk.
And whether Jessica, Lindsay or Natalie, Angela has nothing to do with them. But there are always other emotional factors that influence her, and make her treat them like a friend, so they can't be her best friends.
The only exception is Sally, and it's fun to talk about the cause. When Angela was only a few months old, the Jobs family came to visit them. Sally, who was only two years old, pointed to the baby girl in the crib and slurred. Her mother said, I want this doll! If it weren't for the uncontrollable body at that time, Angela's eyes would definitely be like flipping cards.
In this way, according to someone's "bargaining" statement, the two girls thoroughly... mixed up, and Angela could swear in the name of her previous life that she never had any other thoughts about Sally, even She used to tell each other secretly. She was a very, very "strong" man in a previous life. Of course, in exchange, the other party laughed outright.
"I'm going to New York during the summer vacation. I'm going to accompany my grandparents. I won't make any movies, but the record will be released." Angela said and shook her head, "Let's change the subject, Sally, don't keep asking these questions, okay? ? You are not my FANS."
"Maybe I'm not sure," Sally giggled, "To be honest, I really like your songs, and the movie, the Sixth Sense, you did a really good job, I When I watched it, I forgot that it was you who was acting."
"Well, is this your compliment?" Angela spread her hands.
"Of course, but I'm really curious, why would you act in a movie, Mr. Jared would not object." Sally shrugged, then looked at her father, "If it were my father, he would not allow it. I'm going to the entertainment industry."
"Because I want to go, I know what to do and what not to do, that's all, Dad is against it? Then refute him!" Angela said triumphantly, and then changed the subject, "Let's talk about something else Well, like high school? I'm going to Beverly High in September."
"High school life? Forget it. If you want to go to a famous university, you have to study hard. It will be much more tiring than middle school, but if you don't want to..." Sally shook her head and said, and then she changed the subject: "By the way, Angie, Andrew Stanton made a short 3D animation for me, it was cute, I was wondering if I could make one for you too?"
"Sally, do you have a boyfriend?" Angela blinked.
"I knew you would guess. He's Dad's subordinate, Pixar's all-rounder. I'll tell you secretly, he kinda likes me." Lisa said with a smile.
"Wait, you said Pixar? The Pixar animation company that made short animations?" Angela asked suddenly.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Sally asked strangely.
"No, it's nothing... I'm just thinking, what if they make a long 3D animation..." Angela said hesitantly.
Sally continued to ask, but at this time the host announced that the auction had begun. So she put that thought aside for the time being. One by one, the donated items were put up for auction, and there were many interesting things, such as a set of exquisite porcelain collections, which attracted the attention of many people.
However, Angela's attention was not on this, her mind was all on what Sally said just now, she found a good opportunity to make money! Invest in Pixar now!
If it wasn't for music and movies, she almost forgot about it. Angela, who likes every animation of Pixar, knows a little about the history of Pixar's development. Pixar in 1994 is at a low point. It wasn't until after "Toy Story" in 1995 that it soared into the sky. I didn't expect this. It was a failure. You must know that Steve Jobs is their boss! As long as it is successful with its own capital injection and the script for "Toy Story" is written, then Pixar can take off earlier. So…
Just when Angela was thinking confidently, the host's voice suddenly entered her ears: "This is a Sony D-777 CD player, brand new and a concept machine, the only one, made by AI Donated by Miss Lisa Kennedy, bidding starts at $500."
Angela hurriedly looked forward, the silver-gray round CD player was placed diagonally on the table, and the reflected light had a very metallic texture, which made her fancy at a glance. Another reason for the girl to come to the auction is to choose a gift for Natalie, knowing that she has never given her anything for so many years. Even if it was her birthday, it was just a card and a phone call.
However, if the gift is too expensive, Natalie will definitely not accept it, and Angela has no time to do it herself like Jessica or Lindsay, so she had to choose at the auction. The money is used for charity activities, I believe Natalie will not refuse.
At this point someone had already raised a sign.
"600!" cried the auctioneer.
Angela followed and raised the sign that she had already held in her hand. She remembered that Natalie liked to listen to music, so it would be nice to give this to her, plus her own record.
Several more bids followed, and after the girl stabilized, she raised the sign again when no one called again.
"1000!" the auctioneer called in response, and after a pause, no one was bidding again, so he asked, "It's $1,000 now. No. 65. Once, is there any higher?"
Soon, he saw a sign raised in front of a round table, and hurriedly shouted: "1100."
Angela frowned, then raised the sign again.
But the other party immediately raised the sign.
The girl calmly raised the sign again.
But as if against her, the other party immediately raised a sign.
Angela sighed and looked at the round table. There was a girl about her own age sitting at the table not far away. She was wearing a pink Barbie suit and stared at her with bright eyes. He smiled and waved to Angela, his expression full of expectations.
I knew it was her! The girl thought angrily, how could she have come to Los Angeles? Summer vacation
Angela didn't make any more bids. She knew that no matter what she called, the guy would continue to increase the price. She didn't want to entangle with that grinder. After asking three times in a row, the auctioneer made a final decision: "$1,500, sold, congratulations to No. 89. Miss!"
"It's her again?" Lisa also found the girl.
"There's no one else but her." Angela waved her hand helplessly as a greeting.
The auction continued, and there was nothing the girl wanted for the time being, so Angela was a little bored.
"Excuse me," she said softly to Sally, then stood up and walked to the bathroom.
The famous wealthy woman in the previous life, the heir to the Hilton Hotel, was too impressed. The girl frowned, reached under the faucet, cool water flowed out automatically, surrounded her slender hands, and calmed down a bit. Mixing up with that person will cause trouble in the future. In fact... it's already troublesome now.
The door was pushed open gently.
"Hi, Angela. How are you?" A familiar and troublesome voice came from behind, and Paris Hilton Shiran came to the sink and sorted out her clothes.
She said to herself: "You know, I don't think the designers of the hotel have considered the girl's psychology. I hope they will open up an independent girls' bathroom, with pink as the keynote, for every girl who comes in to use it. The mood has become brighter and brighter." The natural sense of superiority is fully revealed.
"That's a great idea, Paris." Angela said casually.
However, the other party actually thought about it: "I can also decorate the open part of it into an opera house. The standard Hilton hotel is too monotonous. It will definitely be very popular! Will you be the first guest? Angie pull?"
"Maybe." Angela said noncommittally, "Okay. I'm leaving."
"Wait, Angela," Paris stopped her, "you don't blame me for taking the CD player, do you?"
Angela's mouth twitched, but she still replied, "No!"
"That's great, I thought you'd be mad at me." Paris pretended to be relieved. But the cunning and smugness in his eyes could not be concealed.
The girl didn't bother to say anything more to her, she waved her hand to say goodbye, but the other party immediately grabbed her again: "Are you free in the summer vacation? Maybe we can go out for a walk together, oh, your eyes are always so charming, you know Well, I always think, it would be nice if I could be just like you."
"Thank you for the... compliment, Paris." Angela heard a chill, looking at the girl in front of her. She really didn't want to have too much interaction with her. In fact, she didn't have any bad feelings towards her, but the memory of Paris Hilton's style in her previous life was too deep.
"Okay. I'm going back now, we all have our own arrangements, don't we? So let's talk about it later." Angela tried her best to keep her smile, then turned and walked out of the bathroom, not to look at the disappointment of the other party.
Back at the round table, the auctioneer is showing a set of Russian handmade nesting dolls. It is a collection of a certain lady. There are 5 of them in the family. It is very beautifully made, and it is also a custom-made kind. The price starts at 100 US dollars.
After thinking about it, Angela felt that this thing is not bad, and Natalie should like it too, so she raised the sign.
After several bids, it has reached $600. The girl's bid was the highest, and no one competed with her.
"$600 the first time, $600 the second time." The auctioneer was about to raise his hammer. Another sign was raised, and he hurriedly called out:
Even knowing who it was with her knees, Angela frowned slightly and held up the sign, but Paris seemed to be going against her. Every time she increased the price, the other party would definitely increase it. Added to the price of 1500.
Angela bit her lip, gave up again, and looked at the other party again, while Paris made an embarrassing gesture to her, as if she was sorry. Was she going against herself on purpose, or was she trying to attract her own attention
The auction is still going on, but the next items are not suitable for gifts. Although Angela is very patient, she can't help being a little irritable. Maybe she shouldn't give in just now.
Finally, another item entered her eyes.
"This is a crystal bracelet donated by Mrs. Shirley Crouch. There are 14 crystals in total. Each crystal is exactly the same size, and each has a micro-engraving. The starting price is $1,000."
The channeling crystal bracelet shone under the light, and every light seemed to flow on the crystal grains, very beautiful, Angela nodded secretly, and raised the sign first.
But just as she expected, Paris also immediately raised the sign.
This time, Angela won't let her be presumptuous any more, and directly raised the sign and shouted: "10,000!"
The auctioneer was slightly surprised, but he continued, "10,000!"
There were some whispers among the guests, and they all turned their attention to Angela. Paris's face was a little ugly, and she bit her lip and looked at her father Richard beside her. Hilton, biting his father's ear pleadingly, held up the sign after getting permission and shouted: "20,000"
As soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, Angela had raised the sign again. Called directly: "50,000!"
The whispering grew louder, and Sally couldn't help but whispered, "Angie, you are so bad!"
"It doesn't matter, dear, I earned it myself, didn't I?" Angela smiled and shrugged, as she said, compared to girls of the same age, she has her own private property, as long as her father allows, It's up to you how you want to use it and where you use it.
Paris hesitated, looking like she wanted to make another bid, but her father Richard held her arm, so Angela finally got the crystal bracelet, which she didn't notice. Paris' face had a look of grievance and want to cry. As Angela had guessed before, the other party just wanted to attract her attention, but...
After coming out of the VIP passage at the New York Airport, Grandpa's driver, Mr. Donald, was already waiting outside.
"Welcome to New York, Mr. Frank, Miss Angela." The other party said, taking the luggage from Frank's hand.
"Hello, Mr. Donald. How is Grandpa?" Angela responded politely, wearing a straw hat, her golden brown hair still tucked into the hat. There are small sunglasses on the bridge of the nose, which looks very refreshing.
"Mr. and Mrs. go out for a walk every day recently, and they are in good spirits." Donald, who was walking in front, replied.
"In that case, I can rest assured." Angela was relieved a little and got into the car with her uncle.
"Mr. Donald, please take me to Rockefeller Center." Frank said at this time.
"Okay, sir." Donald nodded. Started the car.
Angela glanced at her uncle before saying, "Can't you visit grandpa first? Uncle Frank?"
"Actually I really want to, dear, but I have important business with your godfather, and I want to settle this first before visiting Mr. Crest, Brian has called me several times. , you know, Jolie has finished filming, and I can fly directly from Los Angeles to London with her." Frank explained.
"Okay. I'm just asking." The girl shrugged. Then flicked his finger: "Well, I'll go with you too. Anyway, I've never been to Godfather's company to see it."
"It's up to you." Frank didn't object.
The car soon arrived at Rockefeller Center, a 22-acre activity area surrounded by 19 buildings, known as one of the greatest urban plans of the 20th century. It is beautifully designed and reasonably arranged. It is the office location of many group companies.
After finding a place to park, the girl and her uncle entered the International Building and took the elevator to the 22nd floor, where the Brian Land Fund Company is located.
"Hello, do you need any help?" The receptionist was a beautiful lady.
"Yes, I have an appointment with Mr. Benjamin, you can check it out, Frank Albert." Frank nodded.
"Wait a minute... Yes, Mr. Albert, here's your name, can you wait a little in the reception room inside? Mr. Benjamin has an appointment going on."
"Okay, no problem," Frank said, and walked inside with the girl.
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Albert." The lady stopped him hurriedly, and then looked at the girl with some embarrassment.
Frank smiled and made a reassuring gesture: "Don't worry Miss, this is my niece and one of the people Mr. Benjamin wants to see. She won't cause any trouble." Angela also waved her hand in cooperation.
The lady hesitated for a while, then nodded: "Okay, please be careful."
One big and one small entered the reception room together. The inside is a completely different space. The outside is bright and tidy, but there is no natural light inside. It is completely dark. The tall oak door makes the whole room appear empty and oppressive.
"Could it be that the offices of investors on the east coast like to be decorated like this, so that they can get a head start?" Frank said teasingly, looking at the room.
"Perhaps because he always has a place of unconfidence in his heart and needs to use the environment to strengthen it?" Angela guessed her godfather maliciously.
"Actually, that's a tactic that some people like to do." A voice came from the sofa.
Only then did the two daredevils realize that there was still a person sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper and covering his face completely.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't notice that there is another gentleman here." Frank apologized quickly.
"It's okay, I'm used to being ignored anyway." The man shrugged and put down the newspaper. He was about 40 years old, angular and confident, but he was self-deprecating at the corners of his mouth, looking very disappointed.
At this time, Angela had already called out: "Uncle Vincent?!"