Eric sighed: "I can't say a word or two, anyway, I just got together. I'm just glad that the two of them didn't burn my house down these days."
Jeffrey on the other end of the phone laughed again, and then said: "You must be uncomfortable at home, it's almost dinner time, why don't you come to my place for a meal, and just meet Chris?"
Eric was just bored looking for someone to chat for a few days, and didn't want to disturb Jeffrey enjoying the family happiness, so he asked hesitantly: "Is this appropriate?"
"Why is it inappropriate? It's a festival. Of course, the more people there, the better. My place is so deserted all year round. It would be better if you come here. By the way, if you want, you can bring those two girls with you."
Eric thought that the two girls would never quarrel with each other in front of outsiders, so he agreed: "Then I'll go there now?"
"Hurry up, it's okay to hang up, the oven in the kitchen is still on." After Jeffrey finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately without waiting for Eric to respond.
Eric put down the microphone, went back to the bedroom, changed his clothes and went downstairs.
Drew and Aniston, who were vying for the dominance of the TV, saw Eric walking down the stairs in a formal dress, and felt vigilant at the same time.
"Eric, where are you going?" The two girls asked in unison.
Eric put on a displeased look and said, "You two are making too much noise, I decided to spend Thanksgiving in another place."
"No!" The two girls sprang up from the sofa together, walked to Eric's side in three or two steps, held his arms firmly on the left and right, then glared at each other, and said in unison again: "It's all to blame. you!"
Eric rubbed his temples. Said: "Okay. Stop arguing. Just now Jeffrey called and invited me to his house for dinner. Which one of you will go?"
"Me!" Still in unison.
"Okay, in ten minutes, go change your clothes, and no one will take the ink stains with you."
There was a loud noise, and Drew and Aniston disappeared around the corner of the stairs together.
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Driving to Jeffrey's house, Eric rang the doorbell, and the door quickly opened from the inside.
One was wearing a serious suit. The young man who looked somewhat similar to Jeffrey but was much taller than Jeffrey opened the door, glanced at the three people outside the door, showed a faint smile, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Williams .”
"Just call me Eric," Eric stretched out his hand and shook the young man in front of him, "I'm glad to meet you too, Chris."
Chris Hansen nodded to the two girls again, took the red wine handed over by Eric and said, "Come in, please."
The three of them walked in with Chris Hansen, and Jeffrey's house was still the same, no. Or it was a little tidier than Eric's last visit, probably because of his son's return.
Both Drew and Aniston were at Jeffrey's house for the first time. Seeing the apartment that obviously didn't match Jeffrey's current wealth, the two girls looked surprised. Aniston could still hold back and said nothing, but Xiao Nizi said straightforwardly, "Jeffrey is already so rich, why does he still live here?"
Eric turned around and glared at Xiao Nizi, warning her not to talk nonsense anymore, but Chris Hansen took the initiative to explain to Drew: "My father is more nostalgic, and he is reluctant to move out."
"Oh," the girl nodded lightly, not daring to say anything more.
The three sat down in the living room, Jeffrey quickly got out of the kitchen with an apron around his waist, saw the three of Eric, and said, "Eric, take a rest first, dinner will be ready soon. "
"Do you need help?" Eric asked quickly.
Jeffrey shook his head: "No, no, it's enough to have Emily help me. You guys talk to Chris first." After Jeffrey finished speaking, he went into the kitchen again.
Chris Hansen smiled awkwardly, and explained: "When I was seven years old, I was messing around in the kitchen and was scalded by hot oil once. After that, my father never let me go near the kitchen."
Eric smiled to express his understanding, and winked at the two little girls, and they obediently walked towards the kitchen.
From the kitchen, Jeffrey backed down a few times, and another pleasant-sounding female voice was surprised, and quickly quieted down in whispers.
The two men in the living room looked at each other and smiled.
Eric was actually observing Chris Hansen from the very beginning. So far, he hasn't noticed that Chris Hansen has any aura of a scholar. It's not at all like what Jeffrey once said occasionally. One of the Morgan Stanley jobs looks like.
Eric can only conclude that Chris is either a perfectionist or has a rigid personality from the meticulous details of how Chris puts on the suit even when he is in the room. Of course, the former is more likely.
"Eric, what are you thinking?" Chris asked suddenly.
Since he is Jeffrey's son, Eric naturally developed a sense of closeness to Chris, and said frankly: "Jeffrey said that you work at Morgan Stanley, and I was wondering why you don't have any Where's the smell of the Wolf of Wall Street?"
Chris froze for a moment, then asked with a smile: "Eric, what do you think the so-called Wolf of Wall Street should be like?"
Eric thought for a while and said, "At least it should be aggressive, but I think you look more like a meticulous researcher in some scientific research institute."
Chris shook his head and said: "Eric, you are wrong. The more aggressive the so-called 'Wolf of Wall Street' in your mouth, the less aggressive it looks on the surface. You can go to some famous Wall Street investment bank experts Take a look at the photos of Guan, almost everyone is mediocre, and you can’t find it in the crowd.”
It was the first time Eric heard this point of view, and asked, "Why do you want to do this?"
"Because it can camouflage better, paralyze the enemy, and make the opponent lose their vigilance."
Eric nodded thoughtfully: "By the way, Chris, what exactly do you do?"
"Of course what to do to make money."
Eric smiled and asked, "If Firefly wants to go public, can I find you?"
When Chris heard this question, he slightly suppressed the smile on his face, and said: "Eric, no matter whether you are joking or not, if Firefly is really going to be listed, you must leave it to me to operate. The name Firefly is right. You must know what I mean, I hope it can develop better."
Seeing what Chris said so solemnly, Eric nodded solemnly. (To be continued..)