Chapter 82 Challenges Robinstein

Author: Trojanrw

Chapter 82 Challenges Robinstein

Han Yi does not like the style of Meidu 1730.

From the retro lanes paved by sand and stones, it is a wooden tile -style mansion that is so -called "modern traditional style". This is a new England architectural approach that has emerged in the 1880s and a large number of Victorian style.

Whether it is the outer wall constructed, or the exaggerated red -brown chimney, or the protruding semi -circular terrace on the second floor, it is not in line with Han Yi's aesthetic concept.

A 45 million dollar, unjustly antique copy, which is the most neutral evaluation of Han Yi to USD 1730, the most neutral evaluation.

But Han Yi has different views on the owner of this mansion.

No imitation, reference and plagiarism, the life of David Robinstein is a completely original, imaginative 20th century wealth drama.

In 1987, the Kaili Group was founded. In 29 years, it gradually grew into the first international capital of the 100 billion -level international capital.

This simple introduction alone is enough to write to human history.

In other words, the life of David Robinstein is a modern history of politics and capital.

Every minute and every second, the incidents around him will become news in a direct or indirect way, which is well known to the world.

When Bentley Tim Yue drove to the right side of the circular lane on Mido 1730 and was stopped by two special agents wearing sunglasses and wearing black suits, this kind of strong perception that seemed to be witnessing history climbed in Han Yi's heart to rising to the heart

peak.

"Sir, please stop in the original place."

Two agents stood on the front of the car, put their hands in front of them, and stared at them motionlessly. There were four other hidden blue jackets. The younger NYPD surrounded the vehicle from a weird angle. Then, two, two,

The Caucasian bald head wearing a gray suit directly leaned down the front wheel.

"When we check the vehicle, please do not turn on the engine. Do not use your mobile phone or take a photo."

The agent with a little older front stretch the left hand and pulled the corners of his mouth, which is a formal notification and soothing.

"Thank you for your cooperation, we will end soon."

Is there any difference?

Han Yi nodded and swallowed his desire to enter his stomach. Without too good vision, he could see all the crazy source of this crazy through the window.

David Robinstein, standing in front of the lane on the left, was slightly taller than him, and the same silver-haired elderly people talked with laughter.

Han Yi can only sit in the car, and if he acts, it will be shot into a sieve, and David Robinstein can directly hold the old man's shoulder and whisper intimately in the other's ears.

In 2016, this former Telaka senior vice president is still not much stronger than mascots. The Democratic Party likes him like Santa. Even Republicans do not mind such a kind of kind face without aggressiveness.

At this time, he was not "dozed", but the poorest "middle class Joe" in the senators.

Who would have thought that this 74 -year -old can be the most the highest decision maker in this country after retiring his campaign partner for retirement?

Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and thought with interest. The first page of Google is a news report about the deep friendship between David Rubinstein and the Vice President. The coupling between the top rich and 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is really not worth it.

What a fuss.

He just didn't expect that his reborn self would be able to witness this scene with his own eyes.

Although it's on the sideline.

Similar emotions of surprise also surfaced in the minds of Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen. Real power and popularity are two unrelated variables. No matter whether he has as much power as the previous one or enjoys peace of mind like this one, no one will

I don’t know the nominal second-in-command in the United States.

The three people in the car made no unnecessary movements, but their eyes were firmly fixed on him.

After half a minute, a middle-aged man also wearing a suit, but with a bow tie instead of a tie, walked up to Rubinstein and whispered a reminder. Then, David Rubinstein turned his attention to the man not far away.

This Bentley Excelle.

The corner of Rubinstein's mouth moved slightly. He was too far away and Han Yi couldn't read his lips. It was really impossible to guess what he said. But as soon as he closed his lips, the Vice President who had been facing them sideways

He also turned his head and glanced in the direction of Han Yi.

There was no expression on his face, let alone any emotion. Outside the C-SPAN camera, Joe looked lifeless. His head moved up and down at an imperceptible angle. I don’t know if he was nodding in greeting or simply unable to control his muscle shaking.

Before Han Yi could choose an answer for himself in his mind, the other party lowered his head and got into the Cadillac Escalade that had been waiting for a long time.

"Celtic out."

Hearing the code words coming from the intercom, the agent at the front of the car lifted up his suit seemingly casually and put his hands on his waist. The NYPD surrounding him took half a step forward with solemn expressions. One of them had a strong Irish aura.

The red-haired guy even put his fingertips on the Glock-19 hanging on the back of his belt.

"All clear."

The Escalade made a semicircle and quickly drove out of everyone's sight. Everyone inside and outside the car breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, you can start the engine now."

After a brief and plain thank you, the eight people dispersed instantly, returned to their cars, lit the car and left, as if everything just now was just a "24 Hours" dream.

"Mr. Han, welcome to No. 1730 Mido Trail."

The staff of the powerful agency exited the manor, and the only person left in the driveway, except David Rubinstein, was the courteous butler of the Rubinstein mansion. He jogged a few steps to greet him.

"Neil McKendrick, the property manager here, it's great to see you on such a lovely day."

"Me too, Neil." Han Yi subconsciously looked up at the cloudy sky. Maybe this was good weather for the British.

"I'm sorry, the last guest stayed a little longer." Neil McKendrick bowed slightly, "Just leave your car and keys here, and I will arrange for the staff to park it properly.

"

"Ms. Xu, Miss Zhao, good afternoon." There were three people in the visitor list reported today, and Neil did not forget to say hello to the other two. Through the open window of the driver's seat, he cast a friendly smile and greetings to the back seat.

present.

"Mr. Han, welcome!"

David Rubinstein's legs and feet are definitely not as nimble as those of the property manager who is twenty years younger than him, but for the age of sixty-seven, they are definitely not sluggish, at least better than the guest he just received.

Quite a few. Therefore, as soon as Han Yi and his party opened the car door, he came to the three of them.

"I hope the traffic to Long Island didn't bother you too much."

"No problem, Mr. Rubinstein. It's a very smooth ride."

Han Yi gathered his energy and carefully looked at the silver-haired Jew with a kind smile in front of him.

The broad nose with extremely obvious ethnic characteristics, the amber tortoise shell framed glasses with no visible brand, the two eyebrows of jet black and gray that are fighting to the death hanging low above the deep brown eyes, and the low-key hand on the wrist

Exceptional Patek Philippe Calatrava 5120.

David Rubinstein on weekdays is not much different from the one he wears when he appears on PBS.

Unlike the other two founding partners of the Carlyle Group, William E. Conway Jr. and Daniel A. Daniello, David Rubinstein is not afraid of the attention of the mass media and even takes the initiative to become one of them. He

Not only does he actively participate in programs on liberal news stations such as CNBC and ABC, he also signed a contract with Bloomberg TV this year to launch a talk show called "The David Rubinstein Show".

As a host, he visits the world's political and business dignitaries to criticize the current ills.

"Anyway, I'm sorry that we have to meet in this remote place. I have a friend coming to visit temporarily. It's not convenient in a crowded place... My original plan was to meet at 1 Vanderbilt Avenue and then take you

I had a simple meal at the Four Seasons Restaurant with two lovely ladies. But now, I can only ask you to tolerate the low-quality sea fish at home."

Public speaking and interpersonal communication are two required courses for American billionaires, and David Rubinstein, who has been immersed in the media industry for a long time, is obviously a leader. He shook hands with the three young people cordially, regardless of whether they were facing

Neither Han Yi, who was a client, nor his two charming female companions showed any sign of treating them differently. The curve of the corners of their mouths raised and the strength of their palms were no different from when they met with the Vice President just now.

He speaks very fast and has a strong Baltimore blue-collar accent, but he never seems reckless or abrupt. David Rubinstein is the kind of self-made billionaire who best fits people's fantasies about the top class. In fact, except for a few exceptions,

Outside, few celebrities of his level have a bad temper towards outsiders.

This is the peace and calmness given by money and power.

A $25 million snow villa in Beaver Creek, Colorado, a 13-acre private resort on Nantucket Island, Massachusetts, a $65 million Gulfstream private jet, when you own these, the world in your eyes

It’s natural to wear a rainbow filter.

"We are all honored to be able to visit here." Han Yi raised his hand and spoke on behalf of Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen, "This is my first time coming to the Hamptons. Mr. Rubinstein, I believe I will come often in the future."

"I also like coming here...but like you, I come here too few times." David Rubinstein led the way and walked slowly. Although it is not used much, it is still carefully maintained.

New England style courtyard, walked indoors, "Where will you stay when you come to New York this time?"

"Pierre."

"A great hotel, I have done an exhibition of American collection there. Let me tell you, Mr. Han, they have the best Fernwar champagne in New York ... No, Neil?"

"I can't refute." Neil McKen Delik and Han Yi stood on both sides of the steps. When Xu Yiru and Zhao Yizhen, the two ladies stepped into the porch safely before they continued to take a step forward. This series of subtle actions,

They all reflect his dual etiquette as a mansion steward and British gentleman.

"But I think, Mr. Han, they should taste the chocolate tart of the Carlele restaurant, especially the two ladies." As one of David Robinstein's most trusted living adviser, Neil McCynn

Study every guest visited by the owner, "That is one of the most popular desserts in New York in 1990 ... It is also the favorite of Mr. Givenchy."

"Well, yes, Neil, you remind me."

David Robinstein held the armrest of the porch, turned around, and laughed.
To be continued...