hollywood billionaire

Chapter 82 Plutocrat Rubinstein
Han Yi didn't like the style of 1730 Mido Avenue.

Entering from the retro driveway deliberately paved with gravel, what comes into view is a so-called "modern traditional style" shingle-style mansion, which is a New England architectural technique that arose in the 1880s and borrowed heavily from the Victorian style.Whether it's the exterior wall made of tiles, the exaggeratedly tall red-brown chimney, or the protruding semicircular terrace on the second floor, none of them conformed to Han Yi's aesthetic concept.

A nondescript imitation of an antique worth 500 million US dollars, this is the most neutral evaluation Han Yi can give to 1730 Mido Avenue.

But for the owner of this mansion, Han Yi has a different view.

Without imitation, reference or plagiarism, the life of David Rubinstein is a completely original and imaginative wealth drama in the twentieth century.

Founded the Carlyle Group in 1987, it took 29 years to gradually grow into the first echelon of international capital with a level of [-] billion.

Just such a simple introduction is enough to write in human history.

In other words, the life of David Rubinstein is a modern history in which politics and capital go hand in hand.

Every minute and every second, the events surrounding him will become news in a direct or indirect way and be known to the whole world.

When the Bentley Bentayga drove to the right side of the circular driveway at No. 1730 Mido Drive, and was stopped by two Secret Service agents wearing sunglasses and black suits, Han Yi felt a strong sense of witnessing history. peak.

"Sir, please stop where you are."

The two agents stood at the front of the car with their hands folded in front of them, watching them motionlessly.Another four in navy blue jackets, the slightly younger NYPD, circled the vehicle at an odd angle.Then two bald Caucasians in gray suits leaned over the front wheels.

"Please do not run the engine while we are inspecting the vehicle. No cell phones and no photographs."

The slightly older agent at the front of the car half stretched his left hand and pulled the corner of his mouth, which was a formal notification and comfort.

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

Matching or not, is there a difference?
Han Yi nodded, swallowing the desire to complain.He doesn't need great eyesight, he can see the source of all this madness through the car window.

David Rubinstein, standing in front of the driveway on the left, chatted and laughed happily with an old man who was slightly taller than him and also had silver hair.

Han Yi could only sit in the car, and if he made a rash move, he would be shot into a sieve, while David Rubinstein could directly hold the old man's shoulder and whisper intimately in the other's ear.

In 2016, the former Delaware senator was the vice president who was little more than a mascot.Democrats love him like Santa Claus, and even Republicans don't mind such a non-aggressive, kind face.

At this time, he was not "Sleepy Joe", but the poorest "Middle Class Joe" in the Senator.

Who would have thought that the 74-year-old would become the country's oldest top decision-maker four full years after his running mate retired?

Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking with great interest. The first page of Google is a news report about the deep friendship between David Rubenstein and the Vice President. The coupling between the top rich man and 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is really nothing to be surprised about.

He just didn't expect that the reborn himself could witness this scene with his own eyes.

Although on the sidelines.

A similar feeling of astonishment also surfaced in the hearts of Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen.Real power and popularity are two irrelevant variables. Whether he is as powerful as the last one, or enjoying a clean life like this one, no one will not know the No. [-] figure in the name of the United States.

The three people in the car did not move extraneously, but their eyes were firmly fixed on him.

Half a minute later, 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.Later, David Rubinstein set his sights on the Bentley Excelle not far away.

The corners of Rubinstein's mouth moved slightly, it was too far away, and Han Yi couldn't read his lips, so he really couldn't guess what he said.But as soon as he closed his lips, the vice president who had been sideways facing them also turned his head and glanced in Han Yi's direction.

There is no expression, let alone emotion, and Joe outside the C-SPAN camera is lifeless.His head moved up and down at an imperceptible angle, and he didn't know whether it was a nod of his head or simply unable to control the muscle shaking.

Before Han Yi could choose the answer in his mind, he lowered his head conveniently and got into the Cadillac Escalade, which had been waiting for a long time.

"Celtics go."

Hearing the code words from the walkie-talkie, the agent at the front of the car seemed to casually lift up his suit and put his hands on his waist.The surrounding NYPD took half a step forward with a solemn face, and one of the red-haired guys with a strong Irish flavor even put his fingertips on the Glock-19 hanging on the back of the 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.

"Thanks, you can start the engine now."

After a short and plain thank you, the eight people dispersed in an instant, returned to their respective cars, lit up and left, as if everything just now was just a dream of "24 Hours".

"Mr. Han, welcome to 1730 Mido Drive."

The staff of the powerful agency withdrew from the manor, and the only one left in the driveway was David Rubinstein, who was the modest and polite housekeeper of Rubinstein's mansion.He trotted a few steps and came forward.

"Neil McKendrick, property manager here, great to see you on such a pleasant day."

"Me too, Neil." Han Yi subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the cloudy sky, maybe this is a good weather for the British.

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

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

"Mr. Han, welcome!"

David Rubinstein's legs and feet are definitely not as sharp as the property manager who is 20 years younger than him, but for the age of 67, it is definitely not sluggish, at least it is much better than the guest he just received.Therefore, as soon as Han Yi and his party opened the car door, he came in front of the three of them.

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

"Nothing, Mr. Rubenstein. Very smooth ride."

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

The broad and big nose with very obvious ethnic characteristics, the amber tortoise shell frame glasses that cannot be seen from the brand, the black and gray eyebrows that hang low above the deep brown eyes, and the two colors of black and gray are fighting desperately, and the low-key on the wrist Unusual Patek Philippe Calatrava 5120.

The David Rubinstein on weekdays looks much the same as he did when he appeared on PBS.

Unlike William E. Conway Jr. and Daniel A. Daniello, two other founding partners of The Carlyle Group, David Rubinstein was unafraid of mass media attention and even volunteered to be a part of it.He not only actively participated in the programs of various liberal news stations such as CNBC and ABC, but also signed a contract with Bloomberg TV this year and opened a talk show called "The David Rubinstein Show". As the host, he visited the world's political and business leaders to criticize the current malpractices.

"Anyway, I'm sorry that we have to meet in this remote place. A friend is 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 Have a light meal at Four Seasons restaurant with two lovely ladies. But now, I can only ask you to put up with the poor quality sea fish at home."

Public speaking and interpersonal communication are two compulsory 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, and he did not show the slightest difference in treatment whether it was Han Yi as a customer or his two charming female companions.The upward arc of the corner of the mouth and the force exerted by the palm are not much different from when they met the vice president just now.

He speaks fast, with a blue-collar Baltimore accent, but by no means is he blunt.David Rubinstein is the image of the self-made billionaire that best fits the fantasy of the pinnacle.In fact, with a few exceptions, it is rare for a celebrity of his level to have a bad temper with outsiders.

This is the peace and calm bestowed by money and power.

A $500 million snow villa in Beaver Creek, Colorado, a 13-acre private resort on Nantucket Island, Massachusetts, and a $500 million Gulfstream private jet. When you own these, the world in your eyes will come naturally There will be a rainbow filter.

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

"I like coming here too...but like you, I don't come here too often." David Rubinstein led the way, walking slowly. Although it is not used much, it is still carefully maintained. The New England-style courtyard, and walked indoors, "This time I come to New York, where do I live?"

"Pierre."

"Great hotel, I did an American collection show there. Let me tell you, Mr. Han, they have the best Vernoy champagne in all of New York... don't you, Neil?"

"I can't refute it." Neil McKendrick stood on both sides of the steps with Han Yi, and continued to move forward until the two ladies Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen stepped into the porch safely.This series of subtle actions all reflect his dual etiquette as a mansion housekeeper and an English gentleman.

"But I think Mr. Han and the others should try the chocolate tarts at the Carlyle restaurant, especially the two ladies." As one of David Rubinstein's most trusted life advisors, Neil McKendrick will carefully Studying every visiting guest of the owner, "It is one of the most popular desserts in New York for 90 years...and Mr. Givenchy's favorite."

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

David Rubinstein, holding the porch rail, turned around and laughed.

"Mr. Han, how long will you stay in New York this time?"

"I'll be back tomorrow."

"It's a pity... But next time you come to New York, you must stay in Carlisle, and I will arrange it. Thank you, Amy."

David Rubinstein took the warm towel from the housekeeper in the salon area, nodded symbolically on his forehead, and continued his quick and methodical way of speaking.

"Many people don't know that the name of the Carlyle Group was inspired by the Carlyle Hotel. So, now we have a long-term cooperation with the Carlyle Apartment, oh no, what should be the accurate name?"

"Rosewood Apartment." Neil McKendrick reminded softly.

"Yes, Rosewood Apartments. I always forget that Carlisle now belongs to Chow Tai Fook." David Rubinstein patted his head. As for the Carlyle Hotel, his memory still stays in the era of Jerome Greene, "We are there Purchased four apartments, both as an investment and as accommodation for dignitaries visiting New York... especially loyal clients like your family who have recognized us from the beginning."

From the beginning?
1987 years?
Han Yi pursed his lips and remained silent.Before the power to change reality, he just needs to be silent, say as much as you want and make mistakes.

The eyes of the two girls behind him widened in unison.

Recognizing their loyal customers from the Carlyle Group from the very beginning?
That was exactly 29 years ago.

That year, Baodao had just lifted martial law.

That year, the Fifth Republic at the southern tip of the peninsula was still bathing in the afterglow of its doom.

Whether it is Xu Yiru or Zhao Youzhen, their previous generation, in 1987, were just ordinary people trying to climb up.

And Han Yi's family... has been able to become the founding private equity client of Carlyle Group.

They don't know exactly how much money under Han Yi's name is being managed by the Carlyle Group, but it is not difficult to estimate an approximate figure.

First of all, according to the data submitted by Carlyle Group to the US Securities and Exchange Commission, the minimum entry threshold for private equity clients is between US$500 million and US$2000 million.

And if there is only tens of millions of dollars in investment quota, will it prompt David Rubinstein, one of the co-founders, to personally receive it in a private residence?

The Han family's asset portfolio in the Carlyle Group is probably more than the total amount of the acquisition of UTA.

Much more.

For a while, the salon area at No. 1730 Meidu Lane fell into dead silence.Xiao Ru stared blankly at the steaming English breakfast tea in front of her, while Yu Zhen turned her head to look at the delicate brown picture frame on the huge suede wall on the right side of the sofa.

Inside the frame is a document very familiar to Zhao Youzhen, who scored 800 in SAT II World History.

1297 Magna Carta.

A code of law that stoked the flames of independence on the North American continent.

At this time, it was quietly hung in David Rubinstein's home as a private collection.

And such a rich man with countless treasures is, to a certain extent, the manager who manages assets for Han Yi.

Money is freedom.

This classic quote from Horace Walpole, the fourth Earl of Orford, is like a pebble thrown into a quiet lake, causing waves in Zhao You's heart.

"Mr. Han, it seems to be sunny outside."

After taking a few sips of hot tea and filling his stomach with half a scone, David Rubinstein raised his head, turned his gaze back to Han Yi, and said with a smile.

"Let the two ladies rest here for a while, and let's go for a walk in the backyard, shall we?"

"We've got a lot of catching up to do."

　Let me tell you, the five chapters updated every day for the first five days are the additions of the leader and the Silver League, and there are explosive updates on the shelves.The last two updates are also 20 words. There is no so-called stuck text or no drafts or no ideas. I still have [-] words of saved drafts, and I will not pour water into them. Every chapter is moving forward.

　　I'm very annoyed by those who say that I can't write without any basis, bad reviews are fine, don't say such inexplicable words, I only have 81 chapters...

　　
　
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