Reborn Wealth America

The city of angels under the night is brilliantly lit, although it does not have the feeling of row upon row of high-rise buildings in New York.

The lights on Beverly Hills still proclaim the prosperity of the city.

Hey, how many times does this appear?It doesn't matter, it will appear in the future!

Vivek-Ranadev’s party is over, and the guests have gradually dispersed, but as the host, he and his daughter have not rested yet.

Several guests came to this manor house after the party was over.

The owner of the villa is receiving these guests.

The Indian tycoon received these guests in a living room in the manor house on Beverly Hills.

Of course.

There is no Abel here. It was the first time he and Vivek met, and they left early.

After he left, Rana Pichai also followed suit.

Rana's goal is to become an executive like Microsoft's Ranald. At this critical moment, he will not slow down to follow the boss.

Inside the living room.

In addition to Vivek Ranadave and Ajiali Ranadive, there are four other people.

Two of them are a bit older, and Vivek should be the same age.

The other two, one of them is a blond Caucasian man, who looks about 30 years old, gentle and elegant, smiling all the time.

The other is a sturdy man who looks more than 40 years old. He is wearing a custom Armani suit, but his suit is bulging with angry muscles, with a red neck and big face.Either a cowboy or a robber!

"Vivek, how is it?"

The youngest white-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian man in the room asked Vivik Ranadave.

Although the tone is peaceful, there is no respect for it.With so much difference next year, Vivic is still an it tycoon.But the man's tone was somewhat condescending.

Vivek Ranadave seemed to be used to it too, looking at the four guests, and directly said: "He refused. Very simply and directly refused."

"This is normal. If everything is true, then he is a sweet potato, and rejection is normal," the strong man said softly.

The voice was buzzing, but it was calm, unlike his bull-like appearance.

"Haha." Among the two old people, the bald smiled said: "Of course. This is just our temptation! You can refuse, just don't give up."

Another old man also followed: "Yeah. Keep in touch."

The two old people were obviously together, and the bald old man stood up straightforwardly: "It's too early to say anything. It hasn't been verified. Maybe everything is just a scam. But you can't give up contact!"

After speaking seriously, he smiled and said, "Okay, okay. Vivek, I’m sorry to trouble you. That’s it, we two old guys will leave first. The next thing is Let John and Chax talk to you."

"Ok."

The two old men left directly.

The blond man John and the brawny Chax, as well as the father and daughter, were left behind.

John looked at Ajiali, who had always been a good baby: "Beautiful Miss Ranadave, you are mainly responsible for contacting him tonight. What do you think of his character?"

The strong man Chax looked at her too.

Being stared at by these two decisive men like this, Ajiali was under great pressure.

Fortunately, her father looked at her encouragingly, so she whispered: "Mr. Sefrosa seems to have a good impression of Hollywood female stars. I want to find opportunities to contact him all night, but he always goes to the party with a few people. I couldn’t get in touch with the female celebrity. Later he left with a female celebrity."

Vivek nodded and confirmed: "It is true."

"Young and gold, only 20 years old. Like female stars, it's easy to understand." John smiled.

"If you are good at contacting this, you will be in charge, John." Chax didn't seem to want to stay here anymore, standing up and saying, "I'm leaving. Let's do it for now."

John shrugged, stood up, smiled and said to the father and daughter: "Vivek, and the beautiful Miss Ajiali. Thank you very much for your help tonight. It's late, goodbye."

He left after speaking.

Ranadive and his daughter sent the two guests to the door of the villa and watched them leave.

Wait for their fleet to disappear completely.

Vivek Ranadave, who has always had the iconic gentle smile on his face, darkened his face.

Tonight is actually the first time attending a party for her father’s career, and Ajiali, who is gradually helping her father, is nervous: "Dad..."

The tender voice of the lovely daughter calmed Vivek's neglected anger a little bit.

"These nasty Yankees! That's how we look down upon us from outside!"

"Huh! What's so great! When their ancestors came to the United States 200 years ago, weren't they all a bunch of pariahs and bankrupts?! Now that we have developed well, we treat our real nobles like this!"

"Bitch! Shit! Dog feces!"

"..."

Swearing fiercely, Vivek Ranadave turned to see his beautiful and lovely daughter with a worried and concerned expression on his face.

His mood really improved a lot.

"Ajali. These Yankees, it seems that they are not going to play with us! I even let Pichai return my favor. It will be difficult to get help from Pichai in the future."

"Dad, no. Pichai's family immigrated to India, you helped me." Ajiali persuaded softly.

"Birds can be lured and killed by hunters for food, and humans can fight their lives for money! This is not a big deal, this is actually human nature."

"Ajali, it doesn't matter if these Yankees don't take us to play. We prepare ourselves!"

"If [Blue Star One] is true, this young man would be another Bill Gates or Jeff Bezos or Mark Zuckerberg!"

"Although we came to the United States one step late, we can rely on early investment to smooth out the advantages of this step."

"Ajiali, what do you think?"

My father rarely talked to himself about business matters.But Ajiali has always understood that although the influence of Indians in Silicon Valley is not small, the top management of many multinational high-tech groups are Indians.

But as a rich man from India, his father and those Indian executives have been squeezed out by the local rich and powerful.

It should be said that apart from the local rich or the American rich, there is no one in the United States who is not excluded.

This seemingly open country of immigrants with a mixture of hundreds of ethnic groups has in fact been a white-dominated country from the past to the present.

"Well, I understand. Father."