dognovel Chapter 82 Charity Gala
Chapter 82 Charity Gala
Chapter 82 Charity Gala
Night falls at 1335 Avenue of the Americas, New York City.
As soon as Ernst's black Lincoln pulled up beside the red carpet in front of the Hilton Hotel, dozens of reporters who had been waiting there unleashed a deluge of flashes, instantly illuminating the area around the car as if it were daytime. The rapid clicking of camera shutters was like a swarm of tireless beetles flapping their wings.
Tonight's charity gala is considered the annual highlight of New York's high society. Wall Street financial giants, media moguls, and powerful figures from the political and business worlds are almost all gathered together.
The major media outlets naturally wouldn't miss such a grand event. They set up their cameras and microphones, scanning each guest with keen eyes, eager to capture every moment.
Ernst opened the car door. Today he was dressed a little more formally, with a dark gray casual suit jacket that accentuated his tall figure, a white silk shirt underneath, a burgundy silk tie at the collar, well-tailored black trousers, and a pair of polished black Oxford shoes. He was meticulous from head to toe.
His hair had been styled specially, neatly combed, and his handsome face wore a perfectly timed smile, exuding both youthful energy and mature composure.
Her appearance immediately caused a stir among the reporters, making her stand out from the crowd and become an outlier at the banquet.
Calling him unconventional is not a derogatory term, but rather a sincere compliment.
Tonight's charity gala is of an extremely high standard, with the invitees being either extremely wealthy or very influential. Apart from the socialites, there are almost no young people like Ernst, and most of the guests are men over forty.
With one hand in his pocket, he struck two poses on the red carpet, signed his name on the autograph board, and then strode into the hotel lobby.
His first impression of this Hilton hotel, which opened in 1963, was that it was old and worn; the wallpaper on the walls was slightly faded, and the decor showed signs of age. But none of that mattered; as long as it was in this location, it was one of the most prestigious hotels in New York.
Located in the heart of New York City, it boasts a prime location, just a 5-minute walk from Fifth Avenue and Broadway, only 400 meters from Central Park, and 600 meters from St. Patrick's Cathedral. It is also surrounded by many famous attractions such as Times Square, Rockefeller Center, and the Museum of Modern Art.
This is a symbol of status, something that money can't necessarily buy.
Upon arriving at the entrance of the banquet hall, an elderly man with slightly gray hair and a young girl with a childlike appearance were standing there to greet the guests.
This old man is no ordinary person. The hotel in front of us, and even the entire Hilton Group, is a business empire that he built and controls.
He is Barron Hilton, known as the world's hotel tycoon.
"Welcome, Mr. Garfield." Barron Hilton greeted him with a friendly smile, his voice loud and clear.
On an occasion like today, it's not surprising that the host stands at the banquet hall entrance to greet the guests; on the contrary, it shows respect for them and is the best opportunity to build connections.
"It is my honor to attend this dinner at the Hilton Hotel," Ernst said with a slight nod, his tone humble and polite.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Barron Hilton, holding the little girl beside him, introduced her to Ernst, saying, "This is my eldest granddaughter, Paris Hilton. You are both young people; you can get to know each other better in the future."
At this moment, in Ernst's eyes, Barron Hilton's actions were no different from those of a pimp.
And indeed, this was the case. In his later years, Barron Hilton was constantly concerned about the succession of the Hilton family. Since there was no heir to the Hilton family, he wanted to choose a capable son-in-law to manage this vast hotel empire.
He looks down on people without status or position, but who would be willing to help the Hilton family by marrying into their family?
They either have their own family businesses to manage, or they have built their own careers from scratch, so it is impossible for them to be subordinate to others.
Moreover, this pimp probably never imagined that it was precisely because of his methods that Paris Hilton became even more rebellious.
Ernst secretly thought to himself that he would be very interested in making a movie with just the two of them, in collaboration with this future leader of New York socialites and America's first generation of internet celebrities.
Marry her? Are you worried you won't find another woman to marry?
"It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Hilton."
Ernst greeted Paris Hilton politely and gave her a light hug.
However, at the moment of the embrace, Ernst's body involuntarily froze, stiffening for a second before quickly recovering.
He calmly released his grip, still smiling. "If Miss Hilton ever has time to visit Los Angeles, please give me a call so I can do my best to be a good host."
It's hard to believe that this young lady, who will later become an instant sensation across America because of the videotape, already has her inner demons stirring.
When we hugged just now, the other person's little hand gently drew circles on his back, which was clearly a teasing gesture.
To be able to make such bold moves in front of her elders, she truly deserves to be known as the infamous lustful woman.
After a brief greeting, Ernst entered the hall.
The charity gala was divided into two parts: a reception and a charity auction following the reception.
The entire hall was decorated in a very simple style. After all, it was a charity auction, so why would it be so lavish?
The setting was fitting, but the well-dressed men and women inside treated it as a stage for showing off their beauty.
They were all dressed in expensive evening gowns, adorned with gold and silver jewelry. If a lady didn't have a large necklace around her neck and several rings on her fingers, she would feel embarrassed to stand there.
In contrast, Ernst was much more unassuming. Although his suit was of excellent quality, it lacked any ostentatious embellishments, making him appear low-key and composed.
Once inside, several people who recognized Ernst took the initiative to greet him and try to get close to him.
At first, Ernst responded politely, but as the conversation went on, he realized something was wrong.
Without exception, these people were all after Google. They kept implying that they could provide various resources and connections, but in reality, they wanted to take advantage of his misfortune and treat him like a fool to see if they could get something for nothing.
Ernst sneered inwardly; these so-called resources and connections were nothing but empty words.
In America, who can compare to the giants of Wall Street in terms of resources and connections?
Having taken a glass of wine, Ernst, feeling bored, walked to a quiet corner.
I glanced at my watch; it was already 7:40.
"They really suffered from their lack of experience. They were supposed to start at eight o'clock, but it seems like everyone arrived right on time."
Ernst decided to sit in the corner to pass the rest of the boring time, but less than three minutes later, the voice he heard made his face turn cold.
"You're the best breeder in Los Angeles?"
You can run into idiots everywhere you go. Ernst doesn't mind letting them experience the power of his fists in a place like this.
But when he turned around, he saw an eight or nine-year-old boy standing in front of him with a serious expression, and his anger immediately subsided by more than half.
"Are you really the best breeder in Los Angeles?"
The anger that had been suppressed suddenly flared up again.
"I read in the newspaper that you're Hollywood's breeding king. Could you help my James get pregnant? Even though he's already nine years old, I hope you can help him."
Ernst understood, but this inseminator is not that inseminator. Besides, do you know how rude you are? "What's your name?"
"Adolf Hearst".
Ernst's pupils dilated slightly. Well, he certainly had the right to be impolite.
At its peak, this media giant owned 26 daily newspapers, 17 Sunday newspapers, 14 magazines, 3 news agencies, two film and television companies, and eight television and radio stations. Magazines and newspapers such as "Vogue," "Harper's Bazaar," and "The New York Daily News" were all owned by them.
Founder William Hearst was even known as the "King of News" and the "Little Mustache of Journalism."
This family wields even greater influence in politics than in business.
He served as a U.S. Senator in the 18th century and held a series of important positions, including Governor of New York State, wielding considerable influence within the Donkey community.
Their influence in the education sector is also profound; the Parents and Teachers Association of America was founded by this family.
When people mention Hearst, the first impression is that of a newspaper magnate and media mogul. But few know that this is the only publicly known identity of the Hearst family.
This family started in the mining industry, and many of the families of members of Congress on Capitol Hill have received favors from the Hearst family, making them a truly influential force in decision-making.
This was once one of the top ten financial magnates in America, alongside the Rockefeller and Morgan families. The fact that they were able to hide it speaks volumes.
You can tell the power of this family just by looking at one simple thing.
Patricia Hearst, a member of the family, joined the American communist organization Symbiotic Liberation Army in 1974 and even robbed a bank to raise funds.
After being arrested in 1975, she was pardoned by two presidents, even though she was supposed to spend her life in prison.
This is not someone Ernst can afford to offend right now.
However, he was also very vengeful. Looking at the little boy in front of him, a playful smile appeared on his lips. "Adolf, have you ever heard the phrase 'the more the merrier'?"
Seeing the other party innocently shake his head, Ernst explained like the Big Bad Wolf, "What I mean is, as long as you can find lots and lots of male dogs in heat, your James will definitely be able to get pregnant with her baby as you wish."
"Really?" The little boy's eyes lit up, and his face showed an excited expression, as if he had found a savior.
Ernst was about to nod in confirmation when a clear female voice suddenly came from behind him, "It's not gentlemanly to coax a child like that; you'll leave him with a lifelong trauma."
Ernst turned around and saw a graceful young woman standing there, glaring at him angrily.
She wore a light blue evening gown, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, her skin fair, her features delicate, and she was quite attractive.
The little boy saw the "older sister" and immediately ran over to her, affectionately tugging at her clothes.
Ernst looked slightly embarrassed. He was about to explain when his gaze inadvertently fell on the doorway. His eyes flickered slightly, and he ignored the siblings, walking straight toward the door.
Seeing Ernst leave without saying goodbye, the girl's anger intensified, and she stared intently at his retreating figure.