Just when Li Wei would occasionally start to think he was getting pretty rich, two people would inadvertently remind him:
You've still got a ways to go.
One of them was Anya, and the other was Elizabeth.
Li Wei suspected that even the Mellon Family themselves couldn't say for sure just how much wealth they possessed.
"Are you saying," he said, glancing at the side of the road as he drove, "that this whole row of buildings here on the Upper East Side belongs to your family?"
"Not just this row," Elizabeth said, pointing toward the passenger side. "This row, too."
"I think the Mellon Family owns over a hundred buildings on the Upper East Side," she said, sounding a little uncertain. "But I haven't looked into the specifics, because it never had anything to do with me before. It's not even really connected to my grandfather's branch of the family. You know how it is, there are just so many Mellons..."
"Alright," Li Wei paused. "I hate rich people."
