沃伦·巴菲特靠向椅子的后背,长腿交叉于膝,坐在他父亲那张简朴的木桌后面。他那件价值不菲的杰尼亚上装在肩膀处束皱成一团,像一件未经剪裁、批量生产的成衣。每天,无论伯克希尔·哈撒韦总部的其他15名员工如何随意着装,他的这件衣服都会24小时保持这个样子。他穿着一件普通无奇的白衬衫,衬衣领子太小,被撑得鼓鼓的,远离领结一大截,看上去像是他做 Warren Buffett leaned against the back of the chair, his legs crossed over his knee, and sat behind his father’s plain wooden desk. His expensive Zegna top was tucked into the wad at his shoulders like an uncut, mass-ready garment. Every day, no matter how the other 15 employees at the headquarters in Berkshire Hathaway are dressed, his clothes stay the same for 24 hours. He wore an ordinary white shirt, shirt collar is too small, was so bulging, away from the bow tie a large section, looks like he did