Watching tv this morning made me realize that it was the first time I was seeing Razon speak, gesticulate, articulate, for the first time.
He dominated his interviewer. He is not politeness personified, like the previous interviewee Jaime Augusto Zobel. But that's what he is. He is media-shy and uncomfortable with interviews. That explains why he cuts off the interviewer in the middle of questions. As if he already knows in advance what the questioner is going to ask, or he is impatient with niceties, or his ideas are just waiting to spill over and can't wait for the interviewer to finish his senseless sentence. So opposite with the suave, debonair, polite, smiling, gracious, media-savvy Zobel.
But that's the way they are. You cannot question a self-made billionaire on his media behaviour. He tells it like it is, and acts like what he is. Like declaring that the nations with good infrastructures are almost always ruled by a dictator. Bullseye! Like Singapore, and Duterte's, BF's, and Gordon's role model Lee Kuan Yew, who succeeded in building up Singapore at the expense of cultivating a robotic populace. It is a fact that Singaporeans are one of the rudest peoples on earth.
Trying to glean some secrets from Razon's and Zobel's style by the way they talk - I fail. All you can see is that they are SHARP. They are quick-thinking, quick on the trigger, with a million ideas buzzing in their heads even while they talk. They are completely NOT dull. Some people are intelligent, but few are sharp, and the few sharp guys out there are the ones who reap billions.
Razon may be rough on the outside, with little patience for niceties, but speaking from first-hand knowledge, he is a true gentlemen with a heart of gold. Raffles of houses and lots, not just one but forty, every year, and with little fanfare, that may be the secret to his continuing success. You cannot perpetually succeed without generosity.
I was studying these gentlemen closely while they spoke, but like all ordinary mortals, my attention drifts to things mundane and I learn nothing about how to make billions. My eyes drift to their suits. Bespoke, I'm sure. Savile Row? Brooks Brothers? Who knows? But they look like persons who are used to wearing suits, not like me who, when forced to wear formals, feels like he will in a minute be facing a firing squad.
My eyes focus on his wrist. And he wears it on the right. What could that be? Does not look like a Rolex or a Speedmaster. Maybe they are beyond that now, although I'm sure he has some of them in his cabinet. Could that be a Patek, or a Vacheron, or a Breguet, or a Lange Sohn? Maybe an AP? It looks sporty enough to be just a Ulysse Nardin. This darned tv is so out of focus.
When the glint of his shiny black shoes catches the camera in a long shot, I wonder what it could be? A Prada or a Ferragamo? I'm hoping to God it's a Church's, which would give me some sort of affinity, however dumb and superficial, with these guys.
I've now come to realize that I could never be like them because of these stupid observations, but who wants to be in their place, 24 hours a day? Would you? I'm happy as I am now.