America's Road To Wealth Chapter 103

  Chapter 103 Because I have money ability 810

  Long Island, New York,

  The bright sunshine in the morning shines on the big Simmons in the bedroom through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

  A young man fell asleep on a luxurious Simmons that was big enough for five or six people to lie down on.

   and two young women.

  In his sleep, the man's face illuminated by the sun is like the sleeping Apollo in Western mythology.

  There is not a single flaw on the handsome and exquisite facial features.

  Compared with him, there are two very beautiful women next to him.

  In comparison, it is also somewhat inferior.

  Suddenly, the man's fine eyelashes trembled slightly.

  Then, he opened his eyes, and subconsciously raised his hand to block the harsh sunlight.

   "Hoo~~"

  Abel exhaled lightly, and looked at the fallen and broken curtains.

  He just remembered,

   Had a great time last night.

   Playing by the window, it was Carmen Kath screaming and tearing down the wool curtains that sold for over three thousand dollars at Sam's Club.

  This led to the absence of curtains this morning.

  The sunlight can shine directly into the bedroom, which woke up Abel.

  Pillow after pushing a sleepy, overworked Gisele Bundchen away.

  Under the pillow is a mobile phone that was randomly stuffed in last night.

  Take out the phone, half-closed his eyes and looked at it, and Abel realized that it was only seven o'clock in the morning.

  Obviously last night, the three of them played until the second half of the night.

  It was about four o'clock before he fell asleep.

  However, now, I only slept for about three hours.

  Abel found that he was already full of energy and overflowing with inexhaustible strength.

  Excellent physical fitness, exaggerated appetite.

   This is the change that Abel discovered in himself after he was reborn.

   This change is as prominent as his "talent" in the financial field.

  It is reflected in physical fitness. In addition to great strength, it also has excellent resilience and endurance.

   In contrast, there are two supermodels with good physical fitness.

   Even if there is thunder next to them right now, they probably won't be able to wake up.

  They are so tired.

   "Hoo~~"

   Breathing out lightly, he took his mobile phone and sat up from the bed.

   What smells in the nose is full of peculiar smell.

   Had a blast last night, got it all over the place.

  The taste is naturally strong.

   I didn't wash it afterward, so it's normal to have a smell.

   Shaking his head, he walked straight off the big bed in white streaks.

  Holding the mobile phone, Abel walked out of the room without looking at Gisele Bundchen and Carmen Kath behind him.

   Outside the bedroom is a small living room.

   When Abel came out.

  Joanna, the housekeeper of Villa No. 1, Huangdian Road 13, has brought two maids, standing at the door with breakfast and clothes respectively.

  Joanna's eyes glanced at BOSS's toned figure.

   Then she lowers her eyelids to half-look at an ornament with a mirror on Abel's left.

   "Sir, do you want to have breakfast first, or wash and change first?" Joanna said.

  Compared to Joanna, there are two young maids behind her who are not bad in appearance.

   His eyes are going to be more direct, and the eyes he looks at Abel are even provocative.

   It seems to be saying—"We are not much worse than the other two, right?"

   And through the reflection of the small decorative mirror, Joanna saw the eyes of the two maids.

  In her mind, the housekeeper put these two maids on her training list.

   You can be ambitious, but you can't be disqualified when serving.

   Unless the owner needs it.

   Otherwise, it is a violation of the maid's code.

  This is Joanna's request to the personal maid of the master under her management.

   "Wash and dress first, I'll take a shower first."

  Abel said: "The bathroom in the bedroom is a bit messy and bad. It can only be washed outside."

   "Okay, are you going to wash in the swimming pool, or take a bath?" Joanna said again.

   "Let's take a bath."

   Ten minutes later.

  In another room in the manor, in a bathroom with an area of ​​at least forty square meters.

  Abel was lying in the bathtub, next to two young and beautiful maids.

  Two young and beautiful maids, one is helping him scrub his body, and the other is feeding him with breakfast.

   He took a sip of soy milk and asked the maid to wipe the corners of his mouth.

   "Hoo~"

   Abel exhaled.

  This wonderful and pleasant life of a capitalist is really not boring.

  Although it is boring and tedious, it makes people enjoy it.

   "Joanna, write a check to the two ladies later."

   Abel said.

   "Understood, sir, what number should be filled in?"

   "Well, if I don't specify anything in the future, I'll just write $100,000."

"clear."

   That's it, half an hour later.

  At eight o'clock in the morning, Abel was already in good spirits, dressed in a suit, and boarded a helicopter to Manhattan.

  After half an hour of flight time, the helicopter landed on the helipad on the top floor of the Simpson Building in Manhattan.

   Similar aprons exist on the top floors of many buildings in Manhattan.

  This is because in Manhattan, many people commute by helicopter every day.

   Most of these people live in Long Island.

   Some farther away, even living in New Jersey.

Of course.

  The net worth of each of these people is calculated in the unit of "Billions".

  Otherwise, they can't afford to fly helicopters to and from those Manhattan top pads.

  This time the Abel helicopter landed in a building named Simpson Building.

  In Manhattan, where there are many tall buildings, the Simpson Building is very ordinary.

  It is 61 stories high, and the construction area of ​​each floor is about 15,000 square feet.

   After Abel got off the apron on the top floor of the Simpson Building, he went straight to the 43rd floor of the building.

  This was previously the New York Observer weekly, an office shared with another company.

  That company had quit the lease last month, and only the New York Observer rented it a week ago.

  But just yesterday, another newspaper also settled here.

   Shares this floor with The New York Observer, which is called The New York Sun.

   This is a newspaper established very early.

  Published on September 3, 1833, Benjamin Day was the founder and editor-in-chief, and its slogan was: "Shine to all".

   This is also the origin of the name of the newspaper.

   This newspaper is the first commercial newspaper in the United States founded on commercial principles, and it is also the first "Penny Newspaper".

   means that the selling price is one cent or one penny, so it is called "penny newspaper".

  The "New York Sun" has experienced more than 100 years of development since its establishment.

  In the middle, it was once brilliant, once fell, and then it was brilliant again, and then fell again.

  The experience of this newspaper can be said to be the abbreviated history of the entire American newspaper industry.

   It changed its name for a while, and finally in 1996, it was changed back to "New York Sun".

   But at this time, basically the newspaper except for the name.

  It has no actual connection with the original "New York Sun".

  The re-launched "New York Sun" has worked hard for several years.

  Currently in New York City, the daily sales volume is about 30,000-40,000 copies.

  Counting the sales in the entire New York State, the daily sales can reach almost 90,000 to 100,000 copies.

   Its boss quoted 18 million US dollars, which is a relatively cheap price.

  Because behind it, there are nearly ten million dollars in liabilities.

   Now, there are two newspapers, the New York Sun and the New York Observer.

  Not only do they share the same office building, they also share the same boss.

  The boss is naturally Abel Smith.

  Abel arrived at the 43rd floor of the Simpson Building and stepped out of the elevator.

  The editors-in-chief of the two newspapers, and related management personnel, are already standing at the elevator door.

  Melio, the deputy general manager of Smith Capital, stood in front of everyone.

  After the elevator door opened, the first thing Abel saw was Merio.

   "Good morning, Boss." The middle-aged and elderly white man, the chubby Merio, immediately greeted the boss with a warm smile.

   "Good morning, Merio." Seeing this fat, kind-hearted employee.

  Abel responded with a smile.

   If David Mellon is Abel's powerful right arm in New York.

  Then Merio is his indispensable left arm in New York.

   In terms of investment and high-end contacts, Merio is not as good as David from Mellon.

  But when it comes to talking about New York, there are also various inexplicable contacts.

  Merio is even better.

  That's why Abel will decorate the company's new headquarters, as well as the financial accounting and other chores in the early stage after purchasing the newspaper.

  Everything is handed over to him, and Merio has done everything well.

   This pleases Abel.

  Welcome by Meriot, the management and important personnel of the "New York Observer" and "New York Sun" expressed their welcome to the boss.

  Melio also introduced the identities of these people to Abel.

  “.This is Dylan, editor-in-chief of the New York Observer.”

  “.This is Lewis, editor-in-chief of the New York Sun.”

  “.This is Alex, the New York Observer.”

   Eloquently, Merio introduced about ten main characters of the two newspapers to Abel.

  Melio did not introduce other important newspaper figures.

  Abel didn't bother to ask.

  After the introduction and handshake, everyone walked into the company.

  Because they belong to the same boss, now the two newspapers have opened up their respective front desks to form a relatively large reception hall.

  The reception hall is still being renovated, but it is large enough to accommodate the management-level staff of the two newspapers.

  At this moment, there are more than 20 most important managers, editors and employees of the two newspapers.

   All in the lobby, standing with their heads up, looking at their shared boss.

  This kind of scene is just a small scene for Abel.

  Before time travel, when he was in high school and college.

   But they are the kind who dare to speak on stage in front of thousands of classmates.

   What's more, after rebirth, there are hundreds of millions of net worth as support.

  Even if he is asked to go to the White House to speak now, he has no pressure.

  Looking at the crowd, Abel spoke directly:

   "As a 20-year-old young man, I have no relevant experience in the publishing industry."

   “But I now have two of the best tools a publisher can have: great people and the curiosity to break the mold.”

   “Plus, I have abilities that other publishers don't have.”

   "If you want to ask what kind of ability it is."

   "I'll tell you, it's money ability."

"but."

   Having said this, he changed the topic, and his smiling expression turned cold.

   "The previous you failed to manage the New York Sun and the New York Observer."

   "I have your data in hand.

  Data shows that the "New York Sun" can only maintain a balance of payments every month, without any surplus.

  The "New York Observer" failed even more, with a monthly loss of 200,000-300,000 US dollars. "

   "These two data, let alone in New York. Even if they are published in national newspapers, you are also losers."

  His merciless words, exposing these people's short words, made the smiling people even more embarrassed.

  Abel is the boss again. At this time, they really are not laughing, and they are not laughing.

   Facing these employees, Abel was too lazy to talk, and continued directly:

   "Starting today, the "New York Sun" and "New York Observer" are directly owned by [AB Smith Newspapers] company."

   "Then, I'll put fifty million dollars into AB Smith Newspapers."

   "This fifty million dollars is the fund for the resurgence of the "New York Sun" and the "New York Observer", and it is also your opportunity."

   "It's up to you whether you can seize the opportunity. But remember, my company doesn't accept losers."

   "It's as simple as that."

"Now."

  Abel looked at Merio, and he said to the latter: "Let the editor-in-chiefs of the two newspapers meet me together. By the way, where is my office?"

  Melio hurriedly took Abel to the chairman's office that had been prepared for him long ago.

  A room remodeled from the luxurious office of Arthur Carter, the boss of the original "New York Observer".

  In this office, Abel saw Louis and Dylan who had just shook hands once.

  The former is the editor-in-chief of the "New York Sun" and the latter is the editor-in-chief of the "New York Observer".

  Looking at the two editor-in-chiefs who walked in with a somewhat cautious expression.

  Abel said blankly:

   "Let the two come in, mainly to explain the direction of the next newspaper."

   "Well, Dylan, tell me first. What do you think the New York Observer should do next," Abel said.

  Dylan is an old white man in his fifties, and so is Louis.

   Now in 2000, zzzq is not so serious, and it is a place like New York.

   Those who can reach high positions are naturally more white.

  Dylan was a little cautious, the editor-in-chief whispered:

   "I think that the next "New York Observer" should still focus on the original route."

  The New York Observer, a weekly magazine, has always focused on real estate, economy, and politics.

   It is a more serious and positive weekly magazine.

  This is why it is recognized by many New York elites and is a must-see every issue.

   Only in the past, it was too focused on news from New York and the East Coast.

  Comparatively indifferent to the news in the United States and the world.

   But this is also where its value lies. There is nothing wrong with being serious, positive, and social.

  The reason why it can't develop is related to only focusing on New York.

   It is also related to the lack of strength of the original boss, Arthur Carter.

  (end of this chapter)

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