America's Road To Wealth Chapter 107

   Chapter 107 Social Rules of High Society (210)

  At night, in Lower Manhattan, New York, outside the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in the heartland.

   Luxury cars drive by slowly.

  These vehicles all stopped for a while at the entrance of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

   But they won't be here for long.

  They just need to be here, to let go of their master.

   Let their owners calmly enter this top New York hotel built at the same time as the Empire State Building.

   Then they and their drivers will find a place to park by themselves.

   Waiting until the owner needs them, they will walk through the streets of Manhattan to meet their owners.

  Tonight's charity auction was organized by the New York Branch of the Texas Commercial Bank and major New York newspapers.

   Such a banquet naturally has the participation of some celebrities and stars.

  Because the executives of a large bank took the lead, there were naturally some big figures from the financial and business circles participating.

  Where there are celebrities, there are paparazzi.

  Where there are business elites, there are financial journalists.

  Especially tonight's protagonist, it is said that there are several bosses of major newspapers.

  Reporters and paparazzi want to photograph their own bosses, or the bosses of other competing companies.

   Naturally, I am more energetic and more focused.

  So that the flashlights were shining, as if they were going to illuminate the entrance of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel into daylight.

  Abel wore a slim black suit tonight, with a crimson bow tie, leather shoes as bright as a mirror, a royal oak watch, and hair combed like an adult.

   Walking out of the car, Abel narrowed his eyes slightly as the flashing light flashed on him.

   This is different from the Hilton family banquet I attended last time.

  Hilton That time, Barry Hilton was not enough to attract such a media attention.

  There were no reporters at the door.

  The excitement this time was mainly due to the participation of the bosses of several major New York newspapers.

  He shook his head slightly, turned around and stood sideways, stretching his hand slightly into the carriage.

   Inside is a red dress, beautiful and generous, showing Ikana with a hollow back.

  Ikana smiled generously, took Abel's hand, and stepped out of the car gracefully.

  Abel held her catkin, and the two stood together on the red carpet.

   These handsome men and beautiful women, one is tall and handsome, and the other is tall and beautiful.

   Immediately attracted the shots of all the reporters, and the flash lights were as bright as day.

  Abel was not used to this kind of scene, mainly because he didn't like those flashing lights.

  Ikana is much better, she seems to be born for this kind of scene.

   Obviously Abel's eyes hurt a little from the exposure, but she can open her beautiful eyes wide.

  It seems that these flash lights are just the light of fireflies.

  With an elegant and sweet smile on her face, she waved to the reporter who recognized her identity and shouted her name from time to time.

  Ikana is relatively well-known in New York and in the United States.

   Who told her that her father was more showy, and he was a relatively successful TV businessman.

  Ikana was sixteen years old, even in college.

   I have already been the host of the Miss Universe US division selection, which is also the host of Miss Youth USA.

   Coupled with the increased aura of "entrepreneurship", she is already quite a celebrity in the United States.

  By contrast, Abel, the Wolf of Wall Street.

   It is also well-known in some financial media and in Manhattan.

  For ordinary people, not many people really know him.

   After all, until now, except for those few elite media.

   He has also been featured in The New York Times and The New York Observer.

  The New York Times report was only on the third page, and it was half a year ago.

  Those who have seen it have probably forgotten him after so long.

   "The New York Observer" has a boss who has boasted about it.

   But its sales volume is only tens of thousands of copies, and the readers are generally New York elites.

   Few ordinary people really know him.

  In this case, the number of reporters who know him is naturally not many.

   After all, journalists always only pay attention to the people or things or things that readers like to watch.

   Others, they don't bother to care.

  He appears at the same time as Ikana now, and it is naturally Ikana who gets more attention.

  He came forward to invite Ikana to come over. Only Ikana is the main person who is eligible to participate in today's banquet.

   Instead, it became secondary.

   Fortunately, his appearance is also very photogenic, standing next to Ikana's aura is not lost to her at all.

   There is a feeling that his status is above Ikana.

   This made the reporters very curious about him.

   It was obviously not an interview session, but there were already people who didn't know his identity and asked Ikana and him loudly.

  Someone asked him if he was Ikana's boyfriend.

  Someone asked him if he was a relative of Ikana.

   Some directly asked him who he was.

  There are all kinds of messy questions.

  Ikana and Abel ignored it, and the two walked onto the red carpet together.

  Abel was holding his pocket with one hand, and held the other hand slightly for Ikana, expressionless.

  Ikana cooperated with the yelling reporter and took a few photos, showing a sweet and generous smile, and then walked into the hotel with him.

  The two came to the banquet hall. At this time, many so-called celebrities had already arrived.

   But not much, it should be a quarter or a third.

  At this time, most of the people were walking around at will, some two, some three or four were chatting together.

   From time to time, people can be seen smiling and nodding at him and Ikana.

  Abel didn't know most of them.

   "Is this a friend you know? I don't know them."

  Abel whispered to Ikana.

   "I don't know many of them, but a few." Ikana responded to those people with a smile on her face:

   "But this is the case on this occasion. Maybe a nod can promote a cooperation."

  Abel nodded, understood.

   means to be familiar.

  The banquet hall has been completely furnished.

  The main body is a wide rostrum with a round dining table underneath.

   In the middle of each dining table is a large bouquet of pink flowers.

  Wearing white shirts, black vests and bow ties, almost all handsome and beautiful waiters shuttled through the crowd to deliver champagne and red wine.

   Abel also noticed.

  These circular dining tables, and the chairs next to them, have gold engravings.

   If you look carefully, you can find that these letters are actually names one by one.

  Ikana said that this was the name of the guests who participated in the banquet tonight.

   Simply put, after the banquet officially started.

  Guests have to be seated one after another, how to arrange the seats?

   Seats, so the organizer has allocated them for you in advance!

  The text composed of these golden letters, the name on it is the seat.

  The allocation of these seats is very strict, with clear distinctions, and a serious class concept.

   Today's charity dinner, although the lead is the Texas Commercial Bank.

   Understated in New York.

  But among the co-organizers, there are newspaper giants such as Dow Jones Company and New York Times Company.

   In this way, the level of this charity banquet was also raised.

  This high-end, relatively public social gathering, even in Manhattan.

   There are only a dozen or so events every year, and any guest present is a symbol of identity and status.

  This kind of occasion is the fame and fortune circle of New York's upper class, and the degree of snobbery far exceeds that of the entertainment circle.

  The field is full of human feelings and worldly conditions. With red top and white.

   In this case.

  The rich and famous will be happy to compete for family background, wealth, and female companions, collectively referred to as Ball Field Culture.

  This place is like the Colosseum of the social world.

  There are a group of famous Ball queens in the United States, who are the so-called socialites who must go to every Ball, and are keen to participate in parties.

  In parallel time and space, Paris in two years' time is one of the post-Balls.

  Hollywood, the women of the later Kardashian family are all post-Ball like this.

  The meaning of their life is to show off in the ball field, comparing clothing, looks, jewelry, sexiness, grandpa, daddy, and husband.

  In the future, there will be a buzzword on the Internet called 'C position', which has already taken shape as early as this era.

  As an outsider, I still come from a place that doesn't pay much attention to such things in rural Texas.

  Abel knew nothing about these things.

  Different from last time.

   Last time he attended the Hilton family banquet, he went late.

  When he went, a similar seat had already been arranged.

   Plus as soon as he arrived, David went to him.

   There were also many financial giants present at the time, so Abel didn't appreciate the scope at all.

   This time he came with Ikana, and he came earlier.

  Many other guests hadn't come yet, which made him aware immediately.

   Fortunately, Ikana, who is by his side, is familiar with this so-called ball field culture.

  Ikana's father, whether he was young or now, has always been a Ball king.

  From a relatively young age, Ikana often followed her father to participate in such occasions.

  She is very familiar with this kind of ball field culture, and she is also a master of it.

   "There is such a thing."

  The two exchanged in low voices, and Abel couldn't help but be amazed after hearing some interesting facts about the Ball field culture introduced by Ikana.

  Ikana has always had that kind of generous and decent smile on her face, only the slight expression told Abel that she is in a happier mood now.

  She whispered: "I didn't expect you didn't know this."

   "My family runs a farm. I am more familiar with how to harness horses and woolen sheep. Oh, and how to breed mares or cows in heat." Abel shrugged and said.

  After speaking, he noticed Ikana's surprised expression.

   This made Abel realize that his last sentence seemed inappropriate to say on this occasion.

  He explained: "I mean mating mares and cows. I mean in the pasture, after seeing that they are in estrus, get them into the stalls and bull stalls, and let them mate."

   "Pedigree selection is also required, so that good mares and cows can give birth to good pony and calf with blood."

   "." Ikana didn't know how to respond.

   She had to whisper, "That sounds interesting. I've ridden horses and I like milk, but I don't know that."

   "If there is a chance, I will show you later." Abel said.

   "Eh~ okay." Ikana said helplessly.

   "Also, Ikana. Tell me about the so-called Ball Field culture. They sound funny."

  Abel knew that this topic was what interested her.

  So he quickly brought the topic back here.

  Ikana nodded, obviously happy to help Abel Cop.

   "Take this banquet as an example." She whispered.

   "Generally speaking, this kind of banquet is graded. Guests cannot sit casually, and everyone has their own seat."

   "The first class is the head office of the organizer. It has the most expensive status. Almost all the people who can sit there are the top richest people in the city."

   "Here~" She stretched out her white and delicate fingers and pointed in the direction of the rostrum.

   "Around the first row there, there are only about five or six tables, which are the first class."

   "Understood." Abel nodded.

  It's a bit like attending a concert held by a star.

  The closer you are to the stars, the closer you are to the concert stage.

  The higher the ticket price, the higher the ticket price, relatively speaking, the more face-saving people are on the court.

   They are all people who are not short of money, or loyal fans.

   "The second class is located on the side, scattered around the first row of these tables in front." Ikana said.

  She didn't say, most of New York City's class, or a slightly inferior banquet.

  Even if it is her father, most of the time, he is not qualified to sit in this waiting seat.

   Before Xianyu turned around, her father really didn't have a high status in New York.

   Otherwise, it wouldn't be reduced to a banquet. It was teased by Obama as a laughing coffee to adjust the atmosphere of the banquet.

   "The third is very far from the rostrum, they are all marginal figures, and they are also the mainstream participating in the banquet.

  Like several Hollywood superstars who arrived at the scene tonight, their positions are usually here. "

   Ikana said.

   In fact, there is another kind of doorway. Sitting in this position means that the mess is the worst.

   Once arranged in this position, many guests will leave early to avoid being ridiculed by snobs.

  But the Texas Mercantile Bank, which hosted the banquet tonight, and several major newspapers.

   belongs to the kind who are more able to behave, and may not want to offend others.

  For the charity dinner tonight, the entrance area was vacated, and no seat was arranged.

   Having said that, Ikana finally added:

   "So, to organize such a super ball. It looks very simple, but in fact, it is very thoughtful in many cases. Especially the arrangement of the stage and the arrangement of seats, who sits in which position needs to be carefully weighed."

  Abel nodded, drawing inferences from one instance, he already understood the so-called ball court culture.

  He feels that in many occasions, it is not just about weighing class identity.

   There is even a need to consider whether there is any personal enmity between the guests, if the organizer is careless.

   Arrange the two groups of enemies on the same seat, then the organizer will easily offend the two groups of guests at the same time.

  After all, the so-called high society is ultimately composed of people.

  Since we are human beings, there is no way to avoid human nature.

   "Okay." Abel saw more and more people entering the venue, he couldn't help but said:

   "I see, it sounds interesting. But. Ikana, where do you think we should be? Or should I say, where am I supposed to sit?"

  On the invitation letter, there will be no seating or anything.

  If this kind of thing is written on it, many people may simply not come.

  Usually come to the present, and then look for it by yourself.

  Or just ask the waiter to take you there.

   "I guess." Ikana said uncertainly, "It should be in the second class."

  (end of this chapter)

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