America's Road To Wealth Chapter 270

  Chapter 270 Mellon Knight Follows My King Forever

   Although some rich people are rich, they eat very simply. For example, some people like to eat in the company canteen, simply making do with a meal.

  Of course, such simple rich people are a minority after all, and more rich people live a life of luxury.

What is happiness?

   Everyone has their own answer. In Abel's view, the first rule is to enjoy good food.

  What is the most painful thing in life? Faced with a table of delicacies, I dare not eat, cannot eat, and cannot eat.

  No matter what the reason is, not being able to enjoy delicious food is undoubtedly tantamount to losing one of the great joys of life.

   Already in a state where there is never any shortage of material.

  Abel is particular about what he eats, who he sleeps with, and even more about what he eats.

   For many people, what to eat is not important, but who to eat is the key.

   With Abel, it was the opposite.

  At any time, satisfying one's appetite is the first priority.

  Super strong body and super good appetite, so that he can enjoy the beauty of food far more than anyone else.

  Of course, it's not the delicacies of Dundun Mountain. But he has to be very particular about what he eats, even ordinary dishes must be very delicate.

  “. The cuttlefish cake is firm and elastic, and the taste will be better if it is thicker.”

   "This beef louver is good. It is tender and delicious, chewy, and has a good taste."

   "Fried horseshoe cake... Although it is fried, it is not greasy at all."

   "Anna, try this, big red suckling pig, it's fat but not greasy, crispy and smooth."

   "Huh? This sea cucumber dish is interesting. Instead of stewed, fried, dipped in batter and fried until fragrant, sprinkled with salt, minced garlic and pepper, tsk tsk, sea cucumber with salt and pepper, it is really surprising."

  Food is like beauty.

  Beauties are like delicacies, and delicious food is like Yan.

  Feel the gluttonous feast of taste buds and vision. There are delicious food, beautiful women in your arms, and pleasures in the world, but that's all.

  June 20.

   Beverly Hills, 9425 Sunset Blvd.

  In the restaurant.

  Because I have to go back to New York in two days.

   For the remaining two days, Abel did not return to No. 349 Walsh Road, Atherton City.

  Ikana is adjusting her body, planning to use the best state to welcome the arrival of the child.

   During these two days, Abel just used it to enjoy the beauties in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, and other golden houses.

  Like today, he came to Li Fuzhen's place.

  Miss Li is a very smart person.

  Between a casual chat with Abel.

   Knowing that Abel, an authentic Texan, can actually draw Chinese paintings and even speak Chinese.

  Knowing that Abel is a big foodie.

  Li Fuzhen tried to contact the country of Han, and asked her father Li Zaixi to help him find an authentic Chinese chef in Huaxia or Han.

   This is not difficult for Li Zaixi.

   Finding a top Chinese chef to work in the past is really not a difficult task.

  The day after Li Fuzhen sent back the request, a top chef boarded the plane.

   During the middle two days, Abel happened to be away, and today Abel came here.

  Li Fuzhen asked the top Chinese chef who rushed over yesterday.

  Using the Chinese ingredients delivered by the same plane, I cooked a Chinese-style meal for Abel.

   After Abel ate it, his appetite was whetted, and he was full of praise.

   Abel, who was very satisfied with his meal, looked at Li Fuzhen much more pleasingly.

  Li Fuzhen is ten years older than Abel.

  She is thirty-one this year.

  But in Abel's view, each age has its own beauty.

  At a certain age, there is beauty that belongs to this age.

  Li Fuzhen, 31 years old this year, is the oldest woman Abel has ever experienced.

  She has her age-specific beauty.

   "Anna." After sweeping more than half of the whole table of hometown delicacies, Abel was a little satisfied:

   "In the United States, it is not so easy to find such an authentic Chinese chef. This Mr. Chef should be from China, right?"

   "Yes." Li Fuzhen always had a low-browed and pleasing expression in front of Abel.

   It's like how women in Han country faced their husbands in one or two hundred years.

   "Mr. Guan Yi Yang. He is China's top international celebrity chef and master of international culinary art. Since he came to Singapore to perform cooking skills in 1985, he has become famous all over the world."

  Li Fuzhen said: "If you are satisfied with Abel, you can keep him as your personal chef."

   "Of course it's best if it can be done like this." Abel smiled and said, "I will give him the top treatment."

   Since his rebirth almost two years ago, it is not that Abel has never eaten Chinese food made by top chefs.

  However, the Chinese food he ate in the United States, even if it was made by top local Chinese chefs, he still felt a little weird to eat, without the flavor of his hometown.

   This time, even the ingredients and the chef are eaten, all of which are really top-notch crafted dishes shipped from the Celestial Dynasty.

  He realized that the problem with the things he ate before should still be the raw materials.

   "I think Mr. Yang will be willing." Li Fuzhen smiled.

  She decided to ask her father to report to the Celestial Dynasty through the special channel of Samsung Group.

  Let the Chinese government come out to help.

   In this way, the chef of the Celestial Dynasty must have nothing to do even if he doesn't want to stay.

   After eating and drinking, Abel began to discuss serious matters with Li Fuzhen.

   "This time you go back to Korea. I will let you have the status of director of Samsung Group."

  Abel said: "I also acquired some shares of Xiandai, Leyin and SK Group. The amount is not large, but it is enough to get a board seat."

  Hearing what Abel said, even with Li Fuzhen's heart, she couldn't help but want to smile at this moment.

the reason is simple. The companies mentioned by Abel, together with her family's Samsung group, have already managed four of Han's top five chaebols.

   "The shares of Letian Group are very difficult to deal with. It is listed in Neon, and its main shareholders are also Neon people. But those few Neon companies have the shadow of Wall Street behind them."

  Hanguo's five major groups account for more than 70% of the country's GDP.

   It's just that the five major consortiums are in the same situation, and the founder's family only has control and management rights left.

  Stock dividends and benefits are basically all Wall Street and Neon people.

   Among them, Wall Street occupies the vast majority, and Neon people also get part of it by cultivating Lotte.

  Able to become a director of four of the five largest groups and represent a Wall Street tycoon.

  Li Fuzhen felt that when she returned to Han Country, she would immediately become one of the big names in the country.

  Even if he is not as good as his father Lee Jae-seo, he will definitely surpass his elder brother Lee Jae-yong.

  Thinking of this, Li Fuzhen looked at Abel with more and more tenderness.

   This look satisfied Abel, but he continued to explain the business.

   "I thought about it later. After you go back, it is not a very good choice to seize power within the Samsung group."

  Li Fuzhen was startled.

   "Then what do you mean?" she asked softly.

   "Samsung Group is obedient enough. As long as I have enough shares, as long as I am an American, your father will be willing to obey me."

  Abel said: "Several other chaebols are too. So when you go back, you don't need to think about mastering these things."

  Li Fuzhen was a little disappointed, she still wanted to go back to be the queen of Samsung, or even the "Queen of Korea".

  If you can't control the Samsung group, how can you be the queen of Samsung.

  But she didn't show it at all, she still had that tender, "I'll follow your arrangement" expression.

  Li Fuzhen knows that this expression of hers is the expression she likes to see the man in front of her with a strong desire for control, who is more machismo than most Han men.

   "Although you don't need to go back to seize power." Abel continued:

   "But I will still let you be my representative, exercising my will and authority over there."

   "Besides that. I want you to open another company in Han Country."

  Hearing this, Li Fuzhen spoke in a timely manner, and she asked softly, "What type of company is it?"

   "As far as I know, after the financial crisis in 1998, your government established the so-called national policy of "building the country through culture."

  Abel said: "I think this is a good wind. After you go back, you can use this wind to develop your business in this field. How to do it, I will let my advisory group help you."

  Li Fuzhen nodded obediently again.

   "Okay." After finishing the business, Abel stood up with a smile, "Come in with me. Before you return to Han Country, I will insure you."

Insurance?

  Li Fuzhen was a little confused, not knowing what Abel meant by insurance.

   Soon she understood.

   After understanding it, Li Fuzhen regretted it at first.

  But in the end, she broke the can, and she also began to give up.

   For the next two days, Abel stayed here at 9425 Sunset Blvd.

   Didn't even go to 10410 Bellagio Road, which is not far from here.

   These are the two days when Li Fuzhen was suffering, and it was also the two days when Abel paid for her insurance.

   Two days later, on the morning of June 21. Abel sent Li Fuzhen to the plane back to Han.

  Going to Han Country with Li Fuzhen, there are more than ten staff members from Rock Security.

   and the five members of Abel's Advisory Board.

   There are also staff sent by Smith Media and Smith Capital.

  The latter will go to the United States to establish branches of these two companies and extend their tentacles to the semi-economic and semi-colonial United States overseas.

   At noon on this day, Abel returned to No. 349 Walsh Road.

  He picked up Ikana, who was recuperating, and Paris Hilton, who was constantly thinking about it.

  Take the Boeing 747 that flew to San Francisco to pick up the owner, and return to New York.

   Compared with the small and medium-sized business jet Gulfstream G400.

  The Boeing 747 was originally designed as a large military transport aircraft.

   After a dozen generations of iterative design, it is now the most successful large passenger aircraft in the world—maybe not even one.

  Sufficiently large fuselage area and hangar make its interior space very spacious, almost equivalent to a small villa.

   Let's put it this way.

   In this privately customized Boeing 747, there is even a small garage.

  This small garage can carry two to three C-class cars or large SUVs of similar size at a time.

  Using this plane to travel, Abel doesn't have to go to every place, rent a car locally, or buy a car to refit.

  He can bring his favorite vehicle, and he can take a special car that has been safely modified wherever he goes.

  The Boeing 747 is relatively large, and not every place has an airport where it can take off or land.

   Only airports with sufficient levels in medium and large cities can be used by Boeing 747.

   It's not the first time Paris Hilton has flown in a private jet.

  It was the first time to take a Boeing 747 private jet, and it was also the first time to take such an expensive and luxurious private jet.

  As soon as she got on the plane, Paris Hilton looked curious.

  She still wanted to pull Ikana.

   Let's take a look at how luxurious this private jet, which is said to cost more than 180 million US dollars in purchase and modification, will be.

  But Ikana ignored her at all.

  As soon as I got on the plane, Ikana couldn't wait to pull Abel to the master suite on the plane.

  Paris Hilton also heard Ikana whispering to Abel as she walked:

   "I took medicine and adjusted for two days. Now I am in good health, but today is an unsafe period. My dear, maybe we can try to form a crystallization of love at high altitude."

   Falk oil!

  Paris Hilton cursed secretly, only one person admired this super plane worth 180 million US dollars.

  Thousands of miles a day.

  Boeing 747 in the evening. Landed at the long-lost JFK International Airport.

  Paris Hilton was sleeping when it landed.

  The stewardess of the private jet reminded her that she had arrived in New York.

  Paris Hilton found that Abel had already got off the plane.

  She got up in a panic. I thought I was thrown on the plane by Abel and Ikana.

   Didn't expect the stewardess of the private jet, but reminded her:

   "Miss Ikana hasn't left the plane yet, she will leave later."

  Paris Hilton was taken aback.

what's the situation?

  The planes have already arrived and parked at the airport.

  Abel is gone.

  Why is Ikana still not leaving?

  Paris asked: "Where is Ikana? Why hasn't she left yet?"

   "Miss Ikana is in the room." The stewardess smiled.

  As for why they didn't leave, the stewardess didn't know, and dared not say.

  Paris came to the master bedroom in the middle of the plane, and she rang the doorbell and called:

   "Ikana, it's me. Why don't you go? Abel is gone, he left us both behind!"

   After a few seconds, Ikana's voice came from the intercom microphone next to the bedroom door.

   "I know he's gone. I told him to go first. I'm inside. Dear Paris, come in if you want, the door is unlocked."

   Hearing Ikana say that, Paris Hilton was not too polite.

  She pushed the door and entered, and saw a huge round Simmons inside.

  Ikana was lying on it in a strange posture.

  I saw Ikana's long legs raised high, leaning against the wall on Simmons' side, her hips lifted up, her body and head lying on Simmons.

  Lying in a strange posture with the lower body tall and the upper body low.

   "What's wrong with you?" Paris Hilton closed the door and walked in curiously.

   "It's nothing." Ikana smiled at her, "I've read the book and asked the doctor. Well, after doing that kind of thing. It's the easiest to have children in this posture."

  Paris:

   Falk squid.

  Paris was cursing again in her heart.

  The other side, after leaving JFK.

   Taking advantage of the evening rush hour, Abel returned to the Smith Building with a smooth journey.

  Knowing that he is coming back today, David Mellon ran to the gate on the first floor of the company to wait for him half an hour ago.

"How's it going."

  Abel asked David Mellon as he went inside.

   "USD/NOK, finally showing signs of collapse!" David Mellon said excitedly:

   "Soros is here! I have a gossip that Soros has assembled at least hundreds of billions of dollars in funds and wants to short the Kingdom of Norway!"

   "It's not gossip," Abe said. "The whole Wall Street knows it now."

   "Ha~" David followed Abel and walked to the elevator hall together. The employees of Smith Capital who hadn't got off work along the way saluted their "king" one after another, a standard knight salute.

   This has become Smith Capital, a well-known tradition in Wall Street.

   "Soros' end is the worst news for the Kingdom of Norway and Europe."

   “But the best news for us and for those shorting NOK FX futures.”

  David said excitedly: "Boss, no wonder you let us increase our positions! So you knew that Soros would end."

   "I don't know." Abel, who stood in the elevator, said seriously:

   "I don't know at all. Soros and I have never been the same."

  David Mellon was startled.

  At this moment, the elevator started to go up. When David reorganized his language and wanted to speak, the elevator door opened.

  Smith Capital is only four floors high, and the elevator can go through it quickly.

  Abel came to the trading floor on the fourth floor, where dozens of employees were still on duty.

  He walked directly to the information wall and glanced at the current USD/NOK market.

  7.6350.

  Compared to the previous shock line that persisted. In just two days, the currency pair has risen crazily by more than 200 points.

  If it wasn't for the follow-up of Smith Capital, which began to increase the amount of funds and holdings.

   At this time, Smith Capital has already made a lot of profits, at least hundreds of millions of dollars or more.

  Nowadays, due to the continuous investment of funds, the position of opening positions has been pulled up a lot, resulting in the current floating profit of this value is not particularly exaggerated.

   But Smith Capital, in the USD/NOK plate.

  The amount of capital of the company has exceeded 50 billion US dollars. The standard number of hands held is more than 500,000, making him one of the biggest players on the plate.

  Abel stared closely at the screen wall for a few minutes.

   With his talent activated, he confirmed the ending.

   This made Abel breathe a sigh of relief.

   "Everything is still under control." Abel turned to David and said, "Continue to build positions. Below 7.6500, eat as much as you can."

  David was still thinking about what Abel said just now, and when he heard what Abel said, he quickly responded: "Understood, boss."

  Abel smiled and patted David on the shoulder, "Man, we can make a lot of money this time. If everything goes well, you will be the richest Mellon in the world."

   "Ha." David laughed, excited, and started the second grade again: "Knight Mellon is willing to pursue you forever, my beloved king."

  (end of this chapter)

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