MTL - America’s Road To Wealth-Chapter 28 hilton invitation
Chapter 28 Hilton's Invitation
Before leaving the company,
David Mellon suddenly stopped Abel and asked him to wait.
Then David went back to the office and took out some things.
Abel took a closer look, good guy, it's a big stack of invitation cards, invitation letters and the like.
David handed these things to him, and said:
"Here, I collected another bunch of these things.
Speaking of which, man, you can't go on like this forever.
It will appear that we are particularly out of gregarious.
You know, on Wall Street, gregariousness is more important than anything else! "
Abel took it casually and looked down. These invitations were all exquisite.
There is even some gold wire engraved in radium on it.
The gold thread is shining under the light, full of local tyrants.
He counted a little, there are eleven letters here, and most of them are exquisite.
"You're right. I can't make people think I'm out of place." Abel said with a smile.
"Oh, you figured it out?" David was a little surprised.
This situation has happened many times before.
That is, many people sent invitation letters, inviting Abel to participate in some social activities.
But Abel didn't go.
Each time, Abel let David handle it himself.
Process what?
Handle invitations to Abel, or to Smith Capital, for various banquets.
Most of these invitations come from the upper echelons of New York.
There are many invitations from Wall Street.
There are also invitations from other rich people in New York, and even some banquet invitations from New York political figures.
As we all know, Europeans and Americans love to hold parties.
This is true for ordinary people, as well as for those in the upper class.
Compared with ordinary people, the upper class of Europeans and Americans even love parties and various banquets.
This habit has existed since Roman times.
After Germanic and Onsa ruled the European continent together, they carried forward this habit of Rome.
On the American continent, the current mainstream is basically the descendants of Germanic and Onsa.
Moreover, there is also a Netole policy of entertaining to death.
Under the guidance of the above, ordinary people love to hold parties even more.
It is reflected in the upper class, that is, all kinds of banquets, gatherings, and parties, there are simply countless.
If a rich man is willing, he can even go to other people's banquets every night for 30 days a month.
Sometimes, you can even go to two or three banquets in one night.
When Abel first came to New York, no one paid any attention to him.
He lives in seclusion, so there is no such banquet invitation.
But by the end of last year, he had become a billionaire because of his many miraculous foreign exchange transactions.
Still on Wall Street, he has a certain reputation.
At that time, many "friends" found him.
One after another, people sent invitation letters to him for various banquets and social interactions.
Wait until the Nasdaq event this year, after Smith Capital is officially established.
The number of invitations like this doubled several times at once.
It's just that before this, he has never participated in an invitation from these people.
At most, let David, instead of him, attend several charity banquets that invited Smith Capital Charity, or banquets from the New York City Council.
David Mellon is a little numb to this.
I even didn't understand why Abel didn't like attending these banquets so much.
Is it social phobia?
David doesn’t think so, because he doesn’t have social phobia and dares to confess his love to a strange girl in full view.
And David's boss, dear Mr. Abel Smith, this guy dares!
Didn’t expect today,
Abel would say such things to him.
David was very surprised by this.
"Don't look at me like that." Abel randomly picked out one of the eleven invitation letters in David's hand.
"The reason why I didn't participate before. It's just that I don't think the time and conditions are suitable."
"But now, I think the time and the conditions are right."
"In the future, I will participate in these social activities one after another."
"Well, let me see which gentleman's invitation letter I have won."
He lowered his head and glanced at the name on the invitation letter.
David also leaned over, wondering who would be so lucky to get his boss' "first time".
"Invitation from the Hilton family." David looked at it and said softly: "You are the one who invited me. The reason for the invitation is to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the opening of the Hilton Hotel in Midtown Manhattan."
Abel couldn't help shaking his head, and complained to his friend:
"I always feel that these oldMoneys can hold a banquet even if they fart."
"You can't think like that. Dude."
David felt that he had to correct his friend's thinking.
"The banquet itself is not really important. What is important is the social activities while attending the banquet, which is the most important thing."
He said earnestly: "This will allow you to meet more friends.
You can’t know none of the rich New Yorkers except some NYPD and me, right? "
"You are right." Abel nodded, "Then join in."
"What about these?" David Mellon raised his other ten invitation letters.
"I will try to participate in some useful ones. But there are so many, I can't participate in all of them, right? It's not enough to split me in half." Abel said.
"That's true. Then it's better to join Hilton first. But don't you want to read these?" David said.
"Did you read it for me?"
"Yes." David said honestly.
"Is there any one that is particularly important. If I don't participate, I or the company will go bankrupt?"
"Not really."
"That's right." Abel snapped his fingers, "snap", "That's not very important.
There will be a very important banquet in the future, even if it's just what you think.
Pick it out again and let me participate. "
"Fine." David Mellon was persuaded.
Exactly what Abel said.
When an American's status reaches a certain level.
Then every day, he would receive many invitations to banquets or similar social events.
If every one of this person goes to participate, it is not enough to split him into a dozen.
"Then August 20th, the day after tomorrow. A banquet at the Hilton Hotel." David said.
"I will accompany you when the time comes, because I also received this invitation letter."
"Thanks, buddy." Abel said with a smile.
He knew that at least half of the reason why David chose to go with him was because he was worried about offending others.
Or being bullied at the party.
Because of the social activities held by these upper-class figures in New York since I came to New York.
He really didn’t participate once.
Before that, he was just a senior redneck family from Texas.
When I was in Texas, I never attended a similar banquet of the upper class.
It would be much better if there was a person who showed the door.
David is willing to be such a leader.
"It's a happy decision like this. Alright. You deal with it, and then get off work too.
Nothing to do tomorrow, just take a break.
Anyway, the normal operation of the company, Merio will take care of it. "
Abel said to David.
Melio is the deputy general manager of the company.
Compared to the general manager David, Merio is a logistics manager.
Melio will not be in charge of investment matters, his responsibility is the entire company, everything except investment.
"Okay." David responded, and he really needed to take a good rest.
At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded in Abel's pocket.
"The phone is ringing." David reminded.
Abel nodded and took out his small Nokia mobile phone.
Looking at the caller ID above, I found that the calling number was my home number.
He didn't shy away from David, so he got through easily.
"Hello? Mom? Or
dad? "
(end of this chapter)
