MTL - America’s Road To Wealth-Chapter 35 hello sir
Chapter 35 How are you, sir
2000, August 20th.
In the evening, Midtown Manhattan, Hilton Hotel downtown.
This hotel has an allusion.
As we all know, the Hilton hotels in most areas are five-star luxury.
This hotel is less than ten minutes walk from Central Park.
Walking distance from Wall Street, and about the same time as the Hilton Hotel in Midtown.
The location of the hotel, or the service, or the brand, or other facilities.
All are very grand and top-notch, not losing to other Hilton hotels.
But this Hilton Hotel is only rated as a four-star hotel.
The reason for this is said to be because the hotel first opened 40 years ago.
At first it was five-star, but after only one year, it was downgraded to four because of complaints from customers.
Thirty-three-year-old Barron Hilton, the son of the founder of Hilton Hotels, was ashamed.
This second generation, who has become the vice president of the company, is fully involved in the rectification of the Midtown Hilton Hotel.
Through his six months of rectification, the star rating of this hotel has returned to five-star.
But Barron Hilton rejected the rating upgrade, saying: "I don't want it to be five stars, I want it to be four stars all the time, as a model for all Hilton hotel managers!"
This is the Hilton Hotel located in the heart of Manhattan, so close to Central Park.
It has always been a four-star hotel, which is very different from other Hiltons.
Abel didn't know if it was true.
Anyway, this is what the media in the United States reported.
It has nothing to do with him anyway.
This day, he asked the driver to take him downstairs to the building where the Hilton Hotel in Midtown is located.
Holding the invitation letter, I followed Edward and Lincoln, and entered the building.
In the lobby on the first floor of the building, the lobby manager of the Hilton Hotel was already waiting with a group of solemnly dressed waiters.
Hand in the invitation letter, and you can go up without a hitch.
But only one person can be brought, Lincoln was left behind.
Edward has a white face, follow him up.
Take the elevator to the eleventh floor and walk into the magnificent golden banquet hall of the Hilton Hotel.
The entourage cannot enter, and Edward, the white man, can only rest in the rest room specially arranged for him.
The main hall is about a thousand square meters, with several rows of rectangular buffet tables arranged in an orderly manner.
Well-dressed waiters are shuttling back and forth, preparing high-end red wine or foreign wine for the guests.
The host and initiator of today's banquet, and Hilton's current ruler, Baron Hilton.
The gray-haired old man was surrounded by many people, surrounded by them like stars holding the moon.
Abel is not familiar with the other party, and there are so many people.
Glanced a few times from a distance, but didn't intend to go up to say hello immediately.
At this moment, none of the guests at the scene noticed him.
He went to the sofa in the corner and sat down alone, took a glass of red wine from the waiter, and drank quietly.
"Huh? That should be Paris Hilton, right?"
But he discovered that there was a beautiful blonde girl about eighteen or nineteen years old who was following Baron Hilton.
At this time, Paris Hield hadn't started her wandering career yet.
At the moment, she is following Grandpa Barron Hilton, dressed in a standard rich girl costume.
Looks very good, like a good girl.
Paris Hilton, who has not been weathered and has not yet started to wander, still looks very tender and delicious.
"You are here~ I found you."
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from the side.
Abel turned his head to look over and saw David Mellon walking over with a wine glass and a smile on his face.
Abel shrugged: "It's boring, I don't know anyone. I can only hide in the corner and drink alone."
"Who can blame this? Since last year, many people have invited you to the banquet. But you didn't attend any of them."
David Mellon said: "If you don't socialize, how can you have friends?"
"Okay. What you say makes sense.
So I'm here now. "
Abel raised his red wine glass with a smile, and tapped lightly with David.
"You don't know." After the toast, David sat beside him and whispered to him:
"Actually, you are very attractive. I heard that many people came tonight because of you.
Look here, there's one over there. He came over. "
Abel turned his head and looked in the direction David said.
He saw a tall, fat, blond old white man walking in a hurry, walking here with a red wine glass in his hand.
There is only this sofa here, and the opponent's target is obviously him or David Mellon.
"D. Ted Lerner, real estate businessman, TV businessman. An upstart who is good at showmanship, has gone bankrupt many times, but still climbed up."
"But it's just his appearance. He has a very good father and grandfather. It was his father who helped him get over the bankruptcy situation many times."
"This man has a big mouth, and he likes to talk nonsense on TV. Be careful."
David had just finished talking to him in a low voice, when Ted Lerner was in a hurry and walked up to the two of them.
He called out, "Hey, two handsome gentlemen. Is there anyone here? May I sit here?"
He points to the empty sofa seat next to Abel and David.
David Mellon smiled: "Oh, dear Lerner. I know, even if I say you can't sit, you will sit down. So... of course it is unoccupied, so please go ahead."
"Hahaha~David, you really know me best!" Lerner said with a loud laugh.
David shrugged and gave Abel a look, as if to say "I'm right?"
Abel smiled back, he had heard of this businessman.
The money is not particularly large, but the reputation is great.
The main reason is that his way of doing things is very rich, and the old money is not ashamed, and the new money also thinks he is too ostentatious.
So although the family has been rich for decades, his generation is the third generation.
But it is still not very accepted by the wealthy class in the United States, and it is outside the rich system in Outer New York.
Abel smiled and reached out to Ted Lerner, "Hi, Mr. D. Ted Lerner, I'm Abel Smith, nice to meet you."
His move,
David Mellon, who was familiar with him, was taken aback for a moment.
Ted was also taken aback for a moment.
The former knows that Abel looks easy-going on the outside, but he is actually very proud on the inside.
Rarely take the initiative to reach out to others with a smile like this, and even take the initiative to introduce themselves.
Ted, an old New Yorker, has long heard the name of the wolf of Wall Street.
It is said that this young financial genius has a very cold personality.
It has been almost a year since I came to New York.
There is almost no social interaction, and almost never participated in the banquets or invitations of other rich or famous people.
Except for a good relationship with David of the Mellon family, the relationship with other people is very ordinary.
As David Mellon approached this way just now, many New Yorkers present noticed Abel's arrival.
They were all surprised and speculating.
Guess why this gentleman appeared here.
But D. Ted Lerner is different.
He has incredible mobility and courage.
Without even thinking about it, I walked over, wanting to get to know this Wall Street upstart.
Ted himself was prepared to be shut down.
But I didn't expect that Abel's attitude was so friendly.
Before Ted himself spoke first, Abel had already spoken first.
Not at all, the frigidity of the legendary Wolf of Wall Street.
When Ted and David were in a daze.
A delicate voice appeared behind the tall, strong and fat D. Ted Lerner.
"Father, why did you come here? Oh~ it's Mr. Mellon, ah, and this gentleman, hello."
A smiling blonde girl with model height.
She emerges from behind D. Ted Lerner and stands beside her father.
(end of this chapter)
