Located between Nassau Street and William Street, at 40 Wall Street, the Trump Building, formerly known as the Bank of Manhattan, was built in 1930 after a number of accidents and has long since been dilapidated.

In recent years, Mayor Rudy has planned to build a "new New York", and Manhattan, as the center of New York, is naturally the top priority.

So last year, City Hall sold the 40-year tenure of the building to Donald for a low price of $8 million, in exchange for having to renovate the building.

If it's just that the real estate industry is sluggish, relying on the capital accumulated before, he can barely support the past, but unfortunately the extramarital affair was suddenly exposed, and his ex-wife also gave him a heavy blow.

The bank that used to gather around waving checks and trying to lend him money is now out of sight, and the huge monthly repayments are on the head, and the company has to maintain the company's expenses, so how can there be spare money to renovate the building.

So I made a slip and renovated the entire exterior wall of the Trump Building, decorating the first to third floors for my company's use, and as for the dozens of floors above, I put it first, anyway, it was a building that was picked up for nothing by relying on government connections, and I didn't feel distressed when it was empty.

Donald Teplano sits in a chair in his office on the third floor, no matter what the recent situation has been, enjoyment is a must, and the entire expansive office is built according to five stars, which is extraordinarily luxurious.

In his hand, a cigarette emitted a white mist, put it to his mouth and took a deep breath, thinking about something in a lost mind.

Yesterday I received a call from a super-rich man telling him that he was interested in the development rights of two pieces of land in his hands and that he would come to New York today.

Donald arrived overnight on his own private jet from Florida, and without agreeing on a specific time, he began to wait at the company in the morning, counting twenty or thirty cigarette butts in the ashtray, which clearly showed his urgency.

The paper spread out on the table is full of Mr. Han's life experience, and SOS is not listed. I don't know exactly how much he is worth, but based on the huge fixed assets, it could be close to $10 billion, and if the company goes public, the consulting firm estimates that this figure will at least double that figure.

He is known as the king of New York real estate. But Donald knew he was nothing in the eyes of the super-rich, and if he could leak some cash out of him to support himself, it would ......

Thinking of this, my heart was hot, the cigarette in my hand burned to the filter, and the smell of paste wafted in the air, so I put it in the ashtray and lit it a few times to extinguish it, and then picked up another one.

The lighter clicked softly, and blue-yellow flames erupted, and Donald took a deep breath. He kept muttering to himself: "What can I give him, what can I take to impress him with the land, No. 200, No. 220 ......"

The Audi A8 heads south to Lower Manhattan and sees the World Trade Center in the distance.

Han Xuan flipped through the information again to see if there was anything missing, and he really let him find it.

Both of these are rare and large plots of land in Manhattan, and if the surrounding parks are preserved, the City Hall can waive this fee, even though the land belongs to the federal government. But what's the difference with your own back garden.

Buying No. 200 land can save hundreds of millions of dollars back and forth. But 220 is leaning on the Central Plains Park, so the garden is not bigger, but there are residential areas around it, and the high-rise buildings are not too abrupt.

Finding that the car was not moving, Han Xuan was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's here. Look over there. Gabriel was speechless.

Han Xuan turned his head to look over, and a few meters away above the gate were written letters such as "Trump Company" and "Trump Shuttle Airlines", and Gabriel's voice came from his ears: "Where is the entrance to the underground parking lot, I didn't see it when I turned around"

It's easy to get sleepy in the afternoon, and there hasn't been much from Trump lately. When Han Xuan entered the door, the two front deskers were dozing off.

"Hey!" Owen walked over and knocked on the counter to wake them up, probably because he was pretty, and immediately slowed down his tone: "Is your boss here, I have something to do with him." ”

"No. The young receptionist, who was in his twenties, replied skillfully, glanced at a few people in front of him, and asked for debts if he wanted to collect debts, and brought a child over

The security guards had nothing to do with themselves, hung high, pretended not to see, turned their heads and walked outside with their hands behind their backs, seeing that they were obviously prepared, maybe they would suffer, so they took so much of their salary, and they were injured thanks to it.

Han Xuan walked to the door suspiciously, took the mobile phone handed by Rice, pressed the speed button and put it to his ear, and then spoke: "The front desk said that Donald Trump is not there, you have an appointment with him?"

“…… I made it very clear yesterday, you wait, I'll call him. ”

After speaking, the old man hung up, and then the phone at the front desk rang, and a woman picked it up and muttered, looked at them, and shouted, "Mr. Han?"

"I'm here. Han Xuan replied.

The female receptionist bowed her head and said a few words, and within two minutes, a middle-aged white man with nearly fifty years of yellow hair trotted out, passed by Gabriel, looked at them, stood at the door and scratched his head to look back and forth, and strode to the front desk to ask.

Knowing the situation, he looked at Han Xuan in shock: "The Mr. Han I am talking about is the one from the SOS Group."

"He is my grandfather, hello, chairman of Snow Mountain Investment Company. ”

Han Xuan walked up to him in a serious manner and stretched out his hand: "I'll talk about the two pieces of land today, and I'll make a decision, Mr. Donald." ”

"Uh, oh, hello. ”

Donald felt a few blows to his head with a stick, and he was still confused.

After waiting for a child for a long time, he still came over to discuss a big business of hundreds of millions of dollars, and he only talked to Old Man Han just now, and he did know from him that the person had arrived, and he couldn't fake it, so he said in a weak tone: "Please go this way, the conference hall has been prepared." ”

"Boy! Wait, sorry, it's too late for the traffic jam. ”

Han Xuan turned around and found that it was Perez Lawyer and Dilan, who helped acquire Blizzard Entertainment in California, and this team was responsible for the acquisition of SOS Group, and said, "I know that Grandpa is not worried that I will come alone. ”

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, we won't intervene directly this time, we will only give you advice, the boss has ordered. ”

Lawyer Perez said with a smile and looked at Donald: "Meet again, you shouldn't remember, in '75 when I bought the hotel next to Grand Central Terminal in New York, I was working as an assistant to Lawyer Derek." ”

"Oh! ”

More than a decade later, Donald can't remember clearly, but that acquisition was truly his triumph.

With his signature heroic "Trump smile" on his face, he relieved himself from his surprise, and he couldn't see that the company was in trouble, and said enthusiastically: "Please come with me." ”

Looking down at Han Xuan: "I was still in school when I was your age, and you were already able to talk about business, which is really good." ”

"I'm still in school, Brown University, sir. ”

"Well, we're still alumni, and I'm an Ivy League student, the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania." )