Chapter 28: Hilton's Invitation
Before leaving the company,
David Mellon suddenly stopped Abel and told him to wait.
Then David went back to his office and took out something.
Abel looked at it, good fellow, it was a big stack of invitations, invitations and the like.
David handed him these things and said:
"Well, I've got another bunch of this stuff.
Then again, man, you can't keep going like this.
This would make us look particularly unsociable.
Know that on Wall Street, being gregarious is more important than anything else! β
Abel took it casually and looked down, these invitations were very beautiful.
There is a letter with some gold wire engraved on it.
The gold wire is shining under the light, and the local tyrant is full of atmosphere.
He counted a little, and there were eleven of them, most of them beautiful.
"You're right. I can't let people think I'm out of place. Abel said with a smile.
"Oh, you figured it out?" David was a little surprised.
This has happened many times before.
It's that many people send invitations to Abel to attend some social events.
But Abel didn't go.
Each time, Abel left David to handle it himself.
What to deal with?
Handle invitations to various banquets sent to Abel, or to Smith Capital.
Most of these invitations came from the upper echelons of New York.
There are invitations from Wall Street, and this one is more.
There were also invitations from other wealthy New Yorkers, and even some were invitations to banquets by New York politicians.
As we all know, Europeans and Americans love to party.
This is true for ordinary people, and it is also true for the elites.
Compared with ordinary people, the upper echelons of Europeans and Americans are even more fond of parties and various banquets.
This habit has been around since Roman times.
After Germain and Ansa ruled the continent together, they carried forward this Roman habit.
On the American continent, the current mainstream is basically descendants of Germanic and Unsa.
In addition, there is also a policy of entertainment to death.
Under the guidance of above, ordinary people love to party more.
Embodied in the upper class, there are all kinds of banquets, parties, parties, and countless others.
If a rich man was willing, he could even go to other people's banquets every night, 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 attention to him.
He lived in seclusion, so he did not have such an invitation to the banquet.
But by the end of last year, he had become a billionaire because of many magical foreign exchange transactions.
is still on Wall Street, and has a certain reputation.
At that time, many "friends" found him.
One after another, people sent him invitations to various banquets and social interactions.
Wait until this year's NASDAQ event and the official establishment of Smith Capital.
The number of such invitations has multiplied several times at once.
It's just that before this, he had never participated in a single invitation from these people.
At most, David was asked to go to several charity banquets where Smith Capital Charity was invited to participate in several times, or banquets from the New York Municipal Government.
David Mellon was a little numb to this.
I don't even understand why Abel doesn't like to attend these banquets so much.
Is it social phobia?
David felt that it was not, because no social phobia dared to confess to a strange girl in full view.
And David's boss, dear Mr. Abel Smith, this guy dare!
I didn't expect that today,
Abel would say such a thing to him.
David was amazed.
"Don't look at me like that." Abel picked out one of the eleven invitations in David's hand.
"The reason why I didn't participate in it before. It's just that I don't think the time and conditions are yet right. β
"But now, I think the time and conditions are right."
"I'll be participating in these social events one after another in the future."
"Well, let me see which gentleman's invitation I have drawn."
He lowered his head and glanced at the name on the invitation.
David also came over, curious about who would be so lucky to get his boss's "first time".
"An invitation from the Hilton family." David looked at it and whispered, "It's you who invited." The reason for the invitation is to celebrate in Manhattan. City. District Hilton, 40th anniversary celebration. β
Abel couldn't help but shake his head and complained to his friend:
"I always think that all this old money can have a banquet with a fart."
"That's not an idea. Buddy. β
David felt that he had to correct his friend's thoughts.
"The banquet itself doesn't really matter. The important thing is to socialize at the time of the banquet, which is the most important thing. β
"It allows you to meet more friends," he said.
You can't know all the rich New Yorkers except for a few NYPDs and me, right? β
"You have a point." Abel nodded, "Then let's participate." β
"What about these?" David Mellon held up ten other invitations in his hand.
"I'll try to participate in something useful. But there are so many, I can't go to them all, right? That wasn't enough to split me in half. Abel said.
"That's right. Then go to Hilton first. But don't you take a look at those? David said.
"Have you shown it for me?"
"Yes." David was honest.
"There is nothing particularly important. If I don't attend, I or my company will go bankrupt? β
"Not really."
"That's right." Abel snapped his fingers and "snapped," "That's not very important."
Wait until there is a very important banquet in the future, even if it is just what you think.
Pick them out again and let me participate. β
"Okay." David Mellon was convinced.
Indeed, it is just like Abel said.
When an American, the status reaches a certain level.
Every day, he receives invitations to many banquets or similar social events.
If this man were to participate in each of them, it would not be enough to split him into a dozen.
"Then August 20th, the day after tomorrow. Banquet bar at the Hilton. David said.
"I'll go with you then, too, because I also received this invitation."
"Thanks, man." 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 that he would offend people.
Or being bullied yourself at a banquet.
Because since I came to New York, these social events held by these upper-class people in New York.
He really didn't participate once.
Before that, he was just a high-ranking red-necked family from Texas.
When I was in Texas, I didn't attend a similar banquet for the upper class.
It would be much better if there was someone who led the door in.
David was willing to be such a gatekeeper.
I was just happily decided. All right. You take care of 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. β
Abel said to David.
Merio is the company's Deputy General Manager.
Compared to the general manager David, Merio is an existence similar to the logistics manager.
Merio doesn't care about investments, he's responsible for the entire company, everything except investments.
"Okay." David replied, he really needed a good rest.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Abel's pocket.
"The phone rang." David reminded.
Able nodded and took out the small Nokia phone.
I looked at the caller ID on it and found that the caller ID was my own home phone.
He didn't shy away from David either, and he got through.
β HelloοΌ momοΌ or
dadοΌ β