20 August, 2000.

Evening, Midtown Manhattan, Hilton Hotel Downtown.

This hotel, speaking of which has an allusion.

As we all know, the Hilton hotels in most areas are five-star luxury.

This home is less than a 10-minute walk from Central Park.

It's a walk from Wall Street and about the same time as the Midtown Hilton Hotel.

The location of the hotel, or the service, or the brand, or other facilities.

All of them are very grand and top-notch, not losing to other Hilton hotels.

But this Hilton hotel is only rated four stars.

This is said to be because this hotel was first opened 40 years ago.

At first, it was also five-star, but then it was only done for a year, and because of customer complaints, it was forced to be demoted to four.

Barron Hilton, then thirty-three, the son of the founder of the Hilton Hotel, was ashamed.

This second generation, who has become the company's vice president, is fully involved in the reorganization of the Midtown Hilton.

Through his half-year rectification, the star rating of this hotel has returned to five stars.

But Barron Hilton rejected the rating increase, saying, "I don't want it to be five stars, I want it to be four stars all the time, to be used as a model for all Hilton hotel managers!" ”

This is a Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown Manhattan, as close to Central Park.

It's always been a four-star hotel, which is very different from other Hiltons.

Abel didn't know if it was true.

Anyway, that's what the media on the American side reported.

It has nothing to do with him anyway.

On this day, he asked the driver to drop him off at the downstairs of the building where the Hilton Midtown Hotel was located.

With the invitation in hand, Edward and Lincoln followed him, and entered the building.

In the lobby on the first floor of the building, there was already a lobby manager of the Hilton Hotel, waiting with a group of dignifiedly dressed waiters.

Hand in the invitation, and you can go up smoothly.

However, only one person could be brought with him, and Lincoln was left behind.

Edward, the white face, followed him up.

Take the elevator up to the eleventh floor and enter the opulent Golden Ballroom of the Hilton.

The retinue was not allowed to enter, and Edward, a white man, could only rest in a rest room specially arranged for him.

The main hall is about 1,000 square meters of floors, and several rows of rectangular buffet tables are placed in an orderly manner.

One by one, neatly dressed waiters are shuttling back and forth, preparing high-end red wine or foreign wine for guests.

The host and initiator of today's banquet, Barron Hilton, the current ruler of Hilton.

The gray-haired old man was surrounded by many people, and he was surrounded by them like stars holding the moon.

Abel is not familiar with each other, and there are so many people.

After a few glances from afar, he didn't mean to go up immediately to say hello.

At this time, no one at the scene noticed him.

He walked alone to the sofa in the corner and sat down, took a glass of red wine from the waiter, and drank it quietly.

"Huh? That must be Paris Hilton, right? ”

But he found that there was a beautiful blonde girl about eighteen or nineteen years old who was following Barron Hilton.

At this time, Paris Heard had not yet begun her prodigal career.

At this moment, she is following her grandfather Barron Hilton, dressed up as a standard rich girl.

Looks very well-behaved, looks like a good girl.

Paris Hilton, who has not yet begun to wander, still looks very tender and delicious.

"You're here~ I found you."

At this time, a familiar voice sounded beside it.

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." You can only hide in the corner and drink alone. ”

"Who is to blame for this? Since last year, many people have invited you to the banquet. But you didn't participate in any of them. ”

David Mellon said, "If you don't socialize, how can you have friends?" ”

"Okay. What you say barely makes sense.

So I'm here now. ”

Abel smiled and raised his wine glass and tapped it lightly with David.

"You don't know." After the toast, David sat down beside him and whispered to him:

"Actually, you're very attractive. I have heard that many people are here tonight because of you.

Look... Well, there's one over there. He came over. ”

Abel turned his head and looked in the direction David had said.

He saw a tall and fat old white man with blond hair walking in a hurry, walking this way with a red wine glass in his hand.

This is the couch here, and the target of the other party is obviously him or David Mellon.

"D. Ted Lerner, real estate businessman, television businessman. A nouveau riche who is good at showmanship and has been bankrupt many times, but he still got up. ”

"But that's just what he seems. He had a very good father and grandfather. It was his father who helped him to go bankrupt many times. ”

"This guy has a big mouth and loves to talk nonsense on TV. Be careful. ”

David had just whispered to him when Ted Lerner was already in a rage and walked up to the two.

He exclaimed, "Hey, two handsome gentlemen. Is there anyone sitting here? Can I sit here? ”

He pointed to the empty seat on the couch next to Abel and David.

David Mellon smiled, "Oh, dear Lerner. I know, even if I say I can't sit, you'll sit down. So..... Of course, no one is sitting on it, so please take care of it. ”

"Hahaha~ David, sure enough, you know me best!!" Lerner laughed out loud.

David shrugged his shoulders and gave Abel a look, as if to say, "Am I right?" ”

Abel smiled back, the merchant he had also heard.

The money is not particularly much, and the fame is great.

The main reason is that his way of doing things is very nouveau riche, and he is ashamed of the old money, and the new money also thinks he is too ostentatious.

So although the family has been rich for decades, it is the third generation of his generation.

But it is still not very accepted by the American plutocratous class, and it is outside the plutocratic system outside New York.

Abel smiled and took the initiative to extend his hand to Ted Lerner, "Hello, Mr. D. Ted Lerner, I'm Abel Smith, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

His move,

David Mellon, who was familiar with him, was stunned for a moment.

Ted was stunned for a moment.

The former knows that Abel seems easy-going on the outside, but he is actually very arrogant on the inside.

It is rare to take the initiative to smile and stretch out your hand with people like this, and also take the initiative to introduce yourself.

Ted, an old New Yorker, has long heard of the cold name of the Wolf of Wall Street.

It is said that this young financial genius has a very cold personality.

It's been almost a year since I came to New York.

There is almost no social interaction, and almost never attends banquets or invitations from other rich or famous people.

Except for the good relationship with David of the Mellon family, the relationship with others is very ordinary.

As David Mellon approached this side, many New Yorkers present noticed Abel's arrival.

They were all surprised, and they were all speculating.

Speculate on how this gentleman could be here.

But D. Ted Lerner is different.

He is very powerful and bold.

Without even thinking about it, he walked over to meet the Wall Street upstart.

Ted himself was ready to eat behind closed doors.

Unexpectedly, Abel's attitude was so friendly.

Before Ted himself could speak first, Able had already spoken.

Not at all, the coldness of the legendary wolf of Wall Street.

Ted and David were slightly stunned.

A delicate voice appeared behind the tall, muscular and fat D. Ted Lerner.

"Father, how did you get here? Oh~ It's Mr. Mellon, ah, and this gentleman, hello. ”

A smiling blonde girl with the height of a model.

She slipped out from behind D. Ted Lerner, and Pretty stood next to her father.