Even Bloomberg and Robert.

I don't know why Abel is so obsessed with Hudson's Bay Plaza.

Hudson's Bay Plaza, indeed, is very lucrative.

If you can do it, and you can get more than half of the profit.

That's enough to support the emergence of a billionaire.

This will definitely be the largest real estate project in New York in the future.

But let's not talk about the difficulty of getting it to happen.

Just from the perspective of its interests, Bloomberg and Robert also felt that Abel did not need to be so persistent.

Because to put it bluntly, Hudson's Bay Yards can't be left alone.

Even if the owner of the white house comes, he can't come.

Not even Rockfeller and Morgun.

This means that it is necessary to share the profits in order to make things successful.

The profit is a profit, although it is still very scary, very considerable.

But this profit, compared with Abel's gains in the capital market, is not very attractive.

They all felt that Abel had to bother with it.

It's better to go to the capital market more, have more transactions, and get more money faster.

Rare potential allies are here tonight.

Robert Morgenthau, in Bloomberg's place, asked this question.

"Abel, I'm curious. Why does it seem that you are so proactive about this project?"

"Huh?" Abel was puzzled.

"Hudson's Bay Yards." Robert said:

"You seem to care more than anyone else. It feels like the two of us don't have as much enthusiasm as you do alone."

Bloomberg nodded as well.

The founder of Bloomberg is also curious about this.

Abel's fingers couldn't help but rub the red wine glass he was holding in his hand.

After thinking about it, Abel spoke:

"Maybe it's because I think it will give me a sense of accomplishment if I get it done."

"A sense of accomplishment?" Robert was puzzled.

Able decided to tell the truth.

"Because in the capital market, no matter how much money I make, I can't do it quickly. sense."

"I take it for granted. They should be mine. I make that money as easily as you breathe."

"But when doing something else. For example, running a media group, such as this Hudson's Bay Plaza."

"Making them successful gives me a sense of accomplishment."

"Because I'm not very good at these areas, maybe worse than some ordinary people."

"You should understand, right?"

"The kind of thing that we take for granted in the field we are good at, no matter how much we do it, no matter how good it is, will not make us excited. Love."

"But in areas that we are not good at, a little achievement often makes us feel a lot of pride!"

"That's right, that's what it feels. It's this sense of accomplishment that drives me to work hard to build Hudson's Bay Yards."

As he said this, he looked eagerly at Bloomberg and Robert Morgenthau.

After listening, Bloomberg couldn't help but look at Robert.

The future mayor of New York finds that the latter is also watching himself.

Bloomberg: [You know that? 】

Robert: [I don't understand, do you understand?] 】

Bloomberg: "I don't understand either. 】

At this time, two New York bigwigs, if they were two Chinese netizens.

It will be said loudly that Abel is a Versailles.

But next to her, Peggy listened to these words from Abel.

Her eyes were a little sparkling.

"It's that simple. Believe it or not." Abel shrugged.

He really thinks so.

It's like an on

cheater people, after playing in the game to the mid to late game.

It's hard to have anything in the game that will make him happy.

But at this time, there is another game next to him, he is not very good at it, and he can't fully open the cheat.

Then when he plays this game, he will have some results, which will make him feel very happy.

That's probably the truth.

Bloomberg and Robert didn't want to tell whether what Abel said was true or false.

Anyway, if this thing can really work out.

Then their share won't be able to run.

As for what Abel's motivation was, then they didn't care.

"Even if you're so eager." Robert made it clear:

"I'll have to wait until Michael actually succeeds before I try to get it."

Bloomberg nodded.

If he doesn't succeed this year, then he probably won't even be qualified to be an ally of equal status between the two in front of him.

This was a prerequisite for Robert, and not for Bloomberg.

The two of them made this kind of statement again, and Abel felt a little bored.

Bloomberg soon left.

He was the host of tonight's cocktail party, and he couldn't stay in any circle for too long.

He had to greet all the guests and try to fix that connection.

In that case.

Even if he loses this year's election.

In the future, when the mountain makes a comeback, it will also be able to get more support.

What's more, even if this road doesn't work, don't take this road.

Mr. Bloomberg felt that the extra connections and connections would make it easier for him to run Bloomberg.

Robert also has to maintain his social network and will not stay for long.

The two old guys left.

Abel had two options.

One is to stay here and chat with Peggy.

Or talk to other people and expand your network.

In the end, he didn't choose either, and he chose to leave early.

Abel walked out of the banquet hall of the Intercontinental Hotel and came to the door of the InterContinental Hotel.

He looked up and saw that the cold rain was still falling in Manhattan.

To be honest, Manhattan is a place where the weather is good from May to October every year.

The rest of the time, it's freezing cold as soon as it snows. It can also be cold when it rains.

Shaking his head, Abel got into the car and left under the protection of two bodyguards who came to hold an umbrella.

In the car, he thought about it and called his grandfather Alex.

Abel was in constant contact with his family.

But I have less contact with my grandfather and father, and more contact with my grandmother and mother.

The dialogue with Arya and Emily is naturally biased towards daily life.

This time he called Alex, mainly to find out about Vosslo.

The grandfather and grandson talked on the phone for half an hour.

After half an hour of talking, Abel felt that he had opened his eyes.

It turns out that in the history of the United States, this kind of thing has happened.

The United States had almost embarked on a different path that it had not envisioned

Abel had to sigh, it was really a big world, and it was strange.

「. Grandpa."

At the end of the phone call with Alex.

Abel hesitated, hesitating to tell Charlize about it.

Tell me what he wants.

"Huh?"

In the microphone of the mobile phone, Alex's clear voice came.

"Nothing. It's raining here in New York, and you're going to have to pay attention to your body in Houston."

"Oh, of course."

In the end, he didn't say anything, so he said goodbye to Alex.

The next day, early in the morning.

Abel is located at 8 East 63rd Street on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

He and Ikana woke up in the master bedroom on the third floor.

He came to stay with Ikana last night.

Ikana and Paris have been very close lately, and the two New York socialites have been in and out of pairs.

Paris Hilton has even become a YKM brand for Ikana, a contributing model and contributing designer.

At first, Abel was suspicious of Paris Hilton.

It's time to start walking on the path of wandering in parallel time and space.

He was thinking about keeping Ikana away from her.

But in reality, it didn't, and Paris Hilton didn't start the wave.

She's just close to Ikana.

and many other New York socialites often appear in fashion newspapers and magazines in New York and the United States.

And it seems that she is really serious about designing YKM's clothes.

It's Abel who looks like her design is a bit ugly.

So much so that when Abel came over last night.

Only to find out that Paris Hilton was also here.

He was in the living room at the time.

Kuma Dai and Kumaji who grabbed Ikana.

I didn't even have a chance to talk to Ikana.

When I pull off a belt and want to get on Malaysia.

Paris Hilton walked out of the kitchen next to him with a plate of cut fruit

There was another little confusion.

Afterwards, Paris Hilton quickly ran away and went to sleep in the upstairs room.

Able was able to grab Ikana and go to the master bedroom on the third floor to exercise.

Follow your own standard biological clock and wake up automatically Abel.

He looked at the sleeping beauty next to him, and couldn't help but grab Xiong Da and Xiong Er.

Then he made a round Simmons.

He looked at the beautiful antique clock in his bedroom, and it was exactly past seven o'clock.

When he finished washing up, he went down to the cafeteria on the second floor.

About half-past seven.

Abel was in the dining room and met Paris Hilton again who was having breakfast.

Paris was born in 1981 and just turned 20 this year.

It is considered the best time period for women of the Anglo-Saxon race to have the best comprehensive conditions in all aspects.

At this time, Paris was still very beautiful and in good shape.

At this time, sitting at the dining table looked very well-behaved, giving Abel the feeling that she was also her own woman.

"Good morning." Abel greeted with a smile.

Paris smiled and replied, "Good morning."

But to Paris's disappointment, Able quickly finished eating and soon left.

The whole process took less than twenty minutes, and I didn't talk to her much.

When Able was gone, Paris pouted.

She thought for a moment, stood up and cautiously walked to the third floor.

At the door of Ikana's master bedroom, Paris knocked on the door and shouted:

"Ikana? Ikana? Abel is gone, Ikana, are you still sleeping? It was the same last time, and I slept until noon."

"Ikana? Can I go in?"

Paris didn't get a response.

After thinking about it, the eldest lady of the Hilton family gently held the doorknob.

Click, the door is unlocked.

Paris pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as she entered, Paris smelled a thick smell.

It is like seafood, mixed with the taste of heather.

She found the smell terrible, but she thought it was weird.

This would be in a parallel space-time.

It went through Paris a few years later.

I guess you'll be able to smell it right away.

Paris tiptoed as she walked into the bedroom, calling out softly:

"Ikana? Ikana? Are you still sleeping? It was almost eight o'clock, and Abel went to work. You're going to have to sleep like you did last time

Is noon almost afternoon? Ikana?"

"Ikana, wake up. We have something to do in the afternoon."

With a cry, Paris came to the big round Simmons.

She saw her best friend, lying on Simmons and falling asleep.

She keenly noticed that there was someone's handprint on the bear that her best friend hadn't covered.

Paris couldn't help but gently pull down the quilt and cover Ikana.

She nudged her best friend a few more times.

"Ikana? Are you sure you really still want to sleep? You can't stand the smell of such a big smell in the room."

Ikana was pushed and muttered:

"Paris leaves me alone. I. I'm so tired that I can sleep a little longer."

Paris was angry and funny, and said softly:

"Then you should change rooms, it smells too bad! What the hell does this taste like, huh. The smell of trash cans is the loudest!"

"Is the fresh air system broken? Why can't you wash away the smell?"

"It doesn't stink. You go out first. I.. I'll sleep a little longer." The answer was the murmur of Ikana, who didn't open her eyes.

Paris had to stand up, and she decided to leave first.

Ikana looked so tired that she probably couldn't wake up.

But curiosity prompted Paris, before leaving, to run to the trash can in the room to take a look.

She wondered what was inside.

It will cause the taste to be so big.

She was in the trash can and saw some balloons with milk in them.

"Huh"

Paris left in disgust.

She walked out of Ikana's room and closed the door.

She was still wondering why there were balloons with milk in the trash cans in Ikana's room.

She planned to ask Ikana again in the afternoon when she woke up.

But when she walked up the stairs on the third floor to the living room on the second floor.

A flash of inspiration crossed Paris's mind.

She thought of a possibility.

But this possibility made her feel incredible.

Even a little frightened!

"Impossible, impossible"

"Absolutely impossible"

Paris muttered and went to the second floor.

On Abel's side, he really has something to do today.

Thanks to the efforts of his advisory group.

He's going to meet a few people today.

These people were dated by David Mellon once before, but then it didn't work out.

The other party did not appear at the Smith Capital reception.

These people are the three brothers of the Taylor family, a wealthy family on the West Coast.

The Taylor family is one of the founding families and one of the majority shareholders of Sampura Energy in the United States.

Sampura Energy is an energy services company on the West Coast.

It is headquartered in San Diego, California.

The company was founded in 1998 by the merger of two energy giants and went public together.

The company currently employs nearly 13,000 people and is primarily engaged in the development of energy infrastructure and the operation of utilities.

The company's subdivisions, California utilities, San Diego Gas & Electric and Southern California Gas, serve more than 20 million consumers on the West Coast of the United States.

To put it simply, this is the power and gas giants on the West Coast of the United States, especially near California.

It is the kind of giant company that Abel has always wanted in the energy sector, which is most lacking.

Abel's Ales Energy, after several months of expansion in Tarrant County, cost Abel hundreds of millions of dollars.

Today, in Texas, it can only be regarded as a small and medium-sized power company.

But Sampura is in California, which provides more than a third or so of electricity and about a quarter of natural gas.

Abel at the time

To David Mellon, when he said that he wanted to buy shares or even buy energy companies.

David suggested to him the acquisition of Sampra's shares.

Because compared to other energy giants, this company is in the midst of infighting.

In 1998, a rift arose between the two different shareholder families of Enova and PE, which were merged into Sampura.

Among them, the Taylor family, the founder of PE companies, because of the sudden death of Taylor Sr., descendants began to compete for family property.

The Martin family, the founders of &va, wanted to take the opportunity to eat the Taylor family's stake in Sampra, but they couldn't come up with much cash.

The two sides have been in trouble for half a year.

At the end of last year, Smith Capital, on behalf of Abel, invited the Taylor brothers to come over for a cocktail party.

As a result, the matter was known to the Martin family.

At that time, Martin verbally promised the Taylor brothers that he would give them a better price than Abel.

The Taylor brothers believed it and did not show up at the Smith Capital reception.

But afterwards, Martin repented.

The Taylor brothers were so angry that they couldn't help each other.

Because Martin only gave a verbal promise at the time, there were only three people present.

There are not even witnesses, and even if there are witnesses, it is useless.

The Taylor family, who were anxious to divide the family property, had to find Smith Capital again.

But at that time, Abel was not happy with them releasing pigeons, and he was busy at that time.

At the same time, through Wall Street, Abel knew that the Martin family did not have the strength to eat Taylor's shares for the time being.

He thought about drying the three Taylor brothers.

By the end of last month, Able felt it was appropriate.

He let his advisory group contact with each other.

Alan Baker is in charge of negotiating with the other side, and they have been talking for a month.

Some results were discussed.

Today, Abel came forward to meet directly with the three Taylor brothers to discuss the final result.

The two met at a café in Lower Manhattan at about nine o'clock.

The three brothers of the Taylor family all look to be in their forties.

The eldest is called Matthew, the second is called Mark, and the fellow is called Musk, of course, not the Musk you are familiar with.

That Musk is a South African, and at this time he is still struggling in Silicon Valley, and he is still working on his PayPal.

The fact that the three brothers can appear here means that they have basically agreed to Abel's offer.

The Taylor family owns a total of about 21% of Sampura Energy.

Sampura Energy has a total share capital of 284 million shares and a current market capitalization of around $58.5 per share.

The total market capitalization is about $16.614 billion.

The Taylor family, which holds 21% of the shares, has 59.64 million shares.

"Hello, Mr. Taylor." When Abel came, he smiled and shook hands with the Taylor brothers.

If it was last year, Abel's fame would be mainly limited to the East Coast.

But this year, his fame was well known to Americans as early as the Smith storm.

Naturally, the three Taylor brothers were already familiar with his name.

The two sides shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, and then sat down separately.

On Abel's side is Alan Baker, and on the other side are the three brothers of the family.

As soon as Abel sat down, he went straight to the point:

"I've heard Alan say it. IMHO, Mr. Taylor. The price of $78 per share is already a very good price."

"The premium is as high as 25%, and this kind of acquisition premium is very generous even in mergers and acquisitions!"

"What's more, you only have 21% of the shares, and even if I take it, I won't be able to make an offer for the time being. The Martin family, on their part, are obviously not going to give up."

"I'm going to have to fight them a little bit."

"There's a lot of trouble ahead

thing."

Looking at the three people who wanted to say something more than their own words.

Abel directly pressed: "If this price, you still can't be satisfied."

He smiled and said, "Then this acquisition can only end here."