&0 Stockholm International Peace Research Agency (SIPRI) selected the top 10 military enterprises in North America.

That is, among the top ten military enterprises in the United States, 9 are listed companies.

Looking at the financial reports of these companies, their business is not the "military concept stocks" that big cancer stocks are familiar with.

They are the same as the fake weapons. Utensil. Army. Fire. Manufacturer or defense supplier – direct production of aircraft mothers, fighter planes, tanks, Muhai submarines and guide eggs.

And now in 2001, the market value of those nine listed companies does not seem to be high.

Like the famous Lockheed Martin, its market capitalization on the stock market at this time is not even $10 billion.

And if someone does buy its shares on the NYSE, they can easily buy it.

But that doesn't mean you can really spend $10 billion to buy this company.

Because once someone finds out you're on the NYSE, buy a lot of Lockheed shares.

Then you will soon be blocked.

The U.S. Department of Commerce, or any other department, will come forward and sanction you for a crime of "obstructing U.S. national security."

And then the shares of companies like Lockheed Martin that you buy have to be sold to the relevant companies or families at a low price according to the requirements of these authorities.

Dare to refuse?

& or FlA sortie.

So if the United States wants to become one of the military-industrial complexes, it is not possible to buy a large number of their shares.

The first thing you need to do is get your ticket. With the admission ticket, you can pass through those relevant departments, or simply put it bluntly, it is the permission of Huashengdun.

That's how you can really enter, control or influence these giants.

Otherwise, less than 10% of the shares are mainly used for investment purposes.

Ordinary Americans and those companies in the United States, can be bought.

If a foreigner has more than 10% of the shares, Washington or Capitol Hill will enter immediately.

This ticket, Abel is not sure if he has it at the moment.

He thinks there is a high probability that there is none.

Because it's not Capitol Hill or D.C. that's the ticket being issued.

Of course, it can't be Wall Street.

In fact, the only thing in the country that is eligible to issue admission to this complex is the building with five corners.

Military-industrial complex, military-industrial complex.

It is the army in front of the work, but not the work in front of the army.

In front of this monster, even the bush family does not have an admission ticket at the moment.

Abel especially wanted to earn $1,500 a coffee cup and more than a million dollars a goat.

He's drilling this ticket to camp.

Previously, I wanted to pass through the rock security. Now he thinks maybe he can use a company like Gulfstream Aerospace.

But so far, he hasn't stepped out of the country.

Luckily, Abel had prepared the rock security.

Next year at the latest, next year there is hope that through the rock security, you will be able to contact the real Godzilla of the United States.

This is a matter of no further aside.

Three planes from Boeing and Gulfstream Aerospace, five to be exact.

There are also two Gulfstream G400s that are available for free use.

They were inspected and tested for safety and flyability.

After the receipt of the goods.

With a wave of his hand, Abel leased the Boeing 747 to Smith Capital.

The friendship price is 10 million dollars a year.

Smiths Capital bears the cost of its maintenance.

He waved his hand again, and the "Annie" Gulfstream G400 was leased by him to MGM.

The friendship price is two million dollars a year, and the maintenance fee is the responsibility of MGM as well as other expenses.

As for the Jessica, he leased it to Pacific Electric in California

company, the same conditions as MGM.

The advantage of this is that he can receive at least $14 million a year in rent.

The rents were transferred directly to a fledgling aircraft leasing company under his name.

Three aircraft are also owned by this company.

In addition, he and the aircraft leasing company are not responsible for the annual maintenance and fuel costs of the three aircraft.

These expenses are all borne by the company under his name.

This may seem like a bit of a bummer, but it wasn't his first one.

Nor was it created by those merchants of the Celestial Empire in later generations.

It's a model that existed decades ago, after the emergence of such a thing as private jets.

Except for the local tyrants on the other side of the desert.

Most of the wealthy people in Europe and the United States who own private jets do not actually raise their own private jets.

Abel just learned their model directly.

And then he was the chairman of the board of directors of these companies and assigned the right to use these planes.

It's as simple as that.

Jessica received the plane on May 1.

The next day, she couldn't wait to fly directly to Los Angeles aboard her "Jessica".

Her "007" has just finished filming, and MGM has a new script on her side.

She wanted to go over and see.

But this is actually an excuse, and it is estimated that she still wants to try her private jet.

She wants to make headlines in Hollywood.

Undoubtedly, the next day, many Hollywood media newspapers appeared a lot of news about the Jessica private jet.

This made Anne, who was filming in Queens, immediately come to find Abel.

Then, on the second day, the "Annie" also made some Hollywood headlines

May 5th.

After more than a week of rain, it began to rain again in New York.

8 East 63rd Street on the Upper East Side, Manhattan.

In the love nest of Ikana and Abel.

"Ah, dear. Leave me alone."

"Paris is still outside. In the evening, we even made an appointment to watch a fashion show together."

"Woo woo so hot"

"Aung Aang!"

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In the morning, in the master bedroom on the third floor.

Ikana let out a cry of dying throes.

Then she fell limp, like a fish that had been sucked of its bones.

Abel kissed her smooth white forehead, smiled and went into the bathroom to wash up and change into a set of clothes.

When he came to the restaurant on the second floor, he saw the pure and beautiful Paris again.

Paris Hilton of this plane.

Probably because of the butterfly effect.

She didn't go to a parallel time and space, the way in which she had to become more and more debauched in order to pursue fame, and in the end she estimated that she was addicted.

Paris in this plane, she also likes to live in the spotlight just as much.

But she chose a different approach than the parallel plane.

She chose to be really good girlfriends with Ikana.

The two are in and out of pairs, relying on part of Abel's influence.

There's also Abel's media company, and her and Ikana's ability to make fashion news on their own.

A pair of "good girlfriends" frequently appear in fashion and entertainment magazines.

The management of the YKM brand has improved.

Although it does not have last year's inflated valuation of $2 billion, it has actually begun to make a profit.

And because the foundry is mainly on the rabbit's side.

The clothes sold are of good quality and low price, and the style is also very good.

The margin of profitability is still very large, and a good cycle of positive feedback has begun.

For this reason, Paris seems to really like it

Costume design.

In addition to the double pair with Ikana.

Ikana also told Abel that Paris spent the rest of her time studying fashion design at the New York Fashion Institute.

Don't look at the name of the New York Fashion Institute, it looks like the technical school of the Celestial Empire.

But it is ranked very high in the United States, and even in fashion design schools around the world.

In 1998, the Manhattan private design school, founded in 1944, beat out a number of internationally renowned design schools, including Parsons School of Design, and was ranked as the world's No. 1 fashion school.

This made Abel feel that this pure and beautiful Paris seemed to be on the right path.

It also made his perception of her improve a lot.

You must know that Abel came to see Paris, no matter how beautiful she was.

It's always easy for him to imagine her as the plastic surgery prodigal in the future

In that case, of course, he couldn't have thought anything about Paris.

He is not hungry.

But this pure and beautiful, very standard rich New York family in front of her is obedient daughter.

It's more in line with his eyes.

So he was on Ikana's side, and he talked more to Paris.

In the restaurant on the second floor.

Looking at Paris's breakfast, I only ate a little bit of vegetable salad without salad.

Abel couldn't help but say:

"Paris, you just eat so little, your body can't bear it, right? Even if you lose weight, you don't need to exaggerate it."

"Ha~" Paris smiled at Abel while eating the salad without high-calorie salad dressing:

"I followed the recipes given by my dietitian. I also have a protein intake, but I usually only eat this in the morning."

She said so herself, and Abel had to shrug her shoulders.

"That's right." Paris suddenly spoke:

"Abel, I'll tell you something. Don't let Ikana know."

"Huh?" Abel raised his eyebrows and looked at Paris.

He thought to himself, is it the corner where you want to cut your girlfriend?

Look at this young and beautiful Paris with a pure temperament.

Abel felt in his heart that it was not impossible to pry.

Ikana's corner is not against it.

Paris looked up and looked at the stairs on the second and third floors.

She made sure that Ikana wouldn't come down from it suddenly, and that Ika wouldn't be able to wake up early every morning as long as Able was here for the night.

Paris whispered:

"The Annie and Jessica thing. When Ikana found out, she didn't look good, but I think she was angry."

"She didn't dare tell you. But in private, she kept scolding me with the names "Jessica" and "Annie."

Listening to Paris, secretly carrying this little report that Ikana typed.

Abel knew that his most annoying thing had happened.

A bowl of water is uneven, it is difficult for the red flag not to fall, and the colorful flags are fluttering.

After thinking about it, Abel nodded and said to Paris:

"Thank you for your information, Paris. I'll take care of that."

Paris smiled and nodded and said you're welcome, but she was a little sullen in her heart.

Because when Abel says this, he is almost acknowledging the existence of "Annie" and "Jessica".

In other words, he's really a playboy.

Paris knew this, and she didn't have anything to do with him herself.

But the mood is still a little unhappy.

Paris felt that she was not worth it for her best friend Ikana.

[That's right, I'm just sorry for Ikana.] That's right, that's how it is! 】

Paris persuaded herself in her heart.

The two chatted a little more, most of which was Paris and Ikana's daily routine.

Half an hour later, Paris sent Abel out with some reluctance.

The girl sensitively felt that Abel's attitude towards herself seemed to be getting better and better.

From being respectful and distant at the beginning, to being able to say a few words in the middle, it is now possible to talk about this kind of thing.

Paris feels like an improvement.

It's just that he thinks he's a playboy, and he has to seduce him on his grandfather's orders.

Even if the seduction is successful, it may not be possible to marry him.

Paris felt that her sacrifice was so great that it was not worth it.

But when I think of my grandfather's silent look.

There is also for his own inheritance in the family in the future.

"Paris, you can, you can!" She muttered softly to herself.

A few minutes later, Paris saw Ikana's bodyguard, Jane, go out.

After ten minutes, Jane returned to the townhouse with a heavy file bag.

Paris, who was watching TV in the living room on the second floor, asked curiously, "Jane, what did you go out to get?"

Jane hesitated for a moment, thinking of the good relationship between Paris and Ikana.

Besides, the document in her hand was not a secret, so Jane spoke:

"It's an option manual for some private jets."

Paris, who was born in the Hilton family, naturally has also flown on her own private jet.

But she didn't have her own private jet.

Private Jet Options Manual Paris has heard of and seen it.

But she's never used them herself.

Paris couldn't help but stand up and walked over, "Private Jet Option Manual? What do you mean, is it Abel's, or Ikana's?"

It's no secret, Jane began:

"OSS wants to give Miss Ikana a Gulfstream G450. Here's the option manual for this Gulfstream G450."

"Gulfstream G450?" Paris raised her pretty eyebrows, "I've only heard of the Gulfstream G400, it's a beautiful big plane. Gulfstream G450, I've never heard of it."

If it weren't for the fact that Abel had sent these things.

Paris wondered if it would be a liar.

Jane patiently explained:

"It's the Gulfstream G450. I heard that its prototype just made its maiden flight last month. But because it is an improvement on the basis of the Gulfstream G400, the reason why the technology is relatively mature. Around the end of this year, at the beginning of next year, the first planes will be built."

"The boss wants to give Miss Ikanna a Gulfstream G450 for her birthday this year. These manuals are customized manuals for private luxury configurations, and the boss asked me to bring them to Miss Ikana to choose."

listened to the long words of the female bodyguard.

Paris fell silent.

First a luxury cruise ship worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and now a new Gulfstream model worth tens of millions of dollars.

There are Manhattan mansions that are also worth tens of millions of dollars.

and YKM's abundant cash flow and strong media support.

When I thought of all this, it could have been my own, but now it was all Ikana's.

Obviously, obviously I came first.

Whether it's knowing him, or the relationship between grandpa and him.

Obviously, I came first.

Since then.

In Paris's heart, the little bit of dissatisfaction just now with Abel being a super playboy.

At this time, it also disappeared.

Now Paris, I wish I was Ikana.

She wished she was one of the many fish in Playboy's fishpond.

At a time when Paris is in a strange mood.

Abel, on his part, came to the Smith Building.

When he returned to New York, he had already come to the company

Several times.

In the absence of a big operation led by him.

Smith Capital is no different from those large and medium-sized Wall Street investment banks.

Nearly 600 employees currently run about $20 billion in escrow funds.

Of the $20 billion in escrow funds, $16 billion is the principal of the second and third tranches of private placements and their profits.

The remaining $4 billion or so is the principal of the 4, 5, and 6 private placements, as well as some other scattered financial products, and their profits.

Abel's own funds held in Smith Capital.

No one but himself has the right to use it.

In other words, even if he opens up Smith Capital's trading and investment privileges.

The employees of Smith Capital can only manage this part of the assets.

After all, the meal should be eaten one bite at a time, and the business should be done little by little.

If Smith Capital wants to become the sixth largest Wall Street investment bank all at once, it can't be achieved overnight.

Smith Building.

The company's CEO, CEO David Mellon, is starting to make coffee for the chairman again.

David Mellon originally brewed coffee very well.

Since he was praised by Buffett and Abel last time, this guy actually studied it without doing his job.

Then it tastes even better.

So much so that after that, Abel would often pull him up to make coffee whenever he came to the company.

David is not too troublesome or tired, and will come up every time.

In the country of Smith Capital.

David felt that the best way to gain a foothold here was to curry favor with the "king" here.

That brewed coffee for King Smith, and Knight Mellon felt that it was his honor.

"This is Ethiopian coffee in March this year. Oh, and it's your favorite Geisha coffee. Freshly baked, I had someone auction it for me at auction, and it was more than $600 a pound, which is almost twice as expensive!"

"But the seller said it was the best and it would be worth the money. Then I'll buy a little and give it a try. You drink it first, and if it's okay, I'll have someone auction it."

David Mellon expertly cooked the coffee and brought it over.

Abel was on the couch area of his office, and he was reading a document with his feet crossed.

David Mellon put his coffee on the table in front of him and sat down to look at the papers Abel was holding.

It's a list of large properties in Manhattan.

Knowing that Abel was busy, David didn't care about him.

David started drinking his favorite Colombian coffee.

No sooner had he tasted than David heard Abel suddenly say:

"Hey, David. Why don't we buy a building ourselves?"