The night was like a big black net, quietly falling and enveloping the whole land.

"Wow! Wow!"

The pool water washed over the walls of the pool, splashing a few feet high in white crystalline water.

In the pond water, the Yiren chanted shallowly, and twitched from time to time.

Then the whole pool of clear and bright water rippled.

The clear pool reflects the bright lights of the mansion, rippling like fish scales, one wave after another.

Eventually, Kate let out a scream of exhaustion, finally ending this unrest.

Abel carried her to the shore, placed her on a chaise longue covered with a soft woolen blanket, and covered her with another blanket.

He himself came to the outdoor couch next to him, lying lazily on the couch with his arms outstretched, and behind him was Beverly Hills against the bustling night view of Los Angeles.

"Boss, coffee."

"Ahem—"

Abel looked at Liv Taylor, who came over with a coffee cup, and coughed lightly with some tears and laughter.

In the case of only three people within fifty meters.

At this time, Liv Taylor only wore a white lace apron, plus black Balenciaga's tall and long legs, and a pair of black 7-point heels.

She walked in front of Abel with her eyes shining and twisting her waist.

"Tsk, are you guys going to unite?"

Abel took the coffee, looked up and down at the elf princess actor standing in front of him, smashed his mouth a few times, shook his head and smiled.

"So, boss, do you like it or not?"

Liv Taylor blinked her big bright and beautiful eyes, and glanced at Cate Blanchett, who was lying next to her like a dead fish.

Cut, it looks like a scumbag with a war-resistant, but the actual combat effectiveness is only five.

Liv thought to herself.

"I like it." Abel really likes Liv a little bit.

In his "staff".

This high-legged girl with a little green tea scheming is the first good employee who takes the initiative to search for "colleagues" for him and is good at cultivating relationships with "colleagues".

If it was said that with Scarlett Johansson was an accident. It was Abel's overlord who was forced to cooperate with Liv Taylor.

Cate Blanchett, who was slightly open, paralyzed, and still panting.

Liv Taylor has a strong subjective motivation, and is a good employee who is willing to share his worries and contribute to his boss.

Such a good employee, if the boss still doesn't like it.

That's really no conscience.

"Put your coffee down." Abel decided to reward her.

"Turn around, with your back to me."

He gave such an order when she came to him obediently

Liv Taylor is well-behaved.

Abel lifted her apron directly, and it was as clean as he thought.

It's a long night, and it's time to keep enjoying.

The next day.

June 16th.

Los Angeles, near a McDonald's in the suburbs.

Abel looked at Warren Buffett in front of him.

At this moment, the old man was eating a hamburger in one hand and a cola in the other.

"Thirty years ago. I had a McDonald's burger with fries and a cola when I was very hungry. At that time, I thought they were very delicious. Then I swore that I would be the boss of McDonald's!"

"At that time, I only had $50,000 on me."

"Thirty years have passed. Now I'm the largest shareholder of McDonald's, so I can say that I am the big boss of McDonald's."

"Life is so interesting."

「.」

These lines of Warren Buffett always feel a little familiar to Abel.

It seems that his Charlie Brown Pizzeria in New York has said similar things to many people.

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Bo indecently picked his ears. He now realized the reaction of the people in the pizzeria who were listening to him say this.

It's really unpleasant.

I'm going to double down on my back, and the next time Warren Buffett goes to New York, I'll have to invite him to pizza.

Thinking like this, Abel interrupted Buffett's words that he wanted to continue to remember.

"Warren, your love affair with McDonald's. At least 100 million people know about it, so don't talk about it."

Able picked up a burger, took a bite, and continued, "Let's talk about Amex."

"Gollum~"

Warren Buffett is a bit of an old naughty boy with a straw and blows the Coke directly.

"There's nothing to talk about here. I will transfer all my shares directly to you, which I owe you. In the rest of the matter, if I help again, it will really violate the "person acting in concert" rule."

Speaking of which, Buffett thought for a moment and added:

"I think the limelight is behind me now. It's better to transfer the shares to you. Someone has already revealed to me that they want to join forces."

"Who is it?"

"Vanguard, State Street, Wellington, Fisher, in short, there are many. At the front, except for you and me, they all want to join forces to defend Amex."

Buffett's words, Abel was not surprised.

The names mentioned by the old guy are all well-known large capital fund groups in the United States.

This is mainly due to the fact that American Express is a company with a very high percentage of institutional ownership.

Those companies with less stakes are better said, companies with more stakes.

Except for Warren Buffett, no one would trade American Express stock so easily.

This is the only company in the Dow Jones Industrial Index that can make the list by relying only on the service sector.

"You should be 12% now. Combined, my two companies are almost 20%. That's about 32% in total."

Able thought for a moment and continued, "Let's have a showdown. Since they want to unite, let them unite. I'm going to call a shareholder meeting and take control of American Express."

"Whatever you want." Warren Buffett looked indifferent, since he handed over the shares of American Express, the stock god has decided not to care about the affairs of Express.

The matter of American Express can be regarded as an uncovered.

Then Buffett had a serious face and whispered to Abel, "Inconsequential things have been said."

As the old man said this, Able was munching on the burger in his hand.

Hearing Warren Buffett say this, he almost didn't bite down.

What do you mean by something inconsequential?

This is a very important part of American Express, which is a very important part of the Abel plan to complete the American Pacific Commercial Bank.

The old man actually said that it didn't matter, and Abel wanted to open his mouth to spray him.

Warren Buffett has already said, "I received the news, Soros moved."

The expletives that Abel had just wanted to say were choked.

"Soros?"

"It's Soros." Buffett nodded, "I'm sure he's on his way to Europe."

Hearing Warren Buffett say this, Abel had a relieved expression on his face.

"Is USD/NOK right?" Abel opened his mouth and laughed.

Buffett looked at him so relaxed, and the old man was a little stunned.

"You already know? If only you knew what you already knew. I don't have to tell you." Warren Buffett said.

Able shook his head, "I don't know. But I knew that there was such a great opportunity in front of me. Soros and the oilers, it's impossible to endure it."

"Hundreds of billions of dollars in positions are attractive enough."

"What's more, Norway itself is a major producer and exporter of aluminium and magnesium in Europe, the world's third-largest exporter of natural gas, and the eighth-largest exporter of oil."

"There is a chance to be in such a one

On a piece of fatty meat, take a big bite. And how could the oilman and Soros refuse? Not to mention Soros, if I had so many helpers, I might not be able to help it."

Hearing Abel's clear analysis, I knew that he did know the inside story.

As one of the shareholders of Smith Capital, Buffett breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man showed a rare expression of disgust, "These guys, if they do this, they will definitely be retaliated against in the future."

Abel knew what the old man was talking about, and he knew who Buffett was talking about.

Warren Buffett is talking about oil.

Many people think that Warren Buffett is also oil.

Lao Ba is not an oiler.

Buffett's paternal grandparents are French, and Buffett's maternal grandparents are Germans.

The old man's ancestors were farmers 400 years ago, and his family's genealogical records include more than 200 years of history as farmers.

From Buffett's ancestors to Buffett's father, Buffett himself, and Buffett's son, he has always maintained his true colors as a farmer -

Berkshire heir's eldest son, Howard M. Warren G. Buffett is currently a corn and soybean farmer, working full-time on the farm.

It's similar to Daddy Abel's previous job.

In fact, it wasn't until 1867, when Buffett's great-grandfather switched careers and opened a grocery store, that the Buffett family turned businessmen.

How can an oilman in France be a farmer for two hundred years?

Even according to the theory of a drop of blood of the oilman, Buffett's is by no means an oilman.

He didn't have a drop of oilman bloodline in his eight generations, and naturally he didn't believe in oil.

But many media and public opinion are saying that Buffett is oil.

The head of News Corp, Mr. Murdoch, is in a similar situation.

Murdoch has a maximum of 1/8 of the Oleo-Man ancestry, and Murdoch is more of Anglo-Saxon ancestry.

Just because of the oilman's blood theory, the oilman collective said to the outside world that Murdoch was also an oilman.

Gradually, because of some unseen benefits, even Murdoch himself occasionally admitted that he was oily.

But if you look closely, you will find that Murdoch and News Corp., the fastest update of the position base, please enter -M. COM- to

A senior tool for business. You know what I mean? Warren."

Buffett was silent.

After a dozen seconds of silence, Warren Buffett said:

"Your analogy is very vivid. But beloved, remember, don't say anything like that. If you talk about it, you'll have a lot of enemies."

"I understand." Abel laughed.

It's like Warren Buffett said.

Once you let the oilymen find out that Abel has a certain inclination.

After that, after confirmation, Abel will definitely encounter a huge amount of resistance.

Or even. Dangerous.

Even with his Mayflower bloodline, coupled with the identity of the bush's son-in-law.

However, if he dares to say it to Buffett, he is not afraid that Buffett will leak secrets.

Even if Buffett says it, the oilers can't believe it.

Unless Abel really makes a clear move and statement against the oil man, he will have so many more enemies.

Otherwise, in his position today.

The first thing that the oiler thought of was only to win him, not to tear his face.

In fact, this is also a tacit understanding between oil and ang.

One of the two sides treats each other as a white glove and the other as a black glove.

One lets the other party be an accountant, and the other lets the other party be a thug.

The cooperation has been tacit for many years.

As long as this model can still work, it can still plunder the world.

Then everyone generally does not easily break the tacit understanding.

Warren Buffett quickly skimmed over the topic, and the stock god talked about Soros again.

"Soros is going to attack Norway." He put it succinctly:

"You've created a really good opportunity for him. Norway is in trouble this time."

Abel was silent.

The accumulation of foreign exchange futures for USD/NOK has begun to affect Norway over time.

The oilman financial capital executioner, led by Soros, has begun to target Norway.

The purpose is also very simple, probably to reenact the story of the Asian financial crisis a few years ago.

The difference is that this time they are eyeing Norway, a European country.

Norway has far more economic power than those Asian countries in the past.

In other words, the country is even more wonderful and tasty.

If you can successfully cut the meat and stage the story of the Asian financial crisis that year.

The executioners were able to eat more meat than they had in Asia back then.

However, Norway has not joined the European Union, and although it is a European country, it is not protected by the European Union.

If Norway collapses, it will also affect the Nordic countries.

None of the five Nordic countries have joined the European Union, and they are also economically developed, delicious and not strong.

If only it succeeded.

This is simply the best prey.

If Soros succeeds, what happened in Southeast Asia and Han back then.

It is estimated that it will be repeated in Norway and several other Nordic countries.

And the fuse of all this lies in the small bet between Abel and the neon man at the beginning.

A roc named "Smith Capital" in North America has turned into a storm in Northern Europe.

Abel knew that this was something that had not happened in parallel time and space.

This matter was really not in his hands at first.

But over time, under the influence of his talent.

He already knew.

What Abel has been waiting for Smith Capital all along, is to wait for the moment when Soros will play.

"Thank you for admonishing me." Abel smiled and said to Buffett:

"I know what I'm supposed to do. Rest assured, Smith Capital won't lose money, my shareholder."

Listen to what he says so willingly

Buffett nodded slowly.

"So be it." The old man began to wipe his mouth, "I'm going to Northern California in the afternoon. Since you're so sober, then I don't care."

"Goodbye~"

The two walked out of this McDonald's together, and they could see that the outside of this McDonald's had long been isolated.

When the two were in McDonald's, customers couldn't get close to this McDonald's at all.

Eat a McDonald's dine-in meal and clear the scene, this is Buffett.

Seeing off Buffett, Abel immediately called back to New York.

He told David Mellon a few things and made sure he would be back in New York in a few days.

After finishing the call, in the afternoon, Abel had already arrived in the Bay Area area of the United States.

In the United States, the Bay Area in the American population generally refers to the San Francisco Bay Area.

This is a metropolitan area in northern California on the west coast of the United States.

The specific address is located around San Francisco Bay at the mouth of the lower Sacramento River, with a total of 9 counties and 101 towns.

Major cities include San Francisco on the San Francisco Peninsula, Oakland in the east, and San Jose in the south, among others.

Silicon Valley, a world-famous high-tech R&D base, is located in the southern part of the San Francisco Bay Area.

In the past, the Aberless Bay Area usually went to Silicon Valley.

Either to see Tesla, or to Google, or to care about a few Internet startups that he has invested in Silicon Valley.

For example, an Internet company called PayPal, the company's main business is to develop and improve the online quick transfer business.

Abel bought a $20 million stake and currently holds a 10% stake.

By the way, the name of the CEO of this company is Elon Musk.

This time, Abel came to the Bay Area, but did not go to Silicon Valley first.

Abel went to Atherton in the South Bay of San Francisco, at 349 Walsh Road, Atherton.

Needless to say, this is another mansion purchased by a new real estate company.

5 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, and an ensuite area of approximately 11,359 square feet.

The villa is luxuriously renovated in a modern style, with high ceilings and large glass windows that allow the living space to be bathed in warm sunlight.

The outdoor courtyard features a crystal clear outdoor pool, perfect for those who love swimming.

The people who live here are Ikana and Paris, who have been on the West Coast for more than half a month to solve the murder incident at the YKM store.

Abel came.

349 Walsh Road immediately burst into fire, and the sound of killing was everywhere, and it was not until the second half of the night that it slowly subsided.

Leaving behind only a messy battlefield and Ikana, who had been killed and killed by the shelling.

Next.

Abel woke up from his sleep and tapped his hand on a button next to Simmons.

The curtains are automatically opened with modern technology, and the bright sunlight shines through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Huh?"

Ikana, who was asleep, was blindfolded by the sun dragging a blanket, revealing a pair of slender and well-proportioned white jade gun carriages.

Able got off the ground with a smile and said to Ikana:

"Didn't you say you were going to get up early with me yesterday evening and go for a run?"

"Ignore me—you're such a bastard, damn it, close the curtains."

Ikana, who was sour and weak, closed her eyes and covered her head angrily.

"You didn't get it! I'm going to sleep, I'm going to rest."

Ikana, who didn't have the strength to get up, scolded a little angrily.

Able shook his head a little amusedly, picked up the nightgown from the carpet and put it on.

Pressing the button again, the curtain that had been opened automatically and slowly closed again, the corners of her eyebrows raised, and she didn't disturb her laziness anymore, and went down the stairs.

"Good morning, Abel."

Seeing Abel refreshed

Walk down.

Paris Hilton, who was sitting on the couch, fiddling with a pile of papers and a laptop, greeted.

"Good morning."

Able responded with a smile

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