Chapter 309: No, You're Just Here
Lennart Johansson spent a few hours on the Lido island in Venice.
The UEFA host rushed back to Nyon, Switzerland.
In the evening of the same day, Lennart Johansson held a UEFA press conference for reporters in Nyon, Switzerland.
At the meeting, Leonart Johansson claimed that the fact that Abel Smith alone owns five teams in Europe's top leagues is completely out of nowhere.
"Of the five football clubs, only the owner of Manchester United Football Club is Mr. Abel Smith!"
At the press conference, Lennart Johansson claimed:
"The owner of AtlΓ©tico Madrid, his name is Ted Lerner, oh, he's an American real estate developer."
"The owner of Paris Saint-Germain Football Club, whose name is Laura, is a woman, and she will also be the first female owner of European football. A female boss, which symbolizes diversity and inclusion in Europe! β
"The new purchaser of Borussia Dortmund is SELC. SELC is a company of pure German origin! It is even a German company that holds shares in F1 Holding. German companies buy German football teams, and who's to say no? As for the boss of SELC, don't you know that its CEO is called Bernie? That's an Englishman! β
"Finally, AC Milan. Its new owner, Anna Lee, is Asian and female. Ms. Li Fuzhen will be the second female owner of European football. It's a testament to the fact that European football is becoming more and more diverse, that we have the most wonderful inclusivity in the world, that we can"
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Lennart Johansson and UEFA's rhetoric has made football fans across Europe skeptical.
The publicly available equity information does prove that what Leonnet Johansson said is true.
Team owners who know the situation well, even if they are disgruntled.
At this time, UEFA made a clear statement, in the case of the world's richest man and European media tycoon taking a few steps back.
They can only pinch their noses and admit it.
And not long after Lennart Johansson's press conference ended.
A famous and wealthy man in the desert area, he is known as Prince Waleed of Buffett in the desert.
This rich man with a white cloth on his head openly announced in an interview with the media at the Venice Film Festival that he wanted to buy a European football powerhouse.
The purchase interest may be traditional European powerhouses such as Arsenal, Marseille or Bayern Munich.
The attraction of those ordinary fans has gradually shifted from the "Smith League" to the new super-rich owners who are constantly emerging in the European football world.
September 7.
The fourth day of the opening of the Venice Film Festival.
The warm sun of the southern European afternoon is so bright and warm that it makes people sleepy.
Venice Lido, 19th Street, Excelsior Venice.
The hotel was built in 1932, the same year as the Venice International Film Festival.
It may be for this reason that it has stabilized its position as the official hotel of the Venice Film Festival.
Every year before the opening of the Venice International Film Festival, many movie stars, producers, directors and others gather here to participate in the opening dinner.
This makes this hotel that embraces the Adriatic Sea and has the charm of a desert region.
As the official hotel of the Venice Film Festival and the only five-star hotel on the Lido Island, it contracts the vast majority of the stars who come to the festival.
Just like today.
When Sophie Marceau got out of a Mercedes Benz sedan and appeared in front of the Excelsior Hotel.
The 24-hour paparazzi at the entrance of the hotel have become a little accustomed to it.
These days, there are too many international stars appearing here.
Even Hollywood has a lot of people coming, not to mention Sophie Marceau, who is gradually getting a little outdated.
But it's time to take a picture, and no matter what, it's the famous French kiss.
If you take a good-looking photo and sell it, it can also attract many LSPs to buy newspapers or magazines and increase sales.
Amid the clattering sound of the filming, Sophie Marceau ignored it and walked towards the hotel.
At the door of the hotel, someone ushered her into the elevator.
A few minutes later, after the sound of the elevator ding, the elevator doors opened to both sides.
Wearing a black cape-style long trench coat with a large hood and a pair of long legs wrapped in silver-gray shiny pants, Sophie Marceau appeared in front of several rock security bodyguards.
Wait until Sophie Marceau takes off her big glasses, revealing her slightly brown hair and pretty face.
A few of the bodyguards who were still a little guarded arranged by the rocks, completely ignoring the arrivals.
Those who read the newspaper read the newspaper, and the magazine read the magazine, and it seemed that in front of her, Miss Kiss of France, who was famous in Europe, was a transparent person.
Sophie Marceau seems to be accustomed to these men who are as cold as a giant bear.
She took off her leather gloves, stepped on her high heels, and walked directly into the heavy wooden door of the luxurious suite that was pushed open by the bodyguards.
"Damn, I knew it was going to be like this! Can you go to the bedroom?! Putain!β
Walk through the porch and into the large and luxurious living room.
Looking at Penelope Cruz, who was in Abel's arms and held by him in his hands, he had long been carried away, "frolicking".
Sophie Marceau looked sarcastic and complained to Abel, who was smiling at her: "I seem to have come at a bad time? β
"Ha~ Sophie, come on, come on, I can't hold on! No, you're just in the right place! Just waiting for you! Hurry up and save me! Penelope Cruz shouted for help at the French kiss.
Sophie Marceau bit her silver teeth, pursed her mouth, and walked towards the two of them.
By the time the battle was over, it was already afternoon.
It was already evening, to be exact, because of the huge face-to-face floor-to-ceiling windows that opened.
The warm yellow sunlight of the setting sun has shone in, dyeing the bodies of the two European goddesses on Simmons the same color as gold.
Dressed in a dressing gown and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Able looked down at the vast array of makeshift tents and structures on the edge of the beach ahead.
This is where the Venice Film Festival takes place every year.
There are plenty of playback studios out there.
Film lovers from all over Europe and even the world, as well as film professionals who come to promote their films, fill the place.
It's not too much to say that there are a lot of people.
This will continue until September 14.
But Abel doesn't think he'll be here until September 14.
There are still four days to go, and I will be here for another four days at most.
Thinking of this, he raised his gaze and looked out at the sea outside the beach.
As if in this way, he could see Manhattan in New York across the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean.
"Sasha~"
A soft sound came from behind, and Abel looked back to see Sophie Marceau getting off Simmons, picking up a piece of clothing on the ground that I don't know whose one it was.
Then they came to his side and stood together in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I don't know where she found a lighter, and elegantly stretched out her hand to Abel, her voice slightly screaming, hoarse after shouting:
"Is there any smoke? Cigars will do the same. β
Abel frowned, he didn't like to smoke.
"I don't smoke, and I don't like women to smoke."
"Hehehe," Sophie Marceau chuckled, "Mr. Smith." I'm not your woman, I'm just your dessert at best. You can't control me in this regard. β
Abel knew that the character of this French kiss was not as pure and simple as her appearance.
Like most French women.
Sophie Marceau is also a so-called French woman who naturally loves romance and pursues freedom.
The most typical thing about this kind of French women is that they are more unrestrained than Americans in some aspects.
Fortunately, the upper and elite classes in the United States are pressed by Protestant doctrines, and the more traditional they are, the more they pay attention to them.
France, as the old area of the Revolution, is full of a spirit of resistance to any constraint from all sides.
Sophie Marceau, who can marry a 54-year-old man at the age of 18, expects her to be well-behaved and obedient.
However, she has divorced this year.
It is currently in a window period.
Probably that's why, when I was in Paris some time ago.
At the instigation of Penelope Cruz, and under the special circumstances of the time.
Sophie Marceau, who was in a gap in her relationship, decided to release herself and was in the women's bathroom with Penelope Cruz, and got involved with Abel.
If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three.
Later, it was at the instigation of Penelope Cruz, and she missed that feeling too.
This is where we are today.
Abel knew her character very well, and he didn't want to care about it.
After all, they are all 34, and it has not been a few years since they can enjoy it, so there is no need to raise them all.
But now look at her somewhat rebellious appearance.
Abel, who is accustomed to women who have always been obedient to herself, is a little unhappy.
But he didn't say anything, just watched Sophie Marceau look for a cigarette in the room.
When she couldn't find it, she slowly put on her clothes, and then smiled goodbye to him feeling good about herself.
It seems that seeing that the richest man in the world can't control her, it makes her happy.
She then limped and left the room.
"Hehehehe"
Abel in front of the floor-to-ceiling window didn't say a word the whole time.
It wasn't until Sophie Marceau was gone that he sneered.
When I turned around again, the sunset outside the house had disappeared.
Night fell, and darkness fell over the firmament.
In the room where the lights were not turned on, it was also darkened at this time.
Abel walked to the bedside table next to Simmons, picked up his cell phone and made a few calls.
The butterfly that thinks it is free, but how can it be free after being targeted by the demon who weaves the web?
There is no so-called freedom in this world, and at most there is only relative freedom.
The higher the person stands, the higher the freedom.
Sophie Marceau's "freedom" is not as free as Abel's in any way.
Then, she can only accept the unfair fate of not being free.
In contrast, Penelope Cruz is much more sensible.
I'm a Spaniard, I'm a young man, and I've been to Hollywood for a long time.
, the goddess of Spain's national treasure, can already be called flattering to Abel.
This made Abel feel a little unhappy from Sophie Marceau, and finally disappeared a little.
That same evening.
Abel and Penelope Cruz in the Excelsior Hotel's Executive Lounge.
The reason is because someone has come to the door again.
The man who came was Sling Stad, the head of Norges Bank's investment management company.
"Mr. Smith."
The Norwegian came up straight and "NBC has already started talks with Smith Media. A quarter of the Petro Fund's remittance account in the United States has also been transferred to the Pacific Commercial Bank. Our sincerity has been revealed. β
"I'm sincere." Abel smiled and said, "I haven't helped Soros until now, I've always been neutral." β
Shiling Stard thinks you're neutral, but you now have $40 billion worth of NOK in your hands.
There is also a $40 billion USD/NOK FX futures position.
It's scary to stand in the middle and swing.
What's more, Soros doesn't know why.
From the previous steady and steady, it has become a crazy sell-off now.
The momentum of the international tour capital, as if they would not stop until the Norwegian krone was killed, frightened the Kingdom of Norway.
In just a few days, the Kingdom of Norway has spent $40 billion in foreign exchange to stabilize the Norwegian krone.
$40 billion to buy all of their own country's currency.
Even with a big oil fund, the Kingdom of Norway is a little overwhelmed.
You must know that last year, the Kingdom of Norway only had a GDP of about 170 billion US dollars.
The entire oil fund now has more than $400 billion in assets.
It hasn't grown into that trillion-dollar giant yet.
But in the two months of fighting against Soros and international travel funds.
The Norwegian government and the Petroleum Fund have successively invested more than $80 billion in foreign exchange.
Internally, the situation is also tense at this time.
It's still 2001, after all, and oil hasn't started to let go of itself.
Norway is not as rich as it was later.
At present, the two sides are again in a stalemate.
At this time, whether it is Norway or Soros, what they are most afraid of is that someone will enter the market to stir up the situation.
Last time, Soros came to find Abel first, but this time the Norwegians were more anxious, and Sling Stard came to find Abel first.
Seeing that Abel still made this statement, Shiling Stader was not surprised.
However, this time, Selling Stadd brought a decision from within the Kingdom of Norway.
"Mr. Smith."
Sling Staud whispered: "1% of the shares of Norwegian Hydrodero, 1% of the shares of Statoil. How about you buy NOK in exchange for all your funds? β
"Oh? Finally relenting? But I won't talk about the problem of too few shares. β
Abel said: "Do I have to bear the cost of the NOK I hold? β
"We've taken that into account as well." Shiling Stader said: "How about we pay for this part of the cost? β
"5% of the shares. I want both companies. β
Abel whispered.
"It can't be. Sir, 1% is already our bottom line! Sling Stard immediately exclaimed.
β5%γβ
Abel said with a blank face: "After getting 5%." I will immediately start shorting USD/NOK and close all my long positions of 400,000 lots. I will also continue to buy NOK in the market. To put it simply, I will start to confront Soros and international travel funds. β
"In turn," he said, looking at Sylve Stad.
"I'm going to throw out $40 billion of NOK right away, and put another $50 billion into going long USD/NOK."
Shiling Stard stood up in a hurry.
The person in charge of the Norwegian Petroleum Fund pointed at Abel, and said loudly: "Mr. Smith, you are intimidating. It's not me you're intimidating, you're intimidating a sovereign country! β
Abel raised his eyes and said with an unchanged expression, "Yes, I'm just intimidating." Mr. Stard, you got it right. β
When he said this, it was not surprising to Shiling Stard.
Sling Stard also felt that he had to talk about him again, as he had done before.
I didn't expect Abel to say it so directly this time.
Shiling Stard didn't know how to answer for a moment.
After a long time, Sling Stud sat down again and whispered, "This is beyond my authority, sir. β
"Then go find someone with this authority to respond to my request."
Shiling Stader stopped talking, nodded to Abel, and got up to leave the Executive Lounge at the Excelsior Hotel.
"Whew~"
As soon as Sling Stard left, Penelope Cruz, who was watching the whole time from the side, did not dare to say a word, saw Abel let out a long breath, and then his eyes were unfocused, staring at the beach outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
It was brightly lit and crowded with people walking among the tents in the open space next to the beach, the Venice Film Festival audience and film professionals from all over the world.
Abel knew Penelope Cruz was watching him, but he didn't have time to pay attention to her at this moment.
Because there have been some changes in the situation.
Originally, the talent told Abel.
He should have chosen to sell his NOK after that incident.
There is also a continued increase in the efforts to long USD/NOK.
That will bring him a profit of about 10 billion dollars in half a month.
But just now, the results of the talent observation have changed again.
The results of the change told him that it might be more beneficial to do it the other way around.
But the problem is that the results observed by his talent are always moving left and right.
It changes depending on the situation and is not eternal.
was to help Soros before, and Abel's income was even greater.
Now it's helping Norway again, and Abel is getting even more.
But in a few days, however, the result will be reversed.
There are so many variables involved, and so many possible outcomes.
Just choosing between these outcomes was a pain in the cracks.
This made Abel feel that he knew that he would not make this trip to troubled waters.
Suddenly, he heard a somewhat familiar conversation that he hadn't heard in a long time.
"Look, a ghost girl is so beautiful!"
"Tie it up, like a Hollywood line? It's not like a guy or a pretty boy, but it's all Hollywood? β
"Whisper, my daddy is back!"
"The eldest brother is in the middle of the world, and he knows how to do it."
"I'll not ask first."
β.β
Abel couldn't help but look back.
He saw a table of Asians in the distance behind him, and the loudest voices were two young boys.
He also saw the young big-nosed dragon, smiling with a black man walking towards the table from a distance.
The two young boys spoke Cantonese, and Able could understand most of them but couldn't speak them.
Seeing Chinese stars in a foreign country will be very exciting to change to ordinary Chinese people.
But Abel is no longer an ordinary person, or even a Chinese.
He withdrew his gaze.
Does the big-nosed dragon have a film at the Venice Film Festival this year?
Oh, it seems that this is the time when the big-nosed dragon is at its most beautiful in Hollywood.
He didn't take this matter to heart, got up and left directly with Penelope Cruz.