New York

Manhattan.

The headquarters of the Soros Fund Management Company.

The famous financial gangster, but he is an amiable-looking guy like a white-haired grandfather on the street.

In the office, Soros frowned deeply at this time, and he was looking at the newspaper reports one after another, his eyes deep and gloomy.

"Knock-"

Soros looked up and saw Tims pushing the door in, and couldn't help but frown and asked, "Is there any news?"

"Well, just now, Amex officially sent a public letter to all shareholders, arguing that the shareholders of Amex should reject Abel Smith's acquisition, calling Abel Smith a destroyer of the normal financial order in the United States, and calling on investors and shareholders to resist him, with very strong rhetoric."

Tims said, handing Soros a document in his hand, and sat down in the chair across from him, his eyes full of schadenfreude and pride.

The general manager of Soros Fund Management feels that Kenneth Chernot and the board of directors of Amex are being forced to be in a hurry.

He actually called Abel a destroyer of the normal financial order in the United States.

Didn't you watch that a while ago, the owner of the White House openly declared that Abel Smith was the mainstay of American finance on TV?

Didn't you see the white house and say that Abel Smith was the savior of this stock market crash?

Kenneth did this, this is an intention to never compromise!

Timms knew who had given Kenneth that courage.

Because these days, it was Tims who was in contact with Kenneth.

It was George Soros who stood up and a kind of Wall Street agency that was hiding behind the scenes, giving the desperate Kenneth Chernot and other executives of Amex the last way out, which seemed to be a rosy retreat.

It's a pity that Kenneth Chernot doesn't know, and maybe he can't help it.

That's the last resort, and it's really just looking good.

Soros took the file and skimmed through it quickly.

In this letter to all shareholders, the board of directors of Amex criticized Abel Smith's acquisition, saying that its acquisition was seriously malicious.

The letter also said that Abel Smith's statement of "immediate cash payments to shareholders" was "completely unrealistic".

Abel Smith lacks the necessary management experience in a large, integrated bank.

In the letter, Amex also refuted the operations of the U.S. Pacific Commercial Bank.

It is claimed that this commercial bank, which is wholly owned by Abel Smith, has an extremely opaque business operation model.

It is claimed that the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency, the FDIC, the Federal Reserve and other relevant banking and financial regulators should enter as soon as possible to investigate the U.S. Pacific Commercial Bank.

Amex concluded, "We believe that supporting Abel Smith's hostile takeover makes no sense to Amex shareholders. In addition, if the transaction is not approved, Amex may face the risk of incalculable loss of value."

Compared with the previous statement, there is also a gesture of goodwill to Soros.

This letter to shareholders is ***, the board of directors of Amex headed by Kenneth Chernot, can be said to have completely torn his face with Abel.

"Stupid, stupid. But it's also a last resort."

After reading the letter, Soros, who had an indifferent expression, made an evaluation and put the document in his hand aside.

The old guy took off his glasses and gently pinched the bridge of his nose.

"They can't help it. If you don't want to be fired by Abel Smith. They can only show their loyalty to us."

Tims heard Soros's conclusion and said a nice word for Kenneth.

Soros glanced at Timms with sharp eyes, knowing that this one of his cronies should have some kind of communication with Kenneth.

Even the other party may have promised Tims some benefits.

But Soros doesn't care, he is confident that he can master it

Sons and Company.

Giving Timms a little bit of freedom, a little bit of benefit, can make the other party have more subjective dynamics.

"What's the reaction from Abel Smith?" Soros asked softly.

Tims shook his head, "There's not much reaction yet. They have not raised the tender offer price again."

"This guy!"

George Soros said unhappily, "Not at all like a young man! So many newspapers are talking about him, and he can bear it?"

In the past few days, after Soros entered.

There is a plethora of financial media outlets that have shifted the tide.

They portrayed this Yuntong incident as a financial war between Soros and Abel.

The loot is the Amex company, and whoever can get control of the Amex company is the winner.

Who is the real uncrowned king of finance in the United States.

These media almost said that Amex was the most important company on Wall Street.

It seems that only Abel really wins Express, then he can keep pace with Buffett, Soros and other bigwigs.

This change in the direction of the financial media is obviously the handiwork of Soros Fund Management.

The Wall Street institutions that have joined in must have contributed a lot.

They just want to provoke Abel and make Abel bound to win the company.

The very simple way is to get Abel, who looks young and must be very vigorous, to get his competitiveness and stimulate Abel.

After a few days, Soros was a little disappointed.

The reason is because of Abel's side, except for the occasional scolding that "The New York Observer" does not hurt.

In other aspects, Abel basically didn't move, and he was as tolerant as Buffett.

Fortunately, from beginning to end, Soros didn't think that it would be so simple to fool Abel.

The old guy thought for a moment and asked Tims, "I remember this guy's company's annual meeting this year, the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Yes." "Last year was November 15, and this year's year-end reception at Smith Capital is also November 15," Tims said.

"Then he's supposed to be back from Los Angeles." Soros smiled confidently: "When the time comes, let's go to him, and we'll see this guy for a while!"

"Amount"

Tims showed a slightly embarrassed expression, looking at his very confident boss, he couldn't help but whisper:

"That. . . BOSS, I'm going to tell you something. That's David Mellon didn't send us an invitation."

"What did you say?" Soros was stunned, and the old guy frowned, "Didn't I remember sending it to us last year?"

Last year, Smith Capital did send an invitation to Soros at its first year-end investment reception.

But at that time, Abel's fame was far less than it is now.

At that time, the Soros people were in Asia again, busy operating the stock market in Tokyo.

So I didn't rush back to participate.

It was the investment reception that Tiems went to. But there were too many people going at that time, and there was a lot of votes for Wall Street giants.

Soros Fund Management Company is basically Soros's word, and Soros's status in the company is similar to that of Abel in Smith Capital.

Timms, the general manager, had no presence like David Mellon on Smith Capital's side, and Abel didn't notice him at all.

There was an invitation letter last year, and Soros thinks there should be one this year.

After all, his position is here.

As a result, Timms has now told him that Smith Capital did not send an invitation to this side this year.

Tims answered the boss's question honestly, "Well, indeed. Unless they send it today and tomorrow."

Because the reception will start the day after tomorrow, there is no reason to send an invitation on the day of the reception.

"Fake!"

Soros couldn't help but scold, he guessed that it must have been Abel's deliberate.

"Go get an invitation. He doesn't invite us, we'll go by ourselves!" Soros was angry, he felt like he had a good acquaintance.

Even if it's an opponent, it shouldn't be like this.

He wanted to go to Abel and ask him!

"Okay." Tims directly agreed, and the general manager of Soros Fund Management Company saw that the owner was a little angry.

It's not hard anyway, with Soros Fund Management's position on Wall Street.

With Soros's status among the oilers, it can be said that it is very easy to let others let one or two invitations come out.

The next day was November 14.

In one day, Smith Capital's year-end investment reception will be held.

Even if you don't want to go back to cold New York at this time, breathe the air of Manhattan after the Twin Towers are polluted.

Abel also had to take his Boeing 747 from Los Angeles International Airport to New York's JFK Airport in eight hours.

Abel was on the plane at nine a.m. local time in Los Angeles.

But when he flew nine hours and returned to New York.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening local time in New York.

The reason is Los Angeles and New York, which have a time difference of about three hours.

It was more than six o'clock in the evening in Los Angeles, and it was naturally more than nine o'clock in the evening in New York.

When Abel returns to the Woolworth Tower in Manhattan, the "Summit" mansion on the top floor.

Sophie Marceau and the goddess of Spain's national treasure, they are gone.

The two spent more than a week with Abel last month, and after Abel went to Los Angeles, they both returned to Europe.

It's not like they're going home for a vacation or something.

Rather, it is because of the "European Rising Star" project between Smith Media and Vivendi, the first phase of the cooperation program has been launched.

In the first phase of Euronova, a total of 6 films will be filmed.

The investment budget for two of them will be more than $50 million, less than $80 million.

The other four are all expected to invest less than $10 million.

Sophie Marceau has signed a short-term employee agreement with Abel.

For this reason, they easily got two heroines of films with an investment of more than $50 million.

Now it's time to go back to shooting a blockbuster film made in Europe and the United States.

In the summit mansion, there is only one Avril at present.

It was only when Abel came out of the independent elevator of the summit mansion at about ten o'clock.

But in the living room of the Summit Mansion, I saw Avril Lavini, who was drinking, and Britney Spears.

I saw two chicks sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room.

Next to the couch was a pile of empty beer bottles, as well as unopened beer.

There are no appetizers.

Because unlike Europeans and Asians, most of the time, Americans really eat just to eat, and drink to drink.

It means not drinking when you eat, and not eating when you drink.

Abel's appearance naturally attracted the attention of the two chicks whose cheeks were already crimson.

"Ah, Abel! You're back!" Avril, who looked apparently had drunk a lot, exclaimed happily.

Usually, when she talks to Abel, she is still a little afraid.

The main thing is that the two don't get along for long, only those few days.

In those few days, the mode of getting along with the two was mostly the most primitive state of human beings.

The occasion is either the sofa in the living room or the bathtub in the bathroom, or simply on Simmons.

Don't talk about any feelings, even normal relationships are very strange.

Abel's status and power are there again, and it is normal for her to be afraid.

But now he looks like an old friend, and he doesn't look afraid at all, and he can't talk about it if he's not drunk.

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Britney Spears on the side is not much better.

This chick with a little mental problem, smiling silly next to her at this time, doesn't look sweet at all, just like a drunk little sister on the street.

Well, the punk girl is pretty much the same at this point.

Abel frowned, and a female bodyguard from the rock security he arranged next to him had no choice but to come up and report:

"Miss Lavinie and Miss Spears, have been drinking for more than three hours, since three o'clock. According to the rules, we can't stop her, so."

Rock security rules, all women related to Abel. As long as they don't harm their own personal safety, and don't do anything that puts Abel at risk of wearing a hat.

Most of their actions and actions, the rock security has no right to stop.

Drinking alcohol is obviously not in the prohibition regulations, and the female bodyguard naturally has no way to stand up and stop it.

"Two crazy women."

Abel doesn't like to drink, and he doesn't like the smell of alcohol.

"Help them into their rooms and put them to sleep. By the way, wash them up. Forget it, after drinking so much wine, don't let them take a shower directly."

Abel thought for a while, and then said, "Just let the maid wipe their bodies, wash their faces, and change into pajamas."

"Understood." The female bodyguard hurriedly agreed, and the boss looked a little angry.

But she was not to blame, and the female bodyguard was also relieved.

Abel was disillusioned by two female drunkards.

He originally wanted to pull Avril to the bathroom or Simmons as soon as he returned.

Experiencing more magnificent ups and downs, and occasionally tasting a flat life, it can be regarded as a fresh experience.

But at this time, he lost interest, and simply went to the study.

"Hi Michael, I'm back."

In his study, Abel dialed Bloomberg's phone.

"Hey! My dear friend, are you finally willing to come back from the sunny West Coast?"

"Don't say such quips. Michael, you know what I'm most concerned about."

"Hahahaha~ Of course I know. But wouldn't you let your men inquire a little about this kind of thing?"

Abel said impatiently, "Nonsense, of course I still want to hear you tell me in person."

"Hahaha~"

Bloomberg laughed again.

"Okay. My dear friend, let me tell you personally."

This friend of Abel seems to be in a good mood.

It seems that the election results are not bad.

"The result is. I'm ahead! So far, about 1.8 million people have voted. I'm a lot ahead, I'm 100,000 votes ahead of second place, 14.3 percent percentage points!"

"So many?" Abel was surprised.

New york city. A long campaign is not the same as a general election, there are no electoral votes or anything like that.

All New Yorkers who have reached the age of 18 have the right to vote.

New York now has a population of almost six million.

Exclude about a quarter of citizens under the age of 18.

If everyone were to vote, that would be about 4.5 million votes in total.

But the problem is that it is simply not possible for all 4.5 million people to vote.

There are at least one-third of the people who are in New York City. Long indifference.

In other words, at most three million people, half of the city's population, would vote.

And about one-third of these three million people will not vote during the voting period for various reasons.

So in the end, in every election in New York, only 2 million to 2.5 million people voted.

In general, there will be 4-8 candidates in each New York election.

This is the same as electing a general president, in fact, every time a candidate participates in a general election, there are more than four or five candidates.

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At its peak, there were nine people running in the general election.

It's just that except for those two, the other participants are really just participants.

In the end, 99.5% of the winners and losers of these elections will be decided between the donkey and the elephant.

The same goes for New York, which is running for New York City this time. There are six long ones.

But the first four votes combined were not as many as Bloomberg and Mark Green on the Donkey side.

If Mr. Bloomberg wins against Donkey Party candidate Mark Green, he will be 100 per cent victorious.

The other participants can only be said to be expensive to participate

Abel knew that Bloomberg would probably win this time.

In parallel time and space, it was Bloomberg who would have won.

After this plane has its own support.

Bloomberg's side is stronger, and there will only be more wins.

But Abel didn't expect that Bloomberg could win so much.

&00,000 votes, 14.3%, in cases where the voter already has 1.8 million.

This is almost a declaration that Bloomberg is the final victor.

After all, it's still 2001, and the donkey and the elephant are still in harmony in private, and they haven't begun to separate.

At this time, the conditions for the donkey party to play the yin soldiers out of the cage have not yet been formed.

The ink here in New York has not yet taken shape, and most of them are still in the southern states and the West Coast.

In other words, Bloomberg has won more than half of the game.

No wonder the old man was so happy, and Abel was a little happy now.

"That's great news. Tomorrow night, how about we come to my cocktail and we'll talk about it again?"

During the election, Bloomberg was busy. As a candidate, he had to run up and down New York all day, canvassing for himself.

For a whole month, I was so busy flying, and I couldn't resist without a good body.

However, it is now in the late stages of the election.

And it's still night.

No matter how busy you are, come over for a drinking party in the evening, and that's still no problem.

"Of course! If you don't say I'll go too. My dear friend, I don't know what I would have done without you!"

The old guy is a little numb when he says this.

Abel said directly, "Then see you tomorrow night, dear Bloomberg. Mr. Chief!"

"Hahaha~ Okay, dear Mr. Abel Smith, then see you tomorrow night!"

Abel took the initiative to hang up the phone, and he smiled and shook his head.

Bloomberg finally came to power.

Then you can start your big plan for New York.

Abel, after Bloomberg himself, was probably the second happiest.

He felt that he should celebrate, and after thinking about it, Abel put his phone away, turned and walked out of the study.

Abel went to the bathroom of the master bedroom to take a shower first.

After taking a shower, Abel, who was wearing a bath towel, turned around and walked out of the master bedroom.

He stood in the hallway and looked, hesitated for a moment, and finally picked a room and walked in.

When he entered, the female bodyguard who was in charge of Avril's security not far away couldn't help but want to speak.

Because the room that Abel entered was not Avril's room.

The female bodyguard's mouth opened halfway, and before the words came out, she was held down by the fast-eyed female bodyguard captain Doni.

After Abel opened the door and went in, Doni let go of the female bodyguard's mouth and whispered:

"Don't worry too much about what you don't care. Mr. Smith, he's our boss, you know?"

Avril's bodyguard nodded busily, "Got it, I'm sorry, Captain Donie."

Doni nodded, gesturing to Avril's room next to her.

"Look here. If your mistress comes out, tell her that Mr. Smith sleeps in his room."

"Oh, okay.

The female bodyguard agreed.

Then she looked at Donny, walked over to the master bedroom, and locked the empty master bedroom.

Naturally, there was no talk for the night.

Only the flowers bloom.

And quiet Manhattan nights.