America's Road to Wealth

2000, August 20th.

In the evening, Midtown Manhattan, Hilton Hotel Downtown.

This hotel has a story to tell.

As we all know, Hilton hotels in most areas are five-star luxury.

This home is less than a ten minute walk from Central Park.

Walking distance from Wall Street, it is also about the same time as the Hilton Hotel in Midtown.

The location of the hotel, or the service, or the brand, or other facilities.

All are very grand and top-notch, not losing to other Hilton hotels.

But this Hilton Hotel has only a four-star rating.

The reason for this is said to be because the hotel first opened 40 years ago.

At first it was five-star, but after only one year, it was abruptly downgraded to four because of complaints from customers.

Thirty-three-year-old Barron Hilton, the son of the Hilton Hotels founder, was ashamed.

The second generation, who has become the vice president of the company, is fully involved in the rectification of the Midtown Hilton Hotel.

After half a year of rectification, the star rating of this hotel has returned to five stars.

But Barron Hilton rejected the rating upgrade, saying: I don't want it to be five stars, I want it to remain four stars as an example for all Hilton hotel managers!

This is the Hilton Hotel in the heart of Manhattan, so close to Central Park.

It has always been a four-star hotel, which is very different from other Hiltons.

Abel didn't know if it was true.

Anyway, the media in the United States reported this way.

It has nothing to do with him anyway.

On this day, he asked the driver to take him downstairs to the building where the Midtown Hilton Hotel is located.

Holding the invitation letter, he followed Edward and Lincoln, and entered the building.

In the lobby on the first floor of the building, the lobby manager of the Hilton Hotel was already waiting with a group of solemnly dressed waiters.

Hand in the invitation letter, and you can go up without a hitch.

But only one person could be taken, and Lincoln was left behind.

Edward, with his white face, went up with him.

Take the elevator to the eleventh floor and walk into the magnificent golden banquet hall of the Hilton Hotel.

The entourage could not enter, and Edward, the white man, could only rest in the rest room specially arranged for him.

The main hall is about a thousand square meters, and several rows of rectangular buffet tables are arranged in an orderly manner.

Neatly dressed waiters are shuttling back and forth, preparing high-end red wine or foreign wine for the guests.

The host and initiator of today's banquet, and Hilton's current ruler, Baron Hilton.

The gray-haired old man was surrounded by many people, surrounded by them like stars holding the moon.

Abel is not familiar with the other party, and there are so many people.

After a few glances from a distance, there was no intention of going up to say hello immediately.

At this time, none of the guests at the scene noticed him.

He walked to the sofa in the corner and sat down alone, took a glass of red wine from the waiter, and drank quietly.

Huh? That should be Paris Hilton, right?

It was he who found a beautiful blond girl about eighteen or nine years old who was following Baron Hilton.

At this time, Paris Hield hadn't started her wandering career yet.

At the moment, she is following her grandfather Barron Hilton, dressed in a standard rich girl dress.

She looks very good, like a good girl.

Paris Hilton, who has not been weathered and has not yet started to wander, still looks very tender and delicious.

You are here~ I found you.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded beside him.

Abel turned his head and saw David Mellon walking over with a wine glass and a smile on his face.

Abel shrugged: It's boring, I don't know anyone. I can only hide in a corner and drink alone.

Who can blame this? Many people have invited you to the banquet since last year. But you didn't attend any of them.

David Mellon said: If you don't socialize, how can you have friends?

Okay. What you say makes sense.

So I'm here now.

Abel raised his red wine glass with a smile, and tapped lightly with David.

You don't know. After the toast, David sat beside him and whispered to him:

Actually, you are very attractive. I heard that many people came tonight because of you.

Look here, there's one over there. He came over.

Abel turned his head and looked in the direction David said.

He saw a tall, fat, blond old white man walking in a hurry, walking towards this side with a red wine glass in his hand.

There is only this sofa here, and the opponent's target is obviously him or David Mellon.

D. Ted Lerner, a real estate businessman and a TV businessman. An upstart who is good at showmanship and has gone bankrupt many times, but still climbed up.

But it's just his appearance. He has a very good father and grandfather. It was his father who helped him get out of bankruptcy many times.

This man has a big mouth and likes to talk nonsense on TV. Be careful.

David had just finished talking to him in a low voice, when Ted Lerner was in a hurry and walked up to the two of them.

He said loudly: Hey, two handsome gentlemen. Is there anyone here? Can I sit here?

He pointed to the empty sofa seat next to Abel and David.

David Mellon smiled: Oh, dear Lerner. I know, even if I say you can't sit, you will sit down. So...of course it is unoccupied, so please go ahead.

Hahaha~David, you really know me best!! Lerner said with a loud laugh.

David shrugged and gave Abel a look as if to say, Am I right?

Abel smiled back, he had also heard of this businessman.

The money is not particularly large, but the fame is great.

The main reason is that his way of doing things is very rich, and the old money is not ashamed, and the new money also thinks he is too ostentatious.

So although the family has been rich for decades, his generation is the third generation.

But it is still not very accepted by the wealthy class in the United States, and it is outside the rich system of Outer New York.

Abel smiled and reached out to Ted Lerner, Hi, Mr. D. Ted Lerner, I'm Abel Smith, nice to meet you.

His move,

David Mellon, who was familiar with him, was taken aback for a moment.

Ted was also taken aback.

The former knew that Abel looked easy-going on the outside, but he was actually very proud on the inside.

It is rare for me to take the initiative to reach out to others with a smile like this, and even take the initiative to introduce myself.

Ted, an old New Yorker, has long heard the name of The Wolf of Wall Street.

It is said that this young financial genius has a very cold personality.

It's been almost a year since I came to New York.

There is almost no social interaction, and almost never participated in the banquets or invitations of other rich or famous people.

Except for a good relationship with David of the Mellon family, the relationship with other people is very ordinary.

As David Mellon approached here just now, many New Yorkers present noticed Abel's arrival.

They were all surprised, and they were all speculating.

Speculate on how this gentleman appeared here.

But D. Ted Lerner was different.

He has explosive power and courage.

Without even thinking about it, I walked over, wanting to get to know this Wall Street upstart.

Ted himself was prepared to be shut down.

Unexpectedly, Abel's attitude was so friendly.

Before Ted himself could speak first, Abel had already spoken first.

Not at all, the frigidity of the legendary Wolf of Wall Street.

When Ted and David were slightly in a daze.

A delicate voice appeared behind the tall, strong and fat D. Ted Lerner.

Father, why did you come here? Oh~ it's Mr. Mellon, ah, and this gentleman, how are you?

A smiling blonde girl of model height.

She emerges from behind D. Ted Lerner and stands gracefully beside her father.