Chapter 28

Chapter 28 Hilton's invitation

Before leaving the company,

David Mellon suddenly stopped Abel and asked him to wait.

David then went back to the office and took out some things.

Abel looked closer, good guy, it was a big pile of invitations, invitations and the like.

David gave him these and said:

"Here I have collected a bunch of these.

That reminds me, man, you can't keep doing this forever. It seems we are especially lacking in sociability.

You know, on Wall Street, sociability is more important than anything else! "

Abel calmly took it and looked down. These invitations are all very sophisticated.

It even has gold wire engraved with radium on it.

The golden thread shines under the bright light of local tyrants. He counted a bit, there were eleven words here, most of them were very sophisticated.

"You're right. I can't make people think I don't belong." » Abel said smiling.

"Oh, do you understand?" David was a bit surprised.

This situation has happened several times before. That is, many people sent invitations inviting Abel to participate in certain social activities.

But Abel did not go.

Each time, Abel left David to fend for himself.

What to treat?

Manage invitations to Abel or Smith Capital to participate in various parties. Most of these invitations came from New York's elite.

There are many offers from Wall Street.

There were also invitations from other wealthy New Yorkers, and even party invitations from New York political figures.

As we all know, Europeans and Americans love to party.

This is true for ordinary people as well as those of the upper class. Compared with ordinary people, the upper classes of Europeans and Americans even enjoy various parties and parties.

This habit has been around since Roman times.

After the Germans and Onsa ruled the European continent together, they continued this habit of Rome.

On the American continent, the current dominant current is essentially made up of Germanic and Onsa descendants.

In addition, Netole also has an entertainment-to-death policy. Under the guidance of the above people, ordinary people like to hold parties more and more.

This is expressed in the upper class, that is, the types of parties, gatherings, parties are simply countless.

If a rich person wanted, he could even go to other people's parties every evening, 30 days a month.

Sometimes you can even attend two or three parties in one night.

When Abel arrived in New York, no one paid him any attention. He lives in isolation so he doesn't have an invitation to the party.

But by the end of last year, he became a billionaire thanks to many miraculous foreign exchange transactions.

Still on Wall Street, he acquired a certain reputation.

At that time, many "friends" came to him.

One after another, people sent him letters inviting him to many parties and social exchanges. Look forward to this year's Nasdaq event, after Smith Capital is officially established.

The number of invitations like this has doubled at the same time.

It's just that he had never participated in these people's invitations before.

At most, let David, in his place, attend some Smith Capital Charity invitational parties, or New York City Council parties.

David Mellon is a bit insensitive to this. I don't even understand why Abel doesn't like attending these parties.

Is it a social phobia?

David doesn't think so, because he doesn't have social anxiety and dares to confess his feelings to a strange girl right before his eyes.

And David's boss, dear Mr. Abel Smith, this guy dares!

I didn't expect today,

Abel would tell him such things.

David was surprised. "Do not look at me like that." Abel randomly selected one of the eleven invitation letters that David was holding.

"The reason I have never participated before is that I just felt the time and conditions were not suitable."

"But now I think the time and conditions are right."

"In the future, I will take turns participating in these social activities."

"Okay, let me see which gentleman's invitation I won."

He bowed his head and glanced at the name on the invitation.

David also leaned forward, wondering who could be so lucky to have his boss's 'first time'.

"Invitation from the Hilton family." David looked at him and said softly: "You're the one who invited me." The reason for this invitation is to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the opening of the Hilton Hotel in Midtown Manhattan. »

Abel couldn't help but shake his head and complain to his friend:

"I always felt like those Old Money could throw a party even if they farted."

"You can't think like that. Dude."

David felt he had to correct his friend's thinking.

"The party itself isn't really important. It's the social activities while attending the party, that's the most important thing."

He said sincerely: "This will help you meet more friends."

You can't know any rich New Yorkers besides the NYPD and me, right? "

"You're right." Abel nodded: "Then join us."

"And that?" David Mellon issued ten other invitations.

"I'll try to participate in some useful activities. But there are so many that I can't participate in them all, right? Splitting me in two isn't enough." Abel said.

"Right. So it's better to go to Hilton first. But don't you want to read them?" David said.

"Did you read it to me?"

"Correct." David said honestly.

"Are there any that are particularly important?" If I don't participate, will I or the company go bankrupt?

"Not really."

"Right." Abel snapped his fingers, "poof," "It's not that important. In the future there will be a very important party, whether that is exactly what you think.

Take it back and let me in. "

"GOOD." David Mellon was convinced.

Just as Abel said.

When an American's status reaches a certain level. After that, every day he received countless invitations to parties or similar social events.

If every one of them participates, dividing it into dozens is not enough.

"Then August 20th, the day after tomorrow. A party at the Hilton." David said.

"I will go with you when the time comes, since I also received this invitation."

"Thank you my friend." » Abel said smiling. He knew that at least half of the reason David chose to go with him was because he was afraid of offending others.

Or get bullied at the party.

Because social activities have been organized by upper-class figures in New York since I came to New York.

He actually didn't participate once.

Before that, he was just a senior family member from Texas. When I was in Texas, I had never attended a similar upper-class party.

It would be much better if someone pointed at the door.

David is ready to become such a leader.

"It was such a happy decision. Very good. You deal with it, then you also quit work.

There's nothing to do tomorrow, just rest.

Anyway, Merio takes care of the company's normal work. "

Abel said to David.

Melio is the company's deputy general director. Compared to general manager David, Merio is the logistics director.

Melio will not be in charge of investment matters, his responsibilities extend to the entire company, everything except investments.

"Alright." David replied and he really needed to rest.

At this moment, a sound suddenly rang out in Abel's pocket.

"The phone is ringing." David called back. Abel nodded and took out his small Nokia cell phone.

Looking at the caller ID above, I discovered that the caller number was my personal number.

He did not hesitate to approach David, so he got off the bus easily.

"Hi Mom? Or

dad? "

(end of this chapter)