Chapter 35

Chapter 35 How are you, sir?

2000, August 20.

Evening, Midtown Manhattan, Hilton Downtown hotel.

This hotel has a suggestion.

As we know, Hilton hotels in most areas are luxury 5-star hotels.

This hotel is less than a ten-minute walk from Central Park. Walking distance to Wall Street and same hours as the Hilton Hotel in Midtown.

Location of hotels, services, brands or other facilities.

All are very large and luxurious, not inferior to other Hilton hotels.

But this Hilton hotel is only classified as a 4-star hotel.

The reason is that the hotel opened 40 years ago. At first it was a 5-star hotel but after only a year it was downgraded to 4 stars due to customer complaints.

Barron Hilton, 33 years old, son of the founder of Hilton Hotels, felt embarrassed.

This second generation, who became vice president of the company, was fully involved in the transformation of the Midtown Hilton hotel.

Thanks to six months of rectification, this hotel's rating has returned to five stars.

But Barron Hilton refused to increase the rating, saying: "I don't want it to be five stars, I want it to always be four stars, to set an example for all Hilton hotel managers!"

This is a Hilton hotel located in the heart of Manhattan, very close to Central Park. It has always been a four-star hotel, very different from other Hilton hotels.

Abel didn't know if that was true.

Regardless, this is what the media in the United States reported.

It has nothing to do with him anyway.

That day, he asked the driver to take him downstairs to the building where the Midtown Hilton hotel was located. Holding the invitation letter, I followed Edward and Lincoln into the building.

In the lobby on the first floor of the building, the lobby manager of the Hilton Hotel was waiting with a team of formally dressed waiters.

Show the invitation and you can go up without any problem.

But only one person could be brought in, Lincoln was left behind.

Edward's face turned pale and followed him. Take the elevator to the 11th floor and step into the gorgeous gold-plated banquet hall of the Hilton Hotel.

The entourage could not enter, and Edward, who was white, could only rest in the toilet specially designed for him.

The main hall is about a thousand square meters wide, with several rows of rectangular cabinets arranged neatly.

Well-dressed waiters shuttle back and forth, preparing premium red wine or foreign wine for guests.

The host and initiator of today's party and the current head of Hilton, Baron Hilton. The silver-haired old man was surrounded by many people, surrounding him like stars embracing the moon.

Abel didn't know the other side and there were a lot of people.

I glanced from afar a few times but had no intention of going up to say hello right away.

At this time, no guests present at the scene paid attention to him.

He walked to the sofa in the corner, sat down alone, took a glass of red wine from the waiter and drank leisurely. "Huh? Must be Paris Hilton, right?"

But he discovered that a beautiful blonde girl about eighteen or nineteen years old was following Baron Hilton.

At this time, Paris Hield had not yet begun his wandering career.

Currently, she is following her grandfather Barron Hilton, wearing the standard outfit of a rich girl.

Looks very beautiful, like a good girl. Paris Hilton has not yet protested and has not yet begun to wander, still looking very gentle and appetizing.

"There you are ~ I found you."

At this moment, a familiar voice rang out from the side.

Abel turned his head to look and saw David Mellon approaching with a glass of wine and a smile on his face.

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

"Who can blame that? Since last year, many people have invited you to the party. But you didn't attend any of them. »

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

"Okay, what you said makes sense.

So now I'm here. "

Abel smiled and raised his glass of red wine and patted David. "You do not know." After the toast, David sat down next to him and whispered:

"Actually, you're very attractive. I heard that a lot of people came for you tonight.

Look here, there's one over there. It came. "

Abel turned his head to look in the direction David pointed. He saw a tall, chubby, blond-haired old white man walking quickly, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

Here there is only this sofa, the opponent's target is clearly him or David Mellon.

"D. Ted Lerner, real estate businessman, television entrepreneur. An up-and-comer with a talent for performing, has gone bankrupt many times but still thrives."

"But it just looks like that. He has a very good father and grandfather. It was his father who helped him overcome bankruptcy many times."

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

Just as David finished whispering to him, Ted Lerner quickly approached the two of them.

"Hey, two handsome gentlemen," he shouted. Is any body here? Can I sit here?"

He pointed to the empty couch next to Abel and David.

David Mellon smiled, "Oh, dear Lerner. I know, even if I said you couldn't sit, you would still sit. So... of course there's no one, so please just sit."

"Hahaha~David, I really know myself best!" » Lerner said laughing loudly.

David shrugged and glanced at Abel, as if to say, "Am I right?"

Abel smiled in response, he had heard of this businessman. Money is not particularly important but reputation is great.

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

Therefore, even though his family has been rich for decades, his generation is still the third generation.

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

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

His gesture

David Mellon, who knew him, was stunned for a moment.

Ted was also surprised for a moment.

The first person to know is that Abel appears easy-going on the outside but is actually very proud on the inside.

It's rare to proactively approach others with a smile like that, and even proactively introduce yourself.

Ted, an older New Yorker, had long heard of the name Wolf of Wall Street. This young financial genius is said to have a very cold personality.

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

Have almost no social interaction and almost never attend parties or invitations from other rich or famous people.

Except for the good relationship with David of the Mellon family, relationships with others are very normal.

As David Mellon approached, many New Yorkers present noticed Abel's appearance. All were surprised and speculated.

Guess why this gentleman appeared here.

But D. Ted Lerner is different.

He has incredible mobility and courage. Without thinking, I approached, wanting to get to know this newcomer on Wall Street.

Ted himself was ready to close.

But I didn't expect Abel's attitude to be so friendly.

Before Ted spoke first, Abel spoke first.

Not at all, the coldness of the legendary Wolf of Wall Street. When Ted and David were stunned.

A delicate voice rang out from behind the tall, strong D. Ted Lerner.

"Dad, why are you here? Oh ~ it's Mr. Mellon, ah, and this gentleman, hello."

A blonde girl is smiling at the model's waist. She appears behind D. Ted Lerner and standing next to her father.

(end of this chapter)