"Oh, you mean why can Mr. Smith sit there?" Barry Hilton asked.

Paris nodded hesitantly.

She does have some doubts about this, but what she is even more dissatisfied about is——

Why can Ikana sit there?

"I'm not very sure either." Barry Hilton frowned slightly:

"Logically speaking, even if Mr. Smith can sit in the front row, he probably won't sit in that key position. Is it because of his first private placement?"

Stop talking about Paris.

Barry Hilton couldn't figure it out.

Abel himself actually couldn't figure it out.

After Abel sat down, he noticed that Ikana looked a little nervous.

A little excited again.

He asked Ikana if she felt unwell.

Ikana said no, and then Ikana, a master of ball court culture like Paris, told Abel about the special position he was in at this moment.

"C position in the audience?"

Abel was a little surprised, "What's going on? Is it a mistake?"

Abel looked back at his seat. There was a soft silk cloth cushion on it, and the English words of Abel Smith were engraved with golden silk thread.

The one sitting next to Ikana also had the same one.

You're sitting right, he was a little curious.

Ikana shook her head slightly and said: "In such a cautious occasion, it is generally impossible to make mistakes.

Especially for this most important table, the organizer may come over to check it, so there is no chance of anything going wrong.”

"It seems they think highly of me." Abel was surprised.

He was surprised, and Ikana was actually even more surprised.

Just like Paris thought, Ikana originally thought too.

The seat assigned to Abel should be on the first level of the second row, or more likely on the second level of the second row.

I have never seen an old New Yorker like Barry Hilton.

He is also a powerful figure in one of the famous old wealthy families.

Have you just been assigned to the second row and the second level?

If it were her father, Ikana thought, he would probably be in the third row and first level at most.

A little worse than Barry Hilton.

But the actual situation is that D. Ted Lerner was not invited at all tonight.

It may be that he is not qualified, or it may be that Ted Lerner is not the target guest of the organizer.

But Abel didn't deserve the invitation, and he was sitting in such an outrageous position.

For a moment, Ikana, the famous "other people's child", didn't know what was going on.

This table over here.

The two were the first couple to sit down, when Ikana was excited and a little nervous, and her emotions were a little complicated.

The second couple of guests at this table were also welcomed down by the waiter.

Abel looked up and saw an old white man with pale hair. His female companion was also a white woman who didn't look young.

Then Abel saw these two people and sat down on the seat with the name "Pete Kahn" written on it.

Just opposite Abel and Ikana.

After sitting down, the old white man and woman seemed a little surprised to see the young appearance of Abel and Ikana.

But the old white man immediately smiled and said hello to Abel and Ikana softly:

"Good evening, Mr. Smith and Miss Lerner."

Abel didn't know if it was possible at this time.

Ikana almost wanted to stand up.

Because Abel didn't quite know the identities of the white man and woman.

But Ikana knows.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Peter Kahn." Abel responded with a smile.

Ikana's voice was slightly off-kilter, but she immediately responded: "Hello Mr. Kahn, and Mrs. Kahn, good evening."

"Good evening, Ikana. And this young gentleman." The old white woman, who was probably Peter Kahn's wife, responded to Ikana with a smile.

Seeing Abel's expressionless and calm look, Peter Kahn smiled again.

Then Peter Kahn smiled and said: "It seems that Mr. Smith doesn't know me. You know, our "Washington Daily News" is the newspaper that has the most positive reports on you."

"Ha~" Peter Kahn said as Abel smiled softly.

Let Abel also know his identity.

Peter Kahn is the current CEO of the Dow Jones Group and the boss of the Wall Street Journal.

He is also one of the organizers of this charity banquet tonight with Texas Commerce Bank.

"Sorry, Mr. Kahn. I have social phobia, so I haven't come out before. I don't know many people, so I'm sorry." Abel explained with a soft smile.

Peter Kahn nodded, but Abel said he had social phobia or something.

Peter Kahn didn't believe it.

A Wall Street elite, a financial giant, must really have social phobia.

Tomorrow, the Wall Street Journal will probably sell hundreds of thousands more copies.

Like Barry Hilton, Peter Kahn doesn't quite understand why Abel and Ikana can sit at this table.

This table, except for the seats of Abel and Ikana.

The rest are all the names of today’s organizers.

In other words, Abel and Ikana were sitting together with the most important organizer tonight.

Abel is not a real giant like Buffett or Soros who can sit in the C position wherever he goes in the United States.

Neither are the CEOs of Goldman Sachs, Merrill Lynch, Lehman, or Citigroup, they are the real top giants on Wall Street.

Although Abel has already gained a reputation on Wall Street and is highly valued by people in the financial field.

But Abel is young after all, and his accumulation and background are not enough.

If it were at a banquet in the financial field, it would be understandable if he ranked higher.

But at a comprehensive charity banquet like this tonight, Peter Kahn really didn't understand that he was so far in line.

Peter Kahn now wants to ask John J. Brown of Texas Commerce Bank.

Ask John J. Brown what's going on and what the seating arrangement is tonight.

Because Dow Jones is also one of the organizers of this charity party.

But the leader, and the main person in charge, was Texas Commerce Bank.

In other words, John J. Brown, the general manager of the New York branch of Texas Commerce Bank.

He is the main host tonight.

Not only Peter Kahn had such doubts, but also several other tycoons who arrived later.

For example, Rupert Murdoch, the owner of the New York Post and chairman of News Corporation, and his newly married Chinese wife.

For example, the owner of the New York Times newspaper, Arthur Ochs Sulzberger Jr., and his wife.

There is also Ms. Anne Hearst of the Hearst family, and her daughter Amanda Hearst.

These New York media giants all have this doubt.
Chapter completed!