Chapter 259 A strawberry field full of strawberries

Bernie Ecclestone didn't have to wait until night to meet Abel.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon.

Or the executive lounge on the fourth floor.

Bernie Ecclestone had just gone back to his room and lay down, his eyes closed not long ago.

With his slightly hazy eyes open, he had to come here and look at Abel in front of him.

"Hello Mr. Ecclestone, I'm Abe Smith."

Abel did not go back to his room, but went to another hotel room to take a shower and change his clothes.

He smiled and shook hands with Bernie Ecclestone.

Bernie Ecclestone also responded: "Hello, Mr. Smith. I'm Bernie Ecclestone."

After simple greetings.

Abel got straight to the point and said: "Mr. Ecclestone, to be honest, I asked you to come here this time because I didn't want to host the US Grand Prix of the F1 Formula One race."

Hearing what Abel said, Bernie Ecclestone's hazy eyes suddenly brightened up.

This coquettish little old man whose hair was not completely white yet, but had dyed it all silver, couldn't help but say:

"Mr. Smith, what do you mean? Since you have no intention of taking over, what do you mean by calling me here from London?"

Are you playing with me?

Bernie Ecclestone thought unhappily.

"Gedson Entertainment has been hosting F1 for almost three years. Except for the first year, it has suffered losses," Abel said.

"No one will do this kind of loss-making business soon. The same goes for Jedson Entertainment."

Bernie Ecclestone's face completely fell.

Bernie Ecclestone knows this too.

This is a headache for Bernie Ecclestone and the FIA ​​executives.

This is a bit like the example of FIFA being the person who cares most about the Chinese national football team besides the Chinese people.

F1 Holdings and the FIA ​​are more concerned about American F1 racing than Americans.

Why, because the market is huge, because the huge market has not yet been developed, and because it is profitable.

"Mr. Smith, if you don't want to host the F1 US Grand Prix, these things have nothing to do with you." Bernie Ecclestone said in an unhappy mood.

"If you want to host the F1 US station, then I believe you will have a complete publicity plan. Wherever F1 or the FIA ​​needs to cooperate, we will definitely cooperate fully."

Bernie Ecclestone said: "If it's something else, then I don't think you need to come to me."

"Mr. Ecclestone, the reason why I'm looking for you is very simple."

Abel smiled, looked at Bernie Ecclestone, who looked a little unhappy, and said directly:

"I want to acquire F1 Holdings. I want to acquire F1. Mr. Ecclestone, do you think it is necessary to inform you about this?"

"What?"

Bernie Ecclestone thought he heard wrongly, "Mr. Smith, you said you wanted to acquire F1?"

Abel smiled and nodded.

Bernie Ecclestone laughed too.

"Mr. Smith, you deceived me from London just to tell me that you wanted to acquire my company?"

"First of all, I didn't lie to you." Abel said:

"I do want to host the F1 US station. But there is a premise, that is, F1 must be mine. Because only then will I invest enough resources to make the F1 US station the most dazzling place for formula racing."

"Secondly, the F1 company does not belong to you, Mr. Ecclestone. You are only the founder and manager at most. As far as I know, you only own about 13% of the shares."

Looking at Abel's expressionless look, Bernie Ecclestone took a deep breath.

This coquettish little old British man is also decisive.

Bernie Ecclestone actually stood up and said to Abel:

"Sorry. If this is the case, we have nothing to talk about. Mr. Smith, I will not come to the United States next time. If you still want to cooperate with F1, then please go to London to find me, and I will invite you

Drink good coffee.”

After saying that, Bernie Ecclestone turned and left.

Abel didn't stop him either.

After Bernie Ecclestone had walked away, David Jones came up and said:

"BOSS, Miss Bush came to see you. But knowing that you were meeting guests, she went back to rest."

Abel nodded and asked David to go out and call Alan Baker in.

The chief core of the advisory group walked in.

Abel said directly:

"Bernie Ecclestone rejected it directly. It seems that he has no intention of selling at all. According to our previous plan, we will contact the shareholders of other F1 holding companies."

Allen bent down slightly: "No problem, I'll do it right away."

"Then go. Remember, don't delay about Smith Newspapers. I should say, try to put more energy into the acquisition of newspapers." Abel ordered.

Compared to the irrelevant F1, Abel is more concerned about the acquisition of newspapers.

F1 and NBA are just entertainment projects for Abel, and they are just layouts for the commercial sports industry.

Abel is still very firm and clear about his main foothold and his basic base.

Abel did not leave the box, but used No. 2's business mobile phone to call David Mellon.

Over this period of time, the USD/NOK currency exchange situation has become increasingly weird.

The exchange rate remains at the original price without much change.

However, the accumulated futures contract positions, as well as the funds in the market, have reached a dangerous and terrifying point.

And they ultimately affect the exchange rate stability of the entire Norwegian krone.

This country's sovereign currency has also experienced strange situations like the U.S. dollar in its exchange with other currencies.

There has already been a financial crisis in Norway, which is about to unfold in the Kingdom of Norway.

The strangely calm exchange rate has affected the import and export of goods in the Kingdom of Norway. More oligarchs are already looking at the fat and oily Nordic star of the Kingdom of Norway.

One wrong move and this country will be in danger.

No one on Wall Street can tell what is going on in this situation.

The same goes for people at Smith Capital. Only Abel knows the outcome.

After knowing the current general situation of USD/NOK, what Abel asked David to do was to continue to stand still.

The time has not come yet.

After hanging up the phone, Abel returned to the executive suite on the top floor.

The next day, around ten o'clock in the morning.

In the room of the Li sisters, on the huge soft sofa in the living room.

Li Xinyu's favorite place to lie down these two days.

".Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"I'm going to die."

A long whimper.

Then there was the sound of a woman breathing heavily in the living room.

Abel couldn't help but caress Li Fuzhen's smooth back.

"Hey, is this going to work? We still have a whole day today."

he said with a smile.

Compared to him, Li Fuzhen had a relatively petite body, lying softly on his body.

"A whole day? No, then I will die."

Li Fuzhen's voice was as gentle as ever, but it was even more charming, and even her voice sounded like she had just been fished out of the water.

Wet.

Abel smiled and did not answer, but mentioned another matter.

"How many shares of Samsvng Group does your father still hold?"

The woman who had just made love with him was slightly startled when she heard his question.
To be continued...