This Mr. François Hollande has a very good relationship with the Amory family, the founder family of the Amory newspaper group.

This guy's suggestion is probably related to this matter.

Thinking of this, Abel smiled and agreed with Francois Holland's suggestion.

"A very good proposal. But François, I am not familiar with the Amaury newspaper group."

"I just arrived here today. It's my first time in Paris and my first time in France."

"I'm very unfamiliar with this place. And you are a local. I would like to ask Francois, can you introduce me to the gentlemen from the Amaury newspaper group?"

Abel suddenly laughed when he saw François Hollande.

Francois Holland said: "Of course, I happen to know Henry of the Amory family. He and I have a very good relationship!"

"That's perfect!" Abel laughed.

Off topic - the conversation between the two was entirely in English.

This is because the French youth funded by the Franco-American Foundation first require him to have a good foundation in English.

In other words, there are more than a hundred outstanding French young people present at this cocktail party.

Everyone can speak fluent English, even the Frenchman who is speaking on the stage now.

He also spoke English instead of French.

As a result, more than 20 Americans, including Abel.

There will be no problem of language communication here.

François Hollande was also speaking English at this time, and of course Abel understood it.

After talking about the newspaper, Abel discussed the issue of residence with Francois Hollande.

"Paris is such a beautiful city."

Abel smiled and said, "It's so beautiful that I even want to buy a house here."

The real situation is that more than an hour ago, he told little Laura and Annie that the city was too dirty and dark.

But many times, you just have to open your eyes and tell lies.

Especially for those in a superior position, or those who want to become a superior person, this skill is even necessary.

This is the reality.

Francois Holland also gave a suggestion with a smile, "Mr. Smith, with your status and wealth, you should naturally live in the 16th arrondissement."

"Oh, District 16." Abel said with a smile: "I understand. I will let people pay attention to it later."

The two chatted again, mainly Francois Hollande doing his best to entertain Abel.

After all, among the members present now, there is no doubt that Abel has the highest status.

He is the main funder of the Franco-American Foundation, a Wall Street tycoon in the United States, is married to the Bush family, and is the richest man in the world.

There is no one here with a higher status than him.

Francois Hollande is already a Frenchman here and currently has the highest status.

If Francois Hollande doesn't accompany him, who can accompany Abel?

Should we let a small character like Emmanuel Jean-Michel Frédéric Ma Yinglong accompany us?

The entire reception included four speeches and subsequent social networking.

It took about two hours in total.

It's almost the end.

Abel and several U.S. representatives from the Franco-American Foundation, the young leaders from the U.S. side of the Young Leaders Project, took the stage.

The outstanding young people in France lined up to shake hands with these outstanding young leaders in the United States.

In the eyes of some interested people, this scene may seem like a young French elite paying homage to a young American elite.

Well, in a sense, this is actually the case.

Among the American Youth Leaders Representatives.

Abel stood at the head, smiling and shaking hands with these young people who will most likely become the mainstay of this country in ten or twenty years.

Holding hands, he found an outstanding representative whose expression was as excited as other French youths.

Abel felt that this French young man looked familiar, and he smiled at him habitually.

"Hello, sir. What's your name?" Alberto asked.

Mainly because the other person seemed familiar to Abel, as if he had seen him somewhere.

"Hello, Mr. Smith." The French young man was very excited and introduced himself, "My name is Emmanuel Jean-Michel Frédéric Mayinglong!"

"Oh, hello, Mr. Ma Yinglong." Abel was accustomed to calling the other person's last name, and he reacted after calling him.

Isn’t Ma Yinglong the surname of the future French commander?

Abel couldn't help but take a closer look at the young man in front of him.

After confirmation, this is the future European customer service pony.

"Hello, Mr. Ma Yinglong. I am Abel Smith. Nice to meet you. I think you will have a bright future!" Abel smiled, shook hands with him a few more times, and patted his hand.

shoulders to show encouragement.

This made Xiao Ma very excited.

But for Abel, that was all.

Not to mention that Xiao Ma is still a young man now.

Even if he is Ma Yinglong in the future, Abel may not pay much attention to him.

There are not many people on this planet who deserve the attention of Abel now.

Anyway, the pony in front of me is not this kind of person at the moment.

after

In the future, when he can really become the commander-in-chief of France.

Abel estimated that he would also be in a higher position by that time.

So no matter what Xiaoma, he just shook his hand and ignored it.

It's just that he spoke a few more words to Ma Yinglong after all, and this scene also fell in the eyes of the Americans and French present.

Fortunately for Americans, they didn't react much.

The reaction of the French people present was different.

Big figures from the French side like Francois Hollande followed Abel and couldn't help but take a few more looks at Emmanuel Jean-Michel Frederic Mayinglong.

It would have been a few years before Olander took notice of this pony.

In this time and space, it is because of Abel.

François noticed it in advance.

If Xiaoma knew about it, he would probably be very happy.

After this cocktail party is over.

When Abel returned to the Pullman Paris Delphi Resort, it was already around seven o'clock in the evening.

In the executive lounge of the Pullman Paris Delphi Resort, Abel met Soros who was chasing him.

He had to temporarily give up the option of going back to the room and getting together with little Laura and the others.

Instead, he stayed and discussed with Soros.

"Mr. Smith."

In the hotel's executive lounge.

Soros looked at the handsome young Abel in front of him, and the Oilers giant said:

"Aren't you willing to join us now? The piece of fat in front of you is the third largest natural gas exporter and the eighth largest oil exporter in the world."

Abel smiled and said softly:

"But it is also one of the top ten economic powers in Europe. In addition, it also has one of the most powerful oil funds in the world. By selling so much oil, this country has enough wealth to ensure the security of its currency."

"Its oil fund has joined the fight!"

Soros said: "In the end, without Mr. Smith and your actions, it would have been retreating step by step."

"But I heard that the Norwegian Petroleum Fund is allocating its investments around the world and preparing to come back to support its country."

Abel said leisurely: "For example, this fund sold more than 3 billion US dollars of their shares in General Electric and exchanged them for US dollars."

Seeing Abel like this, Soros sighed.

The Oilers boss knew that if he didn't talk about some actual benefits, he would never be able to impress the kid in front of him.
To be continued...