Before leaving the company,

David Mellon suddenly stopped Abel and asked him to wait.

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

Abel took a closer look and saw, "Hey guys, it's a big stack of invitations, invitations and the like."

David handed him these things and said:

"Here, I collected a bunch of these things again.

Having said that, man, you can't keep doing this.

This will make us appear particularly unsociable.

You know, on Wall Street, being gregarious is more important than anything else!”

Abel took it casually and looked down at it. These invitations were very beautiful.

One letter even had some gold threads engraved on it.

The gold thread shines brightly under the light, giving it a rich aura.

He counted a little and found that there were eleven letters in total, most of them very beautiful.

"You're right. I can't let others think I'm unsociable." Abel said with a smile.

"Oh, you figured it out?" David was a little surprised.

This situation has happened many times before.

Many people sent invitations, inviting Abel to participate in some social activities.

But Abel didn't go.

Each time, Abel let David handle it himself.

What to deal with?

Handle invitations to various banquets issued to Abel or Smith Capital.

Most of these invitations came from the upper echelons of New York.

There are many invitations from Wall Street.

There were also invitations from other wealthy people in New York, and even some banquet invitations from New York politicians.

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

This is true for ordinary people, and it is the same for upper-class people.

Compared with ordinary people, the upper class of European and American people even love to hold parties and various banquets.

This custom has been around since Roman times.

After Germany and Angsa ruled the European continent together, they carried forward this habit of Rome.

On the American continent, the current mainstream is basically the descendants of Germanic and Angsa.

Moreover, there is also a policy of entertaining people to death.

Under the guidance from above, ordinary people love to hold parties more.

It is reflected in the upper class society, that is, there are countless banquets, gatherings, and parties.

If a rich man is willing, he can even attend other people's banquets every night, thirty days a month.

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

When Abel first came to New York, no one cared about him.

He also lived in seclusion, so there was no invitation to such a banquet.

But by the end of last year, he had become a billionaire because of his many magical foreign exchange transactions.

He was still on Wall Street and had a certain reputation.

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

One after another, people sent him invitations to various banquets and social events.

Wait until this year's Nasdaq incident and Smith Capital is officially established.

The number of such invitations suddenly increased several times.

But before this, he had never participated in an invitation from these people.

At most, David was asked to attend several charity banquets invited by Smith Capital Charities or banquets from the New York City government on his behalf.

David Mellon is a little numb to this.

Some even don't understand why Abel dislikes attending these banquets so much.

Is it social phobia?

David doesn't think so, because he doesn't have the social phobia to dare to express his feelings to a strange girl in public.

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

I didn’t expect that today,

Abel would actually say such things to him.

David was very surprised.

"Don't look at me like that." Abel randomly picked out one of the eleven invitation letters in David's hand.

"The reason why I didn't participate before was because I felt that the time and conditions were not suitable yet."

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

"I will continue to participate in these social events in the future."

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

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

David also came over, curious about who could be so lucky and get his boss's "first time".

"Invitation from the Hilton family." David looked at it and said softly: "The invitation is from you. The reason for the invitation is to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the opening of the Hilton Hotel in Midtown Manhattan."

Abel couldn't help but shook his head and complained to his friend:

"I always feel that these old money can hold a banquet if you fart."

"That's not a good idea, man."

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

"The banquet itself is actually not important. What is important is the social activities during the banquet. This is the most important thing."

He said earnestly: "This can help you make more friends.

You can’t just know a few NYPDs and me, but not all the other New York rich people, right?”

"What you said makes sense." Abel nodded, "Then just join."

"Where are these?" David Mellon raised the other ten invitations in his hand.

"I will try my best to participate in some useful ones. But there are so many, I can't possibly participate in them all, right? It wouldn't be enough to split me in half," Abel said.

"That's true. Let's go to Hilton first. But don't you take a look at these?" David said.

"Have you looked at it for me?"

"Yes." David said honestly.

"Is there anything particularly important that if I don't participate, I or the company will go bankrupt?"

"That's not the case."

"That's right." Abel snapped his fingers and said, "That's right, it's not very important.

There will be a very important banquet in the future, even if it's just what you think.

Pick them out again and let me participate."

"Okay." David Mellon was convinced.

It's exactly what Abel said.

When an American's status reaches a certain level.

Then every day, he would receive numerous invitations to banquets or similar social events.

If every one of this person participated, it would not be enough to split him into a dozen.

"Then August 20th, the day after tomorrow. Let's have a banquet at the Hilton Hotel." David said.

"I will also accompany you then, because I also received this invitation letter."

"Thanks, man." Abel said with a smile.

He knew that at least half of the reason why David chose to go with him was because he was worried about offending others.
To be continued...