2000, August 20.

Evening, midtown Manhattan, Hilton Hotel downtown.

There is a story behind this hotel.

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

This hotel is less than ten minutes' walk from Central Park.

It takes about the same amount of time to walk from Wall Street to the Midtown Hilton Hotel.

The hotel’s location, service, brand, or other facilities.

They are all very grand and top-notch, not inferior to other Hilton hotels.

But this Hilton hotel only has a four-star rating.

The reason for this is said to be because when this hotel first opened 40 years ago.

It was also a five-star hotel at first, but after only one year, it was abruptly downgraded to a four-star rating due to complaints from customers.

The then thirty-three-year-old Barron Hilton, the shameful son of the founder of Hilton Hotels.

This second generation, who has become the company's vice president, is fully involved in the rectification of the Midtown Hilton Hotel.

After half a year of rectification, the hotel's star rating returned to five stars.

But Barron Hilton rejected the upgrade, saying: "I don't want it to become a five-star hotel. I want it to remain a four-star hotel as an example for all Hilton hotel managers!"

This is the Hilton Hotel located in the center of Manhattan, so close to Central Park.

It has always been a four-star hotel, very different from other Hiltons.

Abel didn't know if this was true.

Anyway, this is what the media here in the United States reported.

It has nothing to do with him anyway.

On this day, he asked the driver to take him to the downstairs of the building where the Hilton Hotel in Midtown was located.

He took the invitation letter, followed Edward and Lincoln behind him, and entered the building.

In the lobby on the first floor of the building, the lobby manager of the Hilton Hotel was already waiting with a group of solemnly dressed waiters.

After handing in the invitation letter, you can go up smoothly.

But he could only take one person with him, so Lincoln was left behind.

Edward, the white face, went up with him.

Take the elevator straight to the eleventh floor and walk into the magnificent golden banquet hall of Hilton Hotel.

The entourage was not allowed to enter, and Edward, the white man, could only rest in the rest room specially arranged for him.

The main hall is a floor of about a thousand square meters, with several rows of rectangular buffet tables arranged in an orderly manner.

Neatly dressed waiters were shuttled back and forth, preparing high-end red or foreign wines for the guests.

The host and initiator of today’s banquet, and Hilton’s current leader, Barron Hilton.

This gray-haired old man was surrounded by many people, surrounded by them like stars holding the moon.

Abel was not familiar with the other party, and there were so many people.

I glanced at him from a distance but showed no intention of going up to say hello immediately.

At this time, no one at the scene noticed him.

He walked to the sofa in the corner and sat down alone, got a glass of red wine from the waiter, and drank it quietly.

"Huh? That should be Paris Hilton, right?"

But it was he who discovered a beautiful blond girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old who was following Barron Hilton.

At this time, Paris Heard had not yet begun her promiscuous career.

At this moment, I am following my grandfather Barron Hilton, dressed in a standard rich girl's attire.

She looks very well-behaved, like a good girl.

Paris Hilton, who has not been weathered and has not yet started to be wild, still looks very tender and delicious.

"You are here~I found you."

At this time, a familiar voice sounded next to him.

Abel turned his head and looked over and saw David Mellon walking over with a smile on his face, holding a wine glass.

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

"Who can blame you? Many people have invited you to the banquet since last year, but you didn't attend any of them."

David Mellon said: “How can you have friends if you don’t socialize?”

"Okay. What you said makes sense.

So now I’m here to participate.”

Abel smiled and raised his red wine glass and knocked it lightly with David.

"You don't know." After the toast, David sat next to him and whispered to him:

"Actually, you are very attractive. I heard that many people came here tonight because of you.

Look...here, there's one over there. He's coming over."

Abel turned his head and looked in the direction David said.

He saw a tall, fat, blond, old white man walking in a hurry, walking towards this side with a red wine glass in his hand.

There is only one sofa here, and the opponent's target is obviously him or David Mellon.

"D. Ted Lerner, real estate businessman, television businessman. A nouveau riche who is good at showing off, went bankrupt many times, but still got back on his feet."

"But this is just his appearance. He has a very good father and grandfather. It was his father who helped him get out of bankruptcy many times."

"This person has a big mouth and likes to talk nonsense on TV. Please be careful."

Just as David finished speaking to him in a low voice, Ted Lerner was already in a hurry and walked up to the two of them.

He said loudly: "Hey, two handsome gentlemen. Is there anyone sitting here? Can I sit here?"

He pointed to the empty seat on the sofa next to Abel and David.

David Mellon smiled: "Oh, dear Lerner. I know that even if I say you can't sit, you will still sit down. So... of course there is no one to sit on, so please do as you please."

"Hahaha~ David, you really know me best!!" Lerner said with a loud laugh.

David shrugged and gave Abel a look that seemed to say, "Am I right?"

Abel smiled back, he had also heard of this businessman.

He doesn't have a lot of money, but he has a lot of fame.

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

So even though his family has been wealthy for decades, he is already the third generation.

However, he is still not very accepted by the American wealthy class and is outside the wealthy system in New York.

Abel smiled and took the initiative to reach out to Ted Lerner, "Hello, Mr. D. Ted Lerner, I am Abel Smith. Nice to meet you."

This move of his

David Mellon, who was familiar with him, was stunned for a moment.

Ted was also stunned for a moment.

The former knew that Abel seemed easy-going on the outside, but in fact he was very arrogant on the inside.

I rarely take the initiative to smile and extend my hands to others, and I also take the initiative to introduce myself.

Ted, an old New Yorker, had long heard of The Wolf of Wall Street's reputation as a cold-blooded character.

It is said that this young financial genius has a very cold personality.

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

There is almost no social interaction, and I almost never attend banquets or invitations to other rich or famous people.

Except for having a good relationship with David of the Mellon family, my relationship with everyone else is very ordinary.

As David Mellon approached here just now, many New Yorkers present noticed Abel's arrival.

They were all surprised and speculating.

I wonder why this gentleman appears here.

But D. Ted Lerner is different.

He is extremely dynamic and courageous.

Without thinking, I walked over and wanted to get to know this upstart Wall Street guy.

Ted himself was prepared to be rejected.

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

Before Ted could speak first, Abel had already spoken.

Not at all the coldness of the legendary Wolf of Wall Street.

Ted and David were in a daze.

A delicate voice appeared behind the tall, muscular and fat D. Ted Lerner.

"Father, why did you come here? Oh~ It's Mr. Mellon, ah, and this gentleman, hello."

A blond girl with model height and a smile.
Chapter completed!