End of lunch with two Michaels.

Abel plans to go to the company.

Anne needs to prepare for her audition for The Princess Diaries.

Then they dispersed.

Maybach 62s was driving on the crowded streets of Manhattan at noon, and Abel kept looking out the window.

At this time, the car happened to pass between two skyscrapers.

His sight passed through the gap between the two buildings.

I saw behind the building, two square and beautiful high-rise commercial buildings that looked almost exactly the same.

This made his expression startled, and then goosebumps rose up.

fxxk!

I almost forgot about this.

Aren't those twins?

Are they still there?

By the way, it's still the year 2000.

There is still more than a year left until September 11th next year.

but....

Be prepared for a rainy day, it won't be because of your own rebirth.

Butterfly effect, if Aden makes trouble in advance.

Wouldn't that be the end?

Regarding this disaster,

There are too many insider stories and conspiracy theories.

However, there is a high probability that it will happen.

Even if it doesn't happen on September 11, it will happen at some other time.

so....

Abel's expression turned serious.

He was thinking about whether he could stay in Manhattan for the next period of time.

Don’t look at parallel time and space,

The unlucky ones are Gemini.

But that was most likely a target chosen at random by Arden, the guy who flew the plane.

If you are Arden, I will not choose Gemini when the time comes.

Instead, he chose some other building, such as the Woolworth Building or something.

That would be haha.

It is not impossible, and the risks in this regard must be considered.

therefore....

Until that happens, it's better to spend as little time in Manhattan as possible.

Thinking like this, he didn't even want to go to the company.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone and dialed Jones' number.

Not Katherine Jones, the gorgeous stewardess.

Speaking of which, this beautiful stewardess has not come to see me yet.

The Jones he was looking for was Jones from Express Company.

David Jones, head of senior customer services at American Express, New York.

After the call was dialed, it was answered almost instantly.

"Hello, dear Mr. Smith. Your personal service manager, David, would like to send you greetings."

His tone was neither condescending nor overbearing, and the content of his speech was normal.

But it sounds like a breath of fresh air, and you are worthy of being a service industry person who serves the highest-end guests.

"David, hello."

Abel smiled and said, "Two things."

"Please tell me." On the other side of the phone, David Jones cheered up.

He is not afraid that the rich will ask them to do too much or make things troublesome.

The more things you have to do, the more troublesome and difficult it is to do.

This means that the higher the fees, the higher the revenue of American Express.

The commissions of these service personnel can also be increased similarly.

These people are just afraid that the rich will find them if they have nothing to do.

Or don't want to find them.

That's their real trouble.

"The first thing is to help me find an office space."

"The requirement is that it cannot be on Manhattan Island, but it must be as close to Manhattan as possible."

This is why he is considering relocating the company.

Although working in the Woolworth Building is nice, the main reason is that it is on Wall Street.

But firstly, considering next year's disaster, secondly, the Woolworth Building is getting a bit old.

He had long thought about moving the company. Previously he wanted to move to a newer building.

Just move off Wall Street now.

Wall Street itself is already a code name.

Not all financial capital is located there.

After next year, a large number of companies will choose to move away from Wall Street.

After 2010, the geographical concept of Wall Street was almost nothing more than an empty shell.

After saying the first request, he started to say the second request.

"The second thing is to help me find some villas, the kind that look like manor houses. They don't have to be too close to Manhattan, but they're not too far either."

He discovered this suddenly.

All of my properties seem to be in Manhattan.

Not to mention the two golden rooms used to hide the beauty.

There are several other properties that are being prepared or used for investment purposes, a total of five properties, all in Manhattan.

He has been living in Manhattan for a long time and currently has no real estate elsewhere.

This is incredible for an American billionaire.

It can only be said that his rise is still short-lived and his foundation in this aspect is insufficient.

Considering the last two years, all of Manhattan may be at risk.

Then live farther away, or just buy a few more properties to live in.

David Jones, who was opposite, waited for Abel to finish speaking and paused for more than three seconds.

David responded: "No problem, when do you have time to go see it?"

"It's available now."

"Okay. It will be ready for you in an hour at the latest. Are you free?"

"have."

An hour later, a Bell 427 helicopter took off from Manhattan and flew east.

After crossing Brooklyn and Queens, the helicopter landed on the tarmac of an oceanfront estate in Royal Point, New York.

As soon as the plane stopped, David Jones got off first.

After coming down, he bent slightly and reached out to pick up Abel.

Abel jumped down easily, left the range of the plane's propellers, and looked at the huge garden in front of him.

Outside the garden, there is the beach and the blue sea under the sun.
To be continued...