America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 103 Because I Have Money Ability 810
Long Island, New York,

The bright sunshine in the morning shines on the big Simmons in the bedroom through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

A young man fell asleep on a luxurious Simmons that was big enough for five or six people to lie down on.

and two young women.

In his sleep, the man's face illuminated by sunlight was like the sleeping Apollo in Western mythology.

Not a single blemish could be found on the handsome and exquisite facial features.

Compared with him, there are two very beautiful women next to him.

In comparison, there are some things that are not comparable.

Suddenly, the man's fine eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then, he opened his eyes, and subconsciously raised his hand to block the somewhat harsh sunlight.

"Hu~~"

Abel exhaled lightly and looked at the fallen and broken curtains.

He just remembered,

Had a great time last night.

Playing by the window, it was Carmen Kath screaming and tearing down the wool curtains that sold for over three thousand dollars at Sam's Club.

This led to the loss of curtains this morning.

The sunlight can shine directly into the bedroom, waking up Abel.

Pushing away a sleepy, overworked Gisele Bündchen is the pillow.

Under the pillow is the mobile phone that was randomly stuffed in last night.

Taking out his mobile phone, he squinted his eyes and looked at it. Abel realized that it was only seven o'clock in the morning.

Obviously last night, the three of them played until the second half of the night.

It was about four o'clock before he fell asleep.

But now, only about three hours of sleep.

Abel found that he was already full of energy, and his body was filled with inexhaustible energy.

Excellent physical fitness, very exaggerated appetite.

This is the change that Abel discovered in himself after his rebirth.

This change is as prominent as his "talent" in the financial field.

Reflected in physical fitness, in addition to great strength, there is also excellent resilience and endurance.

In contrast, there are two supermodels with good physical fitness.

Even if there is thunder next to them at this moment, they probably won't be able to wake up.

They are so tired.

"Hu~~"

Exhaling lightly, he sat up from the bed with his mobile phone in hand.

The smell in the nose is full of peculiar smell.

Had a blast last night and got it all over the place.

The taste is naturally great.

I didn't wash it afterward, the smell is normal.

Shaking his head, he walked straight off the big bed in white strips.

Holding the mobile phone, Abel walked out of the room without looking at Gisele Bundchen and Carmen Kath behind him.

Outside the bedroom is a small living room.

When Abel came out.

Joanna, the housekeeper of Villa No. 13 on Huangdian [-]th Road, has brought two maids, standing at the door with breakfast and clothes respectively.

Joanna's eyes glanced at the BOSS's toned figure.

Then she lowered her eyelids to half-look at an ornament with a mirror on Abel's left.

"Sir, do you want to have breakfast first, or wash and change first?" Joanna said.

Compared to Joanna, behind her are two young maids who are not bad in appearance.

The eyes are going to be much more direct, and the eyes that look at Abel are even provocative.

As if to say - "We are not much worse than the other two, right?"

And through the reflection of the small decorative mirror, Joanna saw the eyes of the two maids.

In her heart, the housekeeper put these two maids on her training list.

It's okay to be ambitious, but not to be disqualified in service.

Unless the owner needs it.

Otherwise, it is a violation of the maid's code.

This is Joanna's request to the personal maid of the master under her management.

"Wash and dress first, I'll take a shower first."

Abel said: "The bathroom in the bedroom is a bit messy and bad. It can only be washed outside."

"Okay, do you want to wash in the swimming pool, or take a bath?" Joanna said again.

"Let's take a bath."

ten minutes later.

In another room of the manor, in a bathroom with an area of ​​at least forty square meters.

Abel was lying in the bathtub, next to two young and beautiful maids.

Two young and beautiful maids, one was scrubbing his body while the other was feeding him with breakfast.

He took a sip of soy milk and asked the maid to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"Whoo~"

Abel let out a breath.

This wonderful and joyful life of a capitalist is really hard to get tired of.

Although it is boring and tedious, it makes people enjoy it.

"Joanna, write a check to the two ladies later."

Abel spoke.

"Understood, sir, what number should be filled in?"

"Well, I don't have anything special to say in the future. Just write all $[-]."

"clear."

That's it, half an hour later.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Abel was in good spirits, dressed in a suit, and boarded a helicopter to Manhattan.

After half an hour of flight time, the helicopter landed on the tarmac on the top floor of the Simpson Building in Manhattan.

Similar aprons exist on the top floors of many buildings in Manhattan.

This is because in Manhattan, many people commute by helicopter every day.

Most of these people live on Long Island.

Some farther away, even living in New Jersey.

Of course.

For these people, the net worth of each of them is calculated in the unit of "Billions".

Otherwise, it would not be affordable to fly a helicopter to and from these Manhattan penthouses.

This time the Abel helicopter landed in a building named Simpson Building.

In Manhattan, where there are many tall buildings, the Simpson Building is very ordinary.

It is 61 stories high, and each floor has a floor area of ​​about [-] square feet.

After Abel got off the tarmac on the top floor of the Simpson Building, he went straight to the 43rd floor of the building.

It used to be an office shared by the New York Observer weekly with another company.

That company quit the lease last month, and only the New York Observer rented it a week ago.

But just yesterday, another newspaper also entered here.

Shares this floor with The New York Observer, which is called The New York Sun.

This is a newspaper with a very early establishment.

Published September 1833, 9, with Benjamin Day as founder and editor-in-chief, and its slogan: "Shine to all."

This is also the origin of the newspaper's name.

This newspaper is the first commercial newspaper in the United States founded on commercial principles, and it is also the first "penny newspaper".

That is, the selling price is one cent or one penny, so it is called "penny newspaper".

The "New York Sun" has experienced more than 100 years of development since its establishment.

In the middle, it was brilliant, it was fallen, and then it was brilliant again, and then it fell again.

The experience of this newspaper can be said to be the abbreviated history of the entire American newspaper industry.

It changed its name for a while, and finally in 1996, it changed back to "The New York Sun".

But at this time, basically the newspaper except for the name.

It has no actual connection with the original "New York Sun".

The re-launched "New York Sun" has worked hard for several years.

Currently in New York City, the daily sales volume is around 3-4 copies.

Counting the sales in the entire New York State, the daily sales can reach almost 9 to 10 copies.

Its boss quoted 800 million US dollars, which is a relatively cheap price.

Because behind it, there are liabilities close to 1000 million US dollars.

Now, there are two newspapers, the New York Sun and the New York Observer.

Not only do they share the same office building, they also share the same boss.

The boss, of course, is Abel Smith.

Abel arrived at the 43rd floor of the Simpson Building and stepped out of the elevator.

The editor-in-chiefs of the two newspapers, and related managers, were already standing at the elevator door.

Merio, the deputy general manager of Smith Capital, stood in front of everyone.

After the elevator door opened, the first thing Abel saw was Merio.

"Good morning, Boss." The middle-aged and elderly white man, the chubby Melio greeted the boss with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Merio." Seeing this fat, kind-hearted employee.

Abel smiled back.

If David Mellon is Abel's powerful right arm in New York.

Then this guy, Melio, is his indispensable left arm in New York.

In terms of investment and high-end connections, Melio is not as good as David, who was born in Mellon.

But when it comes to talking about New York, there are also various inexplicable connections.

Merio was better.

That's why Abel will decorate the company's new headquarters, as well as the financial accounting and other chores in the early stage after purchasing the newspaper.

Everything was handed over to him, and Merio had done it all very well.

This pleased Abel.

Welcomed by Meriot, the management and important personnel of the "New York Observer" and "New York Sun" expressed their welcome to the boss.

Melio also introduced the identities of these people to Abel.

"...this is Dylan, editor-in-chief of the New York Observer."

"...this is Lewis, editor-in-chief of the New York Sun."

"...this is Alex, the New York Observer."

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Eloquently, Merio introduced about ten main characters of the two newspapers to Abel.

Other important figures in the newspaper were not introduced by Meriot.

Abel didn't bother to ask.

After the introduction and handshake, everyone walked into the company.

Since they belong to the same boss, the two newspapers have opened up their respective front desks to form a relatively large reception hall.

The reception hall was still being renovated, but it was large enough to accommodate the management-level staff of both newspapers.

At this moment, there are more than 20 most important managers, editors and employees of the two newspapers.

All in the lobby, standing with their heads up, looking at their common boss.

This kind of scene is just a small scene for Abel.

Before crossing, he was in high school and college.

But they were the ones who dared to speak on stage in front of tens of thousands of classmates.

What's more, after rebirth, there are hundreds of millions of net worth as support.

Even if he were to go to the White House to speak now, he would have no pressure.

After looking at the crowd, Abel spoke directly:

"As a 20-year-old young man, I have no relevant experience in the publishing industry."

"But I now have two of the best tools a publisher can have: great people and the curiosity to break the mold."

"Plus, I have abilities that other publishers don't have."

"If you want to ask what kind of ability it is."

"I'll tell you, it's money ability."

"but."

Having said that, he changed the subject and his smiling expression turned cold.

"You guys before managed the New York Sun and the New York Observer too badly."

"I have your data on hand.

The data shows that the "New York Sun" can only maintain a balance of payments every month, without any surplus.

The "New York Observer" failed even more, with a monthly loss of 20-30 US dollars. "

"These two data, let alone New York. Even if they are published in national newspapers, you are also losers."

His merciless words, exposing these people's short words, made the smiles of the people who were smiling even more embarrassing.

Abel is the boss again, and at this time they really are not laughing, and they are not laughing.

Facing these employees, Abel didn't bother to talk, and continued directly:
"Starting today, the New York Sun and the New York Observer are directly owned by [AB Smith Newspapers] company."

"Then I'll put $5000 million into AB Smith Newspapers."

"This $5000 million is the fund for the resurgence of the New York Sun and the New York Observer, and it is also your opportunity."

"Whether you can seize the opportunity is up to you. But remember, my company does not accept losers."

"It's as simple as that."

"Now."

Abel looked at Merio, and he said to the latter: "Let the editors-in-chief of the two newspapers meet me together. By the way, where is my office?"

Melio quickly took Abel to the chairman's office that had been prepared for him long ago.

A room remodeled from the luxurious office of former New York Observer boss Arthur Carter.

In this office, Abel saw Louis and Dylan who had just shook hands once.

The former is the editor-in-chief of the New York Sun and the latter is the editor-in-chief of the New York Observer.

Looking at the two chief editors who walked in, their expressions were a little stiff.

Abel said blankly:
"Let the two come in, mainly to explain the direction of the next newspaper."

"Well, Dylan, let's talk first. What do you think the New York Observer should do next," Abel said.

Dylan was an old white guy in his 50s, and so was Louis.

Now in 2000, zzzq was not that serious, and it was a place like New York.

Those who can reach high positions are naturally more white.

Dylan was a little cautious, and the editor-in-chief whispered:

"I think that the next "New York Observer" should still focus on the original route."

The New York Observer, a weekly magazine, has always focused on real estate, economy, and politics.

It is a more serious and positive weekly magazine.

This is why it is recognized by many New York elites and is a must-see every issue.

It's just that in the past, it focused too much on news from New York and the East Coast.

Relatively indifferent to news in the United States and the world.

But this is also where its value lies. There is nothing wrong with its serious, positive, and social orientation.

The reason why it can't develop is related to only focusing on New York.

It is also related to the lack of strength of the original boss, Arthur Carter.

(End of this chapter)