America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 28 Hilton's Invitation

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, good guy, it's a big stack of invitation cards, invitation letters and the like.

David handed him these things, and said:
"Hey, I collected another bunch of these things.

Then again, man, you can't keep going like this.

This will make us seem particularly out of place.

You know, on Wall Street, gregariousness is more important than anything else! "

Abel took it casually and looked down. These invitations were all exquisite.

There was even some gold wire engraved in radium on one of them.

Under the light, the gold thread is shining brightly, full of aristocratic atmosphere.

He counted a little, there are eleven letters here, and most of them are exquisite.

"You're right. I can't make people think I'm out of place." Abe said with a smile.

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

This has happened many times before.

That is, many people sent invitation letters, inviting Abel to participate in some social activities.

But Abel didn't go.

Each time, Abel let David handle it himself.

deal with what?
Handle invitations to various banquets for Abel, or for Smith Capital.

Most of these invitations come 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 political figures.

As we all know, Europeans and Americans love to have parties.

This is true of the common people, as well as of the upper classes.

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

This habit has existed since Roman times.

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

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

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

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

It is reflected in the upper class, that is, all kinds of banquets, gatherings, and parties, there are simply countless.

If a rich man is willing, he can even go to other people's banquets every night for 30 days a month.

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

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

He also lives in seclusion, so there is no such banquet invitation.

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

Still on Wall Street, he had a certain reputation.

At that time, many "friends" found him.

One after another, people sent invitation letters to him for various banquets and social interactions.

After the Nasdaq event this year, Smith Capital was officially established.

The number of such invitations suddenly doubled several times.

It's just that before this, he had never participated in an invitation from these people.

The most is to let David, instead of him, attend several charity banquets that have invited Smith Capital Charity, or banquets from the New York City Council.

David Mellon is a little numb to this.

I even didn't understand why Abel didn't like attending these banquets so much.

Is it social phobia?
David didn't think so, because he didn't have social phobia and dared to confess his love to a strange girl in full view.

And David's boss, dear Mr. Abel Smith, this guy dares!
I didn't expect today,
Abel would say such a thing to him.

David was very surprised by this.

"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 in the past. It's just that I don't think the time and conditions are suitable."

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

"In the future, I will continue to participate in these social activities."

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

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

David leaned over too, wondering who would be so lucky to get his boss' "first".

"Invitation from the Hilton family." David looked at it and said softly, "You are the one who invited me. The reason for the invitation is to celebrate the [-]th anniversary of the opening of the Hilton Hotel in Midtown Manhattan."

Abel couldn't help shaking his head, and complained to his friend:
"I always feel that these old money can hold a banquet even if you fart."

"You can't think like that, man."

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

"The banquet itself is not really important. What is important is the social activities while attending the banquet, which is the most important thing."

He said earnestly: "This will allow you to meet more friends.

You can't know none of the rich New Yorkers except some NYPD and me, right? "

"You're right." Abel nodded, "Then join in."

"What about these?" David Mellon raised the other ten invitation letters in his hand.

"I will try to participate in some useful ones. But there are so many, I can't participate in all of them, right? It's not enough to split me in half." Abel said.

"That's true. Then it's better to join Hilton first. But don't you want to read these?" David said.

"Did you read it for me?"

"Yes." David said honestly.

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

"That's not the case."

"That's right." Abel snapped his fingers, "snap", "Whether that's important or not.

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

Then pick it out and let me go. "

"Okay." David Mellon was persuaded.

Exactly as Abel said.

When an American's status reaches a certain level.

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

If everyone of this person went to participate, it would not be enough to split him into a dozen.

"Then August [-]th, the day after tomorrow. The banquet at the Hilton Hotel." David said.

"I will go with you at that time, because I also received this invitation letter."

"Thanks, buddy," Abe 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 that he would offend others.

Or being bullied at a party yourself.

Because since I came to New York, these social activities held by these upper-class figures in New York.

He really didn't participate once.

Before that, he was just a senior redneck family from Texas.

When I was in Texas, I never participated in a similar banquet of the upper class.

It would be much better if there was someone who led the door.

David is willing to be such a leader.

"It's a happy decision. Alright. You deal with it, and then get off work too.

Nothing to do tomorrow, just take a break.

Anyway, the normal operation of the company, Melio will take care of it. "

Abel said to David.

Merio is the deputy general manager of the company.

Compared with the general manager David, Merio is similar to the existence of the logistics manager.

Merio will not be in charge of investment matters, his responsibility is the whole company, everything except investment.

"Okay." David responded, and he really needed to take a good rest.

At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded in Abel's pocket.

"The phone is ringing." David reminded.

Abel nodded and took out his small Nokia phone.

I looked at the caller ID above and found that the calling number was my home phone.

He didn't shy away from David, so he got through.

"Hello? Mom? Or
dad? "

(End of this chapter)