America's Road to Wealth

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.

"Huh~~"

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 strength.

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.

"Huh~~"

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. 1 on Huangdian 13th 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.

"Huh~"

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 $100,000."

"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.

The net worth of each of these people is calculated in the unit of "Billions".

Otherwise, it would be unaffordable to fly helicopters to and from these top Manhattan helipads.

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

In Manhattan, a city with many high-rise buildings, the Simpson Building is very ordinary.

It is 61 stories tall, with a floor area of ​​about 15,000 square feet per floor.

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

This was previously an office shared by the New York Observer weekly newspaper and another company.

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

But just yesterday, another newspaper also settled here.

It shares this floor with the New York Observer, a newspaper called the New York Sun.

This is a very early newspaper.

Published on September 3, 1833, Benjamin Day was the founder and editor-in-chief, and its motto was: "Lighting up all men."

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

This newspaper was the first commercial newspaper in the United States founded on commercial principles and 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 a hundred years of development since its establishment.

It was once glorious and fell in the middle, and then it was glorious again and then 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 was renamed "The New York Sun".

But at this time, basically this newspaper has nothing but its name.

There is no actual connection with the original New York Sun.

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

Currently in New York City, daily sales are around 30,000-40,000 copies.

Counting sales throughout New York State, daily sales can reach almost 90,000-100,000 copies.

Its boss quoted a price of US$18 million, which is considered a relatively cheap price.

Because behind it, there are liabilities of nearly 10 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 floor, they also share the same boss.

This boss is, of course, Abel Smith.

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

The editors-in-chief and relevant managers of the two newspapers were already standing at the elevator door.

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

When the elevator door opened, the first thing Abel saw was Melio.

"Good morning, BOSS." Melio, a middle-aged, chubby white man, greeted the boss with a warm smile immediately after seeing him.

"Good morning, Melio." I saw this fat employee with a friendly face.

Abel responded with a smile.

If we talk about David Mellon, he is Abel's powerful right arm in New York.

Then 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 in terms of the head-to-head knowledge of New York, there are also all kinds of inexplicable connections.

Melio is better.

That's why Abel renovated the company's new headquarters, and also did the preliminary financial accounting and other chores after purchasing the newspaper.

Leave it all to him, and Melio has done it all well.

This satisfied Abel.

Under Melio's welcome, the management and important personnel of the "New York Observer" and "New York Sun" who were in a somewhat uneasy mood 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 Louis, editor-in-chief of The New York Sun."

".This is Alex, from the New York Observer."

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Confidently, Melio introduced about ten or so major figures from the two newspapers to Abel.

Melio did not introduce other important figures in the newspaper.

Abel didn't bother to ask.

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

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

The reception hall is still being renovated, but is large enough to accommodate management-level staff from both newspapers.

At this moment, more than twenty of the most important managers, editors and staff of both newspapers.

They were all in the hall, standing with their heads raised, looking at their common boss.

This kind of scene was just a small scene to Abel.

Before time travel, he was in high school and college.

But they are all the kind who dare to speak on stage in front of thousands of classmates.

What's more, after rebirth, he has a net worth of hundreds of millions to support him.

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

After looking at everyone, Abel said directly:

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

“But I now have the two best tools a publisher can have: great staff and the curiosity needed to think outside the box.”

“Plus, I have capabilities 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."

At this point, he changed the subject and his smiling expression turned cold.

"You guys failed so badly with the New York Sun and the New York Observer."

"I have your data.

Data shows that the New York Sun can only break even every month without making any profit.

The New York Observer was even more unsuccessful, losing $200,000 to $300,000 a month. "

"These two statistics, let alone New York. Even if you put them in newspapers across the country, you are still a loser."

His merciless words that exposed these people's shortcomings made the smiles of everyone who were originally smiling become even more embarrassing.

Abel is the boss again. At this time, they really don’t even laugh or don’t laugh.

Facing these employees, Abel was too lazy to be verbose and continued directly:

"Starting today, the New York Sun and the New York Observer are directly owned by [AB Smith Newspapers]."

"Then I will inject $50 million into AB Smith Newspapers."

"This $50 million is the fund for the New York Sun and the New York Observer to re-emerge, and it is also your opportunity."

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

"It's that simple."

"Now."

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

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

A room that was enlarged and renovated using the original luxurious office of Arthur Carter, the boss of the New York Observer.

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

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 editors-in-chief who had a somewhat reserved expression after they walked in.

Abel said expressionlessly:

"Let the two of you come in, mainly to explain the direction of the newspaper next."

"Well, Dylan, tell me first. What do you think the New York Observer should do next," Abel said.

Dylan is an old white man in his fifties, and so is Louis.

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

Naturally, more white people are able to reach high positions.

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

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

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

It is a more serious and positive weekly.

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

But in the past, it was too focused on news from New York and the East Coast.

I am relatively indifferent to news from the United States and the world.

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

The reason why it cannot develop is related to its focus on New York.

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