America's Road to Wealth

In addition to several dukes, there was another "acquaintance" of Abel.

It was William Butt whom Abel met on the cruise ship when he first came to England and took a night cruise on the Thames.

and the fat man's father, the Marquis Edward Bute.

The Bute family is a marquis family in the UK. They are called the most merchant-like aristocrats and the most aristocratic businessmen in the UK.

The family is the largest shareholder of British Coal and one of the largest shareholders of BP.

This family also produced British Prime Ministers and was once very prominent in Britain.

In today's era where capital is king.

Bute, who was particularly good at business, lived better than other dukes whose status was more precious.

When a large number of British nobles could not afford the huge repair costs of ancient castles.

The wealthy Marquis Bute, at least, has no worries in this regard.

In terms of influence, the current Bute family is even much larger than the richest man, the Duke of Westminster.

The reason why the Duke of Westminster became the richest man in the UK.

Not Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor's properties, nor his outstanding business talents.

But the Duke of Westminster has a large amount of land passed down from his ancestors, and the location is generally very good.

As the Duke of Westminster with a fiefdom in London, this family owns the most private land in the UK except Windsor.

The family owns a quarter of the land in London, 15,000 acres in England, 100,000 acres in Scotland, and numerous properties in the United States, Australia, and Canada.

There is a saying that the queen is a tenant of his house.

Because half of the land in London belongs to his family, and some of the royal family's villas rent their land.

The value of these lands, and the real estate he developed specifically for them, made the Duke of Westminster the richest man in Britain.

But in a country with established capital like the UK, real estate developers, like those in the United States, are somewhat unable to get on the stage.

In terms of influence on the entire UK, the Duke of Westminster cannot compare to the Marquess of Bute.

This can be seen from the fact that all the people present are Dukes, but Edward, a Marquis, can be among them.

After talking for a while with this group of old and young people from the British Noble Alliance, it seems that the situation is about the same, and the goal has basically been achieved.

Abel quickly found an excuse and took advantage of the situation to leave.

The nobles gathered around Prince William and fell into a brief silence as they watched Abel leave.

A few seconds later, George Cavendish, the Duke of Devonshire and the patriarch of the Cavendish family, suddenly spoke:

"If it had been 100 years ago, even if Morgan and Rockefeller were alive, they would have surrounded Edward VIII throughout the whole process. No matter how hard they tried, they could not be driven away."

His Excellency the Duke's words stunned everyone present.

William Bute reacted with no expression on his face, but he was laughing secretly in his heart.

Do these old guys think this is the period when the sun never sets on the Great Yin Empire?

Yes, in that glorious era. Any American businessman would be in a very humble position when meeting any British aristocrat.

But that era has passed after all, and now is the era of Americans.

It was the age of businessmen and capitalists.

The old guys still remember the glory of the past and are reluctant to embrace the new world.

This is going to be a big loss!

Unlike Bute, we have been undergoing transformation from the very beginning.

Oh, look.

As time continues to pass, neither Westminster nor Devon can compare to us Bute!

In fact, there is no need to wait for the future. There are already too many nobles who cannot compare to Bute.

Prince William also knew what the Duke of Devonshire meant. This was the old guy's emotion.

After all, he was a young man and had been suppressed by his grandmother and father since childhood. Wei Lian didn't think too much about it.

"He won't have much interaction with us." Prince William smiled: "So there is no need for this. Everyone, let's continue to live our lives."

After leaving Kensington Palace and sitting in the Cadillac Monster, Abel felt much more at ease.

"Go back to Strawberry Hill."

Abel is now in London, mainly living at Strawberry Hill or 1 Kensington Palace Garden Street.

The former is the first Gothic classical castle manor in the world.

The latter occupies a smaller area and is already a Victorian post-colonial style manor villa.

Therefore, the latter is already very modern and is actually more comfortable to live in.

But because of Sophie Marceau and the others, they all live at Strawberry Hill Villa now.

Abel, who wanted to play "Downton Abbey" cosplay again, naturally went to Strawberry Hill Villa.

Having said that, he hadn't stayed at Strawberry Hill Villa for two days, and he was a little greedy for the Spanish national treasure and the mouth of France.

What surprised Abel was when he returned to Strawberry Hill Villa.

In addition to Sophie Marceau and the other three, there were also some other women in Strawberry Hill Villa.

"We are having a party." Sophie Marceau said.

"You're not angry, are you? My dear, I asked the housekeeper and she said you have no prohibitions in this regard, so..."

Penelope looked a little apprehensive.

She doesn't take this for granted like the demented literary lady Sophie.

Strawberry Hill Villa belongs to Abel, and they can live here only because they pay the rent.

Well... using their bodies as rent.

And Penelope knows her position next to Abel very well and knows what is important.

Abel looked at the Spanish national treasure goddess who was looking to please him, and then looked at France.

And in the party hall at Strawberry Hill Villa.

Other slightly uneasy women and female celebrities.

They were all called by Sophie and Penelope to attend the party hosted by Penelope at Strawberry Hill Villa.

Looking at these beautiful women, Abel's face showed a bright smile that Anna Wintour called "Apollo's smile".

"It's okay. Have fun, even I want to join in."

He smiled and said: "I like your party better than the one at Kensington Palace."

"Kensington Palace?" Sophie whispered.

Abel nodded: "I just came from Kensington Palace Garden Street. Prince William and the Duke of Westminster held a banquet there and invited me. I don't like that atmosphere. He’ll be gone in a moment.”

He himself did not like the remnants of the old British aristocratic alliance.

But Abel knew that most women in the world, even little Laura.

On the contrary, they like this tone and the atmosphere of medieval aristocracy.

This is probably related to the woman's strong-willed mentality and the vanity in her genes.

Abel didn't like it, but he didn't mind using this kind of thing as an accelerator to increase his time with pua women.

"Kensington Palace! Prince William, Duke of Westminster!"

Some people sighed with emotion, and Abel also inserted himself in time and joined this small internal salon party where all the women were present, most of whom were delicate and beautiful.

After a while, he learned about the attendees.

Most of them are European actresses like Sophie Marceau and others.

It was Penelope who suggested it, and Sophie Marceau cooperated.

It took them two days to organize an internal party for European actresses.

In Penelope's words, it's "a party for Eurostar."

This means that the dozen or so of them all participated in the Eurostar project launched by Vivendi and Smith Media last year.

They all participated in the planned movies or TV series.

Abel didn't recognize most of the people here.

But there are a few he knows, such as...Monica Bellucci!

The Italian national treasure goddess is standing next to France.

Tonight, Sophie Marceau has pretty short and medium hair, which makes her look more lively and youthful. She is wearing a rose-red dress with a long shawl on her hands. She is exquisite, elegant, and a refreshing spring that heals people's hearts.

And a burgundy satin, off-shoulder, waist-wrapped fishtail dress with a T-shirt, and a simple hairstyle tied into a ponytail, which accentuates the smaller face of Monica Bellucci, represents a man’s attraction to a mate for reproduction. In terms of quality, all expectations were met.

Her charm is not a coquettish one, nor a slut, but an aura that is cold and wrapped in heat, which fascinates any man.

In front of her, when other women mentioned the word "mei charming", they felt reluctant.

After all, Italian women are different from Ansa women. Monica Bellucci, who has Roman genes in her blood, is more similar to a kind of beauty that combines the East and the West.

It also allows her to show a more different beauty at this age.

In addition to Monica Bellucci, who makes Abel jealous, there is another Kelly Brook whom Abel knows.

However, he was able to recognize Kelly Brook mainly because of his super memory and photographic memory after his rebirth.

Before he was reborn, he watched a movie called "Surprise".

The heroine of the movie is Charlize Theron. At that time, she shocked Abel, who was still a young Chinese.

When he saw Charlize himself later, Abel took action decisively.

This is the credit of this movie.

In this movie, Abel was also impressed by the supporting role of Kelly Brook, who was very beautiful when she appeared.

Apart from her aura, she is not even inferior to Charlize on the set.

A group of women looked at Abel while laughing in low tones, and two of them even fired up at him.

Like Abel's hot-eyed Monica Bellucci.

She was now a married woman, but Abel felt that something was wrong with the way she looked at him.

He soon learned that it was not just a perception, but a reality.

Abel took a breath, and pretended to be casual and asked Penelope next to him, "Why do I feel so weird? Penny, you don't have a part-time job besides being an actor...a pimp, right?"

"Bah, how is this possible! I'm not that kind of person!! But my dear, you don't know how attractive you are in our circle!!"

Penelope said quietly.

She didn't mean what she said.

Abel Smith's playboy reputation is now well-known around the world.

Men are envious, jealous, and wish they could replace her.

The women's reactions were somewhat polarized.

Some wish they could be one of the women he falls for. Some take the line of women's rights and accuse him in various ways in the media.

But the latter is probably no different from the former.

If Aber would spend some time with them, most of them would be very happy and immediately transform into the former.

But in the entertainment industry, among the female groups in the entertainment industry, Abel's reputation is overwhelmingly good.

The reason is that this gentleman, for the girls he has dated, does not say that he has raised such a good thing. Even if you don't raise it, you can still get huge benefits from him.

There are so many examples.

Like Anne Hathaway and Jessica Alba, who were little-known in Hollywood in the past.

And Charlize Theron, who disappeared for almost a year and immediately took on a major A-level production when she came back, and so on.

The better they get along, the better off they are.

It is more attractive to other similar women in the circle.

This also made Abel's reputation among them better.

This "good reputation" gradually spread from Hollywood to the world.

And this kind of good reputation is exactly what women in this circle like the most.

Penelope whispered again:

"You don't know, these little girls are looking forward to quitting with you in one month! Not to mention the benefits, as long as it can increase their exposure and let Hollywood report more about them, they are willing to make the greatest sacrifice."

"For us celebrities, fame is the most important thing. Besides, they actually know what will happen when they attend this kind of party. Don't be deceived by their appearance. No matter how innocent the actress looks, as long as she is a celebrity, there is nothing wrong with her. dirty."

"By the way, they all know your rules. They have all undergone physical examinations before coming here, and they are all clean! Don't worry, Happy!"

Penelope said the last word and joked softly with a smile on her face.

Abel looked calm on the surface, but he was a little happy in his heart.

He didn't expect Penelope to be so sensible after sending her sister here.

She also knows how to play this game, and is much more sensible than Liv Tyler!

He looked at these women in front of him. In the past, when he was a young Chinese boy, every one of them was a goddess-level woman who made him admire.

Only now did he realize that they were all in a terrible state.

Of course, this kind of unbearableness would only appear like this in front of a person of his status.

If in front of ordinary people.

They are still the same goddesses as always, as aloof as ever, and as untouchable as ever.

Looks unblasphemous.

After whispering to Penelope, she took Abel's hand and walked toward their group.

"Hey, I brought Abe Smith to you."

"It's up to you next! Don't say I didn't create opportunities for you."

Three women make a show, let alone now there are more than three women.

They are all women who are courageous, dare to give, and know how to show their beauty to men.

At this moment, the eyes of these women looking at Abel were full of aggression and aggression.

It's a bit like the feeling of "Wandashan No. 1", which was captured by humans and thrown into a tiger mountain full of "big sisters" of Siberian tigers.

All female tigresses, he looks like a little male tiger.

From time to time, someone's fingers would pass over her body, and all she could see was a charming face and a large area of ​​looming shadow.

All you can smell is their body fragrance, or various "man-killing" fragrances that are carefully prepared and sprayed on.

The atmosphere gradually became warmer and music was played.

The gentle classical jazz music played just now has been replaced by exciting dance music, which can better mobilize people's inner thoughts and expand various emotions.

Wine was also served, including champagne, red wine, and mixed cocktails.

To be honest, this kind of atmosphere that is more like a nightclub is somewhat inconsistent in a classical Gothic manor castle like Strawberry Hill Villa.

However, the interior of the banquet hall itself is relatively modernly decorated.

In addition, neither Abel nor the European goddesses are thinking about the party itself.

It's about the other person, so it doesn't matter even if it's like a nightclub.

After five or six glasses of wine, most of the strange women became familiar with Abel.

At some point, Abel took Monica Bellucci's hand and disappeared into the banquet hall.

The couple, who looked at each other and had their own thoughts, disappeared into the crowd. There is no need to say more about what will happen next.

When the women saw this scene, they couldn't help but curse in their hearts.

She's an old woman, what's so good about her?

She still has a husband!

Humph, isn’t it just that you are more famous?

At this time, under normal circumstances, many of them should leave.

After all, there is only one man and so many women.

The man has left, what can they do if they stay?

It’s just that Abe Smith’s appeal is too strong.

Even if he is gone, most of them are still reluctant to leave.

I chose to stay.

“Putain de merde!!”

Sophie Marceau couldn't help but curse when she saw the dog man and woman holding hands and sneaking into the nearest guest bedroom.

Penelope came up to Sophie at this time and said to Sophie with a smile:

"Why do I feel that you are jealous? Sophie, haven't you made it clear to me a long time ago what is the relationship between us and him? In this case, is this normal?"

"You look like a pimp now, like an old man." Sophie said, "I just look down on that Italian lady. She has a husband and children."

"What does that matter?" Penelope said unconcernedly:

"It's just a deal. Abel doesn't mind, she doesn't mind. If her husband doesn't mind either, what does it matter?"

Sophie Marceau was a little speechless.

"I won't tell you this anymore. I still have to maintain the atmosphere and order."

Penelope waved her hand. She knew someone's appetite, but she couldn't satisfy it so easily.

A Monica Bellucci, an hour at most.

There are still a lot of main dishes left behind.

She couldn't let these real people run away before he came out.

Sure enough, an hour later.

Wearing only a pair of boxers, Abel came out and rejoined the party.

This made the women, who were a little disappointed, all excited.

The night... is still long.