America's Road to Wealth

Sophie walked out of the big living room door and saw Doni, Abel's female bodyguard captain, who was ordered to guard here.

Sophie knew her, so she said:

"Ma'am, where is Abel Smith? I have something to ask him about."

Looking at Sophie, who was wearing a nightgown, had a graceful figure, and was extremely attractive to men.

Doni thought to herself that you have something to do with your boss.

Are you looking for...?

But the boss had told Tony that Strawberry Hill Villa would be his playground when he was in England.

As long as he was at Strawberry Hill Villa, there was nothing particularly urgent.

Then if his strawberry girls want to find him, he can take them there.

"The BOSS is in the indoor swimming pool on the west side." Duoni said.

"Thanks."

Sophie thanked her and walked out. She was not afraid of being exposed in her nightgown.

Because she knew that someone had already replaced all the bodyguards and servants in Strawberry Villa with women.

Only the outermost and most important places are where the male bodyguards hold their hands.

Inside Strawberry Hill Villa, they are now wearing nightgowns.

Even if you don't wear it, you won't be seen by men.

Oh, it's not impossible.

After all, there is still a man here.

And Sophie is now going to find the only man in Strawberry Hill Villa.

Passing through beautiful, historic corridors and several small halls with a Victorian style and a strong Gothic architectural atmosphere.

Then go around two small lawns and the beautiful fountain pool in the lawn.

Sophie finally met Abel Smith on the west side of Strawberry Hill Villa, in the indoor swimming pool that had been modernly renovated and used many modern technologies.

When she came over, Abel was on the phone.

Seeing her coming, he waved his hand towards her, smiled, and motioned for her to go aside and wait.

Sophie hesitated.

Abel was on the phone, and what she should do most at this time was to avoid suspicion and leave.

But Abel didn't seem to mind, and she also had some ideas.

Sophie Marceau chose to stay and stood aside waiting for Abel to finish the call.

What she didn't expect was that Abel was half-soaked in the warm bath by the swimming pool, holding a phone in one hand and waving at her with the other.

Sophie Masuo was stunned for a moment, knowing that he was letting her pass.

She no longer hesitated and walked gently over in her nightgown.

Before stepping into the bathtub, she wanted to take off her nightgown.

Unexpectedly, he said, "It looks better when you wear it."

Sophie Marceau had no choice but to walk to him in her nightgown.

She was hugged by one of his hands, strong and powerful, and the two of them soaked together in the warm and comfortable bathtub with water massage function.

As his hand stretched out, Sophie groaned.

Then I heard him talking to someone else.

Being so close that she could hear the person talking to Abel was a man.

He may be a little older because his voice sounds a bit old.

"Hey, Abel. Are you sure? The British are very wary of me. If I join in, it will be more difficult."

"And it is not as good as before. The current pound defense force is sufficient. Not only the British, but when necessary, for the sake of the European Union, the European Central Bank may also join in to help the British."

Sophie didn't quite understand these words. She had no interest in finance or business at all.

What she likes are romance novels or prose that she finds profound.

And things related to fashion and acting.

In terms of finance, she only knows things like stocks.

She heard Abel say to the old man on the other side of the phone:

"Ha...I know everything you said. But George, don't you think if other Europeans come in, we might be able to harvest more loot?"

"As you said, Britain is different now. The British are not fat enough. But if we can use the pound to tear off European banks, then the fat Europeans may be able to satisfy our needs. appetite."

"More importantly, it can be said that what we do is completely in the interest of the entire United States. The White House will also support us. As for the reason, I think you understand."

Although I don’t know anything about business, let alone finance, at most I only know how to buy stocks.

But Abel heard such a long conversation with the other person.

Sophie Marceau is not mentally retarded.

She had somewhat understood it.

It seems like the men around me are plotting with others, targeting the UK, or even the EU...

After understanding this, Sophie Marceau was suddenly shocked.

She felt like she had smelled a conspiracy.

It was still huge, and her small body was completely unable to resist. In this kind of conspiracy, it was more powerless than a boat in the sea.

She wants to leave.

She already regretted why she came to find Abel at this time.

And the conversation between the giants in her eyes continued.

"I have to say, what you said makes sense. I have to say, I'm a little moved by this."

"But to be honest, my dear, I don't quite trust you in this regard now."

"It really makes me sad when you say that..." Abel said with a smile.

Sophie couldn't see the slightest bit of sadness in him.

"I won't talk about Norway. Last time about Brazil, you said you wanted to join. But I fought alone, and you didn't even come in the end."

"Hey..." Sophie looked at Abel and responded:

"When we were in Norway, we were still enemies, so that doesn't count. What happened in Brazil... how could I snatch that little bit of fat from you? We are good friends! You are my shareholder, and I am yours. shareholder!"

"Don't forget, the two of us had a great time cooperating in the Seoul stock market. Those Han people said that we were "working together"!"

"What is collusion? A wolf and a "bei"? I've never heard of it."

"Oh, that's an allusion to the Han people stealing their former suzerain country. It roughly means the cooperation of two cunning creatures."

"Okay. I understand. You are right. Our cooperation in Han Kingdom is indeed very pleasant."

Hearing this, Sophie Marceau was already a little numb.

She was sure that what she heard was a conversation between two terrifying bosses.

In their mouths, each country is regarded as their prey.

They regard plundering the wealth of these countries as their hunting behavior.

This is an unimaginable horror for a female star in the French entertainment industry.

She now even doubted that if she heard such a "secret", she would encounter something unexpected later.

For example, on the streets of Paris, you suddenly collided with a large truck that should not be driving in the city, and then knocked yourself into the sky...

Fortunately, she felt Abel's big hands and her obsession with her body was still the same as before.

This made Sophie relax a little.

She thought to herself: Probably not, probably not. He still likes me very much. As long as I obey, he shouldn't...

But she still regretted it, and she regretted coming to him at this time.

I regret accidentally hearing these contents.

"Okay. What you said made me a little excited."

Sophie heard the old man on the other side of the satellite phone say in a slightly hoarse voice: "Then... what are you going to do?"

"Reproduction."

Sophie looked at Abel and said to the person on the phone:

"Replicate what you did before. What you did back then was very successful. The situation now is very similar to that time. The British economy is about to recover, but it will not recover much. At this time, what we need to do more is There are only responses for when EU banks join."

"I understand. It's indeed a good idea and the timing is good. Have your people come to me and let's discuss a safe solution."

"OK, I will ask David to take people to Soros Tower to find you later."

"OK, let's put it this way first. I'll have someone come over to discuss this matter first."

"no problem."

"..."

Sophie Marceau watched him hang up the phone.

And a term he just said made Sophie think of a possibility.

That was the man who had just spoken to him. He was probably the American terrorist financial tycoon that even outsiders like her had heard of, Soros!

Speaking of Soros, even if Sophie didn't care much about business and finance, she had heard of the oil man's name.

It’s fair to say that Soros doesn’t just have a bad reputation in the UK.

He has a very bad reputation in many European countries.

Because apart from the United States, this old guy has targeted too many countries...

The number of financial attacks initiated by him, or simply taking the blame, is exaggerated.

Not only the British pound has been attacked by Soros, but also major European economies such as France, Germany, and Italy.

It's just that in these countries, Soros's record was not as good as it was against Britain at the time.

Moreover, it was his famous match against England at that time.

So outsiders think that only the British in Europe hate him, but they don't know that there are few countries in Europe that don't hate him.

Well...actually the same is true in Asia.

Basically except the United States.

Most countries that are developing well and have their own financial markets do not like Soros.

Either the United States is powerful enough, or Soros's security and defense power is actually very strong.

Then this old guy probably dies 10 times a year, which is not enough.

Not long ago, there was news that a bomb was discovered and defused near Soros's residence in New York.

Similar news happens every year...

Sophie Marceau didn't know this, but it didn't stop her from hating Soros.

And fear Soros.

In Sophie's opinion, it would be too easy to kill such a terrifying person.

Thinking that she was involved in such a terrifying thing, no matter how calm she was, Sophie still became a little uncontrollably nervous.

There is great terror between life and death. It is normal for most people to feel fear when their lives may be in danger.

So he hung up the phone and handed the satellite phone to Abel, the pretty maid next to him.

Then he noticed that the fair and soft body of France Zhikou next to him was a little tense at the moment, and the expression on his face was also very nervous.

A kind of nervousness that I tried my best to hide but couldn't.

"What's wrong with you? Cold? But this is warm water."

Abel asked strangely.

"I, you..." Her tone was trembling.

"Are you nervous, afraid? What are you afraid of?"

Abel felt baffled.

Seeing him like this, he still looks like a "cat playing with mouse".

When Sophie Marceau was nervous, the "idiotic" attribute of the demented literary woman broke out.

She felt cruel and spoke out her own thoughts.

"Hahaha--"

After hearing this, Abel couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha... don't worry. My people, Thoros can't move, and he doesn't dare to move."

"Also, this matter is not as scary as you think."

"Isn't it scary? Aren't you afraid that I will leak out and inform the British about this?"

Sophie Marceau bit her lip.

She wanted to look as pitiable as possible.

She knew Abel would like this look better.

Because every time he showed himself like this, he would do it harder.

"You think too much. I don't know whether you will say it or not, nor whether the British will believe you."

"Even if you tell the British, it's useless if the British believe it."

Abel smiled and shook his head, pinching her beautiful face.

He wasn't talking nonsense.

This kind of thing is not like fighting in ancient times. Leaking military aircraft may lead to failure.

So what if the British knew about it in advance?

In fact, any major economic country, including the United States, has a large number of financial vampires all the time, staring at the foreign exchange of these countries.

The vampires always want to make a big splash in the foreign exchange of these countries.

Greed is the nature of financiers.

The difference is that the United States has a strong ability to retaliate.

Anyone who dares to engage in US dollars, whether at home or abroad, will not end well in the end.

As for other countries, Americans are often the ones doing it.

There is nothing these countries can do if they want to take revenge.

Like the UK versus Soros, like those Asian countries versus Soros...

Abel and Soros, this time teamed up to target the pound.

If the British knew, there was little they could do.

They can only reserve as much funds as possible and step in to rescue the market when needed.

It is impossible for them to prevent the pound from being attacked by others in advance.

Because generally speaking, when someone wants to snipe the British pound or the foreign exchange of some other country.

That's all because of the economic situation in the UK or this particular country, and there are some problems.

These economic problems give vampires an opportunity to take advantage of them and attract snipers.

Simply put, flies don't bite seamless eggs.

If the UK's own economic situation is not in trouble, then it will be useless for anyone to attack it.

Now the British economy has some problems again.

No matter how careful you are at this time, some loopholes will appear.

All the UK can do is prepare for the impact.

But there is no need to explain these things clearly to Sophie Marceau.

Abel felt that she was so stupid that he couldn't understand even if he told her.

Abel "threatened", "You're right to be afraid. If you don't want to die, just be obedient and obey me in everything before I get tired of playing with you. I promise, before that, no one can hurt you. Oh. , except for me, sometimes when I want to drop candles, you may feel a little pain."

It actually doesn’t hurt because it’s a low-temperature candle.

Sophie, who had already been dripped by him, thought to herself.

"snort……"

She snorted and said nothing.

In fact, she was actually resigned to her fate. After all, who is not afraid of death?

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

After such an episode, Sophie actually forgot what she was doing here.

She was regretting coming here.

"Forget it. You're here now. I have to go out later, so I'll use you first."

Before Sophie could tell her why she came to look for her, the water in the bathtub beside the swimming pool was already churning.

Abel did not lie to Sophie. In the evening, he was indeed busy.

At 1 Palace Gardens, Kensington.

Abel received Jean-Marie Mercier who came to visit him.

When you see the name "Jean", you know that he is a Frenchman.

Jean-Marie Messier is the CEO and Chairman of the French Vivendi Group.

This time Abel came to England, he never went to France.

Seeing this, Vivendi, who had cooperated with Abel in many aspects, finally couldn't help it.

Jean-Marie Messier, who was only the CEO last year, but because of the happy cooperation with Smith, also served as the chairman this year, came over specially to visit Abel himself.

"Ha...a very nice house. But I still think, Mr. Smith, your Godelmar in the 16th arrondissement of Paris is more beautiful."

Admiring the Smith House in England, Jean-Marie Messier made this comment about this very beautiful house.

The French...

They will never really have a good review of British stuff.

Just like when the British talk about the French, they will always tell French jokes first.

Abel smiled slightly at this, and walked into the hall with Jean-Marie Messier, "It's not bad. Paris has the beauty of Paris, and London has the excellence of London. I like them both."

To be honest, if possible, Abel wouldn't want to do business with Vivendi.

Not only is this company greedy, it has a very bad reputation in the industry.

Well, it should be said that he is notorious, and he is also good at cheating teammates.

Vivendi is a French multinational media group whose business covers music, television, movies, publishing, telecommunications, Internet and electronic games.

Since the 1990s, this water company has established a new strategic approach to development and growth——

Acquisition, split, annexation!

From the water industry to television stations, print media, game companies, etc., they acquire them all without being picky.

This violent acquisition method is still used today.

They have a bad reputation because of their ruthlessness with acquiring companies.

It can basically be summarized by the process of “acquisition, reorganization, value extraction, and sale”.

Therefore, the companies acquired by Vivendi all ended badly.

In parallel time and space, past and future.

Companies that Vivendi has harmed include Universal Cinema, Blizzard, Activision, and Sierra.

Later, Xueleshan was completely killed, and Blizzard, a great player in the gaming industry, was also treated as if it were dead.

Universal isn't much better either.

One must be very vigilant when working with such a company.

When Abel went to France last year, his reputation and financial resources were not as great as they are now.

At that time, Vivendi seemed to be the most active in cooperating with him.

In addition, at that time he wanted to acquire the Paris Saint-Germain Football Club owned by Vivendi.

Over time, a close cooperation model between the two parties was formed.

Gradually, the other party has become his biggest collaborator in Europe, if not one of them.

It's already like this, and it's no longer interesting to talk about things that you hate or don't hate.

So starting from this year, it will be in Europe.

He has maintained cooperation with Vivendi, but at the same time he has been looking for opportunities.

Abel wanted to annex this French behemoth.

In parallel time and space, what General Electric can do to Alstom.

Abel didn’t think he couldn’t do it.

If Jean-Marie Messier is still the chairman of Vivendi by then.

In parallel time and space, what happened to Alstom President Pierucci.

Happened to Jean-Marie Messier.

Abel thought it was very reasonable, even necessary.

Seeking skin from a tiger.

How much is risky.

To the French, Abel was the tiger.

That's all.