America's Road to Wealth

"call……"

On the streets of Manhattan, on the Cadillac body.

Abel's slightly tense body finally relaxed. Seeing the red light on the fender of the car flickering, he reached out to turn on the light in the car, then pulled up and coughed softly, spitting something on a tissue, blushing Lydia Hearst.

"It's almost there, pack it up."

Abel straightened his pants and belt, and Lydia obediently pulled up the white OL shirt that had been pulled down just now, and said timidly, "Okay..."

After returning to New York, Lydia was a little worried that "the matter would be revealed" and Amanda would know.

But she found that Abel didn't seem to be afraid of Amanda's discovery at all, and he was the only one who was afraid of it all the time.

After coming home last night, she and her mother talked all night.

Lydia was enlightened by her own mother.

Yeah, why should I be inferior to Amanda?

Just because my mom did something wrong before? But that wasn't her will either. Everyone is the daughter of the Hearst family, why can you Amanda always live better than me?

There was no way out before, even if Lydia was dissatisfied, she could only accept the reality.

Now that she has a good way out, Lydia is unwilling to continue to be inferior to Amanda.

With this thought, she was no longer afraid that Amanda would know about herself and Abel.

I even hope that Amanda will know and make trouble again.

She believes that if Amanda really wants to do that, it will definitely make Abel unhappy, and it will definitely reduce Amanda's status in Abel's heart.

If this kind of thing is really going to happen, my own chance, who is also Hearst, will come!

Compared with Amanda, who lived like a princess since she was a child, Lydia, who was cautious since she was a child, is obviously more scheming.

There are many things in mind, but in reality Lydia is just timid and shy, holding a makeup mirror in her hand, wiping it off with a wet towel, and carefully touching up her makeup with a lip gloss, looking very angry Bag looks like.

Abel couldn't bear to see her like this, so he couldn't help it.

Lydia showed some resistance, but she didn't dare to resist.

And Abel's loving appearance made her feel a sense of accomplishment after another.

Sure enough, I found the niche for me around him, right. Look how much he loves me like this! !

Just when Lydia blushed and was about to be "bullied" again.

The convoy arrived at its destination, a Manhattan, now very famous pizzeria - Charlie Brown's Pizzeria.

This pizzeria is said to be the richest man in the world with only a few dollars. When he first came to New York, he ate at the pizzeria for a whole month.

Up to now, it has become a well-known online celebrity check-in place in New York.

Many young people and tourists who come here are proud to eat the same type of chicken pizza as Abel Smith.

Even if its price is now the most expensive in Manhattan, it doesn't hesitate.

"We're here, I'll let you go first. But remember, dear Secretary Hurst. When you get home, you should practice more with bananas and popsicles. You can tidy up later and get out of the car."

Abel put on his pants with a smile, touched her face, got out of the car and entered the Charlie Brown Pizzeria, which was closed to thank customers.

The store was deserted, and the bustling appearance when Abel was not here in the past was swept away.

The old man Charlie Brown was in a daze at the bar as always, just like Abel saw him when he came here for the first time.

"Hey, Charlie, good morning." Abel greeted the old man with a smile.

"It's not good at all in the morning, because you have to come, at least I lost thousands of dollars in the morning." The old man muttered dissatisfied.

Abel ignored him. He scanned the restaurant and found Bloomberg who was looking at him with a smile. He smiled and walked over and sat down opposite the mayor of New York.

"Good morning, Michael."

"Good morning, Abel."

After saying hello, Bloomberg whispered curiously: "Did you go to see William Hubbs Rehnquist yesterday?"

"uh-huh."

"It seems that you are really interested in Cardina's health."

"Has word spread yet?"

"Yes." Bloomberg picked up the coffee on the table, not Mecha Coffee.

Mr. Mayor likes Jamaica's Blue Mountain coffee.

"Many things are not secrets at all in New York. As long as you do it, it will be easy to spread. Cardina is healthy, it is indeed a trouble, but it should be very delicious."

Abel smiled, guessing that it should be the news from Rehnquist.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Robert D. Walter, the founder of Cardinal Health, had contacted the Smith Intelligence Group that had been prepared for a long time last night and signed a contract of intent.

I am about to get Cardina Health, at least about 40% of the voting rights.

Step 1 has been initiated, and the next step is endless litigation.

Whoever wins the lawsuit will get control of Cardinal Health.

Since it has already started, it doesn't matter if others know about it.

"That's a matter in Florida, and has nothing to do with New York. We are in New York now, and what we have to care about is also related to New York."

Abel said: "There should be no one now, are you willing to come out and make trouble?"

Bloomberg certainly knew what Abel meant.

The oil man smiled slightly, "Even the couple are willing to give in, who else would be willing to make trouble? The fate of that lawyer is in front of everyone's eyes."

Abel laughed.

A few months ago, someone in New York coveted Abel's Hudson Yards, wanting to profit from it.

Abel has always been very generous about the sharing of benefits. But he doesn't like people who interfere without his permission.

That led him to take on the Zippertons.

The result of the action was that before the actual action, the other party took the initiative to show weakness and dealt with the Vincennes lawyer who was pushed out by them to take the lead.

After the leader was settled, the walking of the construction workers disappeared, no one went to the streets, and everything was properly arranged by Abel, Bloomberg and others.

The start of construction on Hudson Yards is just around the corner.

But before starting construction, the first step is actually demolition.

The formalities and contracts have been finalized, but the formal demolition and relocation has not yet started.

The two came here today to talk about the formal demolition work.

"Let's carry out the contracting in stages." Abel put forward his own idea, "It cannot be done by one company, and the benefits should be distributed as much as possible. What we want to do is to make everyone in New York profitable. We have to let others confirm this at the beginning. Only in this way can our work continue."

Bloomberg nodded again. As the mayor of New York City, and he wants to be re-elected forever, he wished Abel could do this.

If Abel does this, his work in New York will be much easier, and it will also have a great positive effect on his political achievements.

The two chatted for a while, about the time to drink a cup of coffee.

Johnson suddenly walked in from the outside and whispered something in Edward's ear next to Abel.

Then Bloomberg saw Abel's bodyguard whispering something in Abel's ear.

The mayor of New York then saw Abel's face, first showing a surprised expression, and then a slightly joyful micro-expression blooming.

"Michael, I might be going to California again."

Bloomberg heard Abel say this to himself.

Bloomberg: "Didn't you just come back from California? What kind of magic is there in that place, so that the emperor of New York doesn't want to go back to New York."

"Ha, shitty emperor of New York." Abel smiled and said, looking in a good mood, "Barron's granddaughter is here, anyway, I'm going to meet my child, right? Damn it, it's a week early .I originally planned to go there again in a week.”

Barron's granddaughter, oh, the Hilton daughter.

While complaining about someone's Dumas behavior in his heart, Bloomberg still made an expression of sudden realization, "It turned out to be this kind of thing. Well, then no one can stop you from leaving New York. Go to California to visit."

"That's it, Michael. I'll treat you this time, and I'll go first."

Bloomberg just nodded and watched Abe leave Charlie Brown's.

"I'm really curious what your expression will be when dozens or hundreds of descendants start fighting for property 20 or 30 years from now!"

But Bloomberg thought about it, and Abe was only in his fifties at the time.

And judging by his strong body, he was probably still full of energy at that time.

At that time, it is estimated that it is not yet the time for his descendants to compete for property.

Maybe fifty or sixty years, maybe when this guy is seventy or eighty years old.

And at that time, I had definitely gone to see God, so I couldn't see this good show in the Smith family.

Bloomberg felt a little regretful.

After getting out of Charlie Brown's Pizza and getting in the car.

The Cadillac convoy started slowly, and the convoy had to cross half of Manhattan along Park Avenue from the Upper East Side to reach the Smith Tower in Lower Manhattan, which is at the tip of New York and faces the sea.

From there, board a helicopter to JFK, and from JFK to California.

Sitting in the car, although the windows were closed tightly, Abel could still clearly hear all kinds of cursing and car horns on the road.

Abel smiled helplessly. It was almost noon now, and his motorcade had encountered the most famous traffic jam in New York.

Every commuter in New York wastes an average of 74 hours a year in traffic jams. Of course, New York can only be ranked behind these cities compared to Washington, the first block, as well as downtown Los Angeles and downtown San Francisco.

We set off at 11 o'clock, and when we arrived at Smith Tower, it was already after half past twelve.

What was supposed to be a half hour drive turned into a full hour and a half.

At this time, Lydia, who had been stuck in traffic for a long time with him in the carriage, also knew that he was going to California to see his newest child.

When she first heard the news, Lydia had mixed feelings.

I heard him say later, "As long as you don't want to leave, you will give birth to me in the future."

This made her mood more complicated and more complicated.

Kennedy International Airport is located in Queens, 15 kilometers from the island of Manhattan.

It usually doesn't take long to drive there, but now it's a period of heavy traffic jams, and it takes about two hours to drive all the way.

However, wealthy people can choose to avoid the terrible traffic jam time in Manhattan by air or sea.

It takes about 6-7 hours to fly from New York to Los Angeles.

What Abel planned to go was not Los Angeles, but Santa Barbara not far from Los Angeles.

Although Santa Barbara is only a small city, it has its own airport. Perhaps also because most of the residents are relatively wealthy, its airport can even park large aircraft such as Boeing 747.

Seven hours later, 8:00 pm US West Coast time.

Santa Barbara Airport, private apron.

Abel was the first to get off the Smith. On the boarding ladder, he saw the radiant Ikana below under the bright lights and accompanied by some entourage.

At this moment, Ikana's beautiful blond hair fluttered in the night wind. A pair of slender and fair Meiyue retreats were exposed, and the night in California was not cold at all.

Fan gang black-headed five-point high-heeled shoes, wearing a white bag, the corners of the mouth are very curved, with a happy smile on his face, red lips and white teeth are particularly bright, and he keeps waving at himself.

"Honey, it's good to see you again."

With a charming smile, Abel got off the plane, took the initiative to meet her, stretched out his hand to support her, turned his hands behind his back, and sent a bouquet of roses.

"Thank you dear, the flowers are beautiful..."

Ikana, who smiled sweetly, took the red rose with surprise on her face, held Abel's hand, looked at her lover with tenderness in her eyes and praised.

It's just that before she finished speaking, Abel pulled her into his arms, covered the place where she spoke, and then became entangled together.

Ikana laughed in surprise, grabbed the rose, and immediately put her arms around Abel's neck, raised her toes, closed her eyes tightly, and felt the passion of her man.

"Hoo hoo..."

Her fair and pretty face soon turned red, her eyes were blurred, and she gasped for breath.

"I haven't seen you in a month, honey, you've grown a lot!"

Abel squinted his eyes slightly, and whispered in the ear of Ikana, who was still intoxicated in the confusion.

"I hate it..." Ikana regained her clarity, lay in Abel's arms, thumped his bear's mouth in a little shame, and said coquettishly, but she was still muttering worriedly in her heart, am I getting fat again? Nope……

"It's not all your fault. After giving birth to little Andy and little Ivana, I was required to breastfeed myself. In order to ensure adequate nutrition for the children, of course I had to eat more, so I got a little...a little fat. "

Ikana had no choice but to explain it this way.

"You don't know, I love your plump body so much, I want to die directly on your body... You are more attractive to me now than in the past."

Abel lay in Ikana's ear as if no one else was there, speaking sweet words that made her angry.

It also made her feel a little relieved, thinking that it's not just because she thinks she's fat.

Although in fact, Abel felt that she was a little fatter.

But at first glance, her fat places are all those places that should be fat. It would only increase her self-attractiveness, and Abel certainly wanted her to be as fat as possible in that regard.

Under the starry night, the Cadillac monster galloped along the spacious roads of Santa Barbara, escorted by a group of Cadillac Escalade, Lincoln Explorer and other SUVs.

The windows of the rear row of the car are completely covered by the sunshade, and the rear baffle in the car has been raised early, and the sound insulation effect of the custom-made interior materials has reached an amazing level.

Suddenly, Abel's satellite phone in his front pocket rang.

"Phone, phone, answer the phone first." Ikana couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly reminded her.

Only then did Abel get his wet face out of Ikana's arms, took a wet tissue to wipe it casually, and looked at the caller ID.

This is his business phone number, and those who can get through to him are managers or partners of large enterprises that he values ​​more.

At this moment, the contact displayed above, the displayed remarks are: Eric Schmidt.

Abel's excellent memory reminded him that this is the current CEO of Google, an excellent professional manager who is in charge of Google's daily operations together with Google's two co-founders, Larry and Sergey, and an Internet strategy manager. Multiple identities such as homeowner, entrepreneur and major technology developer.

For this Eric Schmidt, Abel has always wanted to get him into his direct company.

Because he is indeed very capable, it can be said that Google can have the kind of glory in the future, Eric Schmidt is indispensable.

It's just that Abel's own business is mostly entity-oriented. The only thing that has no real entity is media and finance, which are not areas that Eric Schmidt is good at.

And Google also needs Eric Schmidt to be as brilliant as parallel time and space.

So Abe suppressed the idea of ​​digging him, and instead strongly supported Eric Schmidt in Google.

His major shareholder did so, but the two founders who originally liked Eric Schmidt gradually alienated Eric.

Over time, Eric Schmidt, the CEO, became the company's default Abe in Google.

So halfway through, the two co-founders even wanted to fire him to prevent Google from being completely controlled by Abel.

It’s just that Abel’s growth rate is too fast, coupled with the stock market crash after 9/11, nearly 40% of Google’s stock is controlled by Abel.

Abel didn't nod, and Larry and Sergey didn't dare to touch Eric Schmidt at all, so they could only pinch their noses to recognize him.

Abel has always been tolerant of real talents.

He held Ikana in one hand, and with the other, he answered the call from Eric Schmidt.

"Hi Eric, good evening."

"Good evening, Mr. Smith."

"You seldom call me, usually it's okay to call me. I don't like going around in circles, so let's just say it..."

"Well. Mr. Smith, it's like this . . . "

Eric Schmidt smiled wryly, hearing that Abel was a little impatient. .

But the other party is his boss, and he is also the richest man in the world.

So what can Eric Schmidt do, of course he can only follow the boss's wishes.

The 516 review did not come out twice, and I could only read it the day after tomorrow.