America’s Road To Wealth

  Chapter 210 The most expensive luxury in the world

  David Mellon said these things, Abel didn't know.

  Because it's all just little things.

   Not a real old Wall Street fritter, and that's impossible to know.

  Also Abel knows, as David Mellon said.

   This so-called "tradition" still has certain positive effects.

   These things are actually a corporate culture similar to team building.

  For the promotion of company culture, there are also issues such as employees' sense of belonging to the company.

  It can indeed play a good positive role.

  There are so many small loan companies and small financial companies in China in later generations, and they like to play this game the most.

  These small companies like to go to work in the morning.

   Waste some time and have a so-called morning meeting and sing "company song" or something.

  There are some restaurants that will hold similar events.

  In some special fields, such as passing a pin.

   This kind of thing is carried forward to the extreme.

more importantly.

  Abel felt that this so-called tradition could make him feel refreshed.

  Then why do you object?

  It's just some insignificant stuff anyway.

  He also acquiesced to David Mellon and Melio's approach.

   Here's one of Wall Street's new giants.

  belongs to the "tradition" of Smith Capital, and also appears here.

   "Let's talk about the company's enrollment expansion."

  In the office, Abel said to David Mellon.

   David Mellon nodded.

   "Before January 20th. Smith Capital had a total of 131 employees."

   "Among them, there are eleven people in the front desk and the logistics department of the administration department, seven people in the field liaison department, and the rest are all analysts and traders."

   "Since January 20th."

   "Through headhunting companies and self-recruitment, the company currently has 131 formal employees."

   "But we now have 465 more trainee employees. If you count these trainee employees, Smith Capital currently has 596 employees."

  Hearing these numbers, Abel nodded.

These things.

  Abel actually knew about it in the internal email sent to him by David.

   There are even several employees, and some new high-level, department heads.

  Are still some employees selected by Abel from his resume.

   "Less than 600 people." Abel thought for a while and said:

   "That's enough for now. Just a little more and the Smith Building will start to get crowded."

  David Mellon nodded, "Indeed. For our current business, these people are enough."

  Actually, before this, Smith Capital’s more than 100 traders were a bit redundant.

  There are more than 100 people in the company, and only Abel is a trader with trading authority.

   Everyone else is a trader

   Right now, Abel has opened up a certain level of trading authority.

  Smith Capital, so many traders with independent investment rights appeared.

   If not.

  The extra people are really here to eat.

   At Abel's request.

  The structure of Smith Capital has become more and more perfect.

   "Let's open the fourth, fifth, and sixth phases of private placement." Abel said.

   "However, each fund should not raise more than US$500 million."

  "Because I will not act as the manager of these funds. But I can guarantee that these funds will not suffer losses. Once losses occur, I will personally act."

  Abel thought for a while, then added:

   "As for the rules of these funds, they are almost the same as those of investment banks."

   "Okay." David Mellon said with a wry smile:

   "But if this is the case, maybe these funds will not be so easy to raise."

   "You know, the LPs who came for Smith Capital. In fact, they are all here for you, King Smith."

   "If every fund is managed by me." Abel was expressionless.

   "Then why do I still open investment authority to you? I might as well maintain the previous scale and let you continue to be my tool people."

  Hearing what Abel said, David Mellon's mood suddenly tightened.

  But David thought about it and found that it was indeed the case.

  If it is true, the entire Smith Capital will be up and down.

  If Abel is responsible for all the investment.

   Then there is no need for traders at all, only a small number of traders are needed.

  The Wall Street elites that the company expanded its recruitment.

   There is no need for them to exist.

  Thinking of this, David nodded:

   "My king, you are right. Well, then it will be up to them."

  Abel nodded, only then was he somewhat satisfied.

  Abel felt that was the only way.

  Smith Capital can become more and more formalized.

   Instead of always being his own tool.

  Smith Capital wants to become a real Wall Street financial giant.

   This kind of regularization is absolutely unavoidable and must be followed.

   It's just that a talented person like him sits in charge.

  Smith Capital is in the process of formalizing.

   It doesn’t take a hundred years for them to accumulate their fame, capital, and connections like Goldman Sachs.

   There is no need to walk carefully like them, for fear of making mistakes.

   Regularization of Smith Capital, as long as Abel is there.

   You can walk faster than anyone else.

   And the normalized Smith Capital.

  It will also be more convincing in attracting investors like Buffett.

   Otherwise one has only one building.

  More than 100 employees, a company with a cash flow of 10 to 20 billion.

  The market valuation is so exaggerated.

  Even if it is supported by the VAM agreement, it is supported by Abel's name.

   Those consortiums will also hesitate when investing.

   After chatting with David for a while, Abel asked David to go out to work.

  In today's Smith Capital, David is not as free as before.

  As the general manager of the company, David now not only has to manage the company.

  He also needs to keep an eye on all the investments of the entire company, including those traders who can already start soliciting customers by themselves.

  The door of Smith Capital is now open to those investors.

  There was a window called the Pacific Bank of Commerce.

  Smith Capital itself can already act as a middleman, that is, a broker.

  A retail investor similar to the original Abel.

   They now have the option to open an account with Smith Capital.

  Through Smith Capital, a brokerage firm, invest in or purchase financial products in the market.

  They can also choose to buy Smith Capital financial products directly.

  You only need to take a certain risk, provide a certain share, and then enjoy the profit.

   It can be said except for the scale.

  Smith Capital is now more and more like a regular investment bank.

   This is the first expansion of Smith Capital in the tenth month since its establishment.

  At work in the morning.

  Slightly before noon.

  Abel has appeared in the huge open space near the dock in Addson's Bay.

  In February in New York, it will also snow.

  Abel braved the light snow and came to the Hudson Bay open space, of course not to enjoy the sea breeze.

   Appeared with him, as well as the current mayor of New York City, Rudy Giuliani.

   and City Council President Pete Wallon.

   "What a huge piece of land."

   "It's right in the heart of Manhattan."

   “The Empire State Building is seven blocks away, and Central Park is eight blocks away.”

   "It takes half an hour to walk to the Rockefeller Center, and within ten minutes to ride a bicycle, you can reach the Metropolitan Museum."

   "In front of it, the best tourist wharf in the entire Manhattan Island can be built, and even a super berth for 100,000-ton cruise ships can be built."

   "Such a hot land has been abandoned here because too many people want to benefit from it."

   "If New York could be anthropomorphic. I think our New York mothers would be very disappointed in us, its children."

  Abel's voice echoed in the empty Hudson Bay wasteland.

  He was surrounded by hundreds of people.

   Most of the people are his entourage and bodyguards. There were entourage and bodyguards for two other people.

"Mr Smith"

  Old Pete Wallon is stooped, the old man is almost ninety.

  It is really not easy to come out in such a cold day while braving the wind and snow.

   "I think if you come out to run for the election. With your speech ability, you will definitely be able to do well in our industry."

   "Ha~" Facing the old Pete Wallon, he felt emotional about his bewitching words just now.

  Abel said seriously:

   "Dear old Pete, when I turn thirty-five, I will definitely stand up and speak for everyone."

   This sentence immediately made Rudy Giuliani and old Pete Wallon stare at Abel seriously.

  In the United States, it is stipulated in the first paragraph of Article II of the Constitution.

  The commander-in-chief of the United States must be at least 35 years old and have lived in the United States for more than 14 years.

   must also be a "natural-born American citizen", that is, an American born in the United States.

   Except for the age of 35, Abel has met all the conditions.

   Two old guys, saw seriousness on Abel's face.

   This made the faces of the two old guys serious.

   Seeing the seriousness on their faces, Abel suddenly laughed:

   "Just kidding. The broken place of the white house is not as comfortable as my villa? I can't live in it and raise a large group of models or beauties!"

"All right."

   "Come back to business."

  Abel said:

   "Rudy, old Pete. How are you thinking? Do you want to stand up and let us solve the troubles of the most high-quality hot land in Manhattan?"

  The last time two people showed up to participate in Elizabeth's back garden, when the Christmas Eve show.

  Abel mentioned the Dexun Bay City Plaza project to them in front of them.

  At that time, the two old guys didn't give any answer.

   Later Abel chased them again.

  The two spoke separately, giving them some time to think about it.

   A month has passed, and Abel asked them out again this time.

  I just want to see how the two of them are thinking.

  Feeling the energetic and aggressive look of the young Abel.

   Rudy Giuliani only felt that he and Old Pete were full of old spirits.

   Rudy looked at old Pete, and he found that his old partner was also looking at him.

   Rudy knew that this was his old partner, so he wanted to respond by himself.

  Amidst the cold wind, the mayor exhaled lightly.

   "call"

  The air formed a white mist in front of Rudy's eyes, and it floated into the sky.

   This made Rudy feel that it wasn't just the carbon dioxide and water in his body that was floating away.

  It also takes away its own age and spirit.

   "We are old." Rudy Giuliani stared at Abel with some dim pupils.

   "Dear Abe. Old Pete and I are getting old. We've run out of energy."

   Rudy Giuliani's old-fashioned answer.

   No need for him to speak too clearly, Abel has already understood the meaning of the two New York bigwigs.

   They don't want to insert.

   This time it was Abel's turn to take a deep breath.

   It was just a big mouthful of air he spit out, and the white mist that turned into the cold wind was much thicker than Rudy's.

  Young people have strong firepower, and young people have strong vitality.

  Abel was not discouraged either, he had thought of this possibility before coming.

   "Okay." Abel said softly:

   "So be it. Rudy, old Pete, have a happy old age."

"goodbye!"

  Waving at the two old men, Abel turned and left expressionlessly.

   Wait for him to go far away.

  Behind old Pete Wallon, a white man in his fifties couldn't help but whisper:

   "How dare he, how dare he do this?! Standing here is the Mayor of New York City, and the Speaker of the New York Assembly!"

  The person who spoke was named Pete Wallon.

  That's right, the son of Pete Wallon Sr.

  One of the members of the New York City Council, one of the young men under the old Pete Wallon, the speaker.

  Americans don’t talk about emphasizing virtue and avoiding relatives. What Americans pay attention to is emphasizing virtue but not avoiding relatives.

  The closer the relationship is, the more we want everyone to play together.

  Both father and son commanders and grandfather and grandson commanders can appear.

  Father and son congressmen are nothing.

  Looking at his angry son, Old Pete Wallon felt a little disappointed.

   Rudy Giuliani whispered to Pete Wallon:

   "Of course he dared. He is half a member of the bush family. He has such a good relationship with Bloomberg. He even has a good relationship with Rockefeller and Morgan. He is a Wall Street giant himself."

   "And us? Dear little Pete. My health is failing. Your father's health is failing. We won't survive this year's election in New York."

   "We're dead. Little Pete, and he's hot."

   "But. But" Pete Wallon Jr. was a little speechless.

   It's not that Pete Wallon Jr. doesn't understand this.

  If you don’t understand, just like Abel.

   Pete Wallon Jr. jumped out and reprimanded him a long time ago.

  The son of old Pete Wallon, he just doesn't want to admit that his father and Rudy Giuliani are old.

   "Hey~"

  Old Pete Wallon sighed:

   "That's it. Step by step, finish this last period of time. For the future, you young people can go on their own."

  After speaking, he ignored his son's disappointed eyes, turned around and left in the cold wind.

   Rudy Giuliani shook his head, and walked with his old friend at an old pace.

   "Madfak!"

  Manhattan.

  In a warm pizzeria.

  Abel's curse was heard.

   I saw a pizza shop with no extra customers.

  Abel said unhappily to Bloomberg opposite:

   "They are unwilling. These remnants of the old era dare not get on our chariot."

   "It's so normal." Bloomberg said with a smile:

   "They don't trust you, they worry about me picking their peaches."

  Abel shrugged, he stood up suddenly, and shouted at the shop owner not far behind Bloomberg:

   "Old Charlie! Is my chicken pizza ready? I'm starving, hurry up!"

  Charlie Brown's Pizzeria Owner and Chef.

  Old Charlie muttered: "Madfak! My nap is gone again!"

   "It's almost ready! Do you think delicious chicken pizza can be so fast? It can be so fast, it's all fast food!" Old Charlie responded loudly.

   "Hey~ Pizza is originally fast food. Your pizza is not like fast food!" Abel shouted.

  Old Charlie was furious: "It's just different!"

   Seeing that the old man was amused, Abel laughed and sat down.

  He told Bloomberg, who was at Charlie Brown’s for the first time:

   "This old guy is like this, I know him too well."

  Bloomberg has a strange expression.

  The founder of Bloomberg, for the first time, saw a slightly funny scene in Abel.

  Bloomberg just smiled back.

   Then Abel spoke.

  “.When I first came to New York, my first meal was here.”

  “.At that time I was a poor man with only seventy dollars on me.”

  “.”

  “.When I have a little money. I will still eat here once or twice a week.”

   "Both to taste the food, but also to tell myself."

  At this time, old Charlie came over with a big plate of chicken pizza.

   While putting the chicken pizza on the table, the old Charlie who interrupted Abel's voice said to Bloomberg:

   "Guest, don't listen to his bragging. Our Mr. Smith, he will say this to every guest he brings here."

   "At the beginning, he said he brought $70,000."

   "Then it became $10,000, then it became $7,000, and then it was $700. After that, good guy, there are only $70 left!"

   "It's faster than being robbed by someone!"

   Noticed that there were black members of the bodyguard group in the restaurant.

  Old Charlie corrected himself.

  Old Charlie also said that Abel had stood up and pushed him away.

   "Get off, go back to your kitchen, the pizza has arrived, you are no longer needed here."

   "Huh~" The old man pretended to be dissatisfied, and left cheerfully.

   "Ha~"

  Abel sat down with a smile, "Old Charlie has always been like this, he likes to tear down others."

   "I think it's quite interesting." Bloomberg suddenly smiled and said:

   "When I had my first million. I still had some true friends."

   "When I have my first billion. I don't have a true friend anymore."

   "And you, Mr. Smith. You are very lucky. You have amazing wealth, but in this pizza place, obviously you have a friend."

  Abel was startled.

  He suddenly felt that what Bloomberg said made sense.

  I really seem to be precisely because old Charlie never colored himself.

  Different from other people who give in easily in front of their money and power.

   Including their own women.

   This made me especially like to brag in front of old Charlie.

   I especially like to eat the chicken pizza made by the old guy.

   Otherwise, what kind of delicacy has he never tasted?

  How is it possible that I will never forget the most common fast food in the United States.

"Ok."

  Abel smiled:

   "You are right. Yes, for people like us, friends are the most expensive luxury."

   Bloomberg smiled.

   "Okay." Abel's tone became lighter.

   "Now let us two capitalists talk about how to get the most valuable land in New York."

  (end of this chapter)