America’s Road To Wealth

  Chapter 392 Anne Hathaway and the Betrayer

   "Jerry will never give up. His character will not change in another 20 years. It's a lot like his father."

  California, South Pasadena.

  In the estate of the Wilson family.

   Slade Wilson said softly to Abel.

  The reception has come to an end, and some guests have already left.

  At the reception, Abel, who knew many Californians, looked at Slade Wilson with a smile:

   "Then Mr. Wilson, what is your position?"

   "Neutral." Slade Wilson said: "Mr. Smith, this is my position."

   "Oh, that's great." Abel smiled: "This is the best news I've heard today."

  Slade Wilson smiled and raised his glass to him.

  The reception ends around nine o'clock.

  Leave Slade Wilson's estate and get into the Cadillac monster.

  David Jones in the passenger seat handed over a satellite phone.

  Abel took it with a blank face, and said softly to the phone: "We can start."

   After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

  A convoy of Cadillacs passed through downtown Los Angeles in the dark.

   It didn’t go to the Malibu beach where Avril Lavigne and Britney Spears were.

   Destination is 812 North Bedford Road, Beverly Hills.

  The next morning.

  Wow—

  In the bathroom of the master bedroom of the villa.

  Abel turned off the water valve, took a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, shook the water droplets from his hair, and walked out of the glass shower room.

  In the restroom outside, he saw Annie, who was wearing only a small white suspender and sports shorts. She was baring her teeth and cleaning her teeth with an electric spray toothbrush.

   "Tsk tsk, sweet, cute and fresh~"

  Abel hugged her from behind, kissed her fair neck, and praised with a smile.

  Annie held a toothbrush, looked at Abel's smiling face in the mirror, angrily pinched his evil paw, and muttered coquettishly:

   "Hmph! I haven't come for so long, and Aymo couldn't get off the ground as soon as I came. Fortunately, I came back in the morning! Otherwise, I would be lying in it now."

  Abel checked into 812 North Bedford Road last night.

   This house is Anne's residence in Beverly Hills.

  When Abel arrived, Anne was in New York and hadn't returned to Los Angeles.

  Since January 2002, Anne has been running around in major cities across the United States for more than ten consecutive days.

  The purpose is to promote the first film released by MGM Film Group this year.

  It is also a film that Smith Media places high hopes on, and the entire group attaches great importance to it.

   It was the first live-action "Spider-Man" movie that Abel snatched from Sony together with the entire project team last year.

   This movie is scheduled to be released globally on January 1 this year.

  As one of the important members of the main creative team, Anne Hathaway took on important publicity responsibilities.

  She follows part of the crew, and during this time has been holding press conferences in major cities across the United States, and at the same time participating in various promotional activities to promote the release of the film.

   Busy until today, January 13th, Anne finally ended the trip.

   She was going to spend the night in New York.

  But he received news that Abel lived in 812 North Bedford Road.

   Anne Hathaway decided to rush back to Los Angeles overnight.

  But the east and west coasts of the United States are so vast, it took her nearly 9 hours to fly from New York.

  Wait for Anne back at 812 North Bedford Road.

   It was already around four o'clock in the morning the next day.

  When I get home.

  Anne asked the little maid Lulana who was up at night, and knew that Abel and Aimo Alamuddin, who looked very similar to her, had fallen asleep in the villa.

  That's right, Aymo Alamuddin, who is very similar to Anne in temperament, just came over from London in the past few days.

  She is now an important link between Abel and the law firm in London.

   At the same time, because she looks a lot like herself.

  Annie and her have a pretty good relationship, and they have been on Simmons for a long time, playing sister games with Abel.

   Heard Aymo Alamuddin, after being huffed by Abel all night last night.

  Annie hesitated for a while, and stopped looking for Abel.

   She didn't come to the master bedroom to look for Abel until morning.

  Aymo Alamuddin was sleeping like a dead pig when she came.

  Annie could imagine that this British woman who looked very similar to herself must have endured a lot of hardship last night.

  Anne is definitely the one who has the most say in the combat effectiveness of her own man.

  She was with Abel almost two years ago in the early summer, when she was not even 17 years old.

  Annie is almost 19 now.

   It can be said that she and Jessica are the women who have been with Abel for the longest time.

   Entered the master bedroom and saw Abel walking towards him with a smile.

  Anne disliked that he smelled of Amo Alamuddin all over him.

  Coax him into the bathroom to wash up.

   Abel finished washing and came out to find her who was brushing her teeth.

  In the bathroom, Annie knew that as long as she showed the slightest hesitation, she would not refuse Abel's entanglement.

   Then, the morning exercise will start properly, and everything will be delayed.

   She feels that she is almost exhausted these days.

   Every morning before eight o'clock, I have to get up. After getting up, I washed up, had breakfast and put on makeup, and then started to participate in various announced itineraries non-stop.

  Including but not limited to press conferences, talk shows, talk variety shows, etc.

  I get up at 8 o'clock every day, and I can't rest until after 11 o'clock in the evening.

   Such an intensive work schedule made Annie, who was tired of being around Abel, secretly complain.

  The idea of ​​quitting the entertainment industry almost reappeared in her mind.

   Fortunately, she has a stubborn personality, even if she wants to quit, it will be a matter of the future. Now, Anne gritted her teeth and carried it down.

   It's just that she feels very tired because she is used to being lazy, and she knows that if she is entangled by her lover now.

   Couldn't get out at all for a few hours, and probably couldn't even move after that.

  Annie was scared, but she didn't know how to refuse.

  Excluding physical fatigue, she actually wanted to come.

  As early as when she was in Europe, she knew that Ikana and Li Fuzhen were pregnant.

   Just like Jessica, she also wanted to get pregnant like them.

   At that time, the two had been pestering Abel for a long time.

   But for pregnancy, Li Fuzhen and Charlize fell for it several times.

  Ikana prepared a little bit, and was shot soon.

  Anne and Jessica lasted for more than a week, with no results.

   It can only be said that individual physiques are different.

  After returning to the United States, because Abel was busy.

  Anne hasn't seen him for two months, and she actually misses him mentally.

   It’s because I’m tired physically, because I’ve been busy for half a month.

   And Abel, who fully knows her schedule during this period and knows that she is very tired.

   It doesn't mean to catch her at this time and start exercising immediately.

  He smiled and said: "Your body is very bad. You need to start exercising."

  It is different from Jessica who pays great attention to her figure and is very diligent in fitness.

   In this regard, Anne is a slacker, a housewife.

   When not filming or going out shopping.

  Don't talk about fitness.

  She is the kind of house girl who stays at home every day, never goes out unless she can, and plays game consoles every day.

  Looking at her originally flat stomach, she felt a little fleshy.

   "Fit out with me!" He forced.

  Anne breathed a sigh of relief.

   Fitness is fitness, you can also rest.

  Better than being pulled onto a Simmons without a break for hours.

   Ten minutes later.

  In the gym of the villa.

  Annie has already changed into a black tight vest and black sports shorts. A pair of long tui is really against the sky.

   "Tsk tsk, what a perfect fire bag rack!"

  Abel looked at Anne, who looked exactly like Audrey Hepburn and Juliet Roberts, and raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue in admiration.

   "Is it my fire bag holder that feels better to hold, or Aymo's, or someone else's?"

  Annie squinted, and glanced at Abel angrily.

   "Oh, it's hard to compare this kind of thing. Everyone has their own feeling. If you have a grade... you have to be divided, so my dear, you must be an S grade."

  Abel looked smug, and brazenly embraced the pretty blushing, biting the slender waist of Annie, who was flushed, and said with raised eyebrows.

   "Hmph! I don't want to exercise now, I want to let you know that my fire bag frame is the one that makes you most comfortable!"

  Annie flicked her golden ponytail, dragged Abel's arm, and walked out of the gym unconvinced.

"Hahaha~ Just kidding. Honey. You look tired. I asked Coach Mary to help you formulate a plan to relax and adjust your body. As for the feel of the fire bag, when can't it be? "

   Half an hour later, Abel couldn't hold back his laughter as he watched Annie, who was almost out of breath, running **** the treadmill. Her legs seemed to be filled with lead.

   "Well, I can tell, you really lack exercise."

   "Huh! Huhuhu—stop running!"

  Already pretty face flushed, Annie, who was dripping with sweat, turned off the treadmill, leaned on the handrails with both hands, bent slightly, and breathed heavily.

  Looking at her like this, Mary, the first-level recovery coach of the US national gymnastics national team, dared not stop her.

  Annie's progress has not even completed 1/10 of the plan made by Coach Mary.

   But Anne is not coach Mary, those players in the national team.

  If Anne doesn't practice, Coach Mary can't do anything about it.

  Abel could tell that Annie had no habit of exercising at all.

  He also doesn't care about charging $750 an hour, a professional that many people can't hire.

  Abel stretched out his hand to support her, and said with a chuckle:

   "You. You still have to pay attention. In addition to Coach Mary, I will find you a dance fitness coach later. Ballet dancing is good for your shape. Swimming is also the best way to shape your shape."

   "Ah...why? I don't want to work so hard..." said Anne Hathaway, who may be the most beautiful house girl in the world.

   "It's not impossible to say. Because according to MGM's plan." Abel smiled and said:

   "Next, "Spider-Man 2 and 3" will be shot continuously and finished directly. You are in these two films, and there will be some action plots later."

   "After the trilogy ends, according to MGM's plan. You, Gwen MJ, will become the new Spider-Man and have your own independent movie."

   "You start exercising now. It will be easier when you shoot the movie later."

  Abel will never forget that Anne Hathaway appeared as Catwoman in DC's Batman movies.

  DC is already in Warner's pocket, and Abel has no way to get it over.

  Due to her own reasons, there is a high probability that Anne will not play Catwoman.

   Unless Abel insists.

  The image of Anne is not very suitable for Black Widow.

   As far as Abel knows, Annie still likes movies very much.

  He thought about how to make Annie, from a combination of Gwen and MJ, into a female spider.

  After Maguire's trilogy ended.

  Annie appeared in the future movie Marvel Universe in the form of the female Spider-Man.

  Spiderman, even if it is a woman, even if it uses a lot of special effects.

  But there should be fighting scenes, even if you can use a stand-in. Anne had better be a little airy herself.

   That way it will look better when the movie is being shot.

   It satisfies Abel's feelings more.

   When there are only two of them alone, he can also tear off the leather jacket of the female spider and enjoy Gwen MJ under the spider armor...

  Looking at Annie, whose eyes lit up after explaining, she wanted to ask.

   "Hehe, specific things. Someone will tell you later."

  Abel stroked her hair with a light smile, then pulled her up and said, "Let's go, take a hot bath, and you'll feel much better."

Annie was pulled up, so she could only hold Abel's arm and walked to the bathroom in the other bedroom. Abel helped her put the water in, and after watching her sit in the bathtub, he smiled and said, "Relax, wash slowly. .”

   "Aren't you going to wash with me?"

  I thought that Abel would follow him into the bathtub, but Annie found out that he didn't mean that, so she couldn't help but give Abel a charming look, and said something seductive.

   Afraid of returning home, but the two haven't seen each other for two months. With so much physical contact just now, Annie is also thinking about it now.

"Hehe, forget it, I have a meeting later, and I have a briefing to read. You know, if I wash with you, then you will be like Aymo. Okay, take your time. , I'll find you when I've rested enough, I'll go out first."

  Abel did not accept Annie's invitation, although he wanted to stay.

   But he also knew that Annie was very tired now, and he treated Annie differently from other women after all.

   Besides, he really has something to do today.

  His motorcade soon left Beverly Hills and drove into Los Angeles.

  Los Angeles is a city with very few tall buildings. There are only dozens of high-rise buildings in the city center, and all other places are low-rise buildings.

  According to the standards of Chinese people more than ten years later, Los Angeles may be a large county at this time, and the number of high-rise buildings is not as many as some counties in China more than ten years later.

  Many buildings in the city center were built more than ten or twenty years ago. They are very old and have not changed much every year. There are only a handful of new high-rise buildings.

  Except for the late development on the west coast and the sparsely populated land.

   Also because Los Angeles, which is in perfect condition in all aspects, is on a very active seismic zone.

  It has experienced many large-scale earthquakes in its history and suffered heavy losses.

   Up to now, there will be some small earthquakes every year.

  This special situation limits the demand for high-rise buildings here, and it will never be so urgent.

   After all, it is not like neon. The whole country is in the earthquake zone, so we can only study the anti-earthquake construction technology desperately.

   On the US side, the area is vast and sparsely populated. If you can't build tall buildings, then just develop flat.

   Half an hour later.

  South Hollywood, in the MGM Tower with Smith Media Lego hanging.

  In the meeting room.

   A group of senior executives of Smith Media, headed by Abel, surrounded a TV.

   On the TV, the content of the financial news channel of NBC TV station is being played.

   Inside the screen, the CEO of California Pacific Electric, Hupus, is being interviewed by reporters.

   "...Mr. Hupps. What do you think of the vicious accident that happened to your company in Yorba Linda?"

  A reporter asked a question.

   "Very unfortunate. An accident no one wants to see."

  Shopes replied.

   "Then Pacific Electric, why hasn't it made compensation until now? You must know that a total of 37 houses were damaged in the fire. Some were even razed to the ground and burned to ashes!"

   “Pacific Electric is a responsible company. We did something wrong and of course we will be held accountable!”

  On the TV screen, facing the microphones of dozens of reporters facing their eyes, Shupes looked serious.

   "Then why does your company only offer courtesy condolences until now. There is no specific compensation plan? Even the AFL-CIO has been involved. It is said that you do not attach importance to workers' compensation."

   Facing this serious question, Shupes looked pale and dull.

  The CEO hesitated for a few seconds before answering the reporters:

"This is because I am just a CEO, not the chairman of Pacific Electric. You should interview Mr. Smith for rights and plans in this regard. Mr. Smith is the largest shareholder and director of Pacific Electric long!"

  A reporter pointed the microphone directly to Shupus's mouth:

   "Mr. Hupes, you mean that this is not your responsibility. Is it Mr. Smith's responsibility?"

   "It's not wrong." On the TV, Shupus said with a pale face:

   "This is Abel Smith's responsibility. He is the number one person in charge of the company, and you should all go to him!"

   "Wow—"

  The reporters at the scene were uproarious.

  None of them expected that Shupus would dare to directly shirk responsibility like this.

  Dare to shift the responsibility to Abel Smith directly in front of the reporter.

Who is that?

  That's Abe Smith, a Wall Street giant who is more powerful than Buffett and Soros.

   An existence that makes reporters dare not report indiscriminately in the face of his news.

  Shopes dared to say that now, he was really too brave.

  The tone and actions of the reporters became excited.

  The questions asked were even more explosive, and they were all starting to guide and coax Shupus, reporting even more powerful news.

  And the audience in front of the TV screen was not limited to Abel and his people.

   At the other end of Los Angeles, in a mansion in South Pasadena.

   Former California Governor, current California Attorney General Jerry Brown's home.

Snapped-

  A crisp sound sounded, and a remote control was smashed **** the TV.

  The glass of the TV set is cracked and full of cracks.

  The remote control was also broken into several pieces.

  Jerry Brown, 64 years old, his chest heaving and unsteady, looking at the TV as if his eyes were about to spew fire.

  He looked at Shupus on the TV screen, as if he wanted to catch Shupus and kill him.

   "Unbelievable, what a super idiot!"

   Beside him came the voice of his eldest son Caddy Brown.

  Beside Cady Brown, and also at Slade Wilson's reception last night, the handsome Gavin Newsom, and another man about Gavin Newson's age.

  The man's name is Bo Dunmber.

   "He's not stupid at all."

   Jerry Brown said in a low voice.

  Beside Gavin Newson, Bo Deng Bai whispered: "You mean..."

"children."

  Jerry Brown refrained from smashing the TV set.

  He pointed to the shattered TV screen, in front of the reporter, and Shupes, who was slandering Abel Smith, said-"This guy obviously betrayed me."

  Cady Brown was a little confused. She didn't know why Shupes scolded Smith for betraying her father.

  From his father's point of view, Shupus should be helping his father by doing this.

   "I see what you mean," said Gavin Newsom.

   "I understand too." Bo Dengbo said first:

   "You mean, this guy might have betrayed you. He's already taken the other side?"

  Jerry Brown, who could no longer see the furious look just now, nodded with a smile.

   "Bo, Gavin. You are very smart. Joseph and William, both have a smart son."

  Jerry Brown glared at the eldest son next to him, "Cady is not as smart as you."

   Gavin Newsom looked at Cady Brown, who had an unhappy expression on his face.

  Bo Deng Bo smiled and said: "Cady is just not talented in this area. He is better at doing business. In terms of doing business, Gavin and I can't compare with him."

   Jerry Brown shook his head with a smile.

  Cady Brown glanced gratefully at Beau Dunmber, who smiled slightly at him.

  Witnessing all of this, Gavin Newson sighed in his heart, and once again he felt that he was inferior to Bo Dumbledore.

   Fortunately, Bo's younger brother is more than a hundred times worse than me!

   Gavin Newsom comforted himself like this.

the other side.

  MGM Tower.

   Looking at the TV screen, Shupes slandered himself.

  Abel, who should be angry, showed a faint smile.

   Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and looked at the senior executives of Smith Media around him.

   "Everyone, start working."

   It’s amazing, my wife is also positive today. Both daughters are on the mend.

   My five-month-old son and I are fine up to now... I can’t say it’s fine. My son has a cough and a runny nose, and my itchy throat never stops. But everything else is normal and there is no fever...

   The one who was most worried about his son was the youngest after all. But now, are we fathers born to cook? Or are the two of us kind of really asymptomatic? The antigen is gone now, and I don’t know if I want to test it.

   However, taking care of the patients is really hard. There are still two little girls who don’t understand anything and a wife who is afraid of pain. I haven’t coded these days... This chapter is the last manuscript, and I have to start coding today.

  (end of this chapter)