America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 238 New York Daily Life
Not even Abel thought of it himself.

An accidental proposal of his own made David Mellon serious.

In the back, David Mellon even called all the relevant high-level executives of the company over for a meeting.

In meetings, Abel is mostly listening.

But Abel also heard it, these senior executives of Smith Capital.

They all support the Internet brokerage of Smith Capital.

This should be related to this direction, which was proposed by the boss Abel.

In addition, the senior executives of Smith Capital are generally around 40 to [-] years old.

This age belongs to young people on Wall Street, and belongs to the most enterprising group of people.

What's more, the reality is also here.

The background of Smith Capital is too bad.

If you want to develop an investment bank like Merrill Lynch and Goldman Sachs, with business offices and branches all over the world.

It is very difficult to do without more than ten years of accumulation.

One business point and one branch, even if it is opened.

If you want to acquire a certain number of customers in the local area, it is difficult to do it without a certain period of word-of-mouth accumulation and network building.

After all, people are always more willing to believe what they are familiar with.

In other words, if you want Smith Capital to be about the same size as Goldman Sachs in every aspect.

Following their path, it will take at least ten years.

In the middle, I still don't know how many hurdles I have to pass and how much hardship I have to endure.

But if it can be like what Abel said.

If it becomes the first investment bank to become an Internet brokerage firm.

It is likely that this distance can be greatly shortened and the time needed to be used can be reduced.

If it is really possible to get a large number of customers on the Internet.

That Smith Capital does not need to open a large number of business outlets across the country or even around the world.

And it is only necessary to set up some companies to provide after-sales support in those relatively important big cities.

This makes it easier to save time and investment costs compared to a global presence.

And it was quickly suggested that someone on Wall Street was already doing it.

Interactive Brokers, this company has already started this kind of attempt, but it has not started to vigorously promote it.

What's more, there is the support of the boss, certain feasibility, and a very promising future.

Now someone is already doing it.

Smith Capital didn't hesitate at all.

Under the decision of Abel, the senior executives determined the company's new development route in the future.

Internet brokerage!

No need to go through Buffett's shareholders.

Who told Abel himself to be the largest shareholder, or the one with absolute control.

His will is the company's will.

As long as Abel makes a decision, he can go directly.

After the meeting, it was already dusk when Abel came out of the Smith Building.

In New York in May, the weather is neither cold nor hot.

As long as it doesn't rain, this time can be said to be one of the most comfortable and pleasant times of the year in New York.

Looking at the sun setting in the direction of Manhattan, Abel couldn't help but sigh.

I might have to sleep alone tonight.

Just now, Ikana called him.

There was a vicious incident at a YKM store in Los Angeles.

Some gangsters rushed into the store, shot and killed a customer, and subsequently triggered a zero-yuan purchase.

Although this kind of thing happens, no one wants it.

It's not YKM's fault either.

But now is the rising period of the brand.

When something like this happened, the general manager Ikana couldn't be indifferent.

She went over there to deal with it.

Paris, her best friend, also followed.

Abel had to call his people on the west coast and ask them to help Ikana as much as possible.

After all, Ikana is also his woman, not to mention he is still the largest shareholder of YKM.

Of course, he couldn't stay out of it when something like this happened.

When Ikana was away, Abel thought about going to the Carnegie Hill Mansion to rest.

It was his and Annie's love nest in New York.

Annie was filming in Queens, and would come back here to rest if there was no night scene.

However, to his disappointment, Annie had a night scene tonight, and the crew estimated that they would shoot all night.

Anne is not coming back tonight either.

As night fell, Abel didn't bother to go to the side of King's Point Thirteenth Road in New York.

He simply lived on the eighteenth floor of the Carnegie Hill Building.

After dinner, he came to the master bedroom.

He walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes, changed into a bathrobe, and walked into the steaming bathroom.

In the large white and smooth bathtub, after taking off his bathrobe, Abel stepped up the marble steps, stretched his feet to test the water temperature, it was just right, lying in the warm water, relaxing his whole body, enjoying the pleasure of taking a bath.

After taking a bath, Abel just walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe when the maid came over with a cup of fragrant coffee.

After receiving the coffee and thanking the maid with a smile, Abel leisurely walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

The maid brought a plate of fresh fruit and a plate of dried fruit to Abel for supper, and Abel silently switched channels to his favorite programs.

He switched to his own AMC station first.

AMC TV is a cable TV station and pays the same fee as many other TV stations.

AMC TV station is broadcasting tonight, it is the latest TV series on the line, the name of the TV series is "Mad Men".

Unbeknownst to Abel, in a parallel time and space, "Mad Men" is AMC's first self-produced original drama.

Before that, AMC TV stations without Abel's financial support mainly purchased products from outside TV companies that had been filmed.

After the AMC TV station in this time and space was acquired by Abel.

Not only has it received resource support from MGM, but it has also received a large amount of capital injection.

Coupled with the three new policies requested by Abel, three TV dramas with a single episode investment of more than 300 million US dollars must be launched every year.

The pressured and rich AMC TV station, after Richard Plepler, a TV madman, came to power.

The action was fast and numerous, and the first selfie drama was produced in a few months.

This is the "Mad Men" in front of you.

Before his rebirth, Abel didn't watch many American dramas.

He has only seen a little The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones, Broke Girls and Prison Break.

Because of his impressions of these four American TV series, he has said these impressions to Richard Plepler.

It may be that Richard Plepler is more confident and doesn't follow like Robert Iger.

AMC's new TV series are not the ones Abel said.

It's the "Mad Men" that looks more in line with the mainstream of the current market.

I have to say that it is really well shot, at least from Abel's point of view, you can watch it with gusto.

After watching most of the episodes, today's TV show is over, and I want to watch it again tomorrow.

Abel held the remote control, switched channels, and watched several TV programs until he couldn't find the TV program he was interested in.

Abel walked back to the bedroom calmly, opened his arms and fell directly on the big bed, took off his nightgown, got into the warm and soft quilt, turned off the bedside lamp, and fell asleep.

In the morning, Abel woke up early.

After washing up, I changed into a set of tight and comfortable running sportswear.

A hoodie was put on on the upper body, and tight sports pants on the lower body, which clearly outlined the muscles of his legs.

As soon as Abel stepped out of the gate of the apartment building, he put on his hoodie and looked at the deserted street at six o'clock in the morning. He ignored the camera lens sticking out of the window of a commercial vehicle across the road.

The reporters who can appear by his side and take pictures of him are privileges that can only be obtained through the safety certification of Rock Security.

And generally the "American Sun" reporter.

Personal safety is absolutely guaranteed, so he doesn't bother to care about it.

Abel took his four King Kong trots across the road and into Central Park.

Behind and around him, rock security staff joined in one after another, forming an invisible protection net.

In Central Park in early summer, the trees are green and the lush lawn is full of vitality. Two squirrels are jumping back and forth on the bench under the black tree. When they see Abel running over, they are not afraid, but take care of themselves playing.

Abel exhaled air regularly, and other morning joggers in Central Park were not surprised by the combination of Abel and the five.

This is Manhattan, and there is never a shortage of billionaires jogging in the morning with their bodyguards.

That is, if they try to get close, they will soon find that this rich man has more than four bodyguards.

And later, this number also increased.

Half an hour later, a petite girl appeared beside Abel.

It was little Laura, Laura Bush Lauren, the Laura Lauren Smith of Abel's mouth.

If you pay attention, you will find that after little Laura came, there were more people following Abel, if not all.

For example, beside Edward, he followed a middle-aged man with a white beard who was also wearing sportswear.

The middle-aged man has strong muscles and a tattoo on his neck, which is a trident.

"Hi, good morning." The middle-aged white man greeted Edward while running: "My name is Marcus."

"I'm Edward." Edward replied.

"SEAL Team?" Marcus said.

Edward nodded, and then said, "Secret Service?"

This time it was Marcus' turn to smile and nod.

Edward knew it in his heart, he knew those extra people around him.

Except for the rock security staff, they are all Secret Service staff who follow little Laura.

The Secret Service, or USSS for short, is now part of the U.S. Treasury Department.

In parallel time and space.

It will fall under the U.S. Department of Homeland Security after two years.

The agency's primary mandate was initially to prevent and investigate counterfeiting of U.S. dollars and bonds.

Later, new tasks were added.

The new task is to protect the Grand Commander, Deputy Grand Commander, Grand Commander-elect and Deputy Grand Commander-elect, former Grand Commanders and their spouses (unless the spouse remarries), Grand Commander candidates and Deputy Grand Commanders identified within 120 days before the general election Candidates, children and grandchildren under the age of 16 of the current and former commander-in-chief, visiting foreign heads of state and government and their spouses, personal and national special security events designated by the commander-in-chief.

It is the American version of Rabbit XX Sea Bodyguard.

Little Laura is the granddaughter of the former Grand Commander, although she is already sixteen years old.

But didn't she have an uncle who had just become the Grand Commander?
It's just a small problem, and it's normal for her to enjoy the protection of the Secret Service.

Marcus looked at the rock security staff around him, and combined with the information he had seen about the security company.

Marcus couldn't help but whispered to Edward:
"Hey, you guys look really professional. If you are more powerful, you can probably compare with some government agencies."

Edward said lightly: "We don't have your privileges. We are protectors of private property."

"Ha ha ha ~" Marcus laughed, "Okay. Come on, friend. We may be working together for a long time in the future!"

Edward was silent, he knew what Marcus said was right.

Abel has established a relationship with little Laura.

After that, as long as he was with little Laura.

In fact, they can also enjoy the protection of the Secret Service.

This virtually increased Abel's personal safety.

From this point of view, Edward felt that this was also very good.

In front of the two captains, the two running were also talking.

"You've been running for almost an hour?" Little Laura panted softly and said softly, "Aren't you tired?"

"To me, this level is just a warm-up." Abel said truthfully.

Once he was bored and tried to run on a treadmill, wanting to test his physical limits.

As a result, that time, he ran on the treadmill for almost five or six hours.

The total distance displayed on the treadmill has exceeded the 42.195km of the marathon.

He didn't feel tired yet.

At that time, he knew that his physique was indeed abnormal, especially in terms of resilience.

"Bragging." Little Laura curled her lips, "But you can't run for too long. If you run for too long, you will hurt your meniscus."

Abel nodded and looked at little Laura who was panting after running for a while, "Honey, you need to exercise more. With your physical strength and quality, how can you bear me in the future?"

Little Laura was also happy because of Abel's "dear".

Later, because of his ambiguous and vulgar words, his face became hot and he said coquettishly:

"What are you talking about whether you can bear it or not! In fact, I have very good physical strength. If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

"Really let me try? Now your cold is cured, I won't be polite."

Watching him be completely rude, even a little direct and rude.

Little Laura finally blushed for real.

She looked around a few times, then said seriously with a blushing face:

"You can try it if you want. But not until after we get engaged. Until then, it's impossible."

"Okay, okay." Abel compromised: "Then you must exercise well. Don't catch a cold so easily."

"Yes." Little Laura replied softly.

The two ran for a while, but little Laura was still weak.

It is estimated that I only ran three or four kilometers, but I was out of breath and couldn't run.

Abel supported her and sat down on a wooden stool next to the park track to rest.

"Look, your physical strength is still weak." Abel said with a smile.

Compared to his panting and sweating profusely, he looked at Abel who was calm and calm without breaking a sweat.

Little Laura somewhat believed that Abel's physical strength was indeed very good.

But she still stubbornly said: "It's because my cold is just right. If I didn't have a cold, I wouldn't be so tired after running for so little!"

"Okay, okay." Abel said in a coaxing tone, "Yes, I believe you, you are very strong."

Little Laura could hear that he was being perfunctory, but she enjoyed herself in this couple's little fun.

"Hey~ look over there."

Out of the corner of her eye, little Laura saw a street painter setting up a stall on the lawn opposite the runway.

She was reminded of Abel's identity as a Rice University fine arts graduate.

"How about we go see him paint? I remember you are also very good at painting. You have a lot of your works at home. If Emily hadn't told me, I thought it was the work of some great painter."

Abel followed her fingers and saw the street painter.

Abel felt a little familiar at first glance.

Then I remembered, isn't this the street painter I met last year when I was running with Ikana?

Is this old man still setting up a stall here?
It also happens to be the same location, the same street artist.

It's the girl next to me, with another one.

"Uh" Abel was worried about the street painter talking nonsense, so he didn't think much about it.

Although the little red flag is very generous, he is allowed to flutter the colorful flags outside.

But what is said is what is done, Abel thinks it is necessary to pay attention to it

He thought so.

Little Laura thought otherwise.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Little Laura had already pulled his hand, stood up and said coquettishly, "Let's go over and take a look, or can you draw a picture for me?"

Other women than Abel.

Little Laura has an equal status, very young age advantage.

This made it natural for her to act coquettishly in front of Abel, and Abel was also very useful.

Abel couldn't help being pulled by her, and walked towards the street painter.

The secret service and rock security personnel naturally followed suit to prepare for the transfer.

As a precaution, Abel made a gesture quietly.

Seeing this gesture, Edward cleverly sent Lin from the Four King Kong over.

Lin certainly knew what to do.

He ran to the street painter faster than little Laura and Abel.

Lin quickly pulled out a few "Franklin", and said gently:

"Old man, four hundred dollars, sell me your set."

When the street painter saw someone rushing over, he thought he was going to buy him for zero yuan, and the old man was taken aback.

Wait until Lin draws out four Franklin cards, which is four hundred dollars.

The old man calmed down and looked at Lin, and then the old man felt familiar.

"Oh oh oh I remembered." The old guy said, "Last year."

For a moment, Lin's eyes turned fierce, looking terrifying.

The old guy was frightened.

"Take the four hundred dollars, leave your things and go."

Lin said in a very low voice: "Or shut up and say nothing. Or hehehe."

Without saying a word, the old man took the four Franklin cards from Lin, turned around and left without asking for anything.

When little Laura leads Abel over.

I saw the old man who fled, and the half-new and old painting tools left by the old man.

"Huh? Why did he run away? Don't you want anything? Hey, you don't want anything?!"

Little Laura was surprised, and called the other party a few times.

The more she screamed, the faster the old fellow ran.

Little Laura turned to look at Abel, who smiled and said:
"This is a very poor guy. I often see him cheating when I come here for running. To see him draw, it is better for me to draw. I asked my bodyguard to buy his tools. How about I draw for you? "

"Of course it would be better." Little Laura felt that the truth might not be like this.

But the truth is often not very important.

Abel was willing to paint for himself, and little Laura was even happier.

She looked down at the tools left by the old guy, and said casually:

"It's just that four hundred dollars is a lot. These things look like they're worth a hundred dollars at most, maybe not."

"It's ok."

Abel smiled and said, "Let me paint for you."

(End of this chapter)