America's Road to Wealth

The rain outside the window was pattering, and it kept jumping on the window.

The thick ink clouds squeezed the moon, covering up its afterglow. It was as heavy as if it was about to fall, and it was so oppressive that the whole world was silent.

In the dim bedroom, Abel, who was not very sleepy at first, opened his eyes.

He looked at Penélope Cruz who was curled up in his arms, her long eyelashes closed, and she was sleeping soundly with a sweet smile.

He glanced up again and found Sophie Marceau, who was also sleeping soundly, on the left side of Simmons in the hotel room.

Finally he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

The clock showed that it was already three o'clock in the night.

That was five hours after the cocktail party at Vivendi ended.

"Papa~"

He gently hit Penelope Cruz's peach a few times.

The Spanish national treasure goddess knows nothing and has not even woken up.

She looked very tired and slept very sweetly, even snoring lightly.

Abel smiled and shook his head slightly, broke away from her arm holding his leg, and got off Simmons.

He went to the telephone on the bedside table and pressed 1 to dial.

After the call was connected, Abel said softly: "It's me, send me a new set of clothes. Prepare the motorcade, we are going to Orly Airport."

On the other side of the phone, Edward's voice came.

After hearing the confirmation, Abel walked into the bathroom next to him.

More than ten minutes later.

Abel walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

Before leaving the bedroom, he looked back at Penélope Cruz and Sophie Marceau.

Then he stopped lingering and walked out of the bedroom.

In the hotel suite living room outside the bedroom.

Duni and another female bodyguard were holding clothes and looking at the naked boss who came out.

The two of them didn't have any strange reaction and took the initiative to help Abel get dressed.

While accepting their service, Abel said to Tony:

"Keep someone here. Tell them that they can go to Hollywood now. MGM will at least provide them with a good opportunity. Or let them go to Venice to find me."

Tony nodded in agreement.

After Abel got dressed, he left the high-end suite of the Saint-Ouen Machopsey Hotel without looking back.

Only one female bodyguard was left standing guard in the living room to watch over the two European goddesses when they woke up the next day.

Abel himself left the St. Oenma Cheapside Hotel late at night.

At the door of the hotel, I got on my motorcade and left the 18th arrondissement of Paris.

The convoy did not return to the 16th arrondissement, but went to Orly Airport.

Orly Airport is one of the three major airports in Paris, namely Charles de Gaulle International Airport, Orly Airport and Beauvais Airport.

In the VIP departure lounge of Orly Airport, Abel met Jessica Albadan, whom he had not seen for many days.

Jessica was dressed in casual casual attire.

She wore a beige T-shirt on her upper body, and her fair and plump arms were folded across her chest to block the view of any outsiders.

However, a portion of her waist was exposed, a small waist as white as jade, which made the long legs highlighted by the tight low-waisted trousers look intoxicating.

As soon as she saw Abel appear, she jumped up happily and ran towards him.

Halfway through the trot, she jumped up and pounced on him from a distance of more than one meter.

This scene broke the hearts of the men waiting in the VIP waiting room like her late at night.

You must know that just now, at least half of these men were fantasizing about having a wonderful encounter with her.

There were also people who took action before Abel came.

But before she got close, she was stopped by her bodyguard.

It almost caused a conflict.

After all, the people who can sit in this VIP post-stage room have some status and achievements.

Now that they see this scene, most people have completely given up.

It's useless even if there are some people who don't want to give up.

Jessica was already holding Abel's arm excitedly, and the group of people walked outside.

".Dear. I miss you so much."

"Me too."

"Wuma~"

Jessica Alba, who was held in Abel's arms, walked almost every few steps.

Just say a few words to him, then jump up and want to kiss him.

When I walked out of the airport and got into the Cadillac.

She couldn't wait even more, and climbed onto Abel's lap in the trunk.

A pair of long legs wrapped around his waist.

Edward in front immediately and wisely raised the partition between the rear compartment and the front compartment.

Let the place less than one meter away from the front and back become two worlds completely isolated from sight and sound.

At this time, looking from the outside, you can see this Cadillac with American license plates.

It walked a little unsteadily on the streets of Paris late at night.

It looks like there is something wrong with the vehicle's suspension system.

Wait until about six o'clock, when the sky is almost light.

A few days before the motorcade came to Abel, they stayed at the Pullman Paris Defense Resort.

It's still the same room, but little Laura has returned to the United States.

Anne and Amo Alamuddin may still be sleeping in their mansion in District 16.

Naturally, the only person who can move in with Abel is Jessica Alba.

Jessica was almost carried out of the car by Abel.

As soon as she entered the room, she ran to the bathroom.

After entering, she immediately washed herself.

After washing, he took a breath and laughed at himself again and said:

"It's over, why are you in the car?"

She walked to the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, with her crimson and soft face, and her eyes almost watered.

All right.

I just want him.

Seeing herself like this, Jessica admitted openly.

This is normal, Jessica thinks. Who called him his first love?

Wait until the lens returns to normal.

It's already past nine o'clock in the morning.

What happened to Annie and Amo Alamuddin yesterday afternoon.

Now it's happening to Jessica Alba too.

Before going out, Abel glanced at the sleeping mixed-race beauty.

He couldn't help but touch his waist.

In less than twenty-four hours, five top European and American goddesses were dealt with.

If it were a normal person, even with such power and separation, it would bring such happiness.

There is absolutely no such ability to enjoy.

A good waist is the hard truth.

He then headed to Orly Airport again.

I got on Jessica Alba's Gulfstream G400 "Jessica" and arrived in London, England before 11 o'clock.

Around eleven o'clock.

He appeared on the top floor of the 15-story Forey Building in the City of London, the headquarters of Smith Capital (UK).

Timmy Owen, a barrister from Clifford Chance Law Firm, is already waiting for him here with his people.

Also present was Jed, CEO of Smith Capital (UK).

As soon as the boss appears, wait until the boss sits on his seat.

Jed spoke up: "Both BMW and Volkswagen rejected Rolls-Royce's redemption request."

Abel nodded to express his understanding, which was why he returned to London from Paris.

Abel looked at Timmy Owen, "Mr. Lawyer. I think the prosecution can begin."

Timmy Owen smiled and said: "Of course."

Then on that day, the British Vickers Group and Rolls-Royce Motor Cars.

They submitted a complaint to the House of Lords in London against the merger of Rolls-Royce Motor Cars launched by BMW and Volkswagen two years ago.

In the complaint, Vickers Group and Rolls-Royce claimed that BMW and Volkswagen used illegal methods in the merger.

This includes, but is not limited to, hostile bidding and off-site intimidation of Rolls-Royce Motor Cars and other third-party acquirers.

There is also the BMW Group, whose malicious breach of contract caused Rolls-Royce Aero Engines to sanction Rolls-Royce Motor Cars, suspected of unfair competition and so on.

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Rolls-Royce Motor Cars and Vickers Group filed a total of 19 charges against two German companies in the House of Lords in London.

and asked the House of Lords to rule on two German companies to restore the freedom of Rolls-Royce Motor Cars.

At the same time, it will compensate Rolls-Royce and Vickers Group for the losses they suffered in the merger.

Once the lawsuit was filed and disclosed, it immediately caused an uproar across Europe.

It was a belated discovery for many ordinary British people.

It turns out that the British Rolls-Royce car was actually acquired by the Germans a few years ago.

Ordinary German people in Germany reacted greatly to the news after learning about it.

Berliners felt that Londoners were treacherous and contrary to the spirit of commercial contracts.

Even the money was taken from the contract that was obviously signed two years ago.

Two years later, the verdict was suddenly reversed. This was too inconsistent with the spirit of the contract.

Neither the accusers nor the accused have yet dealt with it head on.

Ordinary people in Germany and the UK have begun to quarrel with each other on the Internet and in the media.

Then it surprised the Germans and made the British applaud happily.

It was the British House of Lords in London that actually accepted the lawsuit filed by Vickers Group and Rolls-Royce Motor Cars.

And the House of Lords stated that it would set a date to hear the transaction.

BMW and Volkswagen are required to attend the scene to respond to the lawsuit like Vickers Group and Rolls-Royce Motor Cars.

This reaction from the House of Lords caught both BMW and Volkswagen somewhat unexpectedly.

The two auto giants, who originally didn't take it very seriously, finally became serious after the House of Lords accepted the case.

Once the two German automobile giants were serious, it would be easy to find the person behind Vickers Group and Rolls-Royce Motor Cars.

August 16th.

Abel returned to London, the day after the British House of Lords accepted the case.

Around two o'clock in the afternoon.

Villa No. 1, Kensington Palace Gardens, in the beautiful front courtyard.

Someone is having afternoon tea here.

One of the leaders is the owner of this villa, Mr. Abel Smith from the United States.

The guest status he entertains here.

If the Germans found out, the reaction would probably be very angry.

Because at this time, the old British man sitting opposite Abel was drinking authentic Assam black tea. His name was Charlie Faulkner.

Charlie Faulkner was a British Lord

In addition, he also has another identity, he is a minister of the British House of Lords.

This identity also means that Lord Charlie Faulkner is the Speaker of the House of Lords in London, England.

In many cases, the British House of Lords is generally responsible for the supreme law of the United Kingdom.

".This should be this year's new tea. From picking to sending it here, it will definitely not take more than a month!"

After drinking a full cup of black tea, I refilled it.

Lord Charlie Faulkner smiled and said to Abel, who was also holding a black tea cup.

"Yes." Abel responded with a smile:

"About a month ago. It was still at the southern foot of the Eastern Himalayas, enjoying the dew and sunshine. Now it has arrived in our tea cups. Sometimes fate is so wonderful."

"Haha~" In fact, I just met Abel today, but at this time, he and Abel acted like friends for many years. Lord Charlie Faulkner said with a smile:

"At the end of last year and the beginning of this year, there was a severe drought in the Eastern Himalayas. This caused the production of real Assam black tea to drop a lot this year. Only super rich people like you, Mr. Smith, can drink it at this time. Season’s new tea.”

Assam black tea is produced in the Assam Valley at the foothills of the Himalayas in the east and north of Sange.

The local sunshine is strong, so another tree needs to be planted to provide moderate shade for the tea trees. The abundant rainfall promotes the vigorous development of the tropical Assam large-leaf tea trees.

This kind of tea has a thin and flat shape and a dark brown color; the soup color is dark red and slightly brown, with a faint aroma of malt and rose, and a strong taste. It is a strong tea.

It is the British favorite afternoon tea choice.

Historically, Assam was the second large-scale commercial tea production region after China.

But in fact, to put it bluntly, it was when the British and China were still doing legal business.

Secretly, I got some good tea seeds from China and tried planting them with my third brother.

After many years of trial planting, I finally discovered that Assam can produce good yields.

After years of development, a strong black tea industry has been formed in the local area.

The so-called Assam black tea is actually a Chinese black tea species that has been adapted to the local tea trees.

Abel smiled:

"I bought a black tea plantation in Assam, with 1,800 acres of land, and planted tea on 1,000 acres. The name of the tea plantation is Manohari. Unfortunately, the drought coupled with poor management resulted in a slight loss this year. Only harvested Hundreds of kilograms of black tea, what a shame.”

Charlie Faulkner also nodded and said, "Manohari Tea Garden? Oh my God, it's the Manohari Tea Garden in the middle of Assam, only sixty miles away from the border with Myanmar?"

"Yes. I heard that this tea garden was established when the British Empire still ruled Asan. It is almost two hundred years old now."

"You are right. Mr. Smith, it is almost two hundred years old." Lord Charlie Faulkner sighed.

"The first owner of this tea estate, Manohar Harry Faulkner. He was my great-grandfather's great-grandfather."

Abel pretended to be surprised: "So that's how it is. No wonder Lord Faulkner, you can taste the taste of this tea right away."

"Yes." Lord Charlie Faulkner sighed:

"It's a pity that in the last century, my great-grandfather had to retreat from Asan for some reasons. The properties left by our ancestors were all sold off at a cheap price at that time. Including this tea garden named after my ancestor."

Abel sighed with him.

"It's such a shame."

Before Abel could finish sighing, his conversation suddenly changed.

Abel seemed to suddenly think of something, and he patted his thigh.

"Hey, that's right. Lord Faulkner." Abel seemed to have thought of some good idea.

He said to the Minister of the House of Lords: "Since this tea garden was established by Lord Manohar Harry Faulkner, I think the Faulkner family must know it very well. I would like to ask your Lordship if you can help me. ?”

The Minister of the House of Lords smiled: "Mr. Smith, a rich man like you, what do you need my help for?"

"Manage the tea garden." Abel said righteously, "I think that as a descendant of its founder, Lord Faulkner, it would be a good idea for you to help me manage it."

"I can't go to Asan's place."

"You don't have to go in person. It's okay to have a gentleman from the Faulkner family, or someone authorized by you."

"Is that so? For the sake of the great Manohar Harry Faulkner, it seems hard for me to refuse this request?"

"Yes. I don't think it's easy to say no. I beg you, Lord Faulkner."

Lord Charlie Faulkner looked troubled.

But in the end he agreed to Abel's "request".

Then the two of them drank afternoon tea for more than half an hour.

After drinking a lot of tea and eating a lot of food, the minister of the House of Lords left the villa with satisfaction.

After he left, Abel smiled and said to David Jones:

"No wonder these rotten guys lost so much power."

"Sir." David Jones smiled: "Who can refuse a black tea plantation worth millions of pounds?"

"That's true."

Abel stood up and pointed to the tea sets that he and Charlie Faulkner had used.

"Throw these away. I don't like these guys who are showing signs of decay. They are already in the 21st century, and they are still aristocrats. Haha."

David smiled as he should.

August 17th.

Now in 2001, the House of Lords also shoulders the responsibility of the UK's highest court.

Legal subpoenas were issued against Volkswagen and BMW.

The minister of the House of Lords asked the two German companies to come to London within a deadline to hold court with Vickers Group and Rolls-Royce Motor Cars.

Normally, this kind of litigation will usually allow enough time for both parties.

Whether it is used for out-of-court settlement or for collecting materials and evidence.

This time will usually be as short as one or two months, or as long as several months.

But this time the House of Lords seems not to want to give German companies too long.

The Lord Chancellor of the House of Lords, Lord Charlie Faulkner, asked BMW and Volkswagen to prepare to respond to the lawsuit before August 25.

In a hurry, the two automobile giants, Europe's largest economic power, had to act hastily.

Before that, Abel had returned to Paris on the 20th.

This caused two people from the German automobile giant to make a fuss in London.

I'm still adapting to the new coding method, so I can't get up to speed. My hands also need to rest, so the other two chapters will have to be very late or tomorrow morning. There is no need to wait for the time being after 12 o'clock tonight, sorry.