America's Road to Wealth

Lennart Johansson spent a few hours on Lido Island in Venice.

The UEFA president rushed back to Nyon, Switzerland.

That evening, Lennart Johansson held a UEFA press conference for reporters in Nyon, Switzerland.

At the meeting, Lennart Johansson claimed that Abel Smith alone owned five top European league teams, which was completely false.

"Among the five football clubs, only the owner of Manchester United Football Club is Mr. Abel Smith!"

In a press conference, Lennart Johansson claimed:

"The owner of Atletico Madrid Football Club, his name is Ted Lerner, oh, he is an American real estate developer."

"The owner of Paris Saint-Germain Football Club, named Laura, is a woman. She will also be the first female owner of European football. A female owner, this symbolizes diversity and tolerance in Europe!"

"The new buyer of Hoffenheim Football Club is SELC. SELC is a company with pure German origin! It is even a German company that holds shares in F1 Holdings. If a German company buys a German football team, who will Can you say no? As for the boss of SELC, don’t you know that its CEO is named Bernie? He’s British!”

"Finally, there is AC Milan Football Club. Its new owner is Anna Li, who is Asian and female. Ms. Li Fuzhen will be the second female owner of European football. This proves that European football is becoming more and more diverse. , we have the most wonderful inclusiveness in the world and we can”

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The rhetoric of Lennart Johansson and UEFA has left football fans across Europe doubtful.

The publicly exposed equity information does prove that what Lennart Johansson said is true.

Team owners who are well aware of this situation are dissatisfied.

At this moment, UEFA has made its position clear, and the world's richest man and European media boss has taken a few steps back.

They could only hold their noses and admit it.

And not long after Lennart Johansson's press conference ended.

A famous rich man in the desert, Prince Walid is known as the Buffett of the Desert.

This rich man with a white cloth tied on his head openly announced his intention to buy a strong European football team during an interview with the media at the Venice Film Festival.

Its purchase intention may be traditional European teams such as Arsenal, Marseille or Bayern Munich.

The attraction of ordinary fans has gradually shifted from the "Smith League" to the new super-rich owners who are constantly emerging in the European football world.

September 7th.

The fourth day of the Venice Film Festival.

The warm afternoon sun in southern Europe is so bright and warm that it makes people sleepy.

Venice Lido Island, 19th Street, Hotel Excelsior Venice.

The hotel was built in 1932, the same year as the Venice International Film Festival.

Perhaps for this reason, it has further stabilized its status as the official hotel designated by the Venice Film Festival.

Every year before the opening of the Venice International Film Festival, many movie stars, producers, directors, etc. gather here to attend the opening dinner.

This makes this hotel that embraces the Adriatic Sea and has a desert feel shine.

As the designated hotel of the Venice Film Festival and the only five-star hotel on Lido Island, it hosts most of the stars who come to attend the film festival.

Just like today.

When Sophie Marceau got out of a Mercedes-Benz sedan and appeared at the door of the Excelsior Hotel.

The paparazzi swarming around the hotel entrance 24 hours a day have become somewhat accustomed to it.

There are so many international stars appearing here these days.

Even Hollywood has a lot of people coming, not to mention Sophie Marceau, who has gradually become a bit outdated.

But when you need to take pictures, you still have to take pictures. After all, this is the famous French Kiss.

Taking good-looking photos and selling them can also attract many LSPs to buy newspapers or magazines and increase sales.

Amidst the clicking sounds of shooting, Sophie Marceau turned a blind eye and walked towards the hotel.

At the hotel door, someone introduced her into the elevator.

A few minutes later, the elevator dinged and the elevator doors opened to both sides.

Sophie Marceau, wearing a long black cape-style windbreaker with a large hood, and a pair of long legs wrapped in silver-gray shiny pants, appeared in front of several rock security bodyguards.

Wait until Sophie Marceau took off her big glasses, revealing her slightly brown hair and pretty face.

Several bodyguards arranged by Rock, who were still a bit on guard, completely ignored the visitor.

Those who read newspapers read newspapers, and those who read magazines read magazines. It seems that the Miss French Kiss, who is famous in Europe, is a transparent person.

Sophie Marceau seems to be used to this group of men who are as indifferent as giant bears.

She took off her leather gloves, stepped on her high heels, and walked directly into the heavy wooden door of the luxury suite that was pushed open by the bodyguard.

"Damn, I knew it was going to be like this! Can you guys go to the bedroom?! Putain!"

Walk through the porch and walk into the large and luxurious living room.

Looking at Lai Lai in Abel's arms and being held in his hands, Penelope Cruz, who had already forgotten everything, was "playing".

Sophie Marceau looked sarcastic and complained to Abel who smiled at her: "I seem to have come at a very bad time?"

"Ha~ Sophie, come on, come on, I can't hold on any longer! No, you came just in time! Just waiting for you to come! Come on, save me!" Penelope Cruz shouted to French Kiss Call for help.

Sophie Marceau bit her silver teeth, pursed her lips, and walked towards the two of them.

By the time the battle was over, it was already afternoon.

To be precise, it was already evening, because in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows opened.

The warm yellow sunlight of the setting sun has shined in, dyeing the bodies of the two European goddesses on Simmons the same color as gold.

Abel put on a nightgown and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. He could see a large number of temporary tents and structures on the edge of the beach in front of him.

That's where the Venice Film Festival is held every year.

There are tons of playhouses out there.

Movie lovers from all over Europe and even the world, as well as film practitioners who came to promote movies, packed the place.

It would be an understatement to say there were huge crowds of people.

This situation will last until September 14th.

But Abel felt that he would not stay here until September 14th.

There are still four days left. I can only stay here for another four days before leaving.

Thinking of this, he raised his gaze and looked at the sea outside the beach.

It was as if he could see Manhattan, New York, on the other side across the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean.

"Sasha~"

A soft sound came from behind, and Abel turned around to see Sophie Marceau getting off Simmons, picking up a piece of clothing belonging to someone on the ground and putting it on.

Then she came to his side and stood together in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

She didn't know where she took out a lighter, and gracefully stretched out her hand towards Abel, her voice slightly hoarse after screaming and shouting:

"Do you have any cigarettes? A cigar will do, too."

Abel frowned, he didn't like smoking.

"I don't smoke, and I don't like women smoking."

"Hehehe" Sophie Marceau chuckled, "Mr. Smith, I am not your woman. I am just your after-dinner dessert at most. You have no control over me in this regard."

Abel knew that French Kiss's personality was not as pure and simple as her appearance.

Like most French women.

Sophie Marceau was also a so-called French woman who was born with a love of romance and the pursuit of freedom.

The most typical thing about this kind of French women is that they are more unrestrained than Americans in some aspects.

At any rate, the upper class and elites in the United States are suppressed by Protestant doctrines, and the more traditional they are, the more they pay attention to it.

As an old area of ​​the Revolutionary Revolution, France is full of resistance to constraints from any aspect.

It is unrealistic for Sophie Marceau to marry a 54-year-old man at the age of 18 and expect her to be well-behaved and obedient.

But she got divorced this year.

Currently in a window period.

Maybe it was for this reason that I was in Paris some time ago.

Under the instigation of Penelope Cruz and the special circumstances at the time.

During her emotional gap, Sophie Marceau decided to release herself and had sex with Abel in the women's bathroom with Penélope Cruz.

Where there is one there are two, and when there are two there are three.

Later, it was Penelope Cruz's instigation, and she also missed that feeling.

This is why this situation has emerged today.

Abel knew her character very well and didn't want to care about it at first.

After all, I'm 34, and I can only enjoy it for a few years, so there's no need to raise it all.

But now she looks a little rebellious.

Abel, who was used to women always being submissive to him, became a little unhappy.

But he didn't say anything, just watched Sophie Marceau looking for a cigarette in the room.

After she couldn't find him, she slowly put on her clothes, then felt good about herself and said goodbye to him with a smile.

It seemed like she was happy to see that the world's richest man couldn't control her.

She then limped and left the room.

"Hehehe"

Abel, who was in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, didn't say a word the whole time.

He didn't sneer until Sophie Marceau left.

When he turned around again, the sunset outside the house had disappeared.

Night fell, and darkness fell on the sky.

The room where the lights were not turned on also became dark at this time.

Abel walked to the bedside table next to Simmons, picked up his cell phone and made a few calls.

A butterfly thinks that it is free, but little does it know that how can it be free after being targeted by a demon that spins a web?

There is no so-called freedom in this world, and what is there is only relative freedom at best.

The higher one stands, the higher the freedom.

Sophie Marceau's "freedom" is not as free as Abel's in any case.

Then, she can only accept the unfair fate of not having freedom.

In comparison, Penelope Cruz is much more sensible.

He is Spanish, he is young, and he went to Hollywood to see the world very early.

This Spanish national treasure goddess can be described as flattering to Abel.

This made Abel's slight unhappiness with Sophie Marceau disappear.

That night.

Abel and Penelope Cruz appeared in the executive lounge of the Excelsior Hotel.

The reason is because someone else came to the door.

The person who came was Slim Stadler, the head of Norges Bank Investment Management Company.

"Mr Smith."

The Norwegians were very direct at first, "NBC TV has started negotiations with Smith Media. A quarter of the Norwegian Petroleum Fund's remittance account in the United States has been transferred to Pacific Commercial Bank. Our sincerity has been shown." .”

"I also have sincerity." Abel said with a smile: "I haven't helped Soros yet. I have always been neutral."

Slimstad thought you were neutral, but you now hold $40 billion worth of Norwegian kroner.

There is also $40 billion in USD/NOK FX futures open contracts.

It's so scary to stand in the middle and waver.

More importantly, Soros doesn't know the reason.

From the steady and steady operation before, it has become the crazy selling now.

The group of international hot money seemed to be unwilling to stop until the Norwegian krone was beaten to death, which frightened the Kingdom of Norway.

In just a few days, the Kingdom of Norway has spent US$40 billion in foreign exchange to stabilize the exchange rate of the Norwegian krone.

All 40 billion US dollars were spent on their own country’s currency.

Even with a large oil fund, the Kingdom of Norway is a bit suffocated.

You must know that last year, the GDP of the Kingdom of Norway was only about 170 billion US dollars.

The entire oil fund currently has assets of more than 400 billion US dollars.

It hasn't grown into that trillion-dollar giant yet.

But in the past two months against Soros and international hot money.

The Norwegian government and oil funds have successively invested more than 80 billion US dollars in foreign exchange.

Within themselves, the situation was also very tense at this time.

After all, it is still 2001, and oil has not yet started to let itself go.

Norway is not as wealthy as it will be in the future.

The two sides are now in a stalemate again.

At this time, whether it is Norway or Soros, what they fear most is that someone will come in and disrupt the situation.

Last time Soros came to find Abel first, but this time he became a Norwegian and was more anxious. Slim Stad came to find Abel first.

Seeing that Abel still expressed this attitude, Slim Stader was not surprised.

But this time Slimstad brought a decision within the Kingdom of Norway.

"Mr Smith."

Slim Stader said softly: "1% of the shares of Norwegian Hydro and 1% of the shares of Statoil. In exchange, how about you use all your funds to buy Norwegian kroner?"

"Oh? Have you finally let go? But let me not talk about the issue of too few shares for now."

Abel said: "Do I have to bear the capital cost of the Norwegian kroner I hold?"

"We have also considered this." Slim Stader said: "How about we bear this part of the cost?"

"5% of the shares. I want both companies."

Abel said softly.

"This is impossible. Sir, 1% is already our bottom line!" Slim Stad immediately said loudly.

"5%."

Abel said expressionlessly: "After I get 5%, I will immediately start shorting USD/NOK and close all the 400,000 long positions I hold. I will also continue to buy NOK in the market. Simple. I will start to fight against Soros and international hot money."

"The other way around" he looked at Slimstad.

"I would immediately sell $40 billion of NOK and invest another $50 billion to go long USD/NOK."

Slim Stadler stood up in a hurry.

The head of the Norwegian Petroleum Fund pointed at Abel, with a livid face and said loudly: "Mr. Smith, you are intimidating. You are not intimidating me, you are intimidating a sovereign country!"

Abel raised his eyes and said without changing his expression: "Yes, I was just threatening. Mr. Stade, you understood it correctly."

What he said was beyond Slinstad's expectation.

Slimstad also felt that he was going to talk about him again, as he had done before.

Unexpectedly, Abel would speak so directly this time.

Slim Stader didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

After a long time, Slim Stadler sat down again and said softly: "This is beyond my authority, sir."

"Then go find someone with this authority to respond to my request."

Slim Stad stopped talking, nodded to Abel, got up and left the executive lounge of the Excelsior Hotel.

"Huh~"

As soon as Slimstad left, Penélope Cruz, who was watching the whole process without uttering a word, saw Abel let out a long breath, and then his eyes were unfocused, staring at the beach outside the floor-to-ceiling window. .

The place was brightly lit, and many people were walking among the tents in the open space next to the beach. They were Venice Film Festival audiences and film industry practitioners from all over the world.

Abel knew that Penelope Cruz was looking at him, but he had no time to pay attention to her at the moment.

Because things have changed.

The original talent told Abel.

He should have chosen to sell the Norwegian krone directly after that incident.

And continue to increase the intensity of long USD/NOK.

That would bring him about tens of billions of dollars in profits within half a month.

But just now, the results observed by the talent changed again.

The results of the change told him that doing it in reverse might be more beneficial.

But the problem is that the results observed by his talent will always change left and right.

It will change according to various circumstances and is not permanent.

Previously, Abel benefited even more from helping Soros.

Now it has turned into helping Norway, and Abel has gained even more.

But there is no guarantee that in a few days, the result will be reversed.

There are too many variables involved and too many possible outcomes.

Just choosing between these outcomes was nerve-wracking.

This made Abel feel that if he had known better, he would not have been involved in this troubled water.

Suddenly, he heard a somewhat familiar conversation that he had not heard for a long time.

"Look, that ghost girl is so pretty!"

"She's so pretty. Doesn't it seem like she's a Hollywood third-stringer? Isn't it possible that those guys are so handsome, but they're all from Hollywood?"

"Speak softly, my daddy is back!"

"The eldest brother Long is working in Hollywood. He definitely knows what the problem is."

"I won't ask first..."

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Abel couldn't help but look back.

He saw a table of Asians in the distance behind him, and the loudest ones were two young men.

He also saw a relatively young big-nosed dragon walking towards the table from a distance with a black man.

The two young men spoke Cantonese. Abel could understand most of it but couldn't speak it.

An ordinary Chinese person would be very excited to see a Chinese star in a foreign country.

But Abel is no longer an ordinary person, not even a Chinese.

He looked away.

Is there any movie about Big Rhinosaurus participating in the Venice Film Festival this year?

Oh, it seems that this is the time when Macrosaurus was at its most prosperous in Hollywood.

He didn't take this matter seriously, got up and left directly with Penelope Cruz.