American Fortune Life
Chapter 740: Top Summit and Before 6: 00
“Boss, coffee. ”
“Mmm.”
Andy glanced at the coffee he had placed at his desk, softly mumbled, looked at the assistant again, always feeling a little strange there, but didn't pay much attention, opened a letter sealed with red mud and drew an invitation from it.
“Honey, whose invitation is it?” Ivana came along curious, after all, this invitation came from New York without a moment's delay.
“National Business and Technology Elite Party, November 1, in a seaside town in Miami...” Andy took a quick look at the content and sent the invitation to Ivana.
“Ha, I said why did Wendy call and say she'd meet soon and make it mysterious...” Ivana still has some funny tweaks, but looking at the content of the invitation, she can't help but say something, because there are so many sponsors of this party, and the invitees are definitely not that open to anyone.
“Is this a high-level summit in the media and science and technology? ”
Andy leaned on the couch and sipped his coffee with a little surprise. Ivana asked softly and jokingly: "If there's a terrorist organization or a criminal group that could take over this town, the United States would be paralyzed. ”
Ivana tapped Andy with no anger, and she was delirious: "Don't be ridiculous, Hollywood Six, News Group, Google, Microsoft, Dale, Amazon, Nike, Four Sports Leagues, Pfft., this invitation card does too much... ”
“Too pretentious, huh? It's not labeled that way. Do you think those so-called big men would take this summit seriously? Even if it's to avoid the face of the bulls above, even if we're busy, we have to attend, and we're just taking a vacation on the beach somewhere warm. ”
Andy didn't take this summit party so lightly in his heart, he took it seriously, bringing together almost all the people at the top of the pyramid in the American business world, and it wasn't just a celebrity party, it was a meeting of contemporary American interests.
This should be held every year, although not as mysterious and covert as the Peldberg Club, but the attendees are also comparable enough. Of course, the Peldberg Club attendance requirement, Andy, is now only eligible, after all, his grandfather, Old Smith, is a member of the Peldberg Club.
Founded in 1954, the Pildberg Club was founded by Prince Bernhard, the father of Queen Beatrice of the Netherlands, in a hotel in the Netherlands called Pildberg. This was followed by a four-day meeting in May or June of each year in different countries.
Compared to other top elite gatherings in the world, the biggest feature of the Pildberg Club is its mystery. At each meeting, armed police and security officers were present in the venue, which was prohibited for up to 300 metres.
Participants are required to enter through a multi-level checklist. Unlike general international meetings and club gatherings, all media photos or interviews are not welcome here. Staff members of the Conference are not allowed to talk freely; any information relating to the Conference will be swept away immediately.
In order to ensure the secrecy of the gatherings, the Pildberg Group pays hundreds of thousands of dollars annually to local governments for security costs, such as sending armed forces to protect and even searching for journalists by helicopter. Famous magazines like The New York Times and The Washington Post also assure the Peldberg Group this time of year that they will not report any information about the conference.
Sometimes even the local government didn't know about the meeting. In 2000, in Henfal, a small town near Brussels, Belgium, the local mayor was woken up by a media call and was surprised to say, "Are you kidding me? How could I not have been notified if Queen Holland and Henrik Kissinger had come here? ”
The invitation that Andy received, the party he was going to host, would not be any different in nature from the party at the Peldberg Club, nor would it just be as simple as eating, drinking, bragging.
As Andy's wealth grows, his influence and his power expand, some of the information he can reach increasingly tells him a reality.
99.99 per cent of the population, no matter how hard they tried, were doomed to turn around, the rise of super-rich people had dominated the future of ordinary people, the gap between rich and poor had widened and had become a world trend, a phenomenon of "globalization”.
The super-rich of the new era, plundering wealth in a more thorough and technologically advanced way than ever before, live in a world without borders, for which the world is divided into only the rich and the poor, and where they come together in a huge group of rich people, one nation.
If, in the last few years, this new continent in science and technology has been divided up by the new nobles, and after implementing a follow-up cleanup plan for big fish eating small fish, Andy can only say to you: "Opportunities have never been equal and efforts have never necessarily been rich! ”
Of course, for Ivana, the gateway to this Summit of Capital and Social Wealth and Power has been opened to her, and she will step into the realm of the top 0.1 percent of the world's 44 percent wealth, controlled by one percent of the people.
(To put it another way, in 30 years alone, the rabbit country has produced 1.6 million rich people, a criterion classified as an asset minus a debt, more than 5 million RMB, which is already one percent of the world's 44% wealth, well, the devil knows that many people don't know they belong to this class, and, of course, giant wealth belongs to these people. This would allow for a more intuitive understanding of the gap between the rich and the rich, which is, of course, just a family statement, for information purposes only.
They say wealth and power are the best chun in the world for a woman, and even if she comes from a rich family in New York, there's something she's been waiting for and going out.
And these previously closed doors for her, like her willingness to greet Andy with an exciting twin tui, were all paved with red carpets and the lights sparkled open to her, leaving her unobstructed.
And all of this is an absolute qualitative leap forward for the marginalized families that still belong to the upper class of American society.
Andy was able to understand why CP came out to run, when an elderly man, almost 70 years old, was ridiculed by the President in a cynical tone at a banquet of the masses, celebrities, and journalists laughed, all holding his breath for the humiliation. (No matter how asshole the cp is, at least the demon sees O'Blackbull sitting in the face with the presidential successor cp. I really think this old guy is awesome!
The lights fade in the bedroom, and the trauma is all the more turbulent, with sheets and quilts becoming incredibly tangled.
Buzz--
Hearing the cell phone buzzing on one side of the cabinet, Andy, who was not asleep, opened his eyes, curled carefully in his arms, and Ivana, sleeping, moved away for a moment, lifted the quilt, picked up the nightgown from the carpet and put it on, picked up the phone and looked at it, some heartless looking at Ivana in a coma, leaving the bedroom with a limp.
Andy will naturally have no pity for completely insane Ivana in the evening war. Although she is her own genuine girlfriend, Andy is still a little uncomfortable with her conscious treading on his private land today and will naturally flog and teach her a lesson.
Small product system, when it is worse than big product.
Slowly closing the door, isolating the fierce battlefield, Andy closed his sleeping robe flaps, walked through the hallway, pushed the door into the study, then turned on the lamp on the phone and started dialing back the phone.
“Honey, it's 11: 30. Why aren't you asleep?” As soon as the phone was on, Andy asked softly.
“I can't sleep, can you come over... ”
Hearing Big Cyrus's weak voice a little low, Andy grinned and rolled his eyes, and this Nima was going to play with herself, "Honey, didn't we agree, you know, it would make me... Hello? ”
Andy looked at his phone with a bitter constipated look, and before he could say a few words, he was hung up, coughed up, and dialed back, and was immediately picked up, and Andy couldn't help but smile again, "Honey, don't make it hard for me... ”
“ I can't sleep... ”
The noise in the phone earpiece was a bit noisy, Andy guessed that Cyrus might have turned on the speakerphone and smiled bitterly. This beautiful, cold movie turned out to be a woman. Andy could smell the strong jealousy from across the phone, which was to torment himself.
“Well, you close your eyes now, adjust your breath slowly, and be even... Quéharássólounahistoriamás, Quéharésinotevuelvoaver, Oh, oh... ”
Side pillows on pillows, eyes closed, hearing Andy's low, magnetic singing in the hands-free phone, beautiful faces, lips curled on both sides, and a charming smile.
She loved Andy's bilingual Dutch and Spanish song, "Before 6: 00 at Night," which was written to her, not just because it was beautiful, but because the lyrics were so appropriate.
Andy struggled to please his own woman. He was supposed to rewrite the Dutch song for the happiness of the Grand Cypriot Emperor. Although his Dutch was a bit poor, he successfully completed the words with the help of the enthusiastic happiness of the Cypriot Emperor.
And of course, it worked very well. It sounded good. Don't want it. Andy also wanted to record it. Unfortunately, it wasn't Shakira after all, but the Emperor was very happy with the song, and he liked to hold Andy in her ear and sing it low.