America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 308 No, You Came Just in Time
Lennart Johansson was on Lido Island in Venice, after a few hours.

The UEFA chairman hurried back to Nyon, Switzerland.

In the evening, Lennart Johansson held UEFA's press conference for reporters in Nyon, Switzerland.

At the meeting, Lennart Johansson's claim that Abel Smith alone owns five top European league teams is completely untrue.

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

In a press conference, Lennart Johansson stated:

"The owner of Atlético de Madrid, his name is Ted Lerner, oh, he's an American real estate agent."

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

"The new buyer of Borussia Dortmund Football Club is SELC. SELC is a company of pure German origin! It is even a German company that holds shares in the F1 holding company. Who can say no to a German company buying a German football team? What? As for the boss of SELC, don’t you know that its CEO is called Bernie? He’s an Englishman!”

"The last is AC Milan Football Club. Its new owner is Anna Lee, who is Asian and also a woman. 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 inclusion in the world, we can”

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The rhetoric of Lennart Johansson and UEFA has made football fans all over Europe skeptical.

The publicly available shareholding information does prove that what Lennart Johansson said is true.

Those team owners who know this situation well, even if they are dissatisfied.

At this moment, UEFA made a clear statement, with the richest man in the world and the European media tycoon taking a few steps back.

They could only pinch their noses to recognize it.

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

A famous rich man in the desert area, known as Prince Waleed of Desert Buffett.

This rich man with a white cloth tied on his head publicly announced his intention to buy a strong European football team when he was interviewed by 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 those ordinary fans has gradually shifted from the "Smith League" to the new super rich bosses who continue to appear in the European football world.

9 month 7 day.

Day four of the Venice Film Festival.

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

Venice Lido, 19th Street, Venice Excelsior Hotel.

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

It may be for this reason that it has stabilized its status as the official designated hotel of the Venice Film Festival.

Before the opening of the Venice International Film Festival every year, many movie stars, producers, directors, etc. will gather here to participate in the opening dinner.

This makes this desert-style hotel that embraces the Adriatic Sea shine.

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

Just like today.

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

The 24-hour paparazzi at the entrance of the hotel are already a little accustomed to it.

In the past few days, too many international stars have appeared here.

Even Hollywood has a lot of people coming, not to mention Sophie Marceau, who is getting a little out of date.

However, it is still necessary to take pictures. After all, this is the famous French kiss.

Good-looking photos are taken and sold, which can also attract many LSPs to buy newspapers or magazines and increase sales.

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

At the hotel entrance, someone ushered her into the elevator.

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

Sophie Marceau, who was wearing a long black cape-style windbreaker with a large hood and a pair of long legs wrapped in silver-gray glossy trousers, appeared in front of several rock security guards.

When Sophie Marceau took off her big glasses, she revealed her brown hair and pretty face.

Several rocks who were still on guard arranged bodyguards, completely ignoring the visitors.

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

Sophie Marceau seemed to be used to this group of men who were as indifferent as giant bears.

She took off the leather gloves on her hands, 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 it, I knew it was going to be like this! Can you guys go to the bedroom?! Putain!"

Through the porch, into the large and luxurious living room.

Seeing Lai in Abel's arms, being held in his hands, Penelope Cruz, who had already forgotten about it, was "playing".

Sophie Marceau sneered, and complained to Abel who smiled at her: "I seem to be here at a bad time?"

"Ha~ Sophie, come on, come on, I can't hold on anymore! No, you came just right! I'm just waiting for you to come! Hurry up and save me!" Penelope Cruz yelled at French Kiss call for help.

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

After the battle was over, it was already afternoon.

To be exact, it was already evening, because the huge face-to-face floor-to-ceiling windows opened.

The warm yellow sunlight of the setting sun had already shone in, dyeing the bodies of the two European goddesses on Simmons's body a golden color.

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

This is where the Venice Film Festival is held every year.

There are plenty of play sheds out there.

Film lovers from all over Europe and even the world, as well as film practitioners who came to promote the film, crowded the place to the brim.

It is not too much to say that there are huge crowds.

This will continue until September 9th.

But Abel felt that he would not be here until September 9th.

There are still four days, and I will stay here for another four days at most before I leave.

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

As if in this way, 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. Abel looked back and saw Sophie Marceau get off Simmons, picked up an unknown clothes on the ground and put it on.

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

I don't know where she took out a lighter, and gracefully reached out to Abel, her voice was slightly hoarse after screaming and shouting:

"Is there any smoke? Cigars will do."

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'm not your woman, I'm just your dessert at most. In this regard, you can't control me."

Abel knew that the character of French Kiss was not as pure and simple as her appearance.

Like most French women.

Sophie Marceau is also a so-called French woman who loves romance and pursues freedom by nature.

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

At any rate, the upper class and elite in the United States are suppressed by Protestant teachings, and the more traditional they are, the more they pay attention.

France, as an old revolutionary base, is full of the spirit of resistance to constraints from any aspect.

Sophie Marceau, who can marry a 18-year-old man at the age of 54, is unrealistic to expect her to be obedient.

But she got divorced this year.

Currently in a vacancy period.

It may also be the reason, when I was in Paris some time ago.

At the instigation of Penelope Cruz, and under the special circumstances at the time.

Sophie Marceau, who was in the emotional window, decided to release herself. She was in the women's bathroom with Penelope Cruz and got involved with Abel.

One is two, and two is three.

It was still at the instigation of Penelope Cruz, plus she also missed that feeling.

This has led to the emergence of today's situation.

Abel knew her personality well, so he didn't want to care about it.

After all, I'm 34, and I haven't been able to enjoy it for a few years, so there's no need to raise them all.

But look at her somewhat rebellious look now.

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

But he didn't make a sound, just watched Sophie Marceau looking for cigarettes in the room.

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

It seemed that seeing the world's richest man could not control her made her very happy.

She then limped and left the room.

"Hehehe"

Abel 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 I turned around again, the setting sun outside the house had disappeared.

Night fell, and the sky was dark.

In the room without the lights on, it was also dark at this time.

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

Butterfly thinks it is free, but how can it be free after being targeted by the devil weaving the net?
There is no so-called freedom in this world, and there is only relative freedom at best.

The higher the person stands, the higher the freedom.

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

Then, she can only accept the unfair fate of not being free.

In contrast, Penelope Cruz is much more sensible.

He is Spanish, he is young, and he has been to Hollywood very early to experience the world.

This Spanish national treasure goddess can already be called flattering to Abel.

This caused Abel to feel a little bit of unhappiness from Sophie Marceau, and at least it disappeared.

That night.

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

The reason is because someone came to the door again.

The person who came was Sling Stadt, the head of the Norges Bank Investment Management Company.

"Mr Smith."

The Norwegian was very straightforward when he came up, "NBC TV has already started negotiations with Smith Media. A quarter of the remittance account of the Norwegian Petroleum Fund in the United States has also been transferred to the Pacific Commercial Bank. Our sincerity has been shown. .”

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

Slim Stadt thought you were neutral, but you now hold $400 billion worth of Norwegian krone.

There is also a $400 billion USD/NOK FX futures position.

Standing in the middle and wobbling, it's too scary.

More importantly, Soros did not know why.

From the previous steady and steady, it has become the current crazy selling.

The group of international hot money seemed to be determined not to stop until the Norwegian krone was killed, which scared the Kingdom of Norway a little bit.

In just a few days, the Kingdom of Norway has spent US$400 billion in foreign exchange to stabilize the exchange rate of the Norwegian krone.

The 400 billion US dollars are all bought in their own country's currency.

Even if there is a big oil fund with a big business, the Kingdom of Norway is a little breathless.

You must know that in the whole of last year, the GDP of the Kingdom of Norway was only about 1700 billion U.S. dollars.

The entire oil fund currently has more than $4000 billion in assets.

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

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

The Norwegian government and the Petroleum Fund have successively invested more than US$800 billion in foreign exchange.

Inside themselves, the situation is also very tense at this time.

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

Norway is not as rich as it has become.

The two sides are now in a stalemate.

At this time, no matter whether it is Norway or Soros, what they are most afraid of is that someone will enter the market to disrupt the situation.

Last time Soros came to look for Abel first, but this time it was even more urgent to become a Norwegian. Slim Stard came to look for Abel first.

Seeing that Abel still expressed his attitude like this, Slim Stard was not surprised.

But this time, Slim Stadt brought a decision within the Kingdom of Norway.

"Mr Smith."

Slim Stadt said softly: "1% of Norwegian Hydro, 1% of Statoil. How about buying Norwegian Krone with all your funds?"

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

"Am I supposed to bear the cost of funding my Norwegian krone holdings?" Abel said.

"We have also taken this into consideration." Slim Stad said, "How about we pay for this part of the cost?"

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

Abel said softly.

"It's impossible. Sir, 1% is already our bottom line!" Slim Stard said loudly immediately.

"5%."

Abel said blankly: "After getting 5%, I will immediately start shorting USD/NOK, and close all the 40 long orders I hold. I will also continue to buy NOK in the market. Simple In other words, I will start to confront Soros and international hot money.”

"In turn" He looked at Slim Stad.

"I'd immediately dump $400 billion of NOK and put another $500 billion in long USD/NOK."

Slim Stard stood up in a hurry.

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

Abel raised his eyes and said with an unchanged expression, "Yes, I'm just threatening. Mr. Stadt, you got it right."

He said that, but it was beyond Slim Stard's expectation.

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

I didn't expect Abel to speak so directly this time.

For a while, Slim Stard didn't know how to answer the conversation.

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

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

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

"Whoo~"

As soon as Slim Stard left, Penelope Cruz, who was on the sidelines and didn't dare to say a word, saw Abel let out a long breath, and then his eyes were unfocused, staring at the beach outside the floor-to-ceiling windows .

It was brightly lit, and many people shuttled among the tents in the open space next to the beach. They were the audience of the Venice Film Festival and film industry practitioners from all over the world.

Abel knew that Penelope Cruz was watching him, but he didn't have time to talk to her right now.

Because things have changed.

The original talent told Abel.

After that incident, he should choose to sell the Norwegian krone in his hand directly.

And continue to increase the strength of doing long USD/NOK.

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

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

The result of the change told him that it might be more beneficial to do it the other way around.

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

It will change according to various situations, and it is not eternal.

Before helping Soros, Abel benefited even more.

Now it has turned into helping Norway again, and Abel's benefits are even greater.

But maybe in a few more days, the result will be reversed.

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

Just having to choose between these outcomes was nerve-wracking for him.

This made Abel feel that if he had known earlier, he would not have shared this troubled water.

Suddenly, he heard a somewhat familiar conversation that he hadn't heard for a long time.

"Just take a look, that ghost girl is so pretty!"

"It's so pretty, it seems like it's a third-line Hollywood? Then it's also pretty handsome with that guy, maybe it's from Hollywood?"

"Whisper, my daddy is back!"

"Big Brother Long lives in the lotus, he really knows what that water is."

"I don'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 boys.

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

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

Seeing Chinese stars in a foreign country would be very exciting for ordinary Chinese people.

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

He looked back.

Does the Big Nosed Dragon have a movie to participate in the Venice Film Festival this year?

Oh, it seems that this time is the most beautiful time for the big nose dragon in Hollywood.

He didn't take this matter to heart, got up and took Penelope Cruz away directly.

(End of this chapter)