MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1494 Drunken Golden Island

In North America, “Rigi” and “Four Seasons” are in the same name.

As the originator of St. Regis, the St. Regis New York City has been in business since 1904. The classical European baroque landmarks still stand on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. It is a symbol of luxury hotels in New York. The grandeur of the “old world” is the darling of the upper class in Manhattan and even in North America.

At six o'clock in the evening, the St. Regis Hotel was downstairs, and people came and went on the red carpet.

The gentleman in a tuxedo, the lady in a long evening dress, all with a polite smile on the face, walked into the magnificent hall under the help of the waiter. From the corner of the fifth-avenue of Manhattan, there is no such thing as the front line that once approached the war.

It is no exaggeration to say that the gold content of this red carpet is far more than the Oscar carpet. The people who can walk from this red carpet are not the stars of the show business, but the string of zeros behind each person’s worth, It’s enough to make the “big names” of Hollywood self-defeating.

It is said that for the ticket, the entire Manhattan Island tycoons have broken their heads.

For the banquet tonight, the entire hotel has been surrounded by the wealthy Boston consortium.

For Jiang Chen from afar, the mood of the capitalists across Manhattan is quite complicated. Because the aircraft carrier that pushed to the Wall Street copper bull, almost everyone lost a lot, and now the star trade is taking the Fed gold, so many large enterprises have detonated the debt crisis, from the financial market hunters It became the fish on the chopping board.

In theory, they should be right to hate him.

But in fact, everyone smiles at this moment, and this smile is not like being put out. Not because their acting skills are very good, this smile is really from the heart.

There is no reason for him.

First, a future human bank that arrived in North America along with the star-ring trade has almost become a lifeline for many of them. And one more, the United States needs to rebuild after the war, and this piece of hundreds of billions of dollars of cake, they are all I want to take a bite.

As for the defeat, this is not enough to be the reason they hate him.

Never expect the capitalists to have any exercises. They will scream for the sake of the interests and encourage the patriots to go to the charge, but will not drop a tear for the country after all failures.

Standing in the center of the banquet, Jiang Chen slightly lifted the goblet in his hand and said softly in a pleasant tone.

"Let us cheer for peace."

"Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank the red wine in their hands.

After a speech by Rocky on behalf of the Boston Consortium, the melodious symphony played the prelude to the banquet.

There is nothing special about the banquet process. Like most of the banquets Jiang has participated in, the first dish is an appetizer, then a cold dish, followed by a main dish, and finally a dessert. When eating, there is almost no one who only cares about eating. Most people are talking to people sitting around.

At the time of eating, almost no one left. Although Jiang Chen can feel it, many people have eagerly cast their gaze on their side.

When the last dessert was withdrawn, the waltz sounded an elegant prelude, and the banquet's owner, Rocky, announced the beginning of the dance. After the host and the guest's guest left, the rest of the talents got up. A pair of champagne was placed on the long table, and the lighting at the venue was noticeably softer.

As Jiang Chen expected, a large group of people gathered up on their own side.

"Mr. Jiang Chen, please allow me to introduce myself. The deaf person is Mike Caubert, President and CEO of Citibank. This is my wife, Finix Cobbert. I am most sincerely sent to you. Regards, I wish you a happy trip to the United States."

The gray-haired Mike Cobbert smiled and shook hands with Jiang Chen. The wife standing next to him, though already over forty, looks as young as twenty-five. I just greeted the couple, and a middle-aged man with a big belly on the other side smiled and greeted him.

This is not a small one, the former is Citi's ceo, and this is directly a shareholder of Chase.

"...Otto Garcia, Chairman of Chase Bank, it is my pleasure to meet you. Please allow me to introduce the lady around me, Leslie Garcia, my little daughter, 19 years old this year. I am studying at the Faculty of Finance of New York University. I am going to wait for her to graduate. Let her enter Datong Bank as my helper. Leslie, and Mr. Jiang Chen say hello..."

About 17 or 18 years old, the small Qiong nose and the abundance of the chest, both the petite and exquisite in the oriental aesthetic and the towering and tall in the West. A pure white off-shoulder dress, the beautiful clavicle is looming, the hem of the carefully cut long skirt is from high to low arc, elegantly awning, revealing the girl's jade-like white slender legs, skirt Filled with diamonds, the stars twinkle, like the countless morning dew on the lotus leaf.

Not only the academics of the New York University Department of Finance, but also the flowers of countless people. Not only is the appearance impeccable, but also a woman who is proficient in financial management. When she meets Miss Leslie Garcia, she is equal to one of the most powerful people on Wall Street. I don’t know how many New York University. The boys are all dreaming about this goddess.

Just looking at the appearance, it is hard to imagine that this is the daughter next to her.

"Hello, Dear Mr. Jiang Chen," the eyes sparkled with fascinating brilliance. Leslie Garcia smiled and held the skirt in a polite manner. "I don't know if I can have a chance to dance with you?"

"Although these proposals are very attractive, please allow me to express regret. I still have something to deal with." Jiang Chen smiled.

Although she was rejected by the refusal, Leslie Garcia was not depressed, but smiled decently, expressed her understanding, and then walked in the other direction with her father.

Even if I heard about Jiang Chen’s love affairs, people here are obviously not too concerned.

In addition to being introduced, there are not a few self-recommended pillows, but they have all been rejected by Jiang Chen. Although this level of banquet is not in principle a social interaction, the interest between Wall Street and Hollywood is not small.

Take Mike Cobbert, his current wife used to be a California supermodel, the manager of a luxury company, who also met at the banquet and finally married. By the way, the rich man has already married five times.

Of course, it is too hunger to find flowers at this level of banquet. The purpose of the banquet was held by the hands of the Boston Consortium. One purpose was to re-create the covenant between the Boston consortium and the Star Ring trade to the capitalists of Manhattan Island. The other purpose is also very simple, that is to find a "partner" who divides the United States.

Even if the Boston Consortium and the Stars trade have a good relationship, Jiang Chen will not allow it to be a big one in North America after the war. This is just the second Morgan and Rockefeller. He doesn’t want to come out one day in the future. A family that can stand up against him in the Federal Council of the Earth.

Finance, energy, real estate, automobiles, railways, steel, manufacturing, and even movies and the Internet, monopolizing American wallets, is tantamount to monopolizing the future of Americans. Properly propped up a political family like Kennedy to occupy the seat of the Congress or even the White House. Even if freedom and equality are clearly written in the Constitution, he can easily emptied the votes of the American people.

With the help of Bernice, it is not difficult to find out the details of these people.

Coupled with the previous contact, Jiang Chen’s mind has already drawn up a rough list.

Although the first impression was a little one-sided, he believed that his instincts would not be too bad.

After all, as Zhang Yaping said, he did not have the time to slowly develop suitable candidates...