Chapter 108 Audience C (310 for subscription)
Abel didn't know where he was assigned to sit.
Ikana naturally didn't know, she just came here tonight as a female companion.
She didn't know how Abel was related to tonight's organizer.
In addition, because he is not keen on socializing, Abel rarely appeared in banquets of this level in New York before.
Ikana is even more unclear about where Abel might be arranged.
I just think of the attention that Abel received from those financial giants at the Hilton banquet last time.
Ikana thinks that Abel should not be placed in the third class.
Maybe in second class.
"There are so many tables. It's hard to find them one by one. Let's ask a waiter." Abel said.
Ikana nodded in agreement.
This is also the choice of most celebrities who participate in such social occasions.
Looking for one table by one, what kind of high society?
Generally speaking, the waiters who participated in this kind of banquet tonight.
It will also be required by the organizer to memorize the approximate location of most of the guests.
In this way, when the guests need it, they can better bring the guests to their places.
Usually these handsome men and beautiful women senior waiters, the normal monthly income is about 3,000 to 4,000 US dollars.
Serving a banquet of this caliber can make several hundred dollars a night.
In terms of requirements, they are naturally a little higher than ordinary waiters.
When Abel was about to ask a waiter, Ikana sharply saw two acquaintances walking in at the door.
This made her tease Abel involuntarily.
"What's wrong?" Abel looked sideways at her.
"Over there." Ikana didn't point fingers randomly, but looked at the door, "I remember you had a good chat with Barry Hilton last time. Look, Barry Hilton is here too."
Hearing what Ikana said, Abel also looked at the door, and said casually:
"Barry Hilton, okay. He was very enthusiastic, oh. His granddaughter came with him."
Tonight's banquet requires a female companion.
Abel brought Ikana.
But the female partner can be the relationship between Abel and Ikana.
It can also be a relationship between a boyfriend and a friend, and naturally it can also be a relationship between husband and wife.
It is also possible to bring your daughter or granddaughter.
While Abel saw Barry Hilton and Paris Hilton, the other party also saw their pair.
The height and appearance of Abel and Ikana.
Tonight, in this banquet attended by Hollywood superstars, it is also the most outstanding one.
Naturally more eye-catching, it is easy to attract the attention of others.
When Barry Hilton saw Abel, he immediately smiled and brought his granddaughter, walking towards this side.
Abel, who wanted to find a seat, had to pause and looked at the other party with a smile on his face.
As for Ikana, let alone.
Since entering here this evening, the generous and decent smile on her face has hardly stopped.
Abel felt a little tired for her.
"Hello, good evening. Mr. Smith." Barry Hilton walked over with a soft smile and said, "And Miss Lerner."
"Good evening, Mr. Hilton, and Miss Hilton." Abel responded.
Ikana also smiled: "Good evening, Mr. Hilton and Paris."
As a socialite in the city and at the same age, Ikana is obviously no stranger to Paris.
This can be seen from the fact that she greeted her by name, not Miss Hilton.
Paris is also soft, not at all like the crazy look behind. Showing everyone's ladylike temperament, they also responded to Abel and Ikana.
It's just that Paris's eyes have been on Abel and Ikana, and she seems to be looking at them non-stop.
Barry Hilton still wanted to chat with Abel a few more words, but it was about the time when the banquet was about to start.
There are more and more guests coming in, and the entrance is a bit crowded.
Abel suggested: "We can talk again when we have a chance, or we can find a seat first, see if we can sit together, and then talk?"
Barry Hilton also knew that it was really not good to be blocked near the door like this.
He smiled cheerfully and said, "Okay, okay, let's find a seat first."
There happened to be a beautiful female waiter passing by the four of them.
Barry Hilton asked a question.
The female waiter stopped with a polite and friendly smile, first glanced at the handsome Abel a few more times, and then opened her mouth to guide the guests:
"Mr. Barry Hilton? How about I take you there?"
"Okay. Sorry to trouble you, miss." Barry Hilton was handsome, and he looked at Abel:
"Mr. Smith, let's go over there and sit down first. Find a chance to talk later?"
"Okay." Abel smiled, and at the same time he called the other male waiter to stop.
Barry Hilton and granddaughter, being led to his seat.
It's just that Paris turns her head “inadvertently” from time to time, looking in the direction of Ikana and Abel.
Paris noticed that the male waiter led Abel and Ikana to another direction.
is the direction of the rostrum.
Paris, one of the culture masters in the ball field, speculated that maybe the other party would be the second-class guest.
Because my grandfather happened to be the second-class guest too.
But the seats between the two parties are in two directions of the same rank, so that's how it is?
Paris thought so.
"Mr. Hilton, this is your seat." The gentle voice of the beautiful female waiter sounded.
Paris turned her head and found that her grandfather and herself were in the second place on the field.
It is neither near nor far from the rostrum, and there are two rows of tables in front, which belong to the third row.
Strictly speaking, according to Paris' understanding.
This is a second-class seat, and the second row next to the first row is the second-class seat.
"Okay. Thank you." Barry Hilton led his granddaughter and sat down on the table and chair marked with Hilton's golden hollow text.
"Dear grandpa, look over there."
Just when Barry Hilton was a little thirsty and was going to ask the waiter to bring some drinks to quench his thirst first.
He heard his granddaughter say, "Look over there, that Mr. Smith and Ikana, how did they get there? Did the waiter go the wrong way or misidentified?"
Hearing the surprised voice of his granddaughter, Barry Hilton looked in the direction the granddaughter said.
Barry Hilton saw that Abel was led by the waiter.
He took Ikana's hand and sat at a table facing the rostrum in the middle of the first row.
"This seat."
Barry Hilton was very surprised: "It seems that the organizer of tonight attaches great importance to Mr. Smith."
"Why is that?" Paris' voice sounded a little sour.
According to Paris' understanding, that position is the first among the first in the banquet tonight.
It is facing the rostrum, which can be said to be the C position of the audience.
As one of the lovers of Ball culture, Paris always wants to sit in this seat when attending a banquet.
Sitting at that table means that you are either one of the most valued guests by the organizer.
Or simply one of the few people with the highest status among the guests.
"Why what?" Barry Hilton was confused.
Barry Hilton turned his head and saw the micro expression of his granddaughter.
This allowed Barry Hilton, who was very clear about his darling character, to know what Paris thought.
"Oh, you mean why can Mr. Smith sit there?" Barry Hilton asked.
Paris nodded hesitantly.
She did have some doubts about this aspect, but what she was even more dissatisfied with was—
Why can Ikana sit there!
"I don't know very well." Barry Hilton frowned slightly:
"It stands to reason that even if Mr. Smith could sit in the first row, he shouldn't sit in that important position. Could it be because of his first private placement?"
Don't talk about Paris.
Barry Hilton can't figure it out.
Abel himself couldn't figure it out either.
After Abel sat down, he noticed that Ikana looked a little nervous.
I was a little excited again.
He asked Ikana if she was feeling unwell.
Ikana said no, and then Ikana, who is also a master of ball field culture like Paris, told Abel about the specialness of the position he is in at the moment.
"C position in the audience?"
Abel was a little surprised, "What's going on? Could it be a mistake?"
Abel looked back at his seat. There was a soft silk cloth on it, and the English words of Abel Smith were engraved with golden silk threads.
The one sitting next to Ikana also has the same.
He was sitting right, he was a little curious.
Ikana shook her head lightly and said: "In such a prudent occasion, it is generally impossible to make mistakes.
Especially this most important table, maybe the organizer will come to check it himself, so there is no possibility of mistakes. "
"It seems that they think highly of me." Abel was surprised.
He was surprised, but Ikana was actually even more surprised.
Just as Paris thought, Ikana originally thought too.
Abel's assigned seat should be in the first row of the second row, more likely the second row of the second row.
Didn't see an old New Yorker like Barry Hilton.
Is also the ruler of one of the famous old rich families.
Was it only assigned to the second row, second level?
If my father, Ikana thinks, it is probably the third row and the first level at most.
Even worse than Barry Hilton.
But the reality is that D. Ted Lerner was not invited at all tonight.
Maybe incompetence, or maybe D. Ted Lerner wasn't the host's target guest.
And Abel shouldn't be invited, and the seat he's sitting in is still so outrageous.
For a while, Ikana, the famous "child of someone else's family", didn't know what was going on.
This side of the table.
The two were the first pair to sit down, when Ikana was excited and a little nervous, and her emotions were a little agitated and complicated.
The second pair of guests at this table came down after being escorted by the waiter.
Abel looked up and saw an old white man with pale hair. The old white man's female partner was also a white woman who didn't look young.
Then Abel saw these two people and sat down on the seat where the name "Pete Kahn" was written.
Right across from Abel and Ikana.
After sitting down, the old white man and woman seemed a little surprised to see Abel and Ikana looking young.
But the old white man immediately smiled and greeted Abel and Ikana softly:
"Good evening, Mr. Smith and Miss Lerner."
Abel doesn't know, if it's possible at this time.
Ikana wanted to stand up.
Because Abel didn't quite know the identities of the white men and women.
But Ikana knows.
"Hello, Mr. and Madam Pete Kahn." Abel responded with a smile.
Ikana's voice was a little out of control, but she immediately responded: "Hello, Mr. Kahn, and Mrs. Kahn, good evening."
"Good evening, Ikana. And this young gentleman." The old white woman, who was probably Peter Kahn's wife, smiled back at Ikana.
Seeing Abel's expressionless and calm expression, Peter Kahn smiled again.
Then Pete Kahn said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Smith doesn't know me. You know, our "Washington Daily" is the newspaper that has the most positive reports on you."
"Ha~" Abel smiled lightly, Peter Kahn said.
Let Abel also know his identity.
Peter Kahn is the current CEO of Dow Jones Group and the boss of the Wall Street Journal.
is also one of the organizers of this charity banquet held together with the Texas Commercial Bank tonight.
"Sorry, Mr. Kahn. I have social phobia, so I haven't come out before. I don't know many people, I'm sorry." Abel explained with a soft smile.
Pete Kahn nods, but Abel says social phobia or something.
Peter Kahn didn't believe it.
A Wall Street elite, a financial giant, really has social phobia.
The Wall Street Journal will probably sell hundreds of thousands more copies tomorrow.
Like Barry Hilton, Peter Kahn didn't quite understand why Abel and Ikana could sit at this table.
This table, except for the seats of Abel and Ikana.
The rest are all the names of today's organizers.
That is to say, tonight Abel and Ikana are sitting with the most important organizer.
Abel is not a real giant like Buffett and Soros in the United States who can sit in the C position wherever he goes.
He is not the CEO of Goldman Sachs, Merrill Lynch, Lehman, or Citigroup, but belongs to the real top giants of Wall Street.
Although Abel has already gained a reputation on Wall Street, he is highly valued by people in the financial field.
But Abel is young after all, and his accumulation and background are not enough.
If it is at a banquet in the financial field, it is understandable that the ranking is higher.
But at this kind of comprehensive charity banquet tonight, Peter Kahn really didn't understand that the queue was so advanced.
Pete Kahn kind of wants to ask John J. Parker of Texas Commercial Bank now.
Ask John J. Parker what's going on, what's going on with tonight's seating arrangements.
Because Dow Jones, although it is also one of the organizers of this charity party.
But the leader, and the main person in charge, is the Texas Commercial Bank.
That is to say, John J. Bo Lang, the general manager of the Texas Commercial Bank, New York branch.
is the main host tonight.
Not only Peter Kahn had such doubts, but several other tycoons who arrived later.
For example, the owner of the New York Post, the chairman of News Corporation Rupert Murdoch and his newly married Huaxia wife.
For example, the owner of the New York Times newspaper company, Arthur Oakes Sulzberger Jr. and his wife.
And Ms. Anne Hearst of the Hearst family, with her daughter Amanda Hearst.
These New York media giants have such doubts.
Chapter 108 Audience C (310 for subscription)
Abel didn't know where he was assigned to sit.
Ikana naturally didn't know, she just came here tonight as a female companion.
She didn't know how Abel was related to tonight's organizer.
In addition, because he is not keen on socializing, Abel rarely appeared in banquets of this level in New York before.
Ikana is even more unclear about where Abel might be arranged.
I just think of the attention that Abel received from those financial giants at the Hilton banquet last time.
Ikana thinks that Abel should not be placed in the third class.
Maybe in second class.
"There are so many tables. It's hard to find them one by one. Let's ask a waiter." Abel said.
Ikana nodded in agreement.
This is also the choice of most celebrities who participate in such social occasions.
Looking for one table by one, what kind of high society?
Generally speaking, the waiters who participated in this kind of banquet tonight.
It will also be required by the organizer to memorize the approximate location of most of the guests.
In this way, when the guests need it, they can better bring the guests to their places.
Usually these handsome men and beautiful women senior waiters, the normal monthly income is about 3,000 to 4,000 US dollars.
Serving a banquet of this caliber can make several hundred dollars a night.
In terms of requirements, they are naturally a little higher than ordinary waiters.
When Abel was about to ask a waiter, Ikana sharply saw two acquaintances walking in at the door.
This made her tease Abel involuntarily.
"What's wrong?" Abel looked sideways at her.
"Over there." Ikana didn't point fingers randomly, but looked at the door, "I remember you had a good chat with Barry Hilton last time. Look, Barry Hilton is here too."
Hearing what Ikana said, Abel also looked at the door, and said casually:
"Barry Hilton, okay. He was very enthusiastic, oh. His granddaughter came with him."
Tonight's banquet requires a female companion.
Abel brought Ikana.
But the female partner can be the relationship between Abel and Ikana.
It can also be a relationship between a boyfriend and a friend, and naturally it can also be a relationship between husband and wife.
It is also possible to bring your daughter or granddaughter.
While Abel saw Barry Hilton and Paris Hilton, the other party also saw their pair.
The height and appearance of Abel and Ikana.
Tonight, in this banquet attended by Hollywood superstars, it is also the most outstanding one.
Naturally more eye-catching, it is easy to attract the attention of others.
When Barry Hilton saw Abel, he immediately smiled and brought his granddaughter, walking towards this side.
Abel, who wanted to find a seat, had to pause and looked at the other party with a smile on his face.
As for Ikana, let alone.
Since entering here this evening, the generous and decent smile on her face has hardly stopped.
Abel felt a little tired for her.
"Hello, good evening. Mr. Smith." Barry Hilton walked over with a soft smile and said, "And Miss Lerner."
"Good evening, Mr. Hilton, and Miss Hilton." Abel responded.
Ikana also smiled: "Good evening, Mr. Hilton and Paris."
As a socialite in the city and at the same age, Ikana is obviously no stranger to Paris.
This can be seen from the fact that she greeted her by name, not Miss Hilton.
Paris is also soft, not at all like the crazy look behind. Showing everyone's ladylike temperament, they also responded to Abel and Ikana.
It's just that Paris's eyes have been on Abel and Ikana, and she seems to be looking at them non-stop.
Barry Hilton still wanted to chat with Abel a few more words, but it was about the time when the banquet was about to start.
There are more and more guests coming in, and the entrance is a bit crowded.
Abel suggested: "We can talk again when we have a chance, or we can find a seat first, see if we can sit together, and then talk?"
Barry Hilton also knew that it was really not good to be blocked near the door like this.
He smiled cheerfully and said, "Okay, okay, let's find a seat first."
There happened to be a beautiful female waiter passing by the four of them.
Barry Hilton asked a question.
The female waiter stopped with a polite and friendly smile, first glanced at the handsome Abel a few more times, and then opened her mouth to guide the guests:
"Mr. Barry Hilton? How about I take you there?"
"Okay. Sorry to trouble you, miss." Barry Hilton was handsome, and he looked at Abel:
"Mr. Smith, let's go over there and sit down first. Find a chance to talk later?"
"Okay." Abel smiled, and at the same time he called the other male waiter to stop.
Barry Hilton and granddaughter, being led to his seat.
It's just that Paris turns her head “inadvertently” from time to time, looking in the direction of Ikana and Abel.
Paris noticed that the male waiter led Abel and Ikana to another direction.
is the direction of the rostrum.
Paris, one of the culture masters in the ball field, speculated that maybe the other party would be the second-class guest.
Because my grandfather happened to be the second-class guest too.
But the seats between the two parties are in two directions of the same rank, so that's how it is?
Paris thought so.
"Mr. Hilton, this is your seat." The gentle voice of the beautiful female waiter sounded.
Paris turned her head and found that her grandfather and herself were in the second place on the field.
It is neither near nor far from the rostrum, and there are two rows of tables in front, which belong to the third row.
Strictly speaking, according to Paris' understanding.
This is a second-class seat, and the second row next to the first row is the second-class seat.
"Okay. Thank you." Barry Hilton led his granddaughter and sat down on the table and chair marked with Hilton's golden hollow text.
"Dear grandpa, look over there."
Just when Barry Hilton was a little thirsty and was going to ask the waiter to bring some drinks to quench his thirst first.
He heard his granddaughter say, "Look over there, that Mr. Smith and Ikana, how did they get there? Did the waiter go the wrong way or misidentified?"
Hearing the surprised voice of his granddaughter, Barry Hilton looked in the direction the granddaughter said.
Barry Hilton saw that Abel was led by the waiter.
He took Ikana's hand and sat at a table facing the rostrum in the middle of the first row.
"This seat."
Barry Hilton was very surprised: "It seems that the organizer of tonight attaches great importance to Mr. Smith."
"Why is that?" Paris' voice sounded a little sour.
According to Paris' understanding, that position is the first among the first in the banquet tonight.
It is facing the rostrum, which can be said to be the C position of the audience.
As one of the lovers of Ball culture, Paris always wants to sit in this seat when attending a banquet.
Sitting at that table means that you are either one of the most valued guests by the organizer.
Or simply one of the few people with the highest status among the guests.
"Why what?" Barry Hilton was confused.
Barry Hilton turned his head and saw the micro expression of his granddaughter.
This allowed Barry Hilton, who was very clear about his darling character, to know what Paris thought.
"Oh, you mean why can Mr. Smith sit there?" Barry Hilton asked.
Paris nodded hesitantly.
She did have some doubts about this aspect, but what she was even more dissatisfied with was—
Why can Ikana sit there!
"I don't know very well." Barry Hilton frowned slightly:
"It stands to reason that even if Mr. Smith could sit in the first row, he shouldn't sit in that important position. Could it be because of his first private placement?"
Don't talk about Paris.
Barry Hilton can't figure it out.
Abel himself couldn't figure it out either.
After Abel sat down, he noticed that Ikana looked a little nervous.
I was a little excited again.
He asked Ikana if she was feeling unwell.
Ikana said no, and then Ikana, who is also a master of ball field culture like Paris, told Abel about the specialness of the position he is in at the moment.
"C position in the audience?"
Abel was a little surprised, "What's going on? Could it be a mistake?"
Abel looked back at his seat. There was a soft silk cloth on it, and the English words of Abel Smith were engraved with golden silk threads.
The one sitting next to Ikana also has the same.
He was sitting right, he was a little curious.
Ikana shook her head lightly and said: "In such a prudent occasion, it is generally impossible to make mistakes.
Especially this most important table, maybe the organizer will come to check it himself, so there is no possibility of mistakes. "
"It seems that they think highly of me." Abel was surprised.
He was surprised, but Ikana was actually even more surprised.
Just as Paris thought, Ikana originally thought too.
Abel's assigned seat should be in the first row of the second row, more likely the second row of the second row.
Didn't see an old New Yorker like Barry Hilton.
Is also the ruler of one of the famous old rich families.
Was it only assigned to the second row, second level?
If my father, Ikana thinks, it is probably the third row and the first level at most.
Even worse than Barry Hilton.
But the reality is that D. Ted Lerner was not invited at all tonight.
Maybe incompetence, or maybe D. Ted Lerner wasn't the host's target guest.
And Abel shouldn't be invited, and the seat he's sitting in is still so outrageous.
For a while, Ikana, the famous "child of someone else's family", didn't know what was going on.
This side of the table.
The two were the first pair to sit down, when Ikana was excited and a little nervous, and her emotions were a little agitated and complicated.
The second pair of guests at this table came down after being escorted by the waiter.
Abel looked up and saw an old white man with pale hair. The old white man's female partner was also a white woman who didn't look young.
Then Abel saw these two people and sat down on the seat where the name "Pete Kahn" was written.
Right across from Abel and Ikana.
After sitting down, the old white man and woman seemed a little surprised to see Abel and Ikana looking young.
But the old white man immediately smiled and greeted Abel and Ikana softly:
"Good evening, Mr. Smith and Miss Lerner."
Abel doesn't know, if it's possible at this time.
Ikana wanted to stand up.
Because Abel didn't quite know the identities of the white men and women.
But Ikana knows.
"Hello, Mr. and Madam Pete Kahn." Abel responded with a smile.
Ikana's voice was a little out of control, but she immediately responded: "Hello, Mr. Kahn, and Mrs. Kahn, good evening."
"Good evening, Ikana. And this young gentleman." The old white woman, who was probably Peter Kahn's wife, smiled back at Ikana.
Seeing Abel's expressionless and calm expression, Peter Kahn smiled again.
Then Pete Kahn said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Smith doesn't know me. You know, our "Washington Daily" is the newspaper that has the most positive reports on you."
"Ha~" Abel smiled lightly, Peter Kahn said.
Let Abel also know his identity.
Peter Kahn is the current CEO of Dow Jones Group and the boss of the Wall Street Journal.
is also one of the organizers of this charity banquet held together with the Texas Commercial Bank tonight.
"Sorry, Mr. Kahn. I have social phobia, so I haven't come out before. I don't know many people, I'm sorry." Abel explained with a soft smile.
Pete Kahn nods, but Abel says social phobia or something.
Peter Kahn didn't believe it.
A Wall Street elite, a financial giant, really has social phobia.
The Wall Street Journal will probably sell hundreds of thousands more copies tomorrow.
Like Barry Hilton, Peter Kahn didn't quite understand why Abel and Ikana could sit at this table.
This table, except for the seats of Abel and Ikana.
The rest are all the names of today's organizers.
That is to say, tonight Abel and Ikana are sitting with the most important organizer.
Abel is not a real giant like Buffett and Soros in the United States who can sit in the C position wherever he goes.
He is not the CEO of Goldman Sachs, Merrill Lynch, Lehman, or Citigroup, but belongs to the real top giants of Wall Street.
Although Abel has already gained a reputation on Wall Street, he is highly valued by people in the financial field.
But Abel is young after all, and his accumulation and background are not enough.
If it is at a banquet in the financial field, it is understandable that the ranking is higher.
But at this kind of comprehensive charity banquet tonight, Peter Kahn really didn't understand that the queue was so advanced.
Pete Kahn kind of wants to ask John J. Parker of Texas Commercial Bank now.
Ask John J. Parker what's going on, what's going on with tonight's seating arrangements.
Because Dow Jones, although it is also one of the organizers of this charity party.
But the leader, and the main person in charge, is the Texas Commercial Bank.
That is to say, John J. Bo Lang, the general manager of the Texas Commercial Bank, New York branch.
is the main host tonight.
Not only Peter Kahn had such doubts, but several other tycoons who arrived later.
For example, the owner of the New York Post, the chairman of News Corporation Rupert Murdoch and his newly married Huaxia wife.
For example, the owner of the New York Times newspaper company, Arthur Oakes Sulzberger Jr. and his wife.
And Ms. Anne Hearst of the Hearst family, with her daughter Amanda Hearst.
These New York media giants have such doubts.
