America's Road to Wealth

Abel did not lie to David.

His date at noon was really not a Hollywood actress.

But a New York socialite.

It's in New York's upper class society,

D. Ikana Lerner is much more famous than her own father, D. Ted Lerner.

Almost half a month has passed since the last time I met Ikana.

This time it was Abel who asked her out to have lunch together.

The place for lunch was "The Steakhouse at the Modern Hotel", a tire three-star restaurant on the Upper East Side.

That’s right, the name of this restaurant is “The Steakhouse at the Modern Hotel.”

The English name is Steak shop in a modern hotel, which is the literal translation of the name.

Chinese people look weird, but many stores and companies in the United States actually have names like this.

This store features beautiful views overlooking Central Park.

As well as a variety of delicious steaks and American catering.

The price is actually not expensive, the per capita consumption is about 90$.

Well, to the average working-class American.

Still quite expensive.

Abel chose the restaurant because he liked the steak.

But the position was chosen by Ikana and determined by her.

"The chef of this restaurant once worked in my house."

Sitting opposite Abel, today's Ikana is wearing a white top with a hint of purple, and a lavender skirt on the bottom, with the skirt swaying slightly.

She had beautiful long blond hair that hung around her waist and big, unfathomable blue eyes.

On her feet were white high-heeled shoes, estimated to be about 10 centimeters.

Matching her height,

Abel felt that when she stood up, she might not be shorter than him.

This is also a standard Yangma, a little taller than Liv Tyler who is 178cm.

Very beautiful, very modern woman, very exquisitely dressed and well-dressed.

"I like the steak here." Abel said with a smile while appreciating her obviously meticulously dressed face:

“Many people like their steak medium-rare, six-rare, or even medium-rare.

Maybe I'm weird, I like it well-done. "

"It just so happens that this restaurant can cook the steaks fully cooked and ensure a certain degree of tenderness."

“That’s why I love eating here.”

D. Ikana Lerner was slightly surprised after hearing Abel's request for steak.

Her father also loved steak well-done.

That's why she asked the current chef of this restaurant to be her personal chef.

But that was several years ago.

At that time, the chef was not so famous.

Later, when her father went bankrupt for the seventh time, he couldn't afford a private chef.

This chef who could make a well-cooked steak tender and tender left the Lerner family.

She smiled and said: "Okay. This hobby of yours is not bad.

Eat fully cooked food, which is easier to digest. Better for the body. "

Abel shrugged, and then the waiter from the restaurant came over.

"Good afternoon, sir and madam." The beautiful waitress smiled and had a first-class service attitude.

But her service was interrupted.

A male chef in his fifties wearing a tall hat appeared behind her.

"Lina, let me do it." The chef said to the maid with a smile.

"Chef Stephen?!" the waiter said in surprise.

"Let me come, okay? Lina."

"OK."

The female waiter left quickly. She couldn't afford to offend the most important chef in the store.

"Mr. Smith, is this the old rule?" After the waiter Lina walked away in surprise.

The chef, wearing a chef's costume, came to Abel and D. Ikana Lerner with a smile and said.

"Mr. Stephen?" Ikana whispered in surprise when she saw the chef.

"You know? Oh, Stephen used to be your father's chef."

Abel smiled beside him and then said:

“That’s right, just stick to the old rules.

Also, dear Stephen, how are you thinking? "

Ikana didn’t know what Abel’s “old rules” were.

She was more curious now what Abel asked Stephen to consider.

"Think it over carefully." Stephen, the chef of this restaurant, responded with a smile:

"Mr. Smith, I'd love to work for you.

I have submitted my resignation to my former boss, the day after tomorrow at the latest.

I can go to your place to report. "

"Very good."

Abel smiled and said, "That way, I can eat the steak you cooked every day."

"It's a great honor~" Stephen bent slightly and said with a smile.

"you."

Ikana said in surprise.

"It's just as you thought." Abel smiled, "I particularly like Stephen's cooking skills.

I extended an invitation to him last week.

Obviously, Stephen agreed to my request. "

"Yes." Stephen said with a smile, "I have already submitted my resignation."

After hearing this, Ikana didn't know what to say.

After a few seconds, she said leisurely:

"If this is the case. Abel, the owner of this restaurant will hate you to death."

"That has nothing to do with me." Abel shrugged:

"Stephen is more willing to work for me. That proves that my conditions are more attractive to Stephen."

"Are you right? Stephen."

"You are right, sir."

Seeing Stephen's cooperation, the protagonist smiled and said: "Let's help this lady order food first."

"OK."

"Ms. Ikana." Stephen obviously still remembered Ikana. He smiled and said, "What would you like to eat? Is it the same as before?"

"Yes." Ikana said, "Please give me medium rare. Forget it."

She changed her words: "Bring me a well-done steak, too."

She suddenly wanted to try the flavors that her father and Abel liked.

"Okay. I'll make arrangements right away. Mr. Smith, please wait a moment."

"no problem."

Stephen left.

Ikana couldn't help but look at Abel and found that the latter was looking down at Central Park.

This gave her a chance to take a good, secret look at the other person.

The man had many characteristic Anglo-Saxon features.

Blonde, blue eyes, white skin, tall and strong, with slightly droopy outer eyelids and sunken eye sockets, that is, slightly triangular eyes.

But this kind of triangular eyes will not make his eyes look small.

Instead, his eyes looked like a hawk looking at a wolf, full of aggression.

His face was vertical, as if cut by a knife. Except for his straight nose, there were no obvious abrupt points.

Unlike Germans like her who are slightly rounder, Angsa people look more aggressive in appearance.

From the perspective of physiology and ethnicity, Ikana made this evaluation of Abel's appearance.

Aesthetically speaking, the Anglo-Saxons rarely produce handsome men.

But the Abel in front of him was different.

She thought the man in front of her was handsome.

At the same time, he is masculine and impeccable in appearance.

Among the Angsa race, beautiful men are not very common.

"Look below."

Suddenly, Ikana heard Abel say this.

At the same time, his eyes returned to her.

She quickly retracted her admiring "beautiful" eyes and responded subconsciously, "Huh?"

Abel snickered in his heart, although his attention was down there just now.

But Ikana's eyes and dazed movements were also noticed.

He didn't expose the other party, but pointed out the window and downstairs.

It was Central Park, an open space in front of the building where the restaurant was located.

Ikana looked in the direction he pointed and found a fenced construction land.

The area is not large, probably tens of thousands of square feet, maybe smaller.

There is a fence outside, and some construction materials and tools are stored in the open space inside, as well as a small excavator.

This is not elegant at all.

It greatly ruins the atmosphere of Central Park for guests in this location of the restaurant.

"What's wrong? It's an open space, I remember it was"

She recalled it carefully, and then said: "It belongs to the Teplan Real Estate Group. It has been vacant for two years due to entangled property rights issues."

"Yeah." Abel nodded and suddenly said: "If we build a skyscraper on this land.

Considering that it is only one street away from Central Park, it must be able to make a lot of money. "