America's Road to Wealth

It was probably around 7pm.

One of the initiators of today's charity banquet.

The main leader is John J. Bolang, general manager of the New York Branch of Texas Commerce Bank.

He finally came out from the backstage with his wife and came to the table with Abel and others.

His arrival announced the beginning of this charity banquet.

But before that, John J. Brown first wanted to chat with the bosses and CEOs of several major media and discuss the evening's situation.

John J. Brown smiled and chatted with Murdoch and others.

He sat down next to Abel, sitting directly next to Abel in the seat that had been vacant.

"Good evening, Mr. Smith," John J. Brown said with a smile.

Abel also smiled back: "Good evening, Mr. Brown."

He always had the feeling that John J. Brown was coming for him.

"You can call me John, just like I want to call you Abel directly." John J. Brown added.

Abel shrugged, "Why not? We could do that, John."

"Haha~" John J. Brown smiled softly.

The interaction between the two attracted the attention of the guests at this table.

Next to Ikana is Amanda Hurst, whose beautiful eyes have lingered on Abel many times.

This made Ikana a little nervous.

"Ha~ Abel, maybe you are a little confused. You are wondering why I invited you." John J. Brown said.

Abel nodded, he was indeed a little confused.

But the question was not why John J. Brown invited himself.

But I wonder why John J. Brown put himself in this position.

If the ball court culture Ikana said is true.

Then this position can really be said to be the C position tonight.

At this table, except for him and Ikana, Amanda Hurst next to Ikana.

The other guests were all older, or simply elderly.

Really eye-catching.

"because."

John J. Brown smiled implicitly, and then said softly in a voice that only Abel could hear:

“Because you’re a Texan, because I’m a Texan.”

Hearing this, Abel couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He looked at John J. Brown, his eyes seemed to say——

[Are you FXXK kidding me? 】

There were nearly two hundred guests present.

The Texans dare not say more, but there must be a dozen or so.

So why don't other Texans sit here?

John J. Brown also knew his doubts.

The guy laughed again, and then said, "Well, old Alex and I are friends."

This time John J. Brown's voice was more normal and could be heard by other guests at the table.

"Alex." Abel read softly. This was the name of Abel's grandfather, Alex Smith.

Alexander Smith is fifty-two, and Emily seems to be fifty.

Alex Smith, Alexander’s father and Abel’s grandfather, seems to be in his seventies, Abel remembers.

Alex and his wife have lived in Houston or Dallas most of their lives.

I rarely go back to Smith Farm anymore.

Most of them are Alexander's family, who go to those two cities to meet the two old people on Christmas and Christmas Eve, or other important holidays.

Alex was once one of the celebrities in Tarrant County and also served as a director of the NRA Association.

The old man used to be a shareholder of the Houston Rockets and Texas Rangers, but now the shares have been handed over to his son.

Abel looked at John J. Brown. This guy was probably in his fifties.

Being a Texan again, it makes sense knowing Alex Smith.

Just because he knew his grandfather, he arranged himself in this seat.

Abel didn't believe it.

"Okay." Looking at Abel's expression, John J. Brown lowered his voice again.

It was still a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"So. As a Texan, he is still the Wolf of Wall Street who is in the spotlight on Wall Street right now."

"You must have heard of First National Bank of Dallas, First City National Bank of Houston, Republic National Bank of Dallas, and Texas Commerce Bank. Have you heard of the names of these banks?"

“If you haven’t heard of these, then maybe you’ve heard of names like Tannico, Lin-Temco-Vought, Hughes Aircraft, and Texas Instruments?”

When John J. Brown finished speaking these words, even just naming the banks.

Abel already understood the meaning of John J. Brown and the identity of John J. Brown.

I really came here just for myself! !

Because of these companies and banks, they represent a huge force in the United States.

This huge force is called the Texas Consortium by the outside world.

This is a consortium as famous as Rockefeller, MG, First Citigroup, Chicago, California, etc., and is the largest force in Texas.

At the same time, it is also one of the most powerful components in the military-industrial complex in the United States.

"I've heard of it." Abel responded calmly and calmly: "So, John, what do you mean?"

"Hahaha~" John J. Brown laughed loudly.

This time John J. Brown's voice became louder again.

The kind that everyone at this table can hear.

“It should be said that we meant it, not me.

Abel, you are a fine Texan and a fine young man. "

"We are very surprised by your achievements on Wall Street."

"Everyone likes you very much. No, I should say they like you very, very much."

"Now, do you understand what I mean, or what we mean?"

In the face of John J. Brown's unabashed, hearty laughter and words.

Several media tycoons present were quick-thinking.

Already through John J. Brown's Fragments of Words and Identity.

Some people have vaguely guessed the reason why John J. Brown let Abel sit in the C position tonight.

And Abel himself also guessed the reason.

He guessed that John J. Brown represented or symbolized a certain force behind him.

Texas Consortium.

Compared with other consortiums, the Texas consortium is one of the top ten consortiums in the United States, with relatively weak bank capital and the worst financial strength.

Although it has 4 banks and 3 insurance companies, it has not formed a strong financial core.

At this point, it's not as good as its peers.

But at the same time, because of being grounded in Texas and the American South.

This consortium also owns strong industrial, industrial and energy capital, and also controls part of the military-industrial complex.

Earlier.

Abel has thought about it since he is a Texan.

In fact, you can lick this consortium.

If you can hug this thick leg, I dare not say anything else, but it will definitely be much safer personally.

It's just that his abilities are basically in finance.

Texas and the American South are very weak in this area.

There are no conditions for him to perform. Only Wall Street is his stage.

So he came to Wall Street.

Later, when he became stronger, he couldn't lower his face to lick it again.

Now, he already has the capital to sell at a high price.

He was willing to accept it and become a part of something powerful.

Because wanting to eat alone doesn’t exist in the United States.

Unless you have superhuman abilities and can fight against a country alone.

It is also the country with the most powerful military strength in the world.

Otherwise, in this country, if you eat alone, you will easily be attacked by a group.

Before you grew up eating alone enough to stand up to everyone else, maybe even before you even revealed the idea.

He must have been attacked by everyone long ago. The most likely outcome is to commit suicide by being shot eight times in the back.

He knows this very well, and this situation is not limited to the United States.

This is the case in most places in the world, where those with vested interests first face rising stars.

"I understand." Abel smiled in response to John J. Brown, "Yes, because I am a Texan. Because you are too, I am right, John."

"That's right." John J. Brown laughed heartily again.

At this time, Murdoch and others figured out the key.

The look in his eyes towards Abel also became different.

[This boy seems to have been accepted by the Southerners. Then you have to pay more attention in the future. 】

Murdock thought.

Not long ago, Murdoch's "New York Post" actually exaggerated and criticized Abel to a certain extent.

It's just that the level is not deep, just a superficial description.

Those reports at the time were requested by some of Murdoch's friends.

Because of favors.

So Murdoch did.

But now, if anyone asks Murdoch to do such a thing again.

Murdoch would do the same.

But the premise must be sufficient returns, otherwise Murdoch will also have to take care of his southern market in the United States.

This is the benefit of being organized and joining certain forces.

Even though Abel has not actually joined the Texas consortium yet.

But it's enough to make people worry.

Southerners can be scary sometimes.

Murdoch thought so, and several other media tycoons around him also guessed that their thoughts were similar to Murdoch's.

"Okay." John J. Brown raised his head and stopped talking to Abel.

He said: "The time is up, then I will go up first."

Everyone else nodded, because the time had come for the theme of tonight's charity banquet.

That's a donation.

John J. Brown would go up and speak first, and then encourage everyone to get up and donate.

This is a normal process for most charity-themed banquets.

John J. Brown left soon, but his wife, a lady about fifty years old who seemed kind-hearted, did not leave.

She even said to Abel: "Abel, I want to talk to your female companion. Can you change places with her?"

Mrs. Brown was very friendly, and Abel couldn't refuse.

But he still turned to look at Ikana, who had to let the latter agree.

Ikana herself was surprised that she did not know John J. Brown's wife.

In fact, it had only been a few months since John J. Brown arrived in New York.

"Okay. I'm happy too." Ikana smiled.

In this case, Abel got up and changed positions with Ikana.

Then he saw Ikana and John J. Brown's wife, and they chatted skillfully.

Hmm. It seems that both of them are excellent scholars of ball field culture.

In the social aspect, they are obviously masters.

"Hello Mr. Smith."

Just when Ikana was chatting happily with John J. Brown's wife, Abel felt a little bored after listening to a few words.

He heard a soft voice to his left.

Abel turned around and saw Amanda Hurst looking at him with a smile.

The greeting just now came from her mouth.

Abel didn't notice when he turned to look at Amanda Hearst and Amanda Hearst said hello.

There was some panic in Ikana's eyes for a moment.

But it was not obvious and was quickly covered up by Ikana.

"Hello, Miss Hurst." Abel responded to Amanda Hurst.

Amanda Hurst has blond hair. At the age of 16, she is already slim and graceful.

Her eyes and nose are very beautiful, and when she smiles, she looks better than Ikana.

Due to her age, she also looks more childish and girlish.

Even Abel felt that in terms of appearance.

Whether it's Paris or Ikana, in the circle of New York's richest ladies, Amanda Hearst is better than both of them.

Compared to Ikana's mature and elegant red dress tonight, Amanda wore a pure white princess dress.

It looks cuter and more loli.

Abel also noticed when Amanda Hurst spoke softly to him.

Her mother, Anne Hearst, is the true heir to the Hearst Corporation.

It was as if she didn't know her daughter was talking to her. She was chatting with Murdoch's Chinese wife on the other side.

"Mr. Smith, you look so young. I read on the information that you are only twenty years old. You have achieved this at the age of twenty. Looking at the entire United States, there is no one as good as you."

Amanda Hurst's voice is soft and girlish.

Considering her age, Abel felt it was understandable.

"Ha~ Miss Hester, I really like hearing your compliments. You are also very beautiful." Abel responded with a smile.

Then he heard Amanda Hearst suddenly speak:

"Mr. Smith, I have a humble request. I wonder if you can consider it."

"Huh?" Abel raised his eyebrows.

He wanted to say, since you know it is an unkind invitation.

Then why do you bring it up?

But of course, this kind of thing cannot be said directly.

That would be so unsocial.

"I graduated from Choate Rosemary High School this year and have attended Boston University," Amanda Hurst said.

Boston University is a private university in the United States and one of the prestigious universities.

She continued: "Recently, my teacher, Mr. Qiao John, gave us an assignment.

This was a short-term internship. He asked us to enter a Wall Street company and serve as interns for a week. "

"I don't know other Wall Street companies. So I want to ask, can I work in your company? For a week, without any salary."

"Of course." She said softly: "If you don't mind and are willing to pay my salary, then I can accept it. Haha~"

the other side.

Ikana, who seemed to be having a pleasant chat with John J. Brown's wife.

But he has been listening to the conversation between the two people.

At this time Ikana heard Amanda Hurst say this.

In her mind, Ikana couldn't help but curse.

【Bichi! ! ! 】