America's Road to Wealth

".Is there any movement?"

"Everything is business as usual."

End of March.

It rained for the first time this year in New York.

The dark clouds all over the sky gathered the whole city in its arms.

No one likes rainy days like this in a busy metropolis like Manhattan, because it makes people almost breathless.

At night.

The rain has become much lighter, even though night has fallen.

It was still raining heavily, casting a mysterious veil over the night.

Abel raised the leg rests of the Maybach's independent executive seat, which was comparable to the back row of a first-class cabin on an airplane, and adjusted the seat according to his comfort.

Not long ago, you could vaguely hear the sound of rain hitting the car windows, but now you are surrounded by the sound of car horns, one after another.

Traffic jam again.

He spoke to Edward, who was acting as a temporary driver in front of him.

"Miss Theron's physical examination is normal, and there are no strangers around us."

"Not even if we proactively release some vulnerabilities."

Listening to Edward's reply, Abel, who was holding his chin with his right hand, asked, "Where's New York University?"

"It was difficult for our people to get close to Miss Lauren. She had Secret Service people with her."

"But we are certain that she has not left New York in recent times."

Edward answered.

Abel in the back car was lost in thought.

After he broke such "violent news".

Abel originally thought he would be under a lot of pressure from Texas.

Abel has even selfishly thought about how to release these pressures.

He has done his own ideological work.

He told himself——

People who have done something wrong should be punished.

However, March of this year has almost passed.

The Big Apple also got its first rain.

The anger Abel imagined did not come.

This made all his preparations useless.

Abel held his chin and looked at the rain outside the window, a little distracted.

Where did the flaw occur?

Du~du~du~

Abel stretched out his other hand and knocked lightly on the car window.

Abel felt that he was involved in conspiracy.

Really no ability.

First, the heart is not ruthless enough, and the bottom line and conscience are still there.

Second, it is true that my IQ is just that, and I have no expertise in this area.

He didn't want to consult his own advisory group about this kind of thing.

In the end, I became confused like this.

"call"

Abel took away his hand from knocking on the car window and let out a breath.

“Find a way to let Laura know where Charlize is staying.”

He said these last words to Edward.

The convoy moves forward in Manhattan on a rainy night.

The rain is getting heavier and the sky is getting darker.

After being stuck in traffic for about half an hour.

The motorcade arrived at the entrance of the InterContinental Hotel in upper Manhattan.

There is a high-end cocktail party here tonight.

Hosted by Bloomberg founder Michael Bloomberg.

Last year, Bloomberg was vague about his intentions.

At the beginning of this year, he was confirmed as the candidate of the Xiang Party.

That's Bloomberg's heart, and it's known to all passersby in New York.

Many newspapers have already reported that the founder of Bloomberg will participate in the New York election this year.

Bloomberg no longer concealed his views and became active on the political stage in New York.

As a friend and in some ways an ally of Michael Bloomberg.

Abel would naturally stand up sometimes.

Sometimes he had to attend a drinking party like tonight.

Compared to the high-profile cocktail parties held by the rich, Bloomberg’s cocktail party tonight was very low-key.

There were many guests that he could not invite due to his previous status as a wealthy man.

Tonight, because of his status as a party candidate, he attended the reception.

He had told Abel this beforehand.

So when Abel met and chatted with him at the entrance of the reception and banquet hall.

Two middle-aged guests named Vosro came later, and Abel was not surprised.

Michael Bloomberg went up to greet them enthusiastically, while Abel planned to go in first.

But one of the guests named Vosro stopped him very politely.

"Mr. Smith? Mr. Abel Smith? Hello, hello, I'm Jerlin Vosloo."

One of them, a middle-aged man named Voslo, walked a few steps over to shake hands with him.

Abel also stretched out his hand and shook his hand with a smile:

"Hello, I'm Abel Smith, hello Mr. Vosloo."

"Ha~ This is my wife, Irene Vosloo."

Jerlin Vosloo introduced the middle-aged woman next to him.

The other person also smiled and shook hands with Abel.

This made Michael Bloomberg feel a little envious and jealous.

You know this pair of Vossloh.

He was not so polite to Bloomberg, the host of tonight’s cocktail party.

But this was the attitude towards Abel.

Looking at Abel and the two Voslo who were slowly walking into the reception.

Bloomberg muttered in a low voice: "Madefak! Is the Mayflower's Blue Blood so popular?! Even Vossloh is not exempt from this!"

Even after muttering, Michael Bloomberg still had a warm smile on his face and continued to receive guests one after another.

Tonight is still very important for Bloomberg.

On Abel's side, he has already chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Jerlin Vosloo.

There is no doubt that this Vossloh is the Vossloh you think of.

Vossloh's base camp was originally in New York.

When New York was founded, most of the real estate from 22nd Street to 46th Street in Manhattan, from 5th Avenue to the Hudson River, was owned by the Vosslow family.

On the Chinese Internet, later generations often refer to Adams, Vosloo, Kennedy and Shrub as the four major American families.

This statement may or may not be true.

If you are right, then from a historical perspective, this is indeed the case.

But from a real perspective in the United States today, this is not the case.

First up is Adams.

They produced the first pair of relatives and commanders in American history.

In the first hundred years of the founding of the United States, it was indeed extremely prominent.

Even now, they still have a certain influence.

But more than two hundred years later, their strength is actually not as good as before.

After World War II, their influence on this country has declined very much.

If we look at the current game, they can be ranked in the top twenty at most.

When it comes to the four major families, we can only look at their historical influence.

The same goes for Vossloh.

They have produced uncles and nephews as commander-in-chief.

This gives them a great historical status.

But that nephew Voslo, he had a "hobby."

That was this nephew Voslo.

He likes to eat capitalists. Legend has it that he "eats" one capitalist a day.

Well, this actually refers to nephew Voslo.

He is the only person in the history of the United States who has been elected to four consecutive terms as president.

He once destroyed an American capitalist almost every day on average.

This gentleman wanted to reform even before World War II was over.

This reform has been erased from the traces and historical records of the United States.

If this reform is successful.

On the earth after World War II, there will be almost no place for capitalists to gain a foothold.

But he failed.

World War II is coming to an end and the Allies have won.

He passed away.

The cause was sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

After his death, nearly 80% of the reforms and paths he set were overturned.

The United States has gone to the other extreme.

Many years later, those who are interested can find out.

Obviously there have been two great commanders in history, and they both appeared in modern times.

But after his nephew, there has been no Vosloh in American politics.

Even Adams, a relic of the founding era, occasionally appears in the news.

But Vossloh really has no one left.

Is this disdain for descendants?

No, this is after the nephew.

American capitalists will be involuntarily afraid when they see "Vossloh".

Since his nephew Vossloh, there has been no Vossloh in America.

They don't allow Vossloh to appear!

That is to say, Vosloh left a rich political legacy, and the family was originally a top family in New York.

Otherwise, it’s not even clear whether Vossloh is still there now.

Fortunately, decades have passed.

The magic of time heals fears and scars.

There are still very few words about "Vossloh" appearing in the media.

Otherwise, the younger generation like Jerlin Vosloo.

It is impossible to show up at a drinking party like tonight.

Abel, a young man, actually didn’t know much about this.

And Jerlin Vosloo is so enthusiastic, he still has to deal with it even if he is just trying to make ends meet.

This scene fell in the eyes of many old New Yorkers.

"Oh~" An old man who was talking to Robert Morgenthau suddenly pointed at Abel and Voslo in the direction behind Robert.

"Look over there. Robert, that little guy doesn't look like he knows it yet."

Robert Morgenthau turned around and saw Abel having a "happy chat" with Jerlin Vosloo.

This scene made Robert frown.

"Peggy." Robert suddenly said to his granddaughter beside him:

"Abel is here. You and he are friends. How about calling him over here to chat with us old men?"

Paige was stunned for a moment, then realized something. She smiled and nodded, then turned around and went to the back to find Abel.

Soon, Peggy Morgenthau took Abel, who was a little confused, away from Jerlin Vosloo and his wife.

After he left, Jerlin Vosloo couldn't help but sigh deeply.

His wife reached out to hold him and comforted her husband softly:

"It's okay, Jaylin. He's just a young man. Besides, we shouldn't come to such a drinking party."

Jerlin Vosloo smiled wryly in return, but quickly cheered up.

He said: "It's good to have you, my dear."

The couple held hands sweetly.

Abel followed Peggy and came to Robert's small circle.

The small circle was all old men and women, including Robert, and there were five of them.

It looked like two old white couples, and Robert and his granddaughter.

"Good evening, Robert. Good evening, gentlemen and ladies."

Abel walked over and took the initiative to say hello to these old guys.

He didn't know them.

But Abel knew that none of the guys who could appear here tonight were simple.

"Hello, Mr. Smith. My name is Jaken Frelinghuysen and this is my wife, Linda Frelinghuysen."

Abel was moved when he heard that the other party's surname was relatively rare in the United States.

He remembered that in the United States Congress, there was a member named Frilinghuysen.

The reason why his memory is so clear is because he knows this Frelinghuysen family.

They are one of the famous "Congressional Families" in the upper echelons of the United States.

The so-called Congress families refer to those families in which Congress members often appear.

Statistics once showed that in one session of the U.S. Congress.

On average, more than 17% of members of Congress come from family members.

There are more than 700 families in the United States that have sent at least two family members to Congress.

Frilinghuysen was one of the best. They seemed to have produced five or six members of parliament.

Similar families include Harrison, Kennedy, Adams, Hamilton, Taft and so on.

The United States announced to the world that they had long abolished the hereditary system of aristocracy.

But they didn't tell the world that they were doing something else.

The effect is even better.

"Hello. Mr. and Mrs. Frilinghuysen. I am Abe Smith." Abel smiled and shook hands with the other party.

Then there was another pair of old guys, the other's name was Huck Taft.

After the greetings, Jaken Frelinghuysen said casually:

"Mr. Smith, are you friends with Jerlin Vosloo?"

Abel didn't know why he asked this, but he didn't actually know Jerlin Vosloo.

I just happened to meet him when I came in.

The other person is so enthusiastic that it's hard to get rid of him.

Abel was neither humble nor arrogant, and told this matter generously.

Huck Taft smiled beside him and said:

"That's no wonder. You are a young man after all. The main reason is that Mr. Smith, you are so good that sometimes you make us forget your age. Forget that your age is only a quarter of ours."

Jaken Frilinghuysen smiled and nodded beside him.

Abel smiled, wondering what kind of medicine these two old white men were selling.

Fortunately, there was an old acquaintance named Morgenthau next to him, so this didn't make him feel bored.

This is what the old men started talking about later, and many of them were about the Capitol Hill side.

The more he listened, the more bored he became, and he couldn't help but start chatting with Peggy Morgenthau.

"Peggy, it seems like every time Robert attends a cocktail party, he takes you with him."

"No. Sophia, Anna, and others are sometimes brought out by grandfather. Grandfather's female companions are usually us."

Robert Morgenthau's wife had long since died.

Starting a few years ago, when the old man attended cocktail parties and banquets, his female companions were replaced by his granddaughters.

But Paige didn't say that, she was indeed the one who was taken out the most.

She alone accounts for half of it.

Several other cousins, together there are as many as hers

According to Robert, it's because Peggy is the smartest and most like him.

"That's right." Seeing the old men chatting animatedly, Abel lowered his voice slightly and whispered to Peggy.

"I always feel that you deliberately called me here from Jerlin. Why?"

Paige's beautiful eyebrows raised slightly, "Don't you know that Vosloo is a taboo in New York?"

"Well, I don't know." Abel said confidently, "I'm not from New York."

Here we go again.

Peggy thought to herself, but she still said softly:

"Now you know. Just remember to stay away from them in the future. Grandpa asked me to call you over just now."

"All right."

Abel noted this, but he had no idea why Vosloo was taboo in New York.

Obviously my ancestors were so badass.

But when he thought about it carefully, he realized that it had been more than a year since he came to New York.

It seems that in the daily drinking parties and interactions, there is indeed not much trace of Vossloh.

We met tonight, and he would chat a little more.

Unexpectedly, it looks like there is still a problem?

"But why was Bloomberg so enthusiastic about them just now?" Abel said suddenly.

"Probably because your friend doesn't know about this like you." Peggy said calmly.

Abel thought about it and felt that it was really possible.

Bloomberg is a postal-age man, and his father is a clerk in a milk company.

This kind of background can only be regarded as a grassroots background.

Previously, I was mainly involved in the business world, so it’s possible that I didn’t understand certain taboos.

The reception soon officially started, and Bloomberg came in.

About sixty or seventy people gathered in a spacious hall with an area of ​​more than a thousand square meters, using the buffet style.

That is, everyone is walking through the cocktail party, constantly talking and chatting with other guests.

This is how relationships are built up slowly and little by little, and this is one of the social patterns these people are most passionate about.

Abel was not bored. He occasionally chatted with Peggy or the guests who came to talk to him.

Today, as one of the new giants on Wall Street.

He also has a certain status in this kind of Zhengzhi cocktail party.

What's more, if you really hang out in a place like this for a long time.

These guests can also easily know his good relationship with families such as Shrub and Morgenthau.

If you don't look at anything else, just look at Robert Morgenthau's favorite granddaughter, who keeps talking to him.

Halfway through the reception, Bloomberg ran a lap.

Finally came to this small circle.

By this time, both old guys, Jaken Frilinghuysen and Huck Taft, had gone elsewhere.

"Hi, Michael. You look really high-spirited tonight."

When it comes to Bloomberg, Abel is much more proactive.

"Choke~"

Abel smiled and clinked the red wine glass with the other party.

"Haha~" Bloomberg said with a smile: "The guests were so enthusiastic! They made me drink a lot of wine. I am not in high spirits, but I feel like I am almost drunk!"

Bloomberg has hosted such receptions several times since March.

But the first few times, the guests who came were of average status.

Until this time, New York party bosses finally had a unified voice.

As a party candidate, he finally received the full support of the New York Elephant Party.

Only then did guests of today's level arrive.

What happened tonight was what Bloomberg had been waiting for.

"Drinking is a good thing. But don't be greedy." Robert Morgenthau, an old donkey, suddenly laughed.

Yes, Robert has always been an asshole.

But can’t the Donkey Party appear at the banquet hosted by the Elephant Party?

That's not necessarily the case.

Not to mention that this cocktail party is not exclusive to the Xiang Party.

Even if it is exclusive to the elephant party, it is normal for some donkey parties to appear.

After all, this is still the period of donkey/elephant duality.

The era of all-out confrontation has not yet come.

These Abel are not in the mood.

He is interested in making money and increasing his influence.

Now that Bloomberg and Robert are here.

Abel wanted to talk about the Hudson Bay Plaza again.

The story about Roosevelt is really interesting. If you are interested, you can check it out. I saw it on Station B and NGA. After reading it, it was an eye-opener. It was a path I had never imagined, but it was a pity that it died before it was officially taken.