America's Road to Wealth

When the gorgeous stage came to an end, Abel only took home the inevitable Best Newcomer Award.

But the best album failed, Avril Lavigne smiled a little reluctantly, and Britney comforted Avril Lavigne from time to time.

As soon as the three people walked out of Staples Stadium, they were surrounded by reporters who had been waiting for them.

Even if there are rock security staff and stadium security guards who block it.

There was no way to stop the madness of these reporters, and the scene suddenly became extremely chaotic.

Obviously, because of Abel Smith.

This year's Grammys attracted significantly more attention than in previous years.

Not to mention other aspects, just in terms of the number of reporters and the types of coverage, it will definitely far exceed the Grammy Awards shows in previous years.

The reporters here today are except for the paparazzi reporters from the entertainment media.

There are also a lot of financial, business, and even social news, as well as reporters from super newspapers.

They all appeared here because of Abel's appearance.

There are even some big journalists in there, such as Pulitzer Prize winners.

This chaotic scene is a test for security work and safety.

But Grammy is not stupid either.

Whatever the NBA is willing to do, the Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences of the National Academy of Sciences is also willing to cooperate.

The reporters who can get close to Abel have been selected by the rock security staff.

Only when safety is ensured can so many reporters get close.

Journalists also want to seize this hard-won opportunity.

An opportunity to interview Abe Smith up close.

Except for a few big reporters from Smith Media.

At present, there are very few in the world.

So far, Abel Smith has been interviewed by a large number of reporters, totaling no more than three times!

With such an excellent opportunity, even if he won the Pulitzer Prize, he still had no regard for face at this time.

Like the craziest paparazzi reporters, they shocked Abel's bodyguards and stadium security guards to the point of collapse.

In the frenzy of dazzling flashes and the sound of shutters.

Countless microphones were handed to Abel.

The crazy reporters also asked Abel various questions in the loudest voices they had ever heard.

Even for these questions, they knew that Abel would not answer most of them.

But they are also willing to shout until their throats are broken, no matter what.

What if...what if Abel replied?

"...Mr. Smith. Why did you accompany Ms. Spears and Ms. Lavigne to the Grammys? Are they your new girlfriends?"

"Mr. Smith. It is said that the Grammy only awarded 15 awards to Music DreamWorks in order to invite you to attend. Is this true?"

"Mr. Smith. I am John Addans, a reporter from the Los Angeles Times. I won last year's Pulitzer Prize. I wonder if you can accept my exclusive interview?"

"Mr. Smith, what do you think of the California Pacific Electric accident?"

"Mr. Smith, it is said that you have..."

"..."

The reporters asked a lot of questions and were very noisy.

Abel wore the same sunglasses he wore when going out in front of the flashing lights that turned the night into day.

Reporters saw him say a few words to Edward.

The expressionless security captain then shouted loudly.

"The selected gentlemen and ladies have the opportunity to ask questions. But their voices must be quiet. If the noise continues, Mr. Smith will leave."

As soon as Edward's voice fell, the frantic reporters fell silent instantly.

One reporter reacted quickly. She didn't say anything but raised her hands high.

Other reporters also woke up and silently raised their hands, hoping that they could be selected.

In just a few seconds, the scene turned from noisy to quiet.

Abel smiled and nodded, looking around the crowd of reporters.

He pointed casually and saw that it was a pretty, youthful and relatively young beautiful reporter.

Seeing the candidates chosen by Abel, the reporters present felt a burst of self-pity and self-pity.

[As expected of Smith, the first choice is a beautiful reporter. 】

【Ah...if only I were a woman. 】

[I need to tell the editor when I get back that I need to train one or two beautiful talents in the future...]

【……】

In the complicated minds of other reporters.

That beautiful lucky person, her face flushed with joy, squeezed out of the crowd, and excitedly introduced herself:

"Mr. Smith. Hello, I am a reporter from The New Yorker. My name is Emily Miller. I am from Louisiana. My measurements are 105, 62, 109. I..."

Looking at this incoherent beauty, Abel shook his head helplessly.

Britney next to her said angrily:

"Ms. Miller, I just want you to ask a question. This is not a date. Where are your journalistic qualities?"

The reporters were also speechless for a while, wondering if they were really cruel and brainless.

So beautiful, with such a good figure, but so stupid...

There were already other reporters who couldn't help but want to ridicule him.

At this time, the beautiful reporter with blond hair and blue eyes suddenly showed an excited, twisted and weird smile on her slightly red face.

Then, with countless reporters watching, she yelled, "ALHBKL!!"

Amidst the shouting, the beautiful reporter rushed forward, and the scene was chaotic.

Abel frowned, holding Britney and Avril's hands and quickly retreating.

Edward and the other three King Kong instantly stood in front of him.

The surrounding rock security staff rushed up like crazy tigers.

next moment.

boom!

There was a huge explosion outside the Staples Center.

The explosion was so loud that it could be heard for more than ten miles.

There was a huge uproar.

After the huge explosion, reporters took pictures of Abel Smith's handsome face, which was covered in blood.

The world's richest man was attacked, and the scene was chaotic. Abel Smith's condition was unknown and he might have been seriously injured...

All this happened here.

It was also instantly broadcast to the entire United States through on-site reporters, connected interview vehicles, and interview centers, and spread throughout the world in a very short period of time.

In just ten minutes, the entire United States and even most of the world suddenly became lively.

…

…

The explosion sounded outside Staples Center 10 minutes later.

Manhattan, New York.

It was about ten o'clock at night.

Since taking office nearly a month ago, Bloomberg, who has been working hard to maintain an image of being close to the people and diligent, just came out of the city hall.

Under the "secret photography" of some reporters, Mr. Mayor, surrounded by several bodyguards, was walking to his car.

As soon as he reached the open car door, he saw one of his secretaries running out of the car in a hurry.

From a long distance away, the secretary shouted:

"Mr. Bloomberg, Mr. Bloomberg! Something big is going on. Wait a minute, something big is going on."

Bloomberg frowned. He felt that this secretary was somewhat unqualified.

Didn’t you see some reporters outside taking pictures here?

Shouting like this in public.

It really doesn’t fit the style of a New York City secretary!

Michael planned to find an excuse to fire this guy in two days!

"What happened? Jack, calm down. Except for the Muhai battle, there is nothing worth worrying about."

Bloomberg said calmly but dissatisfiedly.

At this time, the secretary had already run to Bloomberg.

The secretary gasped and whispered to Bloomberg quickly the news he had just received.

"What?!!"

Bloomberg was shocked, and the shocked expression on his face was captured by reporters in the distance.

"Are you telling the truth?!!"

"It's true. There should be nothing wrong." The secretary said quickly and softly:

"Our people in Los Angeles sent back the message. I immediately contacted the people at Rock Security and they said that Mr. Smith was indeed attacked!"

"Abel from Shetfak! and Shetfak the KBFZ!"

Bloomberg, who had just told his secretary to calm down, was no longer calm at all now. He got into the car cursing.

"Go to Smith Tower!" Bloomberg ordered the driver and said to his secretary at the same time:

"Contact Soros immediately, Sullivanston, Buffett, David Mellon, oh, and Robert Morgenthau. Just say I'm on my way to Smith Tower."

The secretary nodded quickly.

…

…

Meanwhile, Huntington, Long Island, New York.

The historic Rockefeller Kikwit Estate is located here.

The Rockefeller family owned two Kikwit estates, one on the banks of the Hudson River. It is the home of four generations of the Rockefeller family.

But that’s a thing of the past, and it’s now a National Trust for Historic Preservation historic site, nominally donated by the Rockefeller family decades ago.

The Kikwit Rockefeller Estate next to the Hudson Valley is now a tourist attraction.

Far away from Manhattan, in Huntington, the Kikwit Manor is now one of the main residences of the Rockefeller family.

Compared to the Hudson Bay Valley, that tourist attraction is open to the public.

Huntington's one, it's more secretive.

Only some of the real high-level people, the real American elite, know that this is the main residence of the Rockefeller family.

When Bloomberg received the news, he was shocked.

In Rockefeller's Kikwit Manor, David Rockefeller also received the same news at the same time.

After hearing the news, David Rockefeller was obviously stunned on his aging face.

His white eyebrows wrinkled, and a few seconds later he whispered to the person who reported the news to him:

"Inform John. Just tell him that I invite him to come over here and get together."

The assistant who reported the news nodded immediately.

No need for David Rockefeller to name them all.

The assistant also knew that the John named by David Rockefeller was John Chris Morgan.

The current head of the Morgan family is a super oligarch who is much younger than David Rockefeller.

Watching the assistant walk away quickly.

David Rockefeller, who was supported by the maid, touched his somewhat bald forehead.

"...It doesn't make sense. It's a little strange...could it be those people?" The old guy frowned and whispered to himself.

The maid next to her wanted to pierce her ears at this moment.

She knew that there were some things, even if they were just words, it was best not to hear them or know them!

…

…

Texas.

The explosion at Staples Center was heard half an hour later.

Austin, a suburban house, brightly lit at night.

Many convoys are rushing here.

Inside the villa, there was Davis Brown, who had met Abel many times.

He was meeting with Rodriguez McKison, another giant of the Texas consortium.

It was obvious that Rodriguez McKison had just arrived from the outside.

"What's going on."

As one of the founding families of the Texas Consortium, he is the head of one of the most powerful families in Texas.

Rodriguez McKison looked at Davis Braun, "It happened at this critical time! Who did it? Did you contact the Bush family? Or contact Smith?"

Looking at his anxious old friend, Davis Brown felt anxious at the same time.

But as the Texas consortium, one of the most active people in the merger with the Smith consortium.

At this time, Davis Brown could only say softly:

"I have contacted Herbert. He said he didn't know what the situation was. He was contacting George Bush and also contacting Smith. Herbert said he would tell us what happened as soon as possible. thing."

"Fake the Shet!" Rodriguez McKison couldn't help but cursed.

At this time, the two old men saw a group of people walking in outside.

At the forefront were the Texas consortium and the other leaders of the founding families: Martin Elkins, Delin Richardson, and Liam H.L. Hunter.

These three people, plus Rodriguez McKison and Davis Brown.

There are 5 families in total, which is the Texas Consortium, the most important core family.

And behind Martin Elkins and others, there were a dozen people following.

There are another dozen or so other members of the Texas consortium surrounding the Elkins and other five families.

In terms of consortium, America is very similar to Neon.

Or it should be said that the chaebols over at Neon are essentially imitating the model of European and American family consortiums and carrying out localization transformation.

Both sides are essentially the same. They are all several core families, surrounded by a dozen or even dozens of other minor families.

Then through complex equity control, cross-shareholding and other methods, it controls hundreds of large enterprises to achieve a consortium model.

On the Texas consortium side, there are five major families, plus a total of 17 other minor families, as well as countless outside vested interests.

A joint military-industrial complex consortium mainly located in the southern United States, with its core base in Texas.

"Everyone is here." After walking in, Martin Elkins, the youngest among the heads of the five major families, said unceremoniously:

"What exactly is going on? What news is there from the Bush family? Is the intelligence from FBl and the Pentagon true?"

Davis Brown took a deep breath.

Davis Brown was the person who most supported the Texas Consortium and the merger with the Smith Consortium.

The Martin Elkins in front of him was the one who was most opposed.

It was only the minority that obeyed the majority, and Martin Elkins finally succumbed to the unanimous decision of the consortium.

But now this happens.

Davis Brown knew that Martin Elkins would take the opportunity to have an attack.

Look, isn’t this the beginning?

That explosion outside Staples Center, in a very short period of time.

It directly stirred up a storm among the top leaders of the United States!

Chapter 404 is a bit unlucky. But as long as it is not harmonized, I can guarantee that this book will not have a depressing plot! !