America's Road To Wealth Chapter 109

  Chapter 109 Texas Consortium (410 for subscription)

   Probably around seven o'clock in the evening.

  One of the initiators of today's charity banquet.

  The main leader, John J. Bolang, general manager of the New York branch of Texas Commercial Bank.

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

  His arrival announced the beginning of this charity banquet.

  But before that, John J. Bolang first had to greet the bosses and CEOs of several major media, and exchanged information about the situation at night.

  John J. Brown smiled and chatted with Murdoch and others after a pleasant chat.

  Sit next to Abel, sit directly next to Abel, always vacant.

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

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

  He always had a feeling that John J. Brown seemed to come for himself.

   "You can call me John, just like I really want to call you Abel next time." John J. Brown said again.

  Abel shrugged, "Why not? John, we could."

   "Haha~" John J. Brown smiled lightly.

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

  Amanda Hearst next to Ikana, her pair of beautiful eyes have lingered on Abel many times.

   This made Ikana a little nervous.

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

  Abel nodded, he was indeed a little puzzled.

   But what is puzzling is not why John J. Brown invited himself.

   Instead, he wondered why John J. Brown placed himself in this position.

  If the Ball field culture that Ikana said is real.

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

  On this table, apart from him and Ikana, Amanda Hearst next to Ikana.

  The other guests were all older, or simply elderly.

   Really catches the eye.

"because."

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

   "Because you're a Texan, because I'm a Texan."

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

  【Are you FXXK kidding me? 】

   There were almost two hundred guests present.

  Texans dare not say more, there should be a dozen or so.

  Then why don't other Texans sit here?

  John J. Brown knew his doubts too.

  The guy laughed again before saying, "Well, I was friends with old Alex."

  This time John J. Brown's voice was more normal, and other guests at the table could hear it too.

   "Alex." Abel read it lightly. This is the name of Abel's grandfather Alex Smith.

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

  Alexander's father, Abel's grandfather Alex Smith, Abel remembers as if he was in his seventies.

   Most of the time, Alex and his wife have been living in Houston or Dallas.

   Has rarely returned to Smith Farm.

  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 festivals.

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

  The old man used to be a shareholder of the Houston Rockets and the 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 to know Alex Smith.

   Just because I knew my grandfather, I arranged myself in this seat.

  Abel couldn'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, or the Wolf of Wall Street that is now on Wall Street."

   "Presumably you should have heard of the First National Bank of Dallas, the First City National Bank of Houston, the Republic of Dallas Bank and the Texas Commercial Bank. Have you heard of the names of these banks?"

   "If you haven't heard of these, then you may have heard of companies such as Tenneco, Lin-Temco-Water, Hughes Aircraft, and Texas Instruments?"

  When John J. Brown finished speaking, he even just mentioned the names of those banks.

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

   I really came here for myself!

  Because of these companies and banks, they symbolize a huge power in the United States.

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

   This is the largest force in Texas with the same reputation as Rockefeller, MG, First Citigroup, Chicago, California and other consortiums.

  At the same time, it is also one of the most powerful components of 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 people at this table can hear it.

   "It should be said that we mean, not mine.

   Abel, you're a fine Texan, a fine young man. "

   "Your accomplishments on Wall Street amazed us."

   "Everyone likes you very much. No, it should be said that they like you very, very much."

   "Now, do you see what I mean, or rather, what we mean?"

   Facing John J. Brown's undisguised, hearty laughter and words.

  The media tycoons present were quick-thinking.

  Have passed the words and identities of John J. Brown.

  Someone has already vaguely guessed the reason why John J. Brown made Abel sit in the C position of the audience tonight.

   And Abel himself guessed the reason.

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

   Texas Consortium.

  Compared to 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 is not comparable to other similar.

   But at the same time, due to being based in Texas and the American South.

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

  Earlier.

  Abel has thought about it, since he is a Texan.

   Actually, 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 in terms of personal life.

   It's just his ability, which is basically in the financial area.

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

   There are no conditions for him to play, only Wall Street is his stage.

   So he came to Wall Street.

  Follow-up, when he becomes stronger, he can't lower his face to lick again.

   Now, he already has capital to sell.

  He is willing to accept and become a part of a powerful existence.

   Because you want to eat alone, it does not exist in the United States.

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

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

   Otherwise, in this country, eating alone can easily be attacked by groups.

  Before you eat alone and grow enough to fight everyone, maybe even before you even show the thought.

   must have been attacked by everyone long ago, and the most likely outcome is to commit suicide with eight shots in the back.

  He is very clear about this, and this situation is not limited to the United States.

  This is the case in most parts of the world, and this is how the first vested interests face the rising stars.

   "I see." Abel responded to John J. Brown with a smile, "That's right, because I'm a Texan. Because you are too. I'm right, John."

   "It's not wrong." John J. Brown laughed heartily again.

  At this time, Murdoch and others who want to know the key.

   The way he looked at Abel also changed.

  【This kid seems to be accepted by the Southerners. Just be more careful after that. 】

   thought Murdoch.

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

   It's just that the degree is not deep, and it has been described superficially.

   Those reports at the time were requests from some of Murdoch's friends.

   Due to favor.

   Murdoch did too.

   But now, if someone asks Murdoch to do this kind of thing again.

   Murdoch will do too.

  But the premise must be that there is enough return, otherwise Murdoch also has to take into account his own 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 is enough to make people scruples.

  The Southerners, they can be scary sometimes.

  Murdoch thinks so, and several other media tycoons around him who also guessed have similar ideas to Murdoch.

   "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 is a donation.

  John J. Brown will give a speech 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 her wife, a kind-looking lady in her fifties, did not leave.

  She even said to Abel: "Abel, I want to talk to your girlfriend, can you switch places with her?"

  Mrs. Brown's attitude was very friendly, and it was hard for Abel to refuse.

  But he still turned his head to look at Ikana, he must let the latter agree.

  Ekana herself was surprised, she didn't know Mrs. John J. Brown.

  In fact, it has only been a few months since John J. Brown came to New York.

   "Okay. I'd love to, too." Ikana smiled.

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

   Then he saw Ikana and Mrs. John J. Brown, chatting skillfully.

  Hmm. Both of them seem to be excellent ball culture scholars.

   In the social area, they are obviously masters.

   "Hi Mr. Smith."

   Just when Ikana had a pleasant chat with Mrs. John J. Brown, Abel felt a little bored after listening to a few words.

  He heard to the left, a soft voice.

  Abel turned his head and saw Amanda Hearst looking at him with a smile.

  The greeting just now came from her mouth.

  Abel didn't notice, when he turned his head to look at Amanda Hearst, and Amanda Hearst greeted him.

  Ikana's eyes showed some panic for a moment.

   But it's not obvious, and it's quickly covered up by Ikana.

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

   Amanda Hearst has blond hair, and at the age of 16, she is already slim.

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

  Because of her age, she also looks more childish and girlish.

  Even Abel felt that in terms of appearance.

  Whether it is Paris or Ikana, Amanda Hearst is better than the two of them in the circle of socialites in New York.

  Compared to Ikana's mature red dress tonight, Amanda is wearing a white princess dress.

   It looks cuter and more loli.

  Abel also noticed that when Amanda Hearst spoke softly to herself.

  Her mother Anne Hearst, the real heir of the Hearst Group.

  As if she didn't know her daughter was talking to herself, she was chatting with Murdoch's Huaxia wife on the other end.

   "Mr. Smith, you look really young. I read in the information that you are only twenty years old. You have achieved this achievement at the age of twenty. There is no one as outstanding as you in the entire United States."

  Amanda Hearst's voice is very soft, with a sense of girlishness.

  Combined with her age, Abel also thinks it is understandable.

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

  Then he heard again, Amanda Hearst spoke suddenly:

   "Mr. Smith, I have an unkind request. I wonder if you can think about it."

   "Huh?" Abel raised his eyebrows.

  He wanted to say, since you all know that it is an unkind request.

  Then why are you still mentioning it?

   It's just this kind of words, of course you can't say it directly.

   That would be too unsocial.

  Amanda Hearst said: "I graduated from Choate Rosemary this year and have entered Boston University."

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

  She continued: "Recently, my teacher, Mr. Joe John, assigned us a homework.

   This is a short-term internship job, he asked us to enter a Wall Street company, as a week of interns. "

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

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

the other side.

   On the surface, Ikana has been chatting happily with John J. Brown's wife.

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

  At this moment, Ikana heard Amanda Hearst say this.

  Ikana couldn't help cursing in her heart.

  【Bichi! 】

  (end of this chapter)

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