America's Road To Wealth Chapter 405

   Texas, North Central.

  Smith Farm, Tarrantshire.

   Smith Manor at the core of the farm, in Abel's huge room.

  The current richest man in the world, chairman of Smith Media, and chairman of Smith Capital.

  Chairman, independent director, executive director of more than 300 other listed companies, or non-listed companies, Mr. Abel Smith.

  He had some bandages wrapped around his head, and his right hand was also wrapped in bandages, and was hung around his neck with white cloth strips. He was lying on the huge Simmons in his room at the moment.

  In the room, there are several old people around.

  Among these old people, there are two other male members and two female members of the Smith family.

  There is also the current leading student of Datong, and the father of the leading student of Datong, and the former leading student of Datong.

   "Are you OK?"

  George, who had just entered the door, saw Abel **** like this, and immediately opened his mouth after being stunned for a moment.

   "Fortunately... Anyway, I can't die."

  Abel replied with a chuckle.

  George said hello to Alex, Alexander and others.

   nodded again to his father Herbert.

   After greetings.

  George came to Abel who was covered in a lot of bandages.

  A dignified American commander actually reached out and poked Abel's bandaged right hand.

   Abel: …

   After a few seconds, Abel, who came to his senses, suddenly "ah".

   "George! I'm hurt. You're hurting me by doing this!"

"Ha h"

  Listening to Abel's angry voice, and the helpless expressions of several old people.

   George, who was somewhat worried along the way, finally couldn't help laughing.

   "It doesn't seem to be a big deal. It scared me..." George said in a false alarm.

  Mr. Datong sat directly on the edge of Simmons, with his hands folded, George looked at everyone and Abel.

   "Now tell me what happened. Is it what I imagined?"

  George's gaze scanned all the people in the room, and finally fell on Abel.

  Abel spread out his unbandaged left hand and said softly:

   "Mr. Grand Commander, as you can see. I was injured, badly injured. Those KBFZ who should go to **** they attacked me!"

  George rolled his eyes childishly, reached out and hit Abel's right arm again.

  Abel reacted very quickly this time, and immediately cried out "ah".

"what-"

   "Stop pretending. You are not an actor, and you don't need to hit the Oscars."

  George complained and said: "Tell me the truth immediately. Then no matter what you want to do, I can cooperate."

  Alex also spoke at this time: "There are no outsiders here. Boy, tell me."

   "Okay ok ok..."

  Abel finally stopped joking and spoke softly.

   "As you can see. I did get attacked."

   "But this attack, thanks to FBl and CLA, and some of my own news channels. I have received relevant information a long time ago."

   "That female reporter, she is the real KBFZ. The attack she launched on me is also real."

  George immediately said: "But her bomb is fake. Her bomb was switched."

  Abel nodded, chuckled and said, "Yes. Her bomb was switched by my people."

"This poor American. She originally had a bright future. But she shouldn't have traveled to dangerous places last summer without incident. In the end, she was controlled by some people, oppressed and brainwashed, and she became what she is now , became their minions."

   "That's the way it is."

  Abel looked at the people closest to him in his room.

   He continued: "I got wind in advance that someone was going to attack me at Staples Center. In my character, I shouldn't have been there."

   "If you want to blame it, you can blame George for looking for me yesterday. When I was discussing with him, I came up with an idea. I told him about it, and George said he would consider it."

   "I received the information later, and I thought about it. Then this happened..."

   "Fak oil." George couldn't help scolding him: "It's my fault for saying that."

   "Haha...that's not true." Abel laughed.

  The truth of the facts, as Abel said at this time.

   Yesterday when Abel was talking to George.

  Looking at George's face, Abel recalled the scene in the parallel time and space when a reporter took off his shoes and attacked George when George was holding a press conference.

  The incident in the parallel time and space gave George Bush an ugly nickname of "The Commander of Flying Shoes".

  When that incident happened, George had served as the Grand Commander for nearly 8 years.

   It was less than a month before he retired.

   It happened that Abel saw the white house along the way that day, and he attached great importance to George's security work.

   Feeling emotional, he remembered this incident. Combined, he made a suggestion to George.

  Abel suggested that George, since he wants the American people to continue to pay attention to the threat level of KBFZ.

  Then why not use the hands or names of these KBFZs to do some tricks.

  George was moved when he heard it.

  George's most trusted confidant, Freddie Ford, the White House's current chief of staff, was also present.

   After thinking about it, Freddie Ford believed that Abel's idea was highly feasible.

  But now this time, for George, is not a good time to implement this kind of thing.

   It's only January 2002, not long after 9/11.

  After September 11, George, who brazenly launched a war to counterattack, is now at the peak of his reputation.

   Still some time away from the bottom.

   There are still almost 10 months to go before this year's midterm elections.

   Even if George is really moved by Abel's idea.

  Freddie Ford also believes that it should be a good show before the mid-term elections.

  At that time, this spring breeze will be used to give the Elephant Party some advantages in the mid-term elections.

   At that time, it should also be the time when George's reputation dropped to a normal stage.

   Doing this at that time can kill many birds with one stone.

  George thinks Freddie Ford's judgment is very reasonable.

  Mr. President liked Abel's idea very much, but agreed with Freddie Ford's suggestion.

  George thinks that even if this matter is to be done, it will have to be postponed for a while.

   Moreover, some preliminary preparations should be made to avoid being exposed by the enemy, and it will become a super scandal at that time.

  The Donkey Party is better at this aspect than the Elephant Party. Those intelligence agencies in the United States are also controlled by the donkey party more deeply.

  Since George came to power, he has fought for many control rights.

   But the power of the donkey party still exists.

   It's not like 9/11 after all…

  Even if 9/11 was really a scandal, too many people and forces were involved.

   Even if it was really a scandal or a conspiracy, no one dared to expose it.

   As a result, George didn't wait for the planning to start.

   This happened to Abel on the second day.

   Caught off guard, George was taken aback. At first he thought it was Abel messing around.

   Later FBl and ClA told him that the attack was real.

  At the same time, the people on Abel's side also informed the White House that Abel was really attacked.

  George became worried.

  He was doing what he should do as the owner of the White House and as the leader of the United States.

   Until the next night when it happened.

   It was now that George was finally free and came here specially.

   In other words, before this event happened, it had largely nothing to do with George.

  Mr. Datong is just a supporting role in this good show directed by Abel.

  From Abel's point of view, George's cooperation is very good.

   After listening to these explanations from Abel.

  George stood up and gave Abel's bandaged right hand a few more blows.

  Abel yelled a few times in cooperation with the pain.

   "Ah ah ah ah - lighten up!"

  Looking at Abel's childish appearance, George only felt a headache.

   "What good is it for you to play such a trick? Is it just for fun? But if it is exposed, the result will not be so wonderful!"

"what-"

  Abel smiled and looked at the helpless people in the room.

   "Of course there are some benefits. For example, in business... I didn't see the shareholders of California Pacific Electric. After confirming that I was attacked and alive, did they all soften their attitudes? This is one of the benefits."

   "The other thing, I regard it as a big test. The results of the test can help me make some correct judgments."

   "As for the risk of exposure...there is no impenetrable wall in the world, of course there is such a possibility. But..."

Abel said seriously: "The enemy group intends to attack influential Americans. First of all, it is true. It is also true that the female reporter is a hot lamp. It was reported at the Staples Center that There was a huge explosion, explosives exploded, at least hundreds of thousands of people in Los Angeles heard it, and this is also true!"

   "These things will be the same no matter who checks them. During this process, the only fake ones are the female reporter's bomb and my injuries."

  Looking at the elders still with helpless expressions.

Abel had no choice but to change his tone: "Okay, okay...I admit, I was naive this time. I made such a mess. But there is no way, who told me that I am not even 22 years old now! I am still a child!"

  Abel's tone of voice was a little rascal, which reminded everyone in the room of his age while feeling helpless.

   Some of you who were in the dark under the lights only came to your senses at this time—

   No matter how good Abel is or what achievements he has made.

   But in fact, his real age is really less than 22 years old.

  Twenty-two years old, 99.99999999% of Americans have achievements at this age, not even 0.0001% of Abel.

  George thinks back to when he was 22 years old, less than a year out of college.

  In order to avoid the enlistment of Yuezhange issued by the United States at that time, in order to avoid going to war abroad.

  Herbert also abolished some contacts and resources at the time, and sent George to the Texas National Guard, avoiding George's military service.

   This is George's 22 years old.

  Alexander and George are about the same age. When he was 22 years old, he was a little better than George, at least not serving in the National Guard, but in the Federal Army.

   But Alex also used some small tricks to prevent Alexander from going to Vietnam to fight even if he was serving.

  That is to say, the two parents are twenty-two years old, if it is not for the help of the family.

  Then they may have been on the battlefield of Vietnam, and it is not necessarily true that they have given their lives.

  Compared with the two of them, Alex and Herbert's twenty-two years old are undoubtedly much more exciting.

  But compared with Abel, that is also nothing.

  Most Americans, or most of the human race.

   They are at this age, many of them are still "kids".

  But Abel has already achieved this kind of achievement.

  So much so that everyone, even his relatives, subconsciously forget his age.

   Forget that he is actually very young, technically a child.

"Alright alright…"

  George remembered the childishness of his own age

"Hey-"

  The American leader sighed, then looked at Abel: "

   What are your plans next? If you want to act in a play, you can act in a full set. I think you need my cooperation. If you want me to cooperate well, you'd better tell me your plan. "

   "Don't be like this." Abel said with a smile:

   "It's good for you too. After today, at least within two months. You're in the United States, and you can say the same thing again."

   George laughed.

   "It's not that simple. At most, it's only on some big things, especially external things. My voice can be louder."

   "I plan to accept an interview publicly in a few days."

  Abel expressed his plan: "You will do your work in the future, and I will take care of mine. We all have a bright future, don't we?"

   Abel's simple words have already made George understand his plan.

   "Okay." George could only say, "That's the only way for the time being."

  The commander-in-chief knew that he needed ClA and FBl to help cover up.

  It's not difficult, thanks to 9/11.

  George today has a very firm grasp of these intelligence agencies.

  In addition to his father, he was also a big boss of CIA back then, and he has many connections in the US intelligence agencies.

  All kinds of combinations, George can be said to be the commander in chief with the strongest control over the various official intelligence agencies of the United States in history.

   Moreover, in this kind of thing, the donkey party and elephant party forces in these institutions must be willing to cooperate with me.

  This is also the reason why George was able to know the nature of Abel's attack in the first place.

   "So be it." George looked at Abel, and then at everyone. "Fucked by this guy. I'm going to be very busy again this month. Dear Alex, Alexander, and dear Alia, Emily, I'm leaving first."

  Members of the Smith family all smiled and nodded to Mr. President.

  George was puzzled, and patted Abel's bandaged right hand a few more times.

  This time Abel was too lazy to cooperate, and his right hand was obviously not really injured.

  George shook his head, nodded to his father Herbert, turned his head and left the room directly.

   Walk out of Abel's room and go down to the first floor.

  The originally light expression on Mr. Datong's face became heavy.

   Walked out of the house, facing the sight gathered on him from outside the house.

  The owners of these sights include some local giants in Texas.

  Seeing the serious and solemn expression on George's face.

  He rushed over from Austin with Herbert, Rodriguez McKison of the Texas Consortium, this old guy was the first to speak.

   "George... oh, Mr. Bushmaster. How is Mr. Smith?"

   Someone spoke, but the others fell silent and looked at George.

  George's face was heavy, and his voice was not so light.

   "It's bad. But manageable... as the doctor said, nothing life-threatening. But maybe a month or two off. Those **** KBFZs, they deserve hell!"

  Seeing George's "sorrowful" reaction.

   Everyone present, many of them had obviously relieved expressions.

  But there are also many people who secretly sigh in their hearts.

   "There is nothing wrong. They are all a group of guys who should go to **** and be tortured by Satan."

   Relieved, Davis Brown leaned forward and said with a smile.

  As the Texas consortium, Davis, who is in charge of consolidating with the Smith consortium.

  He is definitely the person in the Texas consortium who least wants Abel to have an accident.

   At least that's what Davis looked like before the merge was completed.

   "That's good, that's good..."

   Rodriguez McKison, who asked the question, also heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.

   McKison is a centrist in the Texas consortium.

   But Rodriguez himself, like Davis, is very optimistic about Abel's personal ability.

   I don't really want anything to happen to Abel.

   "Okay."

  George softened his voice and looked at everyone:

"Everyone is concerned about Abel. He is very touched. He asked me to tell everyone, don't worry about him. Everyone go back to rest. In two or three days, when Abel is better, he will be able to meet everyone in person .”

   Hearing George's "report" like this, combined with George's identity and relationship with Abel.

  Including Davis Brown and others, they also know that they will not see Abel Smith in the near future.

  George can't lie to people about this kind of thing.

  So the "truth" of the matter may be that Abel Smith was really attacked.

   And also injured, maybe a little serious.

   Fortunately, there is no danger to life.

   This can be regarded as luck in misfortune.

  After George came forward to make such a pass.

  The people outside also began to gradually disperse.

  In the house, after George left.

  Herbert and Abel spoke a few more words, scolded Abel a few more words, and then left.

  Alex and Alexander also shook their heads helplessly, and followed Herbert.

  Mom and grandma stayed and took care of the "injured" Abel here.

  In the bedroom, only the mother, son, and grandmother are left.

  Abel heard the angry voice of his mother Emily, and she complained:

   "You really scared us by doing this this time!"

"Yeah." Grandma Aliya came to Abel and touched Abel's bandaged forehead, "You really scared us. Also, you are not injured. Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to take it off for you?"

"Ha h"

  Abel smiled slightly, and then apologized to the two female elders:

   "I'm sorry, mom, and grandma. I promise... This kind of thing that worries you will never happen again. I have to admit that this time I was naive, very naive..."

   "Just remember it. You can't do this again next time." Emily said.

  Abel nodded quickly. At the same time, he motioned to his grandmother and mother to come and help him remove the bandages and deck.

  He was not injured, and he made these just to take some photos and fit the situation.

   There was indeed an explosion at the Staples Center.

   But the sound of the explosion was not by his side at all.

  The sound of the explosion came after Abe left the Staples Center.

  The place where he was sitting inside was exploded by some special personnel afterward.

  The female reporter used the original bomb material for the bomb.

  This farce was led by him from beginning to end.

  But now, Abel is actually a little scared.

   What I'm afraid of is not that things are difficult to end, but that there will be a series of subsequent troubles.

   But I am afraid that if this incident is a conspiracy. Or if things are taken advantage of by others and then turned into fakes, it will be over.

   It's just that he rationally told Abel that his worry was unreasonable.

  If someone can really control his security and intelligence system to this extent without telling Abel.

   Those who want to take their own lives don't need to be so complicated at all.

   It's just that Abel has this kind of personality, and he is very taboo about anything that may affect his life safety.

   While he was thinking wildly, the grandmother who helped him remove the bandage and splint suddenly spoke softly:

   "What about your women. Most of them, it seems, are here. Laura, she...she really won't be angry?"

"Yeah. You made such a farce. If they quarreled, it would be troublesome. Hey... I didn't expect that I gave birth to a Playboy like you!" Emily took the splint from her son's hand Come down and follow suit.

  Speaking of this, Abel said indifferently:

   "This is a test for them. Whether it is others, or Laura, they are all in my test."

  The result of this test will tell me how to treat them next.

   He didn't say the latter sentence to his mother and grandmother.

   But this is indeed one of the purposes of Abel leading such a trick.

   To put it bluntly, I was somewhat full.

  Life is like this sometimes.

  Occasionally a sudden idea, if it is just an idea, then nothing happens.

   But if you are strong enough to act, put your ideas into reality.

  Follow-up, for better or worse, the ending will be complicated.

Chapter end