America's Road To Wealth Chapter 452

  Chapter 452 Plutocrat's Paradise & Hell for Ordinary People

  The other side of the planet.

  In Manhattan, New York, in the JP Morgan Chase Bank headquarters building.

  The head of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller pointed to James Robinson, who had a blank expression in front of him and stared blankly, and said to John Chris Morgan who was accompanying him:

   "This is what you said, the best trader at JP Morgan Chase? Are you really not mistaken?"

  And John Chris looked at James Robinson who was full of confidence a few days ago and looked like a Wall Street elite.

  It turned into the somewhat silly look it is today.

  John Chris couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "Well, at least it was like this before. Before that, Mr. Robinson was indeed one of our best traders, um..."

   "Then why does he look like this now?"

"Forehead…"

  John Chris doesn't know how to explain it.

  After thinking about it, he still said:

   "It's related to Abel Smith. David, I now know why those oil people call him "financial Moses". I have to say that this guy, in terms of finance, may really be a prophet."

  David frowned.

  The old man has made a decision with John Chris.

   Wanted to teach the Dixie kid in Texas a lesson.

  In the next few days, David didn't get involved in specific matters.

   It's not that he feels relieved about John Chris, but because David is old after all.

  Physical function declined, and I just felt a little uncomfortable in those few days, and I happened to be receiving treatment.

  During his treatment, David had been somewhat inattentive to the matter.

  He was much better today, and the head of Rockefeller rushed over immediately.

   I didn't expect to be here, but I saw James Robinson in a dazed and beaten look.

  So there is the above question.

  After expressing a bit of emotion.

  John Chris told David the reason why James looks like this now.

  The situation is simple.

  During the few days when David was absent, whenever John Chris received information and knew that it was Abel who was handling the business himself.

  James Robinson and several other traders from JP Morgan Chase will also go online to bet against Abel.

   It can be regarded as fighting directly with Abel on the frontal battlefield of finance.

  The problem lies here.

  Other times are fine.

  Once these top genius traders from the Morgan and Rockefeller families met Abel every day for a few hours.

  In the USD/JPY plate, no matter how they trade, these people are beaten to pieces by Abel.

   No matter how smart these people are, no matter how good these people's trading skills are.

   As long as Abel is online.

  No matter what operations they made at that time, they would be targeted by Abel to make the most perfect counterattack.

   Once or twice is okay, every time it is like this.

   These favored men in the financial world are all very proud figures in their own fields.

  Under repeated blows, James Robinson, a member with a weak heart, became what he is now.

  The bald look after being hit hard.

   Listened to John Chris's explanation.

  David's cloudy eyes froze.

   "Really? Everyone, every time?"

  John Chris nodded with a wry smile.

  The head of the Morgan family wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

  But this time, as one of Abel's opponents.

   John Chris, who spends most of his time in several financial safe houses, has seen Abel's trading methods many times.

  James and each of them have been targeted every time they trade, or they have been perfectly restrained.

   He knows finance very well. John Chris, who has seen this situation for a few days, is already a little numb.

   "This is the case, you can find out about it with your people later. In this kind of matter, I don't think I need to cheat." John Chris said.

   "Is this guy really a prophet? Or..."

  David looked at the people around him and John Chris.

  The old guy's eyes, without speaking, John Chris understood what he meant.

  John Chris hesitated and shook his head slightly, "David, I know what you mean. But it shouldn't be... unless he installs real-time monitoring above each of us. Otherwise, it can't be done."

  David means that there may be Abel's spies on their side.

  The spy revealed the manipulation methods here in real time.

   But it is actually very difficult, even they who actually have someone beside Abel can't get the real-time situation.

   Most of the information they can get is delayed by more than an hour.

  The same goes for Abel.

   Even if Abel can be by their side, or put spies in the financial safe houses of Morgan and Rockefeller.

  The information that Abel wants to receive feedback will also have a delay.

   Not like now.

  Abel's reaction was in real time, as if there was real-time monitoring installed above their heads.

   "Substitute."

  David pointed to James Robinson, who was in high spirits a few days ago, "He is no longer suitable to be a trader. He is already a loser."

  John Chris nodded, and the two walked out of the financial safehouse at the headquarters of JP Morgan Chase Bank side by side.

  In the long corridor.

  The assistant bodyguards of the two kept a distance from the two to ensure that their conversation would not be overheard.

   "It's not good for the situation to continue like this. I checked, and the total floating loss is almost 10 billion U.S. dollars."

   "Yes. Indeed, "Financial Moses" lives up to his name. In the market, maybe no one really can beat him."

   Hearing that John Chris was so "aspiring to others", David frowned.

   "David."

  John Chris stopped suddenly, and the bodyguards behind them also stopped.

  Rockefeller looked at him, saw Morgan, who was much younger than himself, and raised his hand to compare with his neck.

  I also heard him say: "He is abroad, in Singapore. Maybe..."

   Unlike last time, when John Cleese raised the possibility.

  David Rockefeller immediately objected.

   This time the old guy was silent for a few minutes before shaking his head slightly.

   "That's a last resort, not for now. John, don't forget who this kid is. He's a Texan..."

  John Chris was silent for a while, he knew what David meant.

  To be honest, in the United States, it is too normal to commit suicide with 8 shots in the back.

  Lian Tangtang, a high-ranking official like the current U.S. Secretary of Commerce, can crash a plane; Lian Tangtang, the current commander-in-chief, can think of a country with open minds.

  The train carrying dangerous chemicals derailed, one environmental expert died, and two journalists died...

  In the United States, no matter how big the big man is, some "accident" happens.

   It can be said that it is really not a surprise.

  The problem is that the other party is the core figure of a large consortium.

   More importantly, he is also a representative of the Texas consortium.

  The latter identity can be said to be more troublesome for the two of them.

   Especially this kid, he is also very close to the California consortium, and has close contacts with that guy Wilson.

   If you really step out of the bottom line and attack him, let's first talk about whether you can succeed.

  Even if it succeeds, the reaction over there will probably be very intense.

  If you want to appease the other party, you have to bleed heavily.

  Both of them are reluctant about such things as heavy bleeding.

   What's more, if you fail and let the other party retaliate...

  David and John Chris don't want to live the life of those American consortium oligarchs during the Gilded Age.

  Back then, the consortium bosses were not as safe as they are now.

  For example, when the company opened by the DuPont family was unable to beat competitors in frontal business.

  The DuPont family chose to use their own products to send each other's factory and family to God.

   This proves that their products are better than those of the other party.

  Well, their products at that time were mainly all kinds of bombs, explosives...

  In that era, the era when consortia and oligarchs were just taking shape. It's too normal for an oligarch or something to die every month.

  Many of them were family accidents.

   Wait until the end of the Gilded Age, into the 20th century.

   This kind of thing just disappeared.

  The consortium oligarchy is getting stronger and stronger, order has been established, and it has become the safest figure in this country.

   What David is worried about is that they are doing this now.

  It's okay if it succeeds.

  If it fails.

   It may be possible to restart the era when the oligarchs were in danger.

  This kind of thing is really not a good choice for them who are already in high positions and don't need to work hard anymore.

  John Chris also knew David's concerns.

  He actually said that.

  If Morgan were to do it alone, John would not do it.

  Unless...Rockefeller is with you!

  The main reason is that John was used to using this method in the face of competitors before, and he used it to no avail.

  This time I encountered a difficult enemy of the same level, so I kept thinking about using this method.

   It can only be said that John Chris already has some route dependencies in this regard...

   "Maybe..." the scheming David suddenly said softly:

   "Can we contact the Neon people? Besides us and Smith, the most urgent thing must be the Neon people."

  The currency of one's own country is used as a plate by the two most terrifying financial giants in the world.

   It's impossible for a neon person not to be nervous.

  John Chris froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile:

   "It's a good choice, you can try it."

   David laughed.

   April 4th.

  Abel's tenth day in Singapore.

  Siroso Beach.

   This is one of the most famous beaches in Singapore, and it happens to be the 10th day before it is closed to the public.

  It's noon this day.

  On the beautiful beach of Siloso, the azure sea water constantly washes the white and soft sand.

  The sound of seagulls chirping in the distance, accompanied by the sound of waves hitting the beach resounded.

  With a blue sky and white clouds, the tropical beauty of seagulls on the beach is presented in front of you.

   But on the beach, more dramatic, more beautiful scenery.

   It's not a miracle of nature.

   "I've seen it, I've seen that report."

   "Nene—in this case, will it be... Hahaha, I can't tell."

  "Yeah yeah—Xiuli don't say such things, every time you...hahaha...

   "Ah—nonsense, I didn't!"

   Swish Swish Swish—

  The sound of sea water washing the beach continued, and the seagulls continued to sing.

   A few days ago.

  When I settled here, I was still very apprehensive, these Southeast Asian beauties who were very nervous and worried about the unknown situation.

   After staying for a few days, what should be experienced has already been experienced.

   After what should be enjoyed has been enjoyed. . . .

  They are no longer nervous or apprehensive. . .

   Instead, I began to be full of yearning for the future, which is why I feel so relaxed at this moment, and there is a smile on my face.

   If you observe carefully, you can find that each of them looks like they are laughing and playing with water.

   But actually...

   If you observe carefully, you will find that their eyes are looking to the northwest of the beach from time to time, under a coconut grove.

  At the same time, they almost never forget to show their beautiful bodies in bikini to the other side.

This is naturally because Abel, who made them worthy of this appearance, is lying on a beach chair over there at the moment, basking in the mild sunshine of Singapore's April morning, while looking at the The play of these beauties.

  While listening to the voice of Edward who was staring at the coconut tree next to him, as if the coconut tree was very beautiful, he kept his eyes on and reported the situation.

   "Clayton Watson, Ankryan Camerin, Mimi Balgri, Mamie Riordan..."

  Edward read out a long list of names.

   Judging from the names, there are male and female names, and there are a large number of them. At first glance, it sounds like there are more than a dozen people.

   Probably more, more than 20 people.

  Abel was not in the mood to finish listening at all, he interrupted Edward's report reading the list.

   "Are you sure you have checked it out? I don't want to wrong people."

   "Yes. Each one has corresponding evidence. If it is sent to the prosecutor Morgenthau, the minimum sentence can be sentenced to four or five years."

  Edward said softly.

  Abel nodded slightly.

  Edward just reported to him and read the names of these people.

  In the past year, some employees, subordinates, servants, and bodyguards around Abel and his company have been cheating, corrupt, or engaging in other unfavorable behaviors.

  The so-called forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

  Now Abel, the people who work under him, even if you don't count the original group of Texas consortia.

  Only counting the number of employees in the company under Abel's own name, the total number is almost more than 100,000.

  Among so many people, it is impossible for everyone to work hard and conscientiously.

   It is also impossible for everyone to be loyal to Abel.

   There has always been a very secret department in Rock Security.

  The job of this department is to monitor those employees around Abel and his company who made mistakes, and at the same time collect evidence by the way.

  The names of the twenty-odd people reported by Edward are employees who have committed more serious crimes and are also employees who are closer to Abel.

   "These people, do they have any family members working on our side?"

   Abel said softly.

   "A total of 26 people, 6 people and family members work in different companies of yours." Edward said softly.

   "Kick out these 6 people and their families."

   "These 26 individuals were given different punishments according to the seriousness of their respective crimes."

  Abel looked at Edward, and suddenly made a comparison with John Chris's posture to David Rockefeller not long ago.

  His right hand stroked lightly on his neck.

   "The ten worst ones, like this."

   "The rest will be given to Prosecutor Morgenthau."

   "We need to kill some chickens to warn some monkeys, understand?"

  Hearing what the boss said and seeing the boss' actions.

  Edward froze for a moment, looking at the calm but chilly eyes of the boss.

  Edward paused for breath, then nodded immediately: "I see, BOSS."

  Abel stood up from the beach chair in satisfaction, and patted the shoulder of the former retired captain of the US Special Forces.

   "Edward, sometimes it's not that I want to do this. It's that when we don't do this, the enemy will become more and more cruel. This world is very big, and people are dying every hour and every second of every day."

   "So dead people are a very normal thing."

   “If we do wrong, God will keep them.”

   "If we do it right, so much the better. Satan will be more than happy to support us in doing it."

   "Go, I believe in the future. You will be proud of Sammy and Demon's achievements."

  Demon and Sammy are the names of two of Abel's many godsons and goddaughters.

  And the father of his two godsons/goddaughters is named Edward Sefoloza.

   is the captain of the bodyguard standing beside Abel now.

   “I believe that day will come.”

  Edward took a deep breath, with a firm and confident smile on his face.

  Abel smiled back, then waved lightly to signal Edward to go to work, and he turned around and walked towards the beach.

   See him coming.

  The best beauties in the Southeast Asian entertainment industry are playing and laughing even more happily.

  Some people are too bold, or even playful on purpose, and "accidentally" are torn off by their companions. The bikini shoulder straps, or the laces of the trousers are white...

  They are not afraid of light leakage, because they know that all within one kilometer of Siloso Beach have been closed.

  The security team of the richest man in the world has guarded any direction leading to the sky, sea, and land.

  In it, apart from the female employees, there is only one man, Abel.

  Let's not say a little bit of light is missing, even if they don't wear it at all, they are not afraid.

   What's more, before this, they have played even more absurd games.

  Day. Body beach or something, let alone nothing.

   "Hahaha...my dears, here I come."

   Abel approached them laughing, causing bigger laughter and small cheers from them.

  Happy laughter resounded over Siloso Beach.

   What contrasted strongly with this laughter was the mournful sound of the ambulance that left here that afternoon.

   The ambulance took them away to the Smith Financial Safe House in the corner of the manor villa. Two employees had problems.

   These two people are Smith elite traders from New York.

  One of them had a heart attack and died suddenly on the spot.

   Another got food poisoning, was sent to the hospital, and never came back.

   And the next day.

  In the United States, there are a few more people killed in shooting incidents.

   A few days later, several Americans unfortunately died in car accidents, adding a few strokes to the number of American car accident deaths that year.

  At the same time, the Texas Consortium and the Smith Department initiated an undisclosed search.

  There are more than 500 people who have been sued by Houston prosecutors, Manhattan district attorneys, Los Angeles prosecutors, etc...

  In this world, some people are born as cattle and horses, while others are born in Rome.

  In this world, some people live as if they are in heaven.

   Then of course someone is going to hell.

  (end of this chapter)

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