America’s Road To Wealth

  Chapter 490 The backyard is on fire

  Buffett, Soros, PNC Financial Group, Bloomberg, these people and forces, they are the earliest allies of Abel.

   Especially Buffett. The stock **** is the first person to invest in Smith Capital, and he is also one of Abel's best friends.

  But Abel has always known that these so-called allies and good friends are often unreliable.

   In the face of interests, or in the face of life-and-death difficulties.

  If they were to betray themselves, they would definitely not hesitate.

   Just like Abel would not hesitate to ask Abel to betray them when the need arises.

  Everyone is like a bird, and no one can blame anyone.

   Even more than these people, even Smith's Iron League bush family is the same.

   When life or death, or when there are huge interests.

  Abel believed, whether it was George or Herbert, or even Neil.

  How they will choose, Abel will not have extravagant expectations at all.

  The more people and families climb to the top, the more ruthless they are.

   A lover cannot be a ruler, and a lover cannot be a superior.

  The ancestors of China have long concluded that the so-called kindness does not control soldiers and righteousness does not control wealth, which is a summary of this.

  Just like Ikana, in parallel time and space, when Abel is about to be reborn.

   In the face of interests, she betrayed her father without hesitation.

   Regarding this point, Abel has always been very sober.

  The reason why Abel compromised with Morgan and Rockefeller so quickly.

   There is a concern that when I confront Morgan and the others, these former allies will turn around and stab me in the back.

   This is very likely to happen.

  Abel’s talent is only in the financial field, not omnipotent.

  If he really has a system or something, then he will definitely rebuild a country he is satisfied with in the United States.

   His gaze was directed at the sea of ​​stars, not like now. I can only choose to blend in and get entangled with these maggots.

   Just like now, he clashed with Morgan and the others on the surface, and even got into a fight.

  In the eyes of many people who don't know the truth, this is a very serious matter.

   Even in the eyes of many people, it is time for them to stand in line.

   When choosing Smith or choosing Morgan.

  Leaving McDonald's, on the way back to 599 Water Street, DC.

  In the Cadillac monster car, Abel was terrified.

  He thought of one thing.

   This incident made him feel that he really couldn't take the risk.

   After thinking for a while, he spoke softly to David in the front passenger seat:

   "Notify Smith Media and announce the latest news from Smith Financial Group."

  David was stunned, because the boss said before that it could not be announced, and he had to wait for the right time.

  Now I don’t know if it’s ahead of time, or the right time has come.

  But since the boss has made a decision, David naturally nodded slightly.

   "No problem, BOSS, I will notify you right away."

  David picked up the satellite phone directly in front of Abel and started communicating with Smith Media.

   As for Smith Media, it happened to be the time when the rotating CEO Michael Levine came to power.

  From this month to April next year.

  Michael Levine will always be the CEO of Smith Media. The original Robert Iger continued to serve as the CEO of his MGM film group and one of the presidents of the group company.

  Whether the rotating CEO system can continue normally and produce results.

   Now it depends on whether Michael can continue Robert's previous high-speed development trend after taking office.

  Digression—Smith Media’s rotation system is now also attracting the attention of major companies in the United States, and even many think tanks.

  If Smith Media's system works, then this rotating CEO system is likely to be adopted by many companies to try.

  Watching David finished the phone call, he was a little relieved after thinking about Abel a lot.

  He closed his eyes and fell asleep, and it took more than ten minutes.

  The convoy has returned to the vicinity of 599 Water Street, DC.

  In terms of time, it was already approaching noon.

  Before he was about to get out of the car at the door, he received a notice.

  Little Laura is coming to Washington.

  According to the plan, she was going to wait until Abel finished his work in Washington before going back to New York.

  At that time, the two will choose to be in New York, or go back to Texas, to carry out the man-making project of Smith and Bush.

   There is obviously a reason for her to come over there ahead of time.

   There was a fire in the backyard.

  This is the way in this world, some people will be proud and others will be frustrated.

  Kayla Wilson, who was so proud of herself these past two days, attracted much attention at the banquet she attended in Washington.

  Her confident and elegant temperament, pretty face, devilish figure, and elegant demeanor have all become the focus of discussion.

   The Californian media, who always like to brag about their own family and belittle New Yorkers, naturally love their celebrities more.

  Any name such as "Princess of San Francisco" is added to her body, making her glamorous for a while, and there is no one who can match her.

  So, when little Laura, who was busy studying at the New York University branch in Manhattan, New York, saw these reports in the newspaper, she was already very unhappy.

   When she found out through some channels that her man had actually picked this "wild flower", she became even more upset, and completely detonated the grievances that had accumulated in her heart.

   This is actually easy to understand.

  She was able to tolerate ladies like Ikana and Paris because Little Laura felt that it was impossible for them to take away her position as the main palace.

  Whether it's family influence, or being a Texan, or the marriage contract that has been confirmed, little Laura stands high in front of them, and her position is very stable.

  In the past, Peggy from the wealthy Morgenthau family on the east coast could make her feel a little threatened.

  Little Laura also knows that Abel and Peggy may be a little ambiguous, but generally they are still very clean and pure.

   And now, there's Kayla Wilson.

  First of all, Kayla's Wilson family has a stronger status in California or the West Coast than the shrubs in Texas.

  Wilson has served as a general and many governors of California. In this respect, it is equal to the shrubs, but in terms of economy, as one of the leaders of the California consortium, Wilson is far stronger than the shrubs in Texas.

  The key is the California consortium and the Texas consortium. There is the possibility of cooperation.

   At this time, Keira's status and importance were elevated again.

   In other words, no matter what aspect Kayla has, she has the possibility of challenging her status in the backyard.

  She can bear other aspects, but little Laura can't bear this aspect.

   Then she came to kill.

   It takes less than two hours to fly from New York to Washington, D.C.

  After receiving the news, Abel passed by the gate of No. 599 Water Street, DC District.

  Sitting in the luxurious office car, Abel rubbed the Jinming point on the bridge of his nose helplessly.

  Women's intuition is very sensitive, or only the same kind can understand the same kind.

   Keira has the idea of ​​replacing little Laura, and little Laura can also feel threatened by her. No, they are all here to face the challenge.

   buzzing...

  Abel took out the vibrating mobile phone from his pocket, looked at it, and showed a wry smile on his face.

   "Hello honey. Are you on the plane yet?"

   "Okay. Then I'll wait for you in Washington. In fact, you don't have to come. You have to believe me. You are my true love and the woman I value most."

   "Okay, okay. I know you didn't come for her, you just miss me too much. Then come on, uh…"

   "But I may not be able to pick you up. I have to meet Morgan and the others in the afternoon. There is a lot of turmoil outside now, and I need to calm them down."

   "Okay, I know. I won't tire myself out, I love you..."

Abel hung up the phone, played with the phone in his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the slightly gray sky in Washington, and muttered softly in his mouth: "Mad, is this **** going to happen to me... "

  Edward and David, the drivers in front, both heard the boss's soft voice.

  Edward couldn't understand because his boss spoke standard Chinese.

  Edward, an old beauty, can't understand.

   David understood.

  Mr. Housekeeper actually didn’t know Chinese at first, but because Chinese is the only foreign language his boss knows, David secretly learned it in private, and he learned it very hard.

  Now he can understand most of what the boss says.

   It's useless to understand, because obviously the boss can't handle this kind of thing by himself.

  David is a housekeeper, of course there is no way to handle it.

   Then you can only act as if you don’t know, or didn’t hear or understand.

   Around five o'clock in the afternoon, the black Cadillac monster left one of Morgan's strongholds in Washington.

  Looking out the window, Abel's convoy is leaving.

  John Chris Morgan turned his head to the old Rockefeller next to him with a chuckle and said:

   "This kid is still very perceptive. I don't know if Herbert told him, or he thought of it himself."

  David smiled, "Maybe both. He is a very smart person. Apart from his financial talent, he is very cautious and self-aware."

  Just as Abel thought, this time Morgan and Rockefeller apparently reached a cooperation with him, and everyone became their own.

   Looks like everyone is happy. But in fact, they also set up a small pit for Abel.

   That fight at the Federal Advisory Committee.

   Those who know the inside story know that this is a play between the two of them.

  More people who don’t know will think that Morgan, Rockefeller and Smith have completely torn their faces, a signal before a major turmoil is about to come.

  This part of people, in order to choose to protect themselves, they may stand in line without knowing the real inside story.

   Stand with Smith, or stand with Morgan and the others.

  Whether these people stand for Smith or Morgan, when they later know that the conflict was actually staged.

   An embarrassing situation was formed.

   Standing on Smith will worry that it will attract the resentment of Morgan and the others.

  These people will blame Abel and Morgan for playing this drama to rip them off.

  Let them not be human inside and out.

   At this time, Morgan and the others are powerful, and they will only choose to be dissatisfied with Abel.

  If these people choose to side with Morgan, it will alienate them from Smith. Even if he wanted to make amends afterwards, he would worry that Smith no longer trusted them.

   In general, it will not do much harm to Abel, but it will plant a thorn in the hearts of the companions in Abel's camp.

   And this kind of thorn is the most scalp-numbing thing on Abel's side, whose foundation is not stable and his background is not deep.

   "Maybe there is that guy Buffett." John Chris said softly:

   "That guy accompanied him to the Washington Post Building in the morning. This guy is very dissatisfied with us."

  David nodded, "I know. Buffett, he seems to be very optimistic about this kid. Forget it, he has already discovered it, so it will have no effect."

"Um…"

   When the two giants were talking, Abel, who had just left them, was in the car.

  At this moment, he also thought of what the two giants were thinking.

   That was what Buffett said at McDonald's in the morning.

  Buffett is probably not curious about the inside story at all.

   It was this old guy who told himself very secretly that Morgan and Rockefeller had sinister intentions in this matter.

  Then... Abel couldn't help but think of Herbert again.

  Things that Buffett can think of, it doesn't make sense. Herbert, a super old fritter, didn't think of it.

  If Herbert thought of it and didn't tell himself...

  Abel couldn't think about it anymore.

  He felt that if he continued to think about it, no one in this world would be able to believe it.

  Abel had no choice but to say in his heart: when the water is clear, there will be no fish; when the water is clear, there will be no fish; if the water is clear, there will be no fish...

   "Made, I'm really not good at intrigue, conspiracy and tricks."

   Half an hour later.

   2100 Dunmore NW, Washington, DC.

  This high-end estate, located in the Phillips Park neighborhood near Fox Hall, is known for its rolling hills, mature trees, and outstanding estates.

  The convoy drove into this high-end manor with 5 bedrooms and 7 bathrooms, and Abel got off at the entrance of the main hall.

  A few people stood at the door, including Marcus, the Secret Service team leader who received two salaries, and Hannah Catherine, who used to be a spy by Abel's side.

   Seeing Abel appear, Marcus hurried up and said softly, "Boss, uh..."

  Seeing this address, Hannah and several other Secret Service agents next to him looked over strangely.

   Marcus, who had reached a revolving door deal with Rock Security, quickly changed his words, but his attitude was as attentive as ever:

   "Mr. Smith, Miss Bush looks a little unhappy."

  Abel nodded at him, "Thanks, Marcus."

  Patting the shoulder of the Secret Service team leader, Abel stepped into the main hall.

  As soon as he entered, the expression on his face "huo".

  Abel shook his head and smiled wryly, looking at the torn newspapers, on the coffee table, on the coffee table, the fragments of mobile phones falling on the carpet, and the suitcase on the sofa.

  Led by a female bodyguard, Abel came to the door of the bedroom, opened the door and looked in, only to find Simmons in a mess, and no one to see little Laura.

  The female bodyguard said that there is no one outside, so only the bathroom is left.

  Abel walked into the bedroom, first restored himself to his original state, and then tiptoed to the door of the bathroom.

   Sure enough, I heard the sound of water coming from inside, which seemed to be the sound of water overflowing from the bathtub onto the floor.

   "Dang bang bang bang!"

  Abel opened the door abruptly, posing for a debut with a smile on his face, and dubbing his voice.

  Wow!

  Little Laura, who was completely submerged in the water, jumped up from the bottom of the water, her pale golden hair clinging to her body, water dripped from her haggard face, and she glared at Abel with red eyes.

  This kind of scene is rare, Abel scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "Honey, I'm here..."

  Little Laura looked at the handsome face that she loved and hated, and all kinds of feelings came out.

brush!

   Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks with drops of water on her face.

   This is the first time Abel saw her cry, and to be honest, Abel panicked a little.

   "Don't, don't, honey. Don't, why are you crying, don't."

  Abel stepped forward.

  Little Laura was crying instead of talking.

  She looked at Abel who was close at hand, ran over and squatted down, wiping the tears on her face, with a distressed look on her face.

  She was in a daze, and started to splash water, completely revealing Abel's body.

   When she finally calmed down from the excitement, Abel continued to comfort her.

  Little Laura just said something.

  Little Laura actually arrived at three o'clock in the afternoon.

  After arriving, little Laura originally planned to come here directly.

   This is another residence of Abel in Washington. Abel has several places like this.

   However, at the airport, she met Keira Wilson.

  Keira Wilson took the initiative to find her and said many ugly things to her.

  The two almost fought on the spot...

   "She scolded me, saying that I seduced you at such a young age! You know, I didn't at all! I just obeyed the arrangement of the family, the arrangement of my parents!"

   "She talks nonsense!"

   "Okay, okay..." Abel reassured her.

  Abel actually knows these things, and there are people he arranges around Keira and little Laura.

   But knowing Gui knows, the people he arranged didn’t dare to prevent these two from fighting, at most they could only prevent them from actually fighting.

  This kind of thing is actually unreasonable at all. In the final analysis, he, Abe Smith, did something wrong.

   That is, his status is too high now, and they are also super noble girls, even if they make trouble, they dare not make trouble on him.

  They chose to fight among themselves, and this is how they are now.

  Abel didn’t know what to do, he didn’t have such experience.

   It was always women who fawned over him, even little Laura and Kayla when they were alone.

   Now that he is asked to please a woman, he really can't do it.

   Then simply...

   Seeing little Laura calm down, how shameless he is.

  At a time like this, the shame has long been thrown to the Pacific Ocean.

  He didn't speak, didn't respond directly, just laughed and got up from the floor and stepped into the bathtub.

   "Go away... woo, why did you come in, let me go..."

   "Hey, be good, it will be fine in a while..."

   A few hours later, when Abel left the bedroom contentedly, little Laura didn't even want to move.

  Looking at the back of him leaving happily, the little Laura, who was pretending to be pitiful just a moment ago, showed a smug expression on her face.

   "Hey... Keira Wilson! Even if you are more beautiful than me, and your family background is not worse than mine, so what?"

   "Being open-minded and easily satisfied is the number one reason why I occupy the most important position in his heart!"

  Thinking happily like this, she fell into a dreamland in a daze.

  Night falls and the lights come on.

  The night in Washington is not as colorful as New York.

   But in many cases, as the capital of the empire, the concentration of intrigue here far exceeds that of any other place in the United States.

  When we got here, even the women began to like fighting each other...

   Sure enough, I’m still not good at this kind of thing, so I won’t write this kind of romantic stuff in the future.

  (end of this chapter)