America's Road to Wealth

upstairs,

Peggy Morgenthau's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, What does he mean? Is he demonstrating?

That's right. It's most likely a demonstration. Next to him, Robert Morgenthau laughed softly:

This young man is really interesting.

Hearing her grandfather's confirmation tone, Peggy Morgenthal thought for a moment and said softly——

He thinks, Grandpa, are you afraid of the NRA, or can the NRA protect him?

That softie LaPierre. I heard anyone who walks into his office can get him to approve a loan.

This guy went to LaPierre, but he went to the wrong person.

Peggy and her grandfather are both life members of the NRA.

In the United States, there are few real elites who are not members of the NRA.

Peggy even knew that her grandfather had served as an NRA board member for two terms in the past.

In addition, Paige also knows something about LaPierre.

At first glance, the CEO of the NRA does not look like the shrewd and greedy official in the traditional perception.

LaPierre is famous for his weak character and lack of ambition. He likes to hide when things happen and he doesn't even dare to make promises.

There's a joke within the NRA: If you walk into LaPierre's office and put enough pressure on him, he can get you a grant.

LaPierre's only hobby is eating sweets, probably because it relieves his stress.

After four years as NRA CEO, LaPierre told the Los Angeles Times that the job was so draining that he wanted to retire immediately and return to his hometown to open an ice cream shop.

This has been the case since LaPierre first joined the NRA.

At that time, the NRA wanted to recruit a donkey party lobbyist, and LaPierre applied successfully.

LaPierre always wears a wrinkled suit and has empty eyes, but he is constantly being promoted.

He was promoted to state lobbyist in 1978, federal lobbyist in 1980, and CEO in 1991.

Such a softie can become CEO.

The biggest reason is actually the balance of power among the various parties within the NRA, and no one is convinced by anyone.

LaPierre, who has a weak and neutral character, came to power, and in the end it was a result that everyone liked to see.

Peggy didn't think that such a guy would dare to really do anything to her grandfather.

But Robert Morgenthau doesn't think so.

Seeing his granddaughter's disdain for LaPierre, Robert shook his head:

“LaPierre is weak, that’s true.

However, that doesn't mean the NRA won't help that young man.

But this has nothing to do with us. Even if the NRA sides with him, it has nothing to do with us.

Robert looked at Peggy and said, We just need to do our own thing, and that's enough.

Seeing her grandfather's calm look, Paige also felt relaxed. She smiled and said, Okay, I will listen to you.

Robert nodded, and then the Manhattan prosecutor stretched out half his head and one hand with a smile on his face, smiling and waving to Abel in the restaurant downstairs.

That's a response.

Downstairs, Abel looked up and saw Robert's actions, and he smiled back.

LaPierre saw that he kept looking up, so he also looked up.

But when LaPierre looked, Robert was gone.

What's wrong? LaPierre asked curiously.

I saw an old friend and said hello to him. He responded to me. Abel said with a smile.

Oh. LaPierre said nonchalantly.

This is upper Manhattan, so we can’t say it’s full of rich people.

But if you throw a grenade and explode it, at least a few millionaires, one or two multi-millionaires will be among those bombed.

Here, it is nothing for a rich man to meet an acquaintance.

Abel chatted with LaPierre for a few more words, and then agreed on the approximate time of donation.

Then he separated from LaPierre, left the restaurant and got into the Cadillac STS that had been waiting for him.

After entering the carriage, he thought about the possible consequences of everything he did today.

LaPierre was famous for his weakness. Morgan and his grandson knew it, and Abel also knew it.

But his donation to the NRA was not for La Pierre.

Within the NRA, LaPierre is just a butler and a mascot on the surface.

What the NRA really has power is the board of directors, and the chairman, who is elected once a year.

So his donation is actually for these people to see.

LaPierre also knew, but this donation was made while LaPierre was in office.

If it's LaPierre's credit, even the weaklings will be happy.

Robert Morgenthau also knew this, so he told Paige that LaPierre was weak, but the NRA would not necessarily help Abel.

This was also Abel's purpose.

The NRA has a great influence on Aramco's House of Cards, and Abel himself has deep roots in the NRA.

He felt that it would be a waste not to take advantage of this relationship.

So by donating money, he planned to deepen his relationship with the NRA again.

This was to prevent him from angering Robert or the people behind him in the future.

The relationship with the NRA can give them some scruples.

This is to tell them that I, Abel Smith, am not a mud-legged person.

Only in this way can we maximize the probability and prevent those guys from going to extremes.

But Abel also knew his most powerful weapon.

It is my ability in the financial field.

With green paper, everything is easy to talk about.

Without the green paper that smelled like ink, he would have no choice but to go back to Tarrant to raise cattle.

Thinking about it this way,

He said to the driver Dirk: Go to the company.

From the passenger seat, Edward picked up the intercom and said, Go back to Smith Capital.

The black Cadillac STS got the order and turned on the turn signal.

In front of the convoy, a black Cadillac SUV turned first, covering the front of the Cadillac STS.

Behind the car, another relatively simple-looking Toyota Sequoia followed the Cadillac STS, blocking the rear direction of the Cadillac sedan.

On the other side of the street, there was a similarly black Cadillac STS and a Cadillac SUV, which followed after the convoy started.

The difference is that they are farther away from the convoy, maintaining a distance of about 100 meters.

Unlike the three cars in the convoy, which always go together.

After encountering that unexpected accident in Fort Worth yesterday.

Because of the boss's request, Rock Security has enhanced its protection against the boss.

From the past, there were three cars and eight bodyguards every time I went out.

It increased to an exaggerated scale of five vehicles and fifteen bodyguards.

When it comes to fear of death and caution, Abel feels that few billionaires in the United States can compare with him.

But he doesn't think this is too much, after all, no matter how rich he is.

It's useless to enjoy life without your life.

Only when you are alive can you have dps, and only when you are alive can you enjoy it.

He insisted on this from beginning to end.

More than ten minutes later, the motorcade arrived at Woolworth Building.

Abel came to Smith Capital.

On the way, he had already called David Mellon.

So when he arrived, David's side was ready.

The safe house has been activated. Five traders, all according to the list you gave me.

After meeting Abel, David said a little excitedly: During this period, it has been all those nagging things.

I almost forgot that we are actually a financial investment company!

Tell me, Boss. Where are we going to find food this time!

Seeing David's excited look, Abel smiled and understood the reason for his appearance.

After all, David owns 2% of the company's shares and can receive dividends at the end of the year.

Although these 2% dry shares require David Mellon to work in the company for more than ten years before he can change hands.

Before this, David only had the right to dividends and no other rights.

But just the dividend rights are enough to make David Mellon excited.

The company's profit this year is about to reach 4 billion.

4 billion US dollars, even if a quarter is used as dividends.

2% of a billion dollars can also be divided into 20 million dollars.

This is equivalent to all David’s income since he started working.

Almost ten years have passed, and David is naturally excited.

This time we are going to London to find food. Abel said softly.

Understood. Futures? Foreign exchange? Or the stock market, or marketable bonds? David said excitedly.

Come into the safe house. Abel took the lead and walked into the safe house command room of Smith Capital.

In the command room, you can already see five traders gearing up through the glass.

Abel sat down in the command room and gave direct instructions:

Divide the funds from Fund No. 1 into two parts.

Smith Capital’s Fund No. 1 refers to the company’s first private placement fund.

The total private placement amount is US$3 billion and has already been fully subscribed.

And all the funds have been received and are located in the custody account of Smith Capital.

Of course, in accordance with laws and relevant regulations.

This money is money entrusted to Smith Capital by investors.

Smith Capital only has the authority to invest in them and cannot use them for other purposes other than investment.

After splitting into two equal parts, the company will match US$1 billion each, for a total of US$2.5 billion.

Abel looked at the various real-time economic data fed back from the London financial market on the screen.

He continued to give orders: One of them, US$2.5 billion, 6-8 times leverage, will continue to be invested in the international crude oil market. The standards are the same as last time.

Smith Capital started trading international crude oil futures half a month ago.

A deposit of US$1 billion has been invested, and another US$2.5 billion will be invested this time.

Smith Capital's investment in the international crude oil market has reached US$3.5 billion.

This is already a relatively eye-catching figure because Smith Capital also used leverage.

In the face of the current high international oil prices, it is relatively dangerous.

The amount of funds is large and conspicuous, which can easily attract the covetousness of giants.

It is easy to be manipulated by others and then swallowed.

But Abel did it anyway, and David Mellon blindly believed and implemented it.

Okay. I'll give the order right away. David Mellon said.

After confirming this order, Abel continued to focus on the London market.

Soon, Abel's eyes were attracted by the K-line of London Gold in front of him, and he said calmly:

All traders,

Each person's account holds a position of 500 million U.S. dollars, a margin of 250 million U.S. dollars, and a leverage of 20 times. He holds a multi-party transaction order to buy London gold.

London gold is the most single trading variety in the world, using the T+0 model and trading 24 hours a day, but the opening hours are different in different countries around the world. .

The trading board composed of many countries basically covers 24 hours a day.

There is at most a gap of two or three hours in between, which is considered rest time.

Among them, the afternoon trading in the North American and European markets is the bloodiest time of the day.

Now in 2000, during the peak period, there was a daily trading volume of nearly 12 trillion US dollars, half of which occurred during this period. .

This is a holy land for speculators whose scale is not inferior to that of the international foreign exchange market and whose risk levels are similar. It is a meat grinding ground where bulls and bears fight.

Every day, countless people achieve financial freedom here, and countless people are liquidated due to liquidation.

You can enter the market with as little as $1,000, and with 100 times leverage, one point of rise or fall is worth $100. .

If the price falls by about 7 points, the position will be forced to be liquidated. For example, the current price is 312.770 to 305.770. It is simply 7 points, not a percentage. .

Each of the five traders has a leverage of 500 million and 20 times, which is equivalent to US$50 billion in funds.

The profit and loss of 1 point is about 33.33 million US dollars. .

If it were an ordinary manager, he would hear the boss's trading methods like a crazy gambler.

I'm guessing I've been scared to death for a long time, so I either stopped him or thought about where I would go to find a new job tomorrow.

But David Mellon is different.

He has seen Abel's crazy operations in the foreign exchange market and London gold many times.

So although David's heart rate is now over one hundred four and his mouth is dry.

But he still shouted loudly, and the traders began to enter the market.

Under Abel's arrangement, US$50 billion gradually entered London Gold, which was basically a big splash and could not influence the market situation. .

Don't worry, just wait.

After Abel finished explaining, he still felt a little unfinished.

This feeling of wielding the big stick of green money and making billions or tens of billions at every turn is so wonderful.

Born as an old beauty, I don’t want to be a leader in a white house.

You should be a big player in the capital market, so that your rebirth will not be in vain.

Only then can he live up to his ability in the financial field.

I, Abel Smith, vow to bring my abilities to the global financial market!

He looked at the time. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

After thinking for a while, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Hello, David...

After the call was connected, Abel spoke.

David Mellon, who had an excited expression next to him, as if he had taken ten little blue pills, was startled and responded: I'm here...

Forehead

Abel looked at him and said, It's not your David. It's another David.

David Mellon: .

Well, he's your colleague. His name is also David. But his surname is Mellon. I'll introduce you to him next time. David, how do you like the Ales company?

In David Mellon's how could you be intimate with other Davids in front of me look.

Abel began talking to David Jones, whom he had left behind in Texas to work for him in Tarrant County.