Chapter 97

Manhattan, New York.

In Robert Morgenthau's office.

Robert opened this issue of the "New York Observer" and carefully read the headlines on the first page.

Robert first looked at the author of this title, discovering that it was Malcolm Gladwell.

The author, Robert knew, was a young editor. Currently a columnist for The New Yorker and an editor for The New York Times and The Washington Post.

This humanistic style is sharp and the language humorous. Although most works are non-fiction, they do not revolve around one character or one story.

But the plots are generally more twisted and its writing is full of ups and downs.

In this report. Under the pen of Malcolm Gladwell, Abel Smith became a man in Texas, fresh out of college.

Because his father's concept was different from his father's, the latter did not support it.

A contemporary young man secretly runs away from home and goes to New York, the largest city in America.

The article also said that when Abel Smith arrived in New York, he only had $70 on him.

Seeing that, Robert couldn't help but curse: "FXXYOU! It's just an invention."

As far as Robert knew, the young man's name was Abel Smith. On the third day after arriving in New York, I started trading in the foreign exchange market.

And in the first transaction, the amount amounted to 70,000 US dollars.

Now it is said that when he arrived he only had with him seventy dollars.

Where will the next $70,000 come from?

Who robbed the bank? Robert is curious how Malcolm Gladwell will continue to edit in the future.

Robert continued reading.

In this article is a young British-Canadian American writer.

Using a legendary plot with novel-like ups and downs, it describes Abel Smith's money-making experience during his first three months on Wall Street.

[That day, Smith had breakfast. Suddenly a newspaper fell at his feet. He picked it up and saw in the newspaper that the yen would decrease today. ]

[Then he took this newspaper, entered the stock market, bought yen and failed. ]

[Tonight he won $90,000. ]

"funny!"

Review by Robert Morgenthau. But Robert knew that this kind of flat and direct description could easily attract readers.

Robert read carefully while criticizing.

It took him half an hour to read this article, which was at least 3,000 words long.

After reading it, Robert frowned.

He put down the newspaper, unconsciously picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. But he discovered that the coffee in the cup was empty, he had just finished drinking it.

This means that Robert only looks very carefully.

Putting down his empty coffee cup, Robert stood up and walked around his desk.

He then returned to his seat, picked up the landline and pressed "1".

The phone rang: "Hello, Mr. Morgenthau. »

"Tyrande, call Arthur Carter for me."

Robert ordered his secretary. "Okay. Is this Mr. Arthur Carter of the New York Observer?" » Secretary confirmed.

"Exactly."

"Okay, this connects you."

The phone hung up and beeped.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"Good morning?"

"Hello Arthur, my name is Robert Morgenthau."

Hearing Robert introduce himself, the other person was silent for a while. "Hello Mr. Morgenthau. How can you help me?"

"I'm sorry, Arthur. I wanted to know what the headline of today's New York Observer is?"

"Forehead"

Arthur Carter, on the other end of the line, said: "Mr. Morgenthau, I'm sorry.

The New York Observer no longer belongs to me as of last night, at 6 p.m., and I have sold it. "

"OH?" Robert was very surprised. Arthur Carter tries to sell the weekly newspaper "New York Observer" that Robert knows about.

Even if the "New York Observer" has a certain influence among New York's upper class.

But his sales of each issue are only about 40,000 to 60,000 copies, and he won't be able to make a profit if sales don't increase.

As far as Robert knows, the newspaper appears to have lost money.

For years, Arthur Carter had been looking to sell. It's just that there are people who are willing to do business at a profit without a head, but no one is willing to do business at a loss with two heads.

The "New York Observer" wasn't making any money and understandably few people wanted to take over.

Arthur couldn't sell it, but he didn't expect to be able to sell it now.

"Can you tell me who the buyer is?" » Robert asked gently.

"Oh, it's no secret," said Arthur Carter.

"Abe Smith, the young wolf of Wall Street, the new generation of financial tycoons. Well, it seems like you "know" him very well. "

"Ha~"

Robert's face fell and he said softly, "Thank you, Arthur."

But I don't know this young man very well, thanks for the information.

I still have work to do here, let's go out next time, okay? "

"Alright. Let's meet again next time."

"Yeah."

Robert Morgenthau hung up.

He rubbed the microphone, wondering why this young man suddenly bought a newspaper.

And so in a hurry, I started bragging the next day.

This must have something to do with what happened yesterday.

Robert, who has been active in Manhattan political and legal circles for many years, is well aware of this. After thinking for a while, he pressed the "1" key on the phone again.

"Hello, Mr. Morgenthau."

"Tyrande, get Paige and Cyrus for me."

"Alright."

A few minutes later, Cyrus and Peggy, chief and deputy of the financial crimes investigation team at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office in New York, entered.

After the two entered, Robert motioned for them to sit down.

Then Robert said, "Cyrus, what happened to yesterday's incident?

Cyrus immediately replied: "It's been discovered."

Sophia Kendall and Jess Bledzos, one is suspected of violating three financial laws and the other is suspected of violating seven crimes. Documents and evidence have been prepared and can be prosecuted at any time. "

Robert waved his hand and continued to ask: "Where is Smith Capital?"

Cyrus couldn't help but look at Peggy and shrugged, signaling that you were the boss and could answer.

Cyrus thinks: this is your grandfather, who loves you as much as he loves you.

But actually he knew that after the last time.

Peggy Morgenthau disagrees with the continued investigation of Smith Capital. It was Cyrus who insisted, then Robert suddenly supported him.

Only what happened yesterday happened.

So Cyrus had no choice but to continue saying: "As for Smith Capital, we have no evidence that they broke the law.

Not all books and information can be reported or they all contain elements of fraud. "

"That's what it means." Robert said:

"Except for these two little shrimps. Smith Capital has no problem. Is that what you mean? »

There was a bit of resignation, but Cyrus still nodded: "You could say so."

"It is very good."

Robert said:

"Temporarily sealed documents related to Sophia Kend and Jess Bledzos."

"Return Smith Capital information and ledgers."

"This matter is temporarily over."

Cyrus frowned, but luckily he didn't have to speak, this time Peggy did.

"Mr. Morgenthau, do you intend not to prosecute Sophia Kend and Jess Bledzos?"

"This is only temporary. We have enough information and evidence in hand and can send them to prison at any time." Robert replied to his niece.

"But now is not the right time, let's wait a moment."

Peggy looked at her grandfather's serious expression, nodded slightly and stopped speaking. Cyrus didn't even say a word, hoping that Peggy would take the initiative to talk to Robert.

In fact, Cyrus really regrets it now.

Cyrus feels taken advantage of.

Used by Robert, by some of the people behind Robert.

"Okay, let's do this first." Robert said. "Cyrus, you can go to work. Peggy, you stay here, I have something to tell you."

Cyrus stood up, nodded and left without hesitation.

Peggy also stood up because she saw her grandfather also stand up.

As a result, Robert gave today's copy of the New York Observer to Peggy.

"Looking at the title, what do you think this Wall Street wolf wants to do?"

Peggy picked up the newspaper and looked at the headlines on the front page. She was a bit surprised.

"Um~Okay, let me take a look." » Peggy said.

Robert nodded and left his niece to read the newspaper there.

He climbed into the office himself, took a few steps and then went to the window, opening the window to look at the street outside.

Peggy patiently read it and within a few minutes she made the same judgment as her grandfather:

There's a problem with the newspaper, Malcolm Gladwell must have taken the money. Because of the hype, few people believe that they don't collect money.

But at the same time, Peggy also noticed that although much of this article was fictional and had been edited.

But there is also a lot of data that is real.

For example, Smith's donations to these charities are very specific.

This reassured her that Malcolm Gladwell had definitely been paid to write this article. Otherwise, these numbers, for this young and famous writer, could not have been so clear.

She read half of it and thought Malcolm Gladwell's writing was really good.

As I was about to continue reading, I suddenly heard my grandfather calling.

"Peggy, come here."

Peggy turned her attention from the newspaper and looked up at her grandfather.

I found my grandfather by the window and waved to him. "What's the matter, grandpa?" Peggy brought the newspaper.

She stood next to Robert, a head shorter than Robert.

Robert pointed downstairs and said gently: "You are young, your eyes are sharper." Look over there, Hanrad restaurant over there.

"Correct." Peggy watched obediently.

Manhattan District Attorney's Office, located in Upper Manhattan. is a 7-story building, all belonging to the prosecutor's office.

Among them, Robert's office is located on the third floor, facing the street below, while ensuring a clear enough view.

"EQUAL."

Looking at the edge of the restaurant, near a spot on the trading floor side of the building.

"Looks like Abel Smith. The person standing next to him also looks familiar."

"It's familiar. That's Wayne LaPierre. You saw him at your birthday party last month. »Robert smiled.

"Senior Vice President and CEO of the NRA? Paige was surprised.

"Yes, it is him."

"Yesterday you and Cyrus went with him," Robert said.

He came down to dinner with LaPierre today. "

"Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"ARE NOT." Peggy said with a serious face: "There is no such coincidence."

Robert took a deep breath, the Manhattan district attorney especially did not like the feeling that things were no longer under his control.

Downstairs, Hanrad restaurant.

On the first floor by the window, Wayne LaPierre, CEO of the National Rifle Association, said admiringly:

"It's really Abel, you're such an excellent member!

I must tell the council, tell them, your support and help to the association! "

The NRA CEO seemed a little excited.

The reason he was excited was because of the young man in front of him just now.

Promise him that for the next six months. The other side will donate eight million dollars to the NRA.

Even though the NRA is a huge organization with 5 million members and an annual income of over $400 million.

$8 million in donations is still a large amount of money for the NRA.

That already equates to 2% of the NRA's annual income, roughly the annual dues of the 400,000 Rifle Association members.

Facing the CEO, Abel smiled and said: "I am a lifetime member of the NRA association. Now that he has the ability, he must of course inform the association about his return.

The annual membership fee for an NRA membership is $30 and the annual renewal fee is only $19.99.

cheap and poor people can participate.

For $1,500, you can become a lifetime member and receive a leather jacket emblazoned with the association's logo.

Joining is simple, which is why there are over five million members.

This tax-exempt non-profit organization has always been very interested in investing in American card houses. His influence on both sides was always at the forefront.

It doesn't matter who it is, as long as they want to play in the American house of cards.

We must be wary of the NRA's attitude.

"Hahaha~" Wayne LaPierre said:

"If everyone in the NRA was like you. Then the NRA would be a better place."

"I have decided to vote for you next year to participate in the council elections," Lapierre said seriously.

Hearing him say that, Abel smiled. This Lapierre is really good.

It was worth it for him to make another huge donation in addition to the previous donation of tens of thousands of dollars.

Becoming an NRA director like his father was one of Abe's goals when he invited LaPierre to lunch today.

Another goal,

Abel looked up at the window, which was on the third floor of the nearby exchange.

Abel saw two vague silhouettes, making Abel couldn't help but laugh. Melio's information is correct, the old man's office window is here.

I'm not here for nothing and I've been dragging LaPierre around all morning.

Thinking of this, Abel even stretched out his hand, waving it slightly upward, with a leisurely and comfortable attitude.

(end of this chapter)