Chapter 107

Probably around seven o'clock at night. One of the initiators of today's charity party. Senior Director, John J. Bolang, CEO of Texas Commerce Bank New York Branch. Finally he and his wife went backstage, toward Abel and the others' table. His arrival marks the beginning of this charitable celebration. But before that, John J. Bolang must first greet the bosses and CEOs of several major media agencies, and exchange information about the situation at night. John J. Brown smiled and chatted with Murdoch and others after a pleasant conversation. Sit next to Abel, sit right next to Abel, always ready. "Good evening, Mr. Smith." » John J. Brown said, smiling. Abel also smiled back: "Good evening, Mr. Brown. He always thought that John J. Brown seems to be coming for himself. "You can call me John, just like next time I really want to call you Abel." John J. Brown repeated. Abel shrugged. "Why not? John, we can. "Haha ~" John J. Brown smiled slightly. The interaction between the two attracted the attention of the guests at this table. Amanda Hearst with Ikana, her beautiful eyes continuously staring at Abel. This made Ikana a bit worried. "Ha~ Abel, you're probably a little confused. You're wondering why I invited you." John J.," Brown said. Abel nodded, he was indeed a bit confused. But what's curious is not why John J. Brown was invited. Instead, he wondered why John J. Brown had put himself in this position. If the soccer field culture that Ikana mentioned is real. So this position can really be considered position C for tonight's audience. On this table, besides him and Ikana, besides Ikana, there was also Amanda Hearst. The other guests were all old, or just old. Really attracts attention. "because." John J. Brown secretly smiled, then gently said in a voice only Abel could hear: "Because you're a Texan, because I'm a Texan." Hearing that, Abel couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He looked at John J. Brown, his eyes as if to say: Are you making fun of FXXK? ] Nearly two hundred guests were present. The Texan didn't dare say much, maybe about ten people. So why aren't other Texans sitting here? John J. Brown also knew his doubts. The guy laughed again before saying: "Oh, I'm friends with old Alex." This time, John J. Brown's voice was more normal and the other guests at the table could hear him as well. "Alex." Abel read it gently. That was the name of Abel's grandfather, Alex Smith. Alexander Smith was fifty-two years old and Emily was fifty years old. Alexander's father, Abel's grandfather, Alex Smith, remembered Abel as if he were seventy years old. Most of the time, Alex and his wife live in Houston or Dallas. Rarely returns to the Smith farm. Most of them are Alexander families, they come to these two cities to visit two elderly people on Christmas and Christmas Eve or other important holidays. Alex was also a celebrity in Tarrant County and also served as a director of the NRA. The old man used to be a shareholder of the Houston Rockets and Texas Rangers, but the shares have now been transferred to his son. Abel looked at John J. Brown, this guy was probably in his fifties. Being a Texan again, it makes sense to know Alex Smith. It was only because I knew my grandfather that I sat in this chair. Abel couldn't believe it. "GOOD." Looking at Abel's expression, John J. Brown lowered his voice again. It was always a voice that only the two of them could hear. "SO… as the Texan, or the Wolf of Wall Street is now on Wall Street. » "You may have heard of First National Bank of Dallas, First National City Bank of Houston, Republic Bank of Dallas and Texas Bank of Commerce. Have you ever heard the names of these banks? goods yet?" "If you haven't heard of them, perhaps you've heard of companies like Tenneco, Lin-Temco-Water, Hughes Aircraft and Texas Instruments?" When John J. Brown finished speaking, even mentioning the names of these banks. Abel understands the meaning of John J. Brown and the identity of John J. Brown. I really came here for me! Thanks to these companies and banks, they symbolize the great power of the United States. This giant force was known to the outside world as the Texas Corporation. This is the largest force in Texas, with a reputation comparable to Rockefeller, MG, First Citigroup, Chicago, California and other companies. At the same time, it is also one of the most powerful components of the US military industrial complex. "I heard about it." Abel coldly and calmly replied: "So, John, what do you mean? "Hahaha~" John J. Brown laughed loudly. This time, John J. Brown's voice was louder. People around this table can hear it. "It must be said that it is we who speak, not mine. Abel, you're a good Texan, a good guy. " "Your performance on Wall Street amazes us." "Everyone likes you very much. No, I should say they like you very much." "Now, do you understand what I mean, or rather what we mean?" Faced with the laughter and sincere, heartfelt words of John J. Brown. The media tycoons present here thought very quickly. Conveying the words and identity of John J. Brown. Someone vaguely guessed why John J. Brown ranked Abel in category C during tonight's hearing. And Abel himself guessed the reason. He guessed that John J. Brown represented or symbolized some force. Texas Association. Compared to other companies, the Texas company is one of the ten largest companies in the United States with relatively low bank capital and the weakest financial strength. Although there are 4 banks and 3 insurance companies, a solid financial core has not yet been formed. Currently it cannot be compared with other similar ones. But at the same time, because it's based in Texas and the Southern United States. The group also has strong industrial, industrial and energy capital, and controls part of the military industrial complex. Earlier. Abel thought about it because he was a Texan. In fact, you can beat this company. If I can squeeze this thick leg, I don't dare say anything more, but it will certainly be much safer in terms of personal activities. That's just his ability, mainly in the financial field. Texas and the Southern United States are very weak in this area. There were no conditions for him to compete in, only Wall Street was his stage. So he went to Wall Street. Then when he got better, he couldn't bend his face down to lick anymore. Now he has the capital to sell. He is ready to accept and become part of a strong existence. Because we want to eat alone, that doesn't exist in America. Unless you have superhuman abilities, you can fight against a country alone. This is also the country with the most powerful army in the world. Otherwise, in this country, eating alone is very likely to be attacked by a group. Before he ate alone and was old enough to fight people, maybe even before he voiced that thought. He must have been attacked long ago, and the most likely result was suicide with eight bullets in his back. He is very clear on this point, and this situation is not limited to the United States. This is the case in most parts of the world, and it is where special interests confront rising stars for the first time. "Understood." Abel smiled back at John J. Brown: "Yes, because I am a Texan. Because you are too. I'm right, John. "It's not wrong." John J. Brown laughed heartily again. Now Murdoch and others want to know the end result. The way he looked at Abel also changed. [This child seems to be accepted by the Southerners. So be more careful. ] Murdoch thought. Not long ago, Murdoch's "New York Post" actually exaggerated and blackened Abel to a certain extent. It's just that the level is not deep and is described superficially. These reports were at the time a request from some of Murdoch's friends. Donate. So does Murdoch. But now if anyone asks Murdoch to do this again. So does Murdoch. But it must be assumed that revenues are sufficient, otherwise Murdoch will also have to consider his own market in the American South. This is the advantage of being organized and participating in certain forces. Even if Abel has not yet joined the Texas company. But this is enough to arouse suspicion. Southerners can be scary sometimes. Murdoch thinks so, and a number of other media tycoons around him also think they have the same opinion as Murdoch. "GOOD." John J. Brown looked up and stopped talking to Abel. He said, "Time's up, so I'll start. » Everyone nodded, it was time to decide on the theme of tonight's charity event. It's a gift. John J. Brown will speak first, then will encourage people to stand up and donate. This is standard procedure for most charity-themed parties. John J. Brown soon left, but his wife, a beautiful woman in her fifties, did not leave. She even said to Abel: "Abel, I want to talk to your girlfriend, can you change places with her?" Grandma. Brown's attitude was so friendly that it was difficult for Abel to refuse. But he still turned his head to look at Ikana, he had to let the latter accept. Ekana herself was also surprised, she did not know Mrs. John J. Brown at all. In fact, John J. Brown had only been in New York for a few months. "Okay. I want that too." Ikana smiled. In this case, Abel stood up and changed places with Ikana. He then saw Ikana and Mrs. John J. Brown conversing intelligently. Uh. Both seem to be excellent ball culture experts. In the social field, they are clearly past masters. "Hello Mr. Smith." While Ikana was happily chatting with Mrs. John J. Brown, Abel heard a few words and immediately felt a bit depressed. He heard a gentle voice to his left. Abel turned his head and saw Amanda Hearst smiling at him. The greeting had just left his mouth. Abel didn't pay attention, turned his head to look at Amanda Hearst, Amanda Hearst greeted. Ikana's eyes showed panic for a moment. But it wasn't easy and it was quickly hidden by Ikana. "Hello, Miss Hearst." Abel replied to Amanda Hearst. Amanda Hearst has blonde hair and at the age of 16 she already has a slim body. Her eyes and nose are very beautiful and when she smiles she is a bit more beautiful than Ikana. Because she is older, she also looks more childish and feminine. Even Abel feels the same way about his appearance. Whether in Paris or Ikana, Amanda Hearst excelled in New York social circles. Compared to Ikana's mature red dress tonight, Amanda is wearing a white princess dress. It looks more cute and loli. Abel noticed it too when Amanda Hearst spoke quietly to herself. His mother, Anne Hearst, was the true heiress of the Hearst company. As if she didn't know her daughter was talking alone, she was chatting with Murdoch's wife Hoa Ha on the other end of the phone. "Mr. Smith, you look very young." I read in the newspaper that you are only twenty years old, you achieved this achievement when you were twenty. There is no one as remarkable as you in all of America. » Amanda Hearst's voice is very gentle, slightly feminine. Given his age, Abel also thinks that is understandable. "Ha~Miss Hurst, I really like hearing your compliments. You're also very beautiful." Abel responded with a smile. Then he heard again, Amanda Hearst suddenly spoke: "Mr. Smith, I have an unpleasant request. I wonder if you can think about it. "Open?" Abel raised his eyebrows. He means because you all know it was a malicious request. So why are you still talking about it? Of course, this kind of words cannot be said directly. That would be too anti-social. "I graduated from Choate Rosemary this year and attended Boston University," said Amanda Hearst. Boston University is a private university in the United States and one of the most famous universities. She continued: "Recently, my teacher, Mr. Joe John, gave us an assignment. This was a short-term internship that required us to intern at a Wall Street firm for a week. " "I don't know any other firms on Wall Street, so I want to ask you: can I work at your firm? It's been a week and I haven't been paid. » "Of course." She said gently: "If you don't mind and are willing to pay me, I can also accept." Haha~" On the other hand. It looks like Ikana is happily chatting with John J. Brown's wife. But he listened to the conversation between the two. At this moment, Ikana heard Amanda Hearst say this. Ikana couldn't help but curse in her heart. Bichi! ! ] (end of this chapter)