America’s Road To Wealth

Chapter 98: Demonstration (10 more for subscription)

  Chapter 98 Demonstration (subscription for ten more updates)

Manhattan, New York.

  In Robert Morgenthau's office.

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

  Robert looked at the author of the headline first, and found that it was Malcolm Gladwell.

   The author, Robert knew, was a young copywriter.

  Currently a columnist for The New Yorker and a staff writer for The New York Times and The Washington Post.

  This humanistic style is sharp and the language is humorous. Although most of the works are not fictional, they do not revolve around a character or a story.

  But the storylines in it are generally more tortuous, and his articles are full of ups and downs.

  In this report.

  In Malcolm Gladwell's pen, Abel Smith becomes a man in Texas, fresh out of college.

  Because the concept is different from that of his father, when his father does not support it.

  A contemporary young man who secretly ran away from home and went to New York, the largest city in the United States.

  The article also said that when Abel Smith first arrived in New York, he had only seventy dollars on him.

  Seeing this, Robert couldn't help cursing—"FXXYOU! This is just making it up."

  As far as Robert knows, the young man named Abel Smith.

  On the third day after arriving in New York, I started trading in the foreign exchange market.

   And the first transaction, the amount was as high as 70,000 US dollars.

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

  Where did the subsequent 70,000 dollars come from?

  The one who robbed the bank?

  Robert is curious about how Malcolm Gladwell will continue to edit later.

  Robert continued to read.

  In the article, this young British-Canadian-American writer.

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

  【This day, Smith is eating breakfast. Suddenly a piece of newspaper fell to his feet. He picked it up and saw that the newspaper said that the yen would fall today. 】

  【Then he took this newspaper, entered the exchange, bought yen and fell. 】

  【This evening, he made $90,000. 】

"so funny!"

  Robert Morgenthau evaluation.

  But Robert knows that this kind of flat and direct description can easily attract readers.

  Robert read carefully while criticizing.

  It took him half an hour to finish reading this article which is at least 3000 words long.

   After reading it, Robert frowned.

  He put down the newspaper, subconsciously picked up the coffee cup with the other hand and took a sip.

  But he found that the coffee in the coffee cup was empty, and he had already finished it just now.

  This means that Robert just watched very deeply.

   Putting down the empty coffee cup, Robert stood up and walked around the office.

   Then he returned to his seat, picked up the landline phone, and pressed "1".

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

   "Tyrande, call Arthur Carter for me."

  Robert ordered his secretary.

   "Okay. Is that Mr. Arthur Carter of the New York Observer?" the secretary confirmed.

"correct."

   "Okay, this connects you."

  The phone was hung up and beeped.

   Soon, a voice sounded.

   "Hello?"

   "Hello, Arthur, I'm Robert Morgenthau."

   Hearing Robert's self-introduction, the other party was silent for a while.

   "Hello, Mr. Morgenthau. What can you do for me?"

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

"Forehead"

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

  The New York Observer hasn't belonged to me since six o'clock last night, and I've sold it. "

   "Oh?" Robert was surprised.

   Arthur Carter has been seeking to sell the "New York Observer" weekly, which Robert knows.

  Although the "New York Observer" has a certain influence among the elites in New York.

   But its sales volume of each issue is only about 40,000-60,000 copies, and it will not be able to make profits if the sales volume does not increase.

  As far as Robert knows, the newspaper seems to have been losing money.

  Since a few years ago, Arthur Carter has been trying to sell.

  It’s just that some people are willing to do profitable business without a head, but no one is willing to do money-losing business with two heads.

  The "New York Observer" does not make money, and naturally there are very few people who want to take it over.

   Arthur has been unable to sell, but he did not expect to sell it now.

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

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

   "Abe Smith, the young Wolf of Wall Street, a new generation of financial tycoons.

  Well, it seems that you "know him" very well. "

   "Ha~"

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

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

  I still have something to do here, how about going to play together next time? "

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

"Ok."

  Robert Morgenthau hung up the phone.

  He rubbed the microphone, thinking about why that young man would suddenly buy a newspaper.

   And in such a hurry, I started bragging about myself the next day.

  This should be somewhat related to what happened yesterday.

  Robert, who has been in the political and legal circles of Manhattan for many years, is keenly aware of this.

   After thinking for a while, he pressed "1" on the phone again.

   "Hello, Mr. Morgenthau."

   "Tyrande, call Paige and Cyrus in for me."

"OK."

   A few minutes later, Cyrus and Peggy, the head and deputy head of the financial crime investigation team of the Manhattan District Attorney's Office in New York, walked in.

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

   Then Robert said: "Cyrus, what happened to that incident yesterday?"

  Cyrus immediately replied: "It has been found out.

  Sophia Kendall and Jess Bledzos, one person is suspected of violating 3 financial laws, and the other is suspected of violating 7 counts. The materials 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, who shrugged at him, indicating that you are the boss and you can answer.

   Cyrus thought to himself, this is your grandfather, who loves you as much as he loves you.

   But he knew, in fact, after the last time.

   Peggy Morgenthau disagrees with continuing to investigate Smith Capital.

   It was Cyrus who insisted, and Robert suddenly supported him later.

   Only what happened yesterday happened.

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

   The books and information that may be brought back are not all, or there are some fraudulent elements in them. "

   "That is to say." Robert said:

   "Except for those two little shrimps. Smith Capital has no problems. Is that what you mean?"

   A little reconciled, but Cyrus still nodded, "You can say that."

   "That's fine."

  Robert said:

   "Temporarily seal up the materials related to Sophia Kend and Jess Bledzos."

   "Send back the information and ledger of Smith Capital."

   "This matter is over for the time being."

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

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

   "It's only temporary. We have enough information and evidence in our hands, and we can send them to prison at any time." Robert responded to his granddaughter.

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

   Peggy looked at her grandfather's serious expression, she nodded slightly, and stopped talking.

  Cyrus didn't even say a word, hoping that Peggy would take the initiative to communicate with Robert.

  In fact, now, Cyrus really regretted it.

   Cyrus felt taken advantage of.

  Used by Robert, by some people behind Robert.

   "Okay, let's do this first." Robert said.

   "Cyrus, you can go out to work. Peggy, you stay here, I have something to tell you."

  Cyrus stood up and nodded yes, and left without hesitation.

   Peggy also stood up, because she saw her grandfather standing up as well.

  As a result, Robert handed today's newspaper of the "New York Observer" to Peggy.

   "Look at the headlines on the front page, what do you think this Wolf of Wall Street wants to do?"

   Peggy took the newspaper and looked at the headlines on the front page. She was a little surprised.

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

  Robert nodded and let his granddaughter read the newspaper there.

  He himself strode up in the office, walked a few steps and walked to the window, opened the window to enjoy the street view outside.

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

  There is a problem with the newspaper, Malcolm Gladwell must have taken the money.

  Because this is too exaggerated, not many people believe that they don’t charge money.

   But at the same time, Peggy also noticed that although many places in this article are fictitious and edited.

  But there are also a lot of data, which are real.

  For example, Smith’s donations to those charitable foundations are very accurate.

   This reassured her that Malcolm Gladwell must have been paid to write this article.

   Otherwise, these numbers, this young and famous writer, could not be so clear.

  She read half of it, and felt that Malcolm Gladwell's writing was really good.

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

   "Peggy, come here."

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

   found grandfather by the window and waved to her.

   "What's the matter, grandpapa." Peggy walked over with the newspaper.

  She stood beside Robert, a head shorter than Robert.

  Robert pointed to the downstairs, and said softly: "You are a young man, your eyes are better. Look over there, over there at Hanrad Restaurant."

   "Yes." Peggy looked over obediently.

  The Manhattan District Attorney's Office, located in Upper Manhattan.

   is a 7-story building, all owned by the prosecutor's office.

   Among them, Robert's office is on the third floor, just overlooking the street view below, while ensuring that the line of sight is clear enough.

"like."

   Look at the edge of the restaurant, near a location on the side of the Prosecutor's Office building.

   "Looks like Abel Smith. The one next to him looks familiar too."

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

   "The chief vice president and CEO of the NRA Association?" Paige was surprised.

   "That's right, it's him."

  Robert said: "Yesterday Cyrus and you just went to his company.

   Today he showed up downstairs and had dinner with LaPierre. "

   "Do you think this is a coincidence?"

   "No." Peggy said with a serious face, "There is no such coincidence."

  Robert took a deep breath, the Manhattan prosecutor, especially dislikes the feeling that everything is no longer under his control.

   Downstairs, Hanrad Restaurant.

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

   "This, this is really Abel, you are such an excellent member!

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

  The CEO of the NRA Association looked a little excited.

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

   Promise him that within the next six months.

  The other party will donate eight million dollars to the NRA.

  Even if the NRA is a behemoth with 5 million members and an annual income of more than 400 million US dollars.

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

   This is already equivalent to 2% of the NRA's annual income, which is almost equivalent to the annual membership dues of 400,000 Rifle Association members.

   Facing the CEO, Abel smiled and said: "I am a lifelong member of the NRA Association. Now that I have the ability, I should naturally give feedback to the association."

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

   is cheap and the poor can join.

   For $1,500, you can become a lifetime member and get a leather jacket with the association logo.

  Joining is very simple, that's why there are more than five million members.

  This tax-exempt non-profit organization has always been very keen to invest in the American house of cards.

   Its influence on the two parties has always been at the forefront.

   No matter who it is, as long as they want to hang out in the American house of cards.

   You must be wary of the attitude of the NRA.

   "Hahaha~" Wayne LaPierre said:

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

  Lapierre said seriously: "I decided to elect you next year to participate in the election of the council."

   Hearing what he said, Abel smiled.

  This Lapierre is really good.

   It is worthwhile for him to make another huge donation in addition to the previous donations of tens of thousands of dollars.

  Being a director of the NRA Association like his father is one of the purposes of Abe today inviting LaPierre to lunch.

  Another purpose,

  Abel looked up at the top of the window, a window on the third floor of the prosecutor's office next door.

  Abel saw two indistinct figures, which made Abel couldn't help laughing.

  Melio's information is correct, the old guy's office window is here.

   It's not in vain for me to be here, and I dragged LaPierre all morning.

  Thinking of this, Abel even stretched out his hand and waved lightly upwards, with a leisurely and casual attitude.

  (end of this chapter)

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