America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 109 Texas Consortium

Chapter 109 Texas Consortium (410 Subscribe)
Probably around seven o'clock in the evening.

One of the initiators of today's charity banquet.

The main leader, John J. Bolang, general manager of the New York branch of the Texas Commercial Bank.

He finally came out from the backstage with his wife, and came to the table of Abel and others.

His arrival announced the beginning of this charity banquet.

But before that, John J. Berlan had to exchange greetings with the bosses and CEOs of several major media, and exchanged information about the situation in the evening.

After John J. Brown smiled and chatted with Murdoch and others.

Sitting next to Abel, sitting directly next to Abel, always vacant.

"Good evening, Mr. Smith." John J. Brown said with a smile.

Abel also smiled back: "Good evening, Mr. Brown."

He always had a feeling that John J. Brown seemed to be coming for himself.

"You can call me John, just like I really want to call you Abel next time." John J. Brown said again.

Abel shrugged. "Why not? John, we could."

"Haha~" John J. Brown smiled lightly.

The interaction between the two attracted the attention of the guests at this table.

Amanda Hearst next to Ikana, her beautiful eyes have lingered on Abel many times.

This made Ikana a little nervous.

"Ha~ Abel, maybe you are a little confused. You wonder why I invited you." John J. Brown said.

Abel nodded, he was indeed a little puzzled.

But what is puzzling is not why John J. Brown invited himself.

Instead, he wondered why John J. Brown placed himself in this position.

If the ball field culture that Ikana said is real.

Then this position can really be said to be the C position of the audience tonight.

On this table, apart from him and Ikana, Amanda Hearst next to Ikana.

The other guests were all older, or simply elderly.

Really compelling.

"because."

John J. Brown smiled implicitly, then said softly in a voice that Abel could only hear:

"Because you're a Texan, and because I'm a Texan."

Hearing this, Abel couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He looked at John J. Brown, his eyes seemed to say——

【Are you FXXK kidding me? 】

There were almost 200 guests present.

The Texans dare not say more, there should be a dozen or so.

So why don't other Texans sit here?
John J. Brown knew his doubts too.

The guy laughed again before saying, "Well, I was friends with old Alex."

This time John J. Brown's voice was more normal and could be heard by other guests at the table.

"Alex." Abel read it lightly. This is the name of Abel's grandfather Alex Smith.

Alexander Smith is fifty-two this year, and Emily seems to be fifty.

Alexander's daddy, Abel's grandfather Alex Smith, who Abel remembers as being in his 70s.

Most of the time, Alex couple has been living in Houston or Dallas.

I seldom go back to Smith Farm.

Most of them are Alexander's family, who go to those two cities to meet the two old people on Christmas and Christmas Eve, or other important festivals.

Alex was previously one of the Tarrant County celebrities and served as a director of the NRA Association.

The old man used to be a shareholder of the Houston Rockets and the Texas Rangers, but now the shares have been handed over to his son.

Abel looked at John J. Brown, who was probably in his fifties.

Being a Texan again, it makes sense to know Alex Smith.

It's just that he arranged himself in this seat just because he knew his grandfather.

Abel couldn't believe it.

"Okay." Looking at Abel's expression, John J. Brown lowered his voice again.

Or a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"So... as a Texan, he is still the Wolf of Wall Street that is now on Wall Street."

"Presumably you should have heard of the First National Bank of Dallas, the First City National Bank of Houston, the Republic of Dallas Bank and the Texas Commercial Bank. Have you heard of the names of these banks?"

"If you haven't heard of these either, you've probably heard of Tenneco, Lin Temco Water, Hughes Aircraft, Texas Instruments, and so on?"

When John J. Brown finished speaking, he even just mentioned the names of those banks.

Abel already understood the meaning of John J. Brown and the identity of John J. Brown.

He really came here for himself! !
Because of these companies and banks, they symbolize a huge power in the United States.

This huge force is called the Texas Consortium by the outside world.

This is the largest force in Texas with the same reputation as Rockefeller, MG, First Citigroup, Chicago, California and other consortiums.

At the same time, it is also one of the most powerful components of the military-industrial complex in the United States.

"I've heard of it." Abel replied calmly and calmly, "So, John, what do you mean?"

"Hahaha~" John J. Brown laughed loudly.

This time John J. Brown's voice became louder again.

The kind that everyone at this table can hear.

"It should be said that we mean it, not mine.

Abe, you're a fine Texan and a fine young man. "

"Your accomplishments on Wall Street amazed us."

"Everyone likes you very much. No, it should be said that they like you very, very much."

"Now, do you see what I mean, or rather, what we mean?"

In the face of John J. Brown's unabashed, hearty laughter and words.

The few media tycoons present were quick-thinking.

Already through the words and identities of John J. Brown.

Some people have already vaguely guessed the reason why John J. Brown let Abel sit in the C position of the audience tonight.

And Abel himself guessed the reason.

He guessed a certain power represented or symbolized behind John J. Brown.

Texas Consortium.

Compared with other consortiums, the Texas consortium is one of the top ten consortiums in the United States with relatively weak bank capital and the worst financial strength.

Although it has 4 banks and 3 insurance companies, it has not formed a strong financial core.

In this regard, it is inferior to other similar.

But at the same time, due to being based in Texas and the American South.

This consortium also possesses a strong industrial, industrial and energy capital, and also controls a part of the military-industrial complex.

earlier time.

Abel has thought about it, since he is a Texan.

In fact, you can lick this consortium.

If I can hug this thick leg, I dare not say anything about it, but it will definitely be much safer personally.

It's just that his ability is basically in the financial area.

Texas and the American South are very weak in this area.

There are no conditions for him to play, only Wall Street is his stage.

So he came to Wall Street.

Later, when he became stronger, he couldn't lower his face to lick again.

Now he already has the capital to sell.

He is willing to accept and become a part of a powerful existence.

Because wanting to eat alone does not exist in the United States.

Unless you have superhuman abilities, you can fight against a country alone.

It is also the country with the most powerful military in the world.

Otherwise, in this country, eating alone can easily be attacked by groups.

Before you've grown enough to fight everyone on your own, maybe even before you even show the thought.

He must have been attacked by everyone a long time ago, and the most likely outcome is to commit suicide with eight shots in the back.

He is very clear about this, and this situation is not limited to the United States.

This is the case in most parts of the world, where the first vested interests face the newcomers.

"I see." Abel responded with a smile to John J. Brown, "Yes, because I'm a Texan. Because you are too. I'm right, John."

"That's right." John J. Brown laughed heartily again.

At this time, Murdoch and others who want to know the key points.

The way he looked at Abel also changed.

[This kid seems to have been accepted by the Southerners.Just be more careful after that. 】

thought Murdoch.

Not long ago, Murdoch's "New York Post" actually exaggerated and blackened Abel to a certain extent.

It's just that the degree is not deep, and it has been described superficially.

Those reports at that time were requests from some of Murdoch's friends.

Due to favor.

Murdoch did too.

But now, if anyone asks Murdoch to do this kind of thing again.

Murdoch will too.

But the premise must be that there is enough return, otherwise Murdoch has to take care of his own southern market in the United States.

This is the benefit of being organized and joining certain forces.

Even though Abel actually hasn't joined the Texas consortium yet.

But it was enough to make people scruples.

Southerners can be scary sometimes.

Murdoch thinks so, and several other media tycoons around him who also guessed have similar ideas to Murdoch.

"Okay." John J. Brown raised his head and stopped talking to Abel.

He said: "The time is up, then I will go up first."

Everyone else nodded, because the time had come for the theme of tonight's charity banquet.

That's donations.

John J. Brown will go up to speak first, and then encourage everyone to get up and donate.

This is a normal process for most charity-themed banquets.

John J. Brown left soon, but her wife, a kind-looking lady in her 50s, did not leave.

She even said to Abel: "Abel, I want to talk to your girlfriend, can you switch places with her?"

Mrs. Brown was very friendly, and it was hard for Abel to refuse.

But he still turned his head to look at Ikana, he must let the latter agree.

Ikana herself was surprised that she did not know Mrs. John J. Brown.

In fact, it has only been a few months since John J. Brown came to New York.

"Okay. I'd be happy too." Ikana smiled.

In this case, Abel got up and changed places with Ikana.

Then he saw Ikana and John J. Brown's wife chatting skillfully.

Hmm. Both of them seem to be excellent scholars of ball field culture.

In the social area, they are obviously masters.

"Hello, Mr. Smith."

Just when Ikana had a pleasant chat with Mrs. John J. Brown, Abel felt a little bored after listening to a few words.

He heard a soft voice to his left.

Abel turned his head and saw Amanda Hearst smiling at him.

The greeting just now came from her mouth.

Abel didn't notice, when he turned his head to look at Amanda Hearst, and Amanda Hearst said hello.

There was a moment of panic in Ikana's eyes.

But it was not obvious, and was quickly covered up by Ikana.

"Hello, Miss Hearst." Abel responded to Amanda Hearst.

Amanda Hearst has blond hair, and at the age of 16, she is already slim.

Her eyes and nose were beautiful, and when she smiled, she looked even better than Ikana.

Due to her age, she also looks more childish and girlish.

Even Abel felt that in terms of appearance.

Whether it's Paris or Ikana, Amanda Hearst is a little better than both of them in the New York celebrity circle.

Compared to Ikana's mature red dress tonight, Amanda is wearing a white princess dress.

It looks cuter and more loli.

Abel also noticed when Amanda Hearst spoke softly to him.

Her mother, Anne Hearst, the true heir to the Hearst Group.

As if she didn't know her daughter was talking to herself, she was chatting with Murdoch's Chinese wife on the other side.

"Mr. Smith, you look really young. I read in the information that you are only 20 years old. You have achieved this achievement at the age of 20. There is no one as outstanding as you in the entire United States."

Amanda Hearst's voice is very soft, with a sense of girlishness.

Considering her age, Abel also thinks it is understandable.

"Ha~Miss Hurst, I really like to hear your compliments. You are also very beautiful." Abel responded with a smile.

Then he heard Amanda Hearst speak suddenly:
"Mr. Smith, I have an impertinent request. I wonder if you might consider it."

"Huh?" Abel raised his eyebrows.

He wanted to say, since you know that it is an unkind request.

Then why are you still mentioning it?

It's just that such words, of course, cannot be said directly.

That would be so unsocial.

Amanda Hearst said: "I graduated from Choate Rosemary this year and have entered Boston University."

Boston University is a private university in the United States and one of the famous universities.

She continued: "Recently, my teacher, Mr. Joe John, assigned us a homework.

It was a short-term internship assignment, and he asked us to join a Wall Street firm as interns for a week. "

"I don't know any other Wall Street firms. So I want to ask, can I work for your firm? For a week, without salary."

"Of course." She said softly, "If you don't mind and are willing to pay me, then I can accept it too. Haha~"

the other side.

On the surface, Ikana had been chatting happily with John J. Brown's wife.

But he has been listening to the conversation between the two of them.

At this moment, Ikana heard Amanda Hearst say this.

Ikana couldn't help scolding in her heart.

【Bichi! ! ! 】

(End of this chapter)

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