America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 117 Master, I will listen to you

This "gathering of old friends" in Alex's mouth.

Finished around 10:30pm.

Herbert left.

Abel also supported his grandparents and slowly left the restaurant.

Go back to the middle of the convoy and sit behind the rear compartment.

Alex suddenly said, "Did you see anything?"

Abel: "???"

"Herbert is not a baseball fan."

"He doesn't even like any sports."

"He doesn't even like golf. This is different from his son, who really likes baseball and golf." Alex said softly.

If it was just now, Abel didn't know what Alex wanted to say.

Hearing what Alex was saying now, he immediately understood.

"what do you mean?"

Through the rearview mirror, he looked at his grandfather, who had changed from the old urchin on the court just now.

At this moment, Alex is calm and gentle, and the accumulation of time and time on him is clearly visible.

An old house where a treasure.

Abel thought to himself.

"I mean?" Alex smiled silently:
"Obviously, Herbert came tonight with a purpose."

"Herbert is a man who has fought all his life."

"When he was studying, he fought against knowledge and the teacher. After joining the war, he fought against himself and those neon people."

"After returning to China, he competed with commercial enemies and confronted political enemies."

"He's been fighting all his life, against the enemies he imagined, and he never does anything boring."

"He hardly ever had hobbies."

"He is a very boring person, he has almost no private friends. His friends are all his objects of struggle or use"

"Such Herbert. He came to watch baseball tonight, and came to see us. Now...do you understand?"

After hearing Grandpa's long words, Abel was silent for a while.

He drove the Cadillac Escalade, looked ahead in the dark at the taillights of the Toyota Sequoia driven by Edward, and followed it.

It may be a few seconds, it may be tens of seconds, Abel in the driver's seat nodded.

"I see. You mean, he came for me?"

Alex said softly:

"It can be said that. But he may not come to you because of himself. He may represent some people, come to see your attitude, and come to see my attitude."

"Your attitude?" Abel asked in surprise.

"What do you mean by this?!" Alex's calm and tall image broke.

The look of the old urchin was revealed again.

"Although I am not as good as Herbert, and I am not as good as many people. Most of the time, I am just a rich man in the country."

"But I live a long life, and I am generous! I dare not say it in other places, but in Texas and several southern states, many people believe me!"

Alex blows his beard and stares—well, only the latter, really.

Because Alex doesn't like to grow beards, or the men of the Smith family don't grow beards
Probably genetic reasons, including Abel and Alexander.
.
The father, son, and grandson, except for the hair, are not very strong.

If it is manifested inside, it is Bai Yulong.

On the outside, it is difficult to grow a good-looking beard.

Their beards don't grow long at all, but they are sparse and ugly, which affects their image.

This is very unusual in the hairy Anza tribe, probably because there is a trace of mixed blood in the blood.

The old man didn't have to blow his beard if he wanted to, so he could only stare.

"Hahaha~ Okay. Grandpa, I apologize for what I just said."

Abel laughed:
"But please forgive me. Because I didn't expect my grandpa to be so powerful. I thought you, grandpa, are just like my old man. You only know how to feed cows, ride horses and shoot guns."

"You're still young." At this time, Arya, who was smiling all the time and didn't speak much, said:
"You don't know many things. Son, my dear Abel. Your grandfather was also very powerful back then. It's just that his character prevented him from going too far."

Even grandma, who has always been quiet and gentle, who never speaks loudly or falsely, said so.

Abel really believed it.

Trusting my grandfather is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

"Okay. So Grandpa, who do you think Herbert is here on behalf of?" Abel asked.

"Who else could it be?" Alex, who calmed down and didn't deliberately mess with his grandson, looked like an old-school American Puritan.

"Why did you come back? Who did you come back for? Well, that might be who Herbert represents."

"Understood." Abel said.

From the current point of view, it may be the most successful Zhengzhi clan in Texas.

Herbert and his son must have been deeply involved with the Texas consortium.

Among other things, his son could become governor.

Without the support of those people, it is absolutely impossible to succeed.

Now that he is in Texas again, if Herbert really came here with a purpose.

The one most likely to let him be the representative is the Texas Consortium.

"Then what do you think I should do next. Continue to wait and meet those people?" Abel asked again.

Unexpectedly, Alex shook his head and said softly:
"I don't know about that. It's just that Herbert obviously doesn't just want to watch a baseball game and then chat with my old friend. Herbert never does such boring things. "

Having said that, Alex paused, "If it were his son, it would be possible to do this."

"Forehead"

Abel could tell that Alex didn't think very highly of Herbert's son.

There might be a bit of a jealousy element to it. .

"Okay. Since even you don't know. Then I can only use a proverb from Eastern Huaxia as my attitude towards what may happen next."

Abel translated this proverb into English - "Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover with soil."

"The soldiers came to attack, and the officers went to resist. The flood is coming, use soil to stop it?" Alex said softly:

"This ancient country is really scary, and its cultural heritage can't keep up with the USA."

"Ha, who can say otherwise? The simplest thing is that the guys on Wall Street attach great importance to that country."

"Don't talk about others. You're a Wall Street guy now, too."

"That's not what you say. Even if I'm begging for food on Wall Street, I'm still a Texan. The concepts are different and should not be confused!"

"Ha ha."

The grandfather and grandson, chatting like this, returned to their home in the Oak River community.

It was eleven o'clock when we got home, and Alex and Arya looked a little tired. .

Both of them are old after all.

Even in Houston, there are the best medical and material conditions to support it.

But there is no way to violate the laws of nature, and it is impossible to return to the past in terms of energy.

Abel didn't bother his grandparents, he asked them to go to rest first. .

He took care of his own affairs by himself, and at about 11:30, he lay down in bed.

Before going to bed, he raised his watch to check the time.

Today is 2000, Thursday, September 9st at 21:11.

"Monday is Ikana, Tuesday is Anne, Wednesday is Jessica, and Thursday is Ikana time again."

Someone who aspires to be a master of time management murmurs to himself, the numbers of his skilled thumbs-up contacts.

After finding the number he wanted, he dialed Ikana's cell phone number.

Since that banquet, his "feeling" with Ikana has rapidly warmed up.

Call from the past, can only talk a few simple greetings.

It has developed to the present, and it is already possible to chat for half an hour or even longer like men and women in the ambiguous period.

The call got through quickly, and Ikana answered very quickly.

It was almost a ring from Abel's side, and the other side was connected.

"Hi, Ikana. Good evening."

"Good evening, Abel."

Abel heard the sound of water coming from the other side of the phone, and he asked softly, "It sounds like you're taking a shower?"

across the phone,

Top floor of the Ted Lener Building at 40 Wall Street, Manhattan, New York.

In Ikana's bedroom, in the bathroom with an area of ​​more than 30 square meters.

She was lying on the bathtub, soaking her beautiful body in the bubble water.

Her hair was tangled up and covered with a towel like a hat.

She scrubbed herself gently with one hand and held the phone in the other.

"Yes. I just came back from the company. I'm very tired today. I'm going to wash up, and then go to sleep after some maintenance." She responded softly.

On the Texas side, Abel was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and laughing:

"Ha~ Okay. In fact, I almost want to sleep. It's just that I haven't heard your voice for a few days. I want to hear your voice, so I made this call."

"Well." Ikana said, "Three days to be exact, this is your next contact after three days."

"Forehead"

"Ha~ okay. I know you're busy." Ikana immediately said again:

"And we're not in any special relationship. It's pretty good to call once every three days."

Here in Texas,

Abel couldn't help but smile.

This Ikana started pua speaking skills again, and wanted to shoot herself concussively again.

Fortunately, Abel knew from the very beginning that Ikana was not a "good woman" in the strict sense.

It just so happened that he wasn't a good man either, and being together would save others from harming others.

"I'm in Texas right now, in Houston," Abel said:

"I won't be back in New York in a few days, how about we meet then?"

"I'm very busy. YKM is in trouble now. My business plan has been submitted to Smith Capital. It has been three days and there is no response."

"but."

Ikana paused, "If it's you, then no matter how busy I am, I will find time. So my answer is - no problem."

"Hahaha~"

Abel laughed again through the phone.

Then the two of them said something that was not nutritious, but had to be said.

If you want to know what these words are, then just find a girl to talk about love.

It's the kind of words that you would say when you haven't held hands yet, but you feel a little ambiguous.

Generally, this kind of dialogue, in the eyes of bystanders, is boring.

About 10 minutes later, Abel hung up the phone.

He looked at his phone and was about to say in his heart—today's time management work is over.

But the phone ding-dong, and a clear voice rang.

It's a message, that is, the sound of a text message.

Abel's mobile phone is specially used to contact girls.

Unlike his usual business phone, only a few women know about this phone.

And his family.

Those who can send text messages at this time are naturally only these people.

He opened the text message and found it was from Liv Tyler.

Liv: [My role in New Zealand is finished again, and I can rest for another half month.I've gone back to New York, and I've brought back Alwyn's clothes, the whole set. 】

Seeing this message, Abel was startled.

Then he remembered that "Alwyn" was the name of Liv Tyler who played the elf princess in the Lord of the Rings series of movies.

Only then did he remember the last time he was with Liv Tyler.

I mentioned it by myself, I want to experience what it feels like to be an elf princess.

Later, Liv went to New Zealand to film, and the Lord of the Rings trilogy was filmed consecutively.

The filming started in October 99, and it is now coming to an end.

Most of Liv's scenes have been done, but occasionally she needs to go over and do some reshoots.

She passed for a few days.

Apparently it's back now.

Thinking of being able to crush the elf princess who is unparalleled in the movie and has an explosive temperament under her body.

Even Abel, who had already experienced a lot, couldn't help but get a little excited at the moment.

After thinking about it, he didn't know that he would stay in Texas for a few more days.

He simply sent a message: [Texas, Houston, I hope to see you tomorrow morning]

Type it and send it.

Liv Tyler's reply was quick, 【No, you won't see Liv Tyler.But tomorrow, you will be able to meet Arwen, Princess of the Evening Star. 】

Seeing this reply, Abel couldn't help laughing.

This Liv Tyler must have inherited some aspect of her mother's IQ.

It's also very interesting.

Abel suddenly felt that it was really good to sign such a "long-term contract worker".

In the reply, he entered a mobile phone number.

Then enter [make this call.Come down from your apartment in half an hour.Someone will bring you here. 】

From Liv Tyler, this time the reply was in letters that Abel couldn't understand.

Abel was wondering when he saw a new text message from Liv Tyler——

[The text message just now, I used the text of the Middle-earth world elves.Translated into our language, it is: Master, I will listen to you all]

Well, Abel remembered.

As a masterpiece of grand epic narrative, it can be said to be one of the origins of Western fantasy culture.

Tolkien's Lord of the Rings constructed a magnificent, but relatively rigorous, illusory world.

Tolkien even made up many written languages ​​for many fantasy races in it.

For example, the Quenya and Sindarin languages ​​of the elves.

This Liv Tyler, Abel can only say - can play!

But he loves it, cosplay.

What man would not like it?
(End of this chapter)