America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 403 Stirring the Wind and Cloud
When the gorgeous stage came to an end, Abel won only one must-have Best Newcomer Award.

But the best album failed, Avril Lavigne smiled a bit reluctantly, and Britney who comforted Avril Lavigne from time to time.

As soon as the three of them walked out of the Staples Stadium, they were surrounded by reporters who had been waiting for a long time.

Even if there are rock security staff and gymnasium security staff blocking it.

It was impossible to stop the madness of these reporters, and the scene became extremely chaotic for a while.

Obviously, because of the appearance of Abel Smith.

This year's Grammys received significantly more attention than in previous years.

Not to mention other aspects, just in terms of the number of reporters and the types of coverage, it must far exceed the previous Grammy Awards Gala.

The reporters who are here today, except for the paparazzi reporters of the entertainment media.

There are also a lot of financial, commercial, and even social news, as well as reporters from those super newspapers.

They also all appeared here because of the appearance of Abel.

There are even some big journalists in it, such as Pulitzer Prize winners and the like.

This chaotic scene is a test for security work and safety.

The Grammys aren't stupid, though.

What the NBA is willing to cooperate with, the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences is also willing to cooperate with.

The reporters who can get close to Abel have been selected by the rock security staff.

Only when safety was ensured could so many reporters be allowed to approach.

Journalists also want to seize this hard-won opportunity.

The opportunity to interview Abe Smith up close.

Except for a few big reporters from Smith Media.

At present, in the whole world, it can be said that there are not many.

So far, the number of times Abel Smith has been interviewed by a large number of reporters does not add up to more than three times!
With such an excellent opportunity, even a super diary who won the Pulitzer Prize would not care about face at this time.

Like the craziest paparazzi reporters, they shook Abel's bodyguards, the stadium security, to the ground.

In the frenzy of dazzling flashes, and the sound of shutters.

Countless microphones were handed to Abel.

The crazy reporters also asked Abel all kinds of questions with the loudest voices they ever had.

Even with these questions, they knew that Abel would not answer most of them.

But they are also willing to shout out their throats, and they don't hesitate to do so.

What if... what if Abel answered?

"...Mr. Smith. Why did you accompany Miss Spears and Miss Lavigne to the Grammys? Are they your new girlfriends?"

"Mr. Smith. It is said that the Grammy will give Music DreamWorks 15 awards just to invite you to attend. Is this true?"

"Mr. Smith. I'm John Adams, reporter for the Los Angeles Times. I won last year's Pulitzer Prize. I wonder if you could give me an exclusive interview?"

"What do you think of the California Pacific Electric accident, Mr. Smith?"

"Mr. Smith, it is said that you have..."

"..."

The reporters had a lot of questions and their voices were very noisy.

In front of the flash that turned the night into day, Abel wore the sunglasses he wore when he went out.

The reporters saw him say a few words to Edward.

The security captain, who was expressionless, then yelled loudly.

"Sirs and ladies who have been selected, you have the opportunity to ask questions. But you must keep your voice quiet. If you continue to quarrel, Mr. Smith will leave."

As soon as Edward's voice fell, the crazy reporters fell silent instantly.

A reporter responded quickly. She didn't speak but raised her hands high.

The other reporters also came to their senses and silently raised their hands, hoping that they could be picked.

In a few seconds, the scene changed from noisy to quiet.

Abel nodded with a smile, looked around the crowd of reporters.

He casually pointed, it was a pretty, youthful, younger-looking beauty reporter.

Seeing the candidates selected by Abel, the reporters present felt a burst of self-pity and self-pity.

[As expected of Smith, the first choice is a beautiful reporter. 】

【Ah... If only I were a woman. 】

[Go back and tell the editor-in-chief that you need to cultivate one or two beautiful ones in the future...]

【…】

In the complicated minds of other reporters.

The pretty lucky one, her face flushed with joy, squeezed out of the crowd, and introduced herself excitedly:
"Mr. Smith. Hello, I'm a reporter for The New Yorker. My name is Emily Miller. I'm from Louisiana. My measurements are 105, 62, 109, and I..."

Looking at this incoherent beauty, Abel shook his head helplessly.

Britney next to her said angrily:
"Miss Miller, I just asked you to ask a question. This is not a date, where is your journalistic literacy?"

The reporters were also speechless for a while, wondering if it was really fierce and brainless.

So beautiful, with such a good figure, but so stupid...

There were already other reporters who couldn't help but want to make a mockery.

At this time, he saw the blond and blue-eyed beauty reporter suddenly showing an excited, distorted and weird smile on his flushed face.

Then, under the watchful eyes of countless reporters, she yelled, "ALHBKL!!"

Amidst the shouts, the beautiful reporter rushed forward, and the scene was in chaos.

Abel frowned, and took Britney and Avril's hands back quickly.

Edward and the other three King Kong stood in front of him in an instant.

The surrounding rock security staff jumped up like crazy tigers.

next moment.

boom!
Outside the Staples Center, there was a huge explosion.

The explosion was so loud that it could be heard within a dozen miles.

There was an uproar at the scene.

After the huge explosion, the reporters all photographed Abel Smith's handsome face, covered with blood.

The world's richest man was attacked, and the scene was chaotic. Abel Smith's condition is unknown and he may be seriously injured...

All this happening here.

In an instant, it was broadcast to the entire United States through the on-site reporters, connected interview vehicles, and interview centers, and spread throughout the world in a very short period of time.

In just ten minutes, the entire United States and even most of the world suddenly became lively.

……

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10 minutes after the explosion outside the Staples Center.

Manhattan, New York.

It was about ten o'clock in the evening.

Since taking office for nearly a month, Bloomberg, who has been working hard to maintain an image of being close to the people and diligent in politics, has just come out of the city hall.

Under the "candid shots" of some reporters, Mr. Mayor, surrounded by several bodyguards, was walking to his own car.

Just as he walked to the open car door, he saw one of his secretaries rushing out from the inside.

A long distance away, the secretary yelled:
"Mr. Bloomberg, Mr. Bloomberg! Big things are bad, wait a minute, big things."

Bloomberg frowned. He felt that the secretary was a little unqualified.

Didn't you see some reporters outside taking pictures here?

In the public, shouting like this.

It really doesn't fit the style of the Secretary of the Secretary of New York City!

Michael plans to find an excuse to fire this guy in two days!

"What's going on? Jack, calm down. There's nothing to worry about except a fight."

Bloomberg said calmly and dissatisfied.

At this time, the secretary had already run to Bloomberg.

Panting, the secretary spoke softly to Bloomberg, quickly telling him the news he had just received.

"what?!!"

Bloomberg was shocked, and the shocked expression on his face was just captured by a reporter in the distance.

"What you said is true?!!"

"It's true. There should be nothing wrong with it." The secretary said quickly and softly:
"Our people in Los Angeles sent back a message. I immediately contacted the people on the rock security side, and they said that Mr. Smith was indeed attacked!"

"Abel of Sheltfak! and those KBFZs of Sheltfak!"

Bloomberg, who had asked his secretary to calm down just now, was not at all calm at this time, and he got into the car cursing.

"Go to Smith Tower!" Bloomberg told the driver, and at the same time said to the secretary:

"Contact Soros, Sullivanston, Buffett, David Mellon, oh, and Robert Morgenthau immediately. Just say I'm on my way to Smith Tower."

The secretary nodded quickly.

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Meanwhile, Huntington, Long Island, New York.

The historic Rockefeller Kikwit Manor is here.

The Rockefeller family had two Kikwit estates, one on the banks of the Hudson River.It is home to four generations of the Rockefeller family.

But that is in the past tense. It is now a historic site of the National Trust for Historic Preservation. The Rockefeller family donated it in name decades ago.

The Kiquit Rockefeller estate next to the Hudson River Valley is now a tourist attraction.

Huntington, which is far away from Manhattan, and the Kikwit Manor here are one of the main residences of the Rockefeller family today.

Compared with the Hudson Bay Valley, the tourist attraction that is open to the public.

Huntington's, it's more stealthy.

Only some of the real high-level people, the real American elite, know that this is the main residence of the Rockefeller family.

When Bloomberg received the news, he was shocked.

In the Rockefeller Kikwit Manor, David Rockefeller also received the same message at the same time.

After hearing the news, David Rockefeller was obviously stunned on his aging face.

His white eyebrows frowned, and after a few seconds, he whispered to the person who reported the news to him:
"Notify John. Just say I invite him to come over here for a gathering."

The assistant who reported the news nodded immediately.

It doesn't take David Rockefeller to name them all.

The assistant also knew that the John in David Rockefeller's mouth was John Chris Morgan.

The current head of the Morgan family, a super oligarch much younger than David Rockefeller.

Watching the assistant's footsteps quickly go away.

David Rockefeller, supported by the maid, touched his somewhat bald forehead.

"...It doesn't make sense. It's a bit strange... Could it be those people?" The old guy frowned and whispered to himself.

The maid next to her wanted to poke her ears deaf at this moment.

She knows some things, even if it's just a few words, she'd better not listen, don't know!

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Texas.

Half an hour after the explosion at the Staples Center.

Austin, a suburban house, is brightly lit at night.

Many convoys are rushing here.

Inside the villa, Davis Brown, who had met Abel many times.

He was meeting with Rodriguez McKison, another titan of the Texas syndicate.

Rodriguez McKison, obviously, has just arrived from the outside.

"What the hell is going on?"

As one of the founding families of the Texas Consortium, the head of one of the most powerful families in Texas.

Rodriguez McKison looked at Davis Brown, "It's at this critical time! Who did it? Did you contact the Shrub family? Or contact Smith?"

Looking at his anxious old friend, Davis Brown was also very anxious at this moment.

But as the Texas consortium, one of the most active people in the merged action with the Smith consortium.

At this time, Davis Brown could only say softly:
"I've contacted Herbert. He said he didn't know what was going on. He was contacting George Bush and Smith. Herbert said he would tell us what happened in the shortest possible time. thing."

"Fack the Shet!" Rodriguez McKison couldn't help but cursed out.

At this time, the two old men saw a group of people walking in.

At the forefront is the Texas consortium, the power holders of several other founding families: Martin Elkins, Delin Richardson, and Liam H.L. Hunter.

These three people, plus Rodriguez McKison and Davis Brown.

There are a total of 5 families, the Texas Consortium, the most important core family.

And behind Martin Elkins and others, the dozen or so people who followed.

It is another dozen or so, surrounded by Elkins and other five families, and other members of the Texas consortium.

In terms of consortia, the United States is very similar to Neon.

Or it should be said that the chaebols on Neon’s side essentially imitated the model of European and American family consortiums and carried out localization and transformation.

Both sides are essentially the same.There are several core families, surrounded by a dozen or even dozens of secondary families.

Then through complex equity control, cross-shareholding and other methods, it controls hundreds of large enterprises, thus achieving a consortium model.

On the side of the Texas consortium, there are five major families, plus a total of 17 other minor families, and countless vested interests in the periphery.

One of them is mainly located in the southern United States, and the core base is the military-industrial complex joint consortium in Texas.

"Everyone is here." After walking in, Martin Elkins, the youngest of the heads of the five major families, said unceremoniously:
"What's the situation? What's the news from the Bush family? Is the information from FBl and the Pentagon true?"

Davis Brown took a deep breath.

Davis Brown was the one who most supported the Texas Consortium and merged with the Smith Consortium.

And Martin Elkins in front of him was the one who opposed it the most.

Only the minority obeyed the majority, and Martin Elkins finally succumbed to the unanimous decision of the consortium.

But now this happens.

Davis Brown knew that Martin Elkins would take the opportunity to explode.

Look, this is just the beginning.

The explosion outside the Staples Center, in a very short time.

Among the top leaders of the United States, a situation was directly stirred up!
　Chapter 404, a bit unlucky.But as long as it is not harmonized, I can guarantee that there will be no depressing plots in this book! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)