America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 452 Plutocrat's Paradise & Ordinary People's Hell

The other side of the planet.

Inside the JP Morgan Chase headquarters building in Manhattan, New York.

The head of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller pointed to James Robinson, who had a blank expression on his face and stared blankly, and said to John Chris Morgan who was accompanying him:
"This is what you said, the best trader in Morgan Chase? You really didn't make a mistake with this look?"

And John Chris looked at James Robinson, who was full of confidence a few days ago and looked like a Wall Street elite.

Turned into a somewhat silly look like today.

John Chris couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Well, at least it was like this before. Before that, Mr. Robinson was indeed our best trader, um... one of them."

"Then why is he like this now?"

"Forehead……"

John Chris didn't know how to explain it.

After thinking about it, he still said:

"It's related to Abel Smith. David, I now know why the Oilers call him "Financial Moses". I have to say that this guy, in terms of finance, may really be a prophet."

David frowned.

The old man has made a decision with John Chris since.

Wanted to teach the Dixie kid in Texas a lesson.

In the next few days, David didn't get involved in specific matters.

This is not because he is relieved of John Chris, but because David is old after all.

The physical function declined, and I just felt a little uncomfortable in those few days, and I happened to be receiving treatment.

During his treatment, David's attention to this matter was somewhat negligent.

Today, he is in much better health, and the head of Rockefeller rushed over immediately.

I didn't expect to see James Robinson in such a bewildered state here.

Hence the above question.

After sending out a bit of emotion.

John Chris told David the reason why James looks like this now.

The situation is simple.

During the few days when David was absent, whenever John Chris received information that Abel was personally handling the business over there.

James Robinson and several other traders from JP Morgan Chase will also go online to bet against Abel.

It can be regarded as fighting directly with Abel on the frontal battlefield of finance.

The problem lies here.

Other times are fine.

Once the best genius traders of the Morgan and Rockefeller families met Abel every day for a few hours.

In the USD/JPY plate, no matter how they traded, these people were beaten to pieces by Abel.

No matter how smart these people are, no matter how good these people's trading skills are.

As long as Abel is online.

No matter what kind of operation they made at that time, they would be targeted by Abel to make the most perfect counterattack.

It's okay once or twice, and it's like this every time.

These proud sons of the financial world are all very proud figures in their own fields.

After repeated blows, James Robinson, a member with a weak heart, became what he is now.

The bald look after being hit hard.

Listened to John Chris's explanation.

David's cloudy eyes froze.

"Really? Everyone, every time?"

John Chris nodded with a wry smile.

The head of the Morgan family would not have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

But this time, as one of Abel's opponents.

John Chris, who spends most of his time in several financial safe houses, has seen Abel's trading methods many times.

James and each of them have been targeted every time they trade, or they have been perfectly restrained.

Knowing finance very well, John Chris, who has seen this situation for a few days, is already a little numb.

"This is the case, you can ask your people to find out later. In this kind of thing, I don't think I need to fake it." John Chris said.

"Is this guy really a prophet? Or..."

David looked at the people around him and John Chris.

The look in the old guy's eyes, without words, John Chris understood what he meant.

John Chris hesitated and shook his head slightly, "David, I know what you mean. But it shouldn't be... unless he installs real-time monitoring above each of us. Otherwise, it can't be done."

What David meant was that there might be Abel's spies on their side.

The spies revealed the trading methods here in real time.

But this is actually very difficult. Even they, who actually have someone beside Abel, have no way to get the real-time situation.

Most of the information they can get is delayed by more than an hour.

Same goes for Abel.

Even if Abel can be by their side, or put spies in the financial safe houses of Morgan and Rockefeller.

There will also be a delay when Abel wants to receive feedback.

Not like now.

The reaction from Abel's side was real-time, as if real-time monitoring was installed above their heads.

"Change someone."

David pointed to James Robinson, who was in high spirits a few days ago, "He is no longer suitable to be a trader. He is already a loser."

John Cleese nodded, and the two walked out of the financial safe house at the headquarters of JP Morgan Chase Bank side by side.

In the long corridor.

The two assistant bodyguards kept a distance from the two to ensure that their conversation would not be overheard.

"It's not good if the situation continues like this. I checked, and the total floating loss is almost 100 billion U.S. dollars."

"Yes. Indeed, "Financial Moses" lives up to his name. In the market, maybe no one can really beat him."

David frowned when he heard that John Chris was so "aspiring to other people".

"David."

John Chris stopped suddenly, and the bodyguards behind them also stopped.

Rockefeller looked at him, saw Morgan, who was much younger than himself, and raised his hand on his neck to compare.

I also heard him say: "He is abroad, in Singapore. Maybe..."

Unlike last time, when John Cleese raised the possibility.

David Rockefeller immediately objected.

This time the old guy was silent for a few minutes before shaking his head slightly.

"That's the last resort, not available now. John, don't forget the identity of this kid. He's a Texan..."

John Chris was silent for a while, he knew what David meant.

To be honest, in the United States, it is too normal to commit suicide with 8 shots in the back.

Lian Tangtang, a high-ranking official like the current U.S. Secretary of Commerce, can crash a plane; Lian Tangtang, the current commander-in-chief, can think of a country with open minds.

A train carrying dangerous chemicals derailed, one environmental expert died, and two journalists died...

In the United States, no matter how big or big a person is, what kind of "accident" happens.

It can be said that it is really not a surprise.

The problem is that the other party is the core figure of a large consortium.

More importantly, he is also a representative of the Texas consortium.

The latter identity can be said to be more troublesome for the two of them.

Especially this kid, who is also very close to the California consortium, and has close contacts with that guy Wilson.

If you really step out of the bottom line and attack him, first let's talk about whether you can succeed.

Even if it succeeds, the reaction over there will probably be very intense.

To appease the other party, there must be a lot of bleeding here.

Both of them are reluctant to have such a thing as heavy bleeding.

What's more, if it fails, let the other party retaliate...

David and John Chris don't want to live the life of those American consortium oligarchs during the Gilded Age.

Back then, the consortium bosses were not as safe as they are now.

For example, when the company opened by the DuPont family was unable to beat its competitors in frontal business.

The DuPont family chose to use their own products to send the other party's factory and family to God.

This proves that their products are better than those of the other party.

Well, their products at that time were mainly all kinds of bombs and explosives...

In that era, the era when consortia and oligarchs were just taking shape.It's too normal for an oligarch or something to die every month.

Many of them are family accidents.

Wait until the end of the Gilded Age and into the 20th century.

This kind of thing just disappeared.

The consortium oligarchs are getting stronger and stronger, order has been established, and they have become the safest figures in this country.

What worries David is that they are doing this now.

It would be nice if it worked out.

If it fails.

Perhaps it may be possible to restart the era when the oligarchs were in danger.

This kind of thing is really not a good choice for them who are already in high positions and don't need to work hard anymore.

John Cleese also knew David's concerns.

That's exactly what he said.

If Morgan were to do it alone, John wouldn't do it.

Unless... Rockefeller is with you!
The main reason is that John was used to using this method in the face of competitors before, and it was always used to the disadvantage.

This time, when encountering a difficult enemy at the same level, he will always think about using this method.

It can only be said that John Chris already has some route dependencies in this regard...

"Maybe..." the scheming David suddenly said softly:
"Can we contact the Neon people? Besides us and Smith, the most urgent thing must be the Neon people."

The currency of one's own country is used as a plate by the two most terrifying financial giants in the world.

It's impossible for Neon people not to be nervous.

John Chris froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile:

"It's a good choice, you can try it."

David laughed.

……

……

April [-]th.

Abel's tenth day in Singapore.

Siloso Beach.

This is one of the most famous beaches in Singapore, and it happens to be the 10th day before it is closed to the public.

Noon this day.

On the beautiful sandy beach of Siloso, the blue water constantly washes the white and soft sand.

The sound of seagulls chirping in the distance, accompanied by the sound of waves hitting the beach resounded.

What a pair of blue sky and white clouds, the tropical beauty of seagulls on the beach is presented in front of you.

But on the beach, the more dramatic, the more beautiful the scenery.

It's not the uncanny workmanship of nature.

"I've seen it, I've seen that report."

"Nene——in this case, will it be... Hahaha, I can't tell."

"Yeah yeah - Xiuli don't say such things, every time you... hahaha...

"Ah—nonsense, I didn't!"

shhhhh--

The sound of the sea washing the beach continued, and the seagulls continued to sing.

a few days ago.

When I settled here, I was still very apprehensive, these Southeast Asian beauties who were very nervous and worried about the unknown situation.

After staying for a few days, the experience has already been experienced.

What should be enjoyed has already been enjoyed. . . .

They are no longer nervous or apprehensive. . .

Instead, I started to be full of longing for the future, which is why I feel so relaxed at this moment, and there is a smile on my face.

And if you observe carefully, you can find that each of them looks like they are laughing and playing with water.

But actually...

If you observe carefully, you will find that their eyes are looking to the northwest of the beach from time to time, under a coconut grove.

At the same time, they never forget to show off their beautiful figures in bikini to the other side.

This is naturally because Abel, who made them worthy of this appearance, is lying on a beach chair over there at the moment, basking in the mild sunshine in Singapore's April morning, while looking at the The play of these beauties.

While listening to the voice of Edward who was staring at the coconut tree next to him, as if the coconut tree was very beautiful, he was staring intently and reporting the situation.

"Clayton Watson, Ankeryan Camerin, Mimi Balgary, Mamie Riordan..."

Edward read a long list of names.

Judging by the names, there are males and females, and there are a large number of them. At first glance, it sounds like there are more than a dozen people.

Probably more, 20+ people.

Abel was not in the mood to finish listening at all, and he interrupted Edward's report reading the list.

"Are you sure you have checked it out? I don't want to wrong people."

"Yes. Each one has corresponding evidence. If it is sent to the prosecutor Morgenthau, the minimum sentence can be sentenced to four or five years."

Edward said softly.

Abel nodded slightly.

Edward reported to him just now and read the names of these people.

In the past year, there have been some employees, subordinates, servants, and bodyguards around Abel and his company who have been cheating, corrupt, or have other unfavorable behaviors.

The so-called forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

Today's Abel, the people who work under him, even if they don't count the original group of Texas consortia.

Counting only the number of employees in the company under Abel's own name, the total number is almost more than 10.

Among so many people, it is impossible for everyone to work hard and conscientiously.

It is also impossible for everyone to be loyal to Abel.

There has always been a very secretive department within Rock Security.

The job of this department is to monitor those employees around Abel and his company who made mistakes, and at the same time collect evidence by the way.

The names of the [-] or so people that Edward reported were employees who had committed more serious crimes and were also employees who were closer to Abel.

"These people, do they have family members working on our side?"

Abel spoke softly.

"A total of 26 people, 6 of them and their family members work in different companies of yours." Edward said softly.

"Kick out these 6 people and their families."

"These 26 individuals were given different punishments depending on the seriousness of their respective crimes."

Abel looked at Edward, and suddenly made a comparison with John Chris's posture to David Rockefeller not long ago.

His right hand stroked lightly on his neck.

"The ten most serious ones, like this."

"The rest will be given to Prosecutor Morgenthau."

"We need to warn some monkeys by killing chickens, understand?"

Hearing the boss say this, seeing the boss's actions.

Edward froze for a moment, looking at the boss's calm but chill eyes.

Edward paused for breath, then nodded immediately: "I see, BOSS."

Satisfied, Abel stood up from the beach chair, and patted the shoulder of the former retired captain of the US Special Forces.

"Edward, sometimes it's not that I want to do this. It's that when we don't do this, the enemy will become more and more cruel. This world is very big, and people are dying every hour of every day."

"So dead people are a very normal thing."

"If we do something wrong, then God will take them."

"If we do it right, all the better. Satan will be more than happy to support us in doing it."

"Go ahead, I'm sure in the future. You'll be proud of what Sammy and Demon have accomplished."

Demon and Sammy are the names of two of Abel's many godsons and goddaughters.

The father of his two godsons/goddaughters was named Edward Sefoloza.

It is the captain of the bodyguard standing beside Abel now.

"I believe that day will come."

Edward took a deep breath, with a firm and confident smile on his face.

Abel smiled back, then waved lightly to signal Edward to go to work, and he turned around and walked towards the beach.

See him coming.

The most outstanding group of beauties in the Southeast Asian entertainment industry are playing and laughing even more happily.

There are those who are excessive, or bold, or even intentionally playful, and "accidentally" have their bikini shoulder straps ripped off by their companions, or the laces of their trousers, showing white flowers...

They are not afraid of light leaks, because they know that the area within one kilometer of Siloso Beach has been closed.

The security team of the richest man in the world has guarded any direction leading to here from the sky, sea, and land.

In it, apart from the female employees, there is only one man, Abel, who is permanent.

Not to mention leaking a little light, even if they don't wear it at all, they are not afraid.

What's more, before this, they have already played even more absurd games.

Sky. Body beach or something, let alone nothing.

"Hahaha... my dears, here I come."

Abel approached them laughing, eliciting bigger laughs and small cheers from them.

Cheerful laughter resounded over Siloso Beach.

What contrasted strongly with this laughter was the mournful sound of the ambulance leaving here that afternoon.

The ambulance took them away to the Smith Financial Safe House in the corner of the manor villa. Two employees had problems.

These two people are both Smith elite traders from New York.

One of them had a heart attack and died instantly.

Another got food poisoning and was sent to the hospital, never to return.

And the next day.

In the United States, there are a few more people killed in shooting incidents.

A few days later, several Americans died in car accidents, adding a few strokes to the number of car accident deaths in the United States that year.

At the same time, the Texas Consortium and the Smith Department initiated an undisclosed search.

More than 500 people were sued by Houston prosecutors, Manhattan district attorneys, Los Angeles prosecutors, etc...

In this world, some people are born as cows and horses, while others live in Rome.

In this world, some people live as if they are in heaven.

Of course someone is going to hell.

(End of this chapter)