America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 98 Demonstration ([-] more for subscription)

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 first looked at the author of the headline on the front page and found that it was Malcolm Gladwell.

The author, Robert knew, was a young copywriter.

He is currently a columnist for The New Yorker and a staff writer for The New York Times and The Washington Post.

It has a sharp humanistic style and humorous language, although most of the works are not fictional, nor do they revolve around a single character or a story.

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

The article also stated that when Abe 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 up."

As far as Robert knew, the young man was Abel Smith.

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

And for the first transaction, the amount was as high as [-] US dollars.

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

Where did the subsequent [-] dollars come from?
Robbing a bank?
Robert is curious about how Malcolm Gladwell will continue to make up later.

Robert read on.

In the article, the young Anglo-Canadian-American writer.

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

[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. 】

[On this evening, he earned $9. 】

"so funny!"

Robert Morgenthau review.

But Robert knows that this kind of straightforward statement can easily attract readers.

Robert read carefully while criticizing.

It took him half an hour to finish reading the article, which was 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 has been watching very intently just now.

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

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

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

"Tyrande, call Arthur Carter for me."

Robert told his secretary.

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

"correct."

"Okay, this is the connection for 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, is the report on the front page of today's issue of "The New York Observer" what you mean?"

"Forehead"

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

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

"Oh?" Robert was surprised.

Arthur Carter had been trying to sell the New York Observer, and Robert knew about it.

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

But its sales volume per issue is only about 4 to 6 copies, and it will not work if the sales volume does not increase.

As far as Robert knew, the newspaper seemed to have been losing money.

Arthur Carter had been trying to sell since a few years ago.

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 it, but he did not expect to sell it now.

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

"Well, 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, thank you 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."

"Ah."

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, he started bragging about himself the next day.

This should have something to do with 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 about it, he pressed "1" on the phone again.

"Good morning, 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.

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

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

Cyrus immediately replied, "I've found out.

Sofia 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 should answer.

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

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.

Therefore, Cyrus had no choice but to continue to speak: "As for Smith Capital, we have no evidence that they broke the law for the time being.

The ledgers and materials 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, does that mean?"

A little reconciled, but Cyrus still nodded, "It can be said so."

"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, fortunately he didn't have to speak, this time Paige 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 he was being used.

Used by Robert, by someone behind Robert.

"Well, let's leave it at that," said Robert.

"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 the 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~ ok, let me see." Peggy said.

Robert nodded and left his granddaughter to read the newspaper.

He himself strode up in the office, walked a few steps and went to the window, and 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 was something wrong with the paper, and Malcolm Gladwell must have taken the money.

Because this bragging is too much, and few people believe it if 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 that are real.

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

This strengthened her belief that Malcolm Gladwell must have been paid for the article.

Otherwise, these numbers, this young and well-known writer, could not be so clear.

She read half of it, and thought 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.

Finding her grandfather by the window, he waved to her.

"What's wrong, 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, and your eyes are better. Look over there, over there at Hanrad's restaurant."

"Yeah." Peggy looked over obediently.

The Manhattan District Attorney's Office, with its offices in Upper Manhattan.

It is a 7-storey 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 spot on this 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.

"Yes, it's him."

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

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 didn't like the feeling that everything was no longer under his control.

Downstairs, Hanrad's Restaurant.

On the first floor by the window, Wayne LaPierre, CEO of the American Rifle Association, said in admiration:
"This, this is really Abel, you are such an excellent member!!
I must tell the council and tell them of your support and help to the association! "

The chief executive of the NRA Association looked a little agitated.

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

Promise him, within the next six months.

The other party will donate $800 million to the NRA.

Even if the NRA is a behemoth with 500 million members and an annual revenue of more than $[-] million.

An $800 million donation 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 40 Rifle Association members.

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

The annual NRA membership fee is $30, and renewals are only $19.99 a year.

It's cheap and the poor can join.

For $1500, you can become a lifetime member and get a leather jacket with the association logo.

Joining is easy, which is why there are more than 500 million members.

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

Its impact on both 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 was 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 him say that, Abel smiled.

This Lapierre is really good.

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

Becoming a director of the NRA Association like his father is one of the purposes of Abe today's invitation to LaPierre for lunch.

another purpose,
Abel looked up from the window above, 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 was 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)