America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 99 I Want to Bring My Ability to the World 410
upstairs,

Peggy Morgenthau's beautiful eyebrows frowned, "What does he mean, is he demonstrating?"

"That's right. There is a high probability that it is a demonstration." Beside, Robert Morgenthau smiled lightly:

"This young man is really interesting."

Hearing her grandfather's tone of confirmation, Peggy Morgenthau thought for a while and said softly——

"He thinks, grandfather, are you afraid of the NRA, or can the NRA protect him?"

"Lapierre's a jerk. I heard that anyone who walks into his office can make him approve a sum of money."

"This guy went to Lapierre, it was the wrong person."

Both Paige and her grandfather are life members of the NRA.

In the United States, among the real elites, there are very few who are not members of the NRA.

Peggy knew even more that her grandfather had served as a director of the NRA Council for two terms before.

In addition, Peggy also knew something about LaPierre.

The chief executive of the NRA Association, at first glance, does not seem like a shrewd and greedy official in the traditional perception.

Lapierre is notoriously weak in character, has no ambition, likes to hide when things happen, and dare not even make promises.

There's a running joke inside the NRA: If you walk into LaPierre's office and put enough pressure on him, you can get him to approve a payment for you.

Lapierre's only hobby is eating sweets, presumably because it relieves his stress.

After four years as NRA chief executive, LaPierre told the Los Angeles Times that the job was so exhausting that he wished he could retire and open an ice cream shop in his hometown.

It's been like that since LaPierre first entered the NRA.

At that time, the NRA wanted to recruit a donkey lobbyist, and LaPierre successfully applied.

LaPierre, perpetually dressed in rumpled suits and vacant eyes, is constantly promoted.

He rose to state level lobbyist in 1978, federal lobbyist in 1980 and chief executive officer in 1991.

Such a softie can become the CEO.

The biggest reason is actually the balance of forces within the NRA, and no one will obey the other.

Lapierre, who was weak and neutral, came to power, and finally became a result that everyone liked.

Such a guy, Peggy didn't think he would dare to really do anything to his grandfather.

But Robert Morgenthau didn't think so.

Seeing his granddaughter's disdain for LaPierre, Robert shook his head:

"Lapierre is weak, that's true.

But that doesn't mean the NRA won't help that young man. "

"But it's none of our business. Even if the NRA is on his side, it's none of our business."

Robert looked at Peggy, "We just need to do our own thing, and that's enough."

Seeing her grandfather's calm expression, Peggy also relaxed. She smiled, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Robert nodded, and then the Manhattan prosecutor smiled, stretched out half of his head and one hand, and waved to Abel in the restaurant downstairs with a smile.

be a response.

Downstairs, Abel looked up to see Robert's movements, and he smiled back.

Seeing him keep looking up, Lapierre also looked up.

But when Lapierre looked, Robert had disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Lapierre asked curiously.

"Saw an old friend, said hello to him. He responded to me." Abel said with a smile.

"Oh." LaPierre said indifferently.

This is Upper Manhattan, so it cannot be said that rich people are everywhere.

But if you throw a grenade and blow it up, there will be at least a few millionaires, one or two multi-millionaires.

Here, it is nothing for the rich to see acquaintances.

Abel chatted with LaPierre for a few more words, and then agreed on the approximate time for the donation.

Then he separated from LaPierre, went out of the restaurant and went to the Cadillac STS that he had been waiting for.

After entering the carriage, he thought about the possible consequences of everything he did today.

Lapierre's weakness is famous, Morgan's grandson and grandson know it well, and Abel actually knows it too.

But his donation to the NRA was not for LaPierre.

LaPierre is just a big butler in the NRA, a mascot on the bright side.

The real power of the NRA is the board of directors, and the chairman who is elected once a year.

So his donation is actually donated to these people.

Lapierre also knows, but this time the donation is in Lapierre's office.

It is Lapierre's credit, and the idiot will be happy.

Robert Morgenthau also knew this, so he told Peggy that LaPierre was weak, but the NRA might not help Abel.

This is also Abel's purpose.

The NRA has a great influence on the Aramco House of Cards, and Abel himself has a deep relationship with the NRA.

He felt that it would be too wasteful not to take advantage of this relationship.

So he intends to further deepen his relationship with the NRA through donations.

This is to prevent his next step, after irritating Robert or the people behind him.

The relationship with the NRA can make them scruples.

This is to show them that I, Abe Smith, am not a mud leg.

Only in this way can a great probability be gathered and those guys will be prevented from going to extremes.

But Abel also knew that his most powerful weapon.

It is their ability in the financial field.

With green paper, everything is easy to talk about.

Without the green paper that smelled like ink, he could only return to Tarrant to raise cattle in desperation.

Thinking like this,

He said to the driver Dexter: "Go to the company."

In the passenger seat, Edward picked up the walkie-talkie, "Go back to Smith Capital."

The black Cadillac STS got the order and put on a turn signal.

In front of the convoy, a black Cadillac SUV turned first, covering the front of the Cadillac STS.

Behind the car, another Toyota Sequoia, which looks relatively simple, is tailing the Cadillac STS, covering the rear direction of the Cadillac sedan.

On the other side of the street, another Cadillac STS, also in black, and a Cadillac SUV followed after the convoy started.

The difference is that they are farther away from the convoy, at about 100 meters.

Unlike the three cars in the convoy, they have been walking together.

After the unexpected accident in Fort Worth yesterday.

Because of the boss's request, the rock security has enhanced the protection of the boss.

From the previous three cars and eight bodyguards every time I went out.

It has increased to an exaggerated scale of five vehicles and fifteen bodyguards.

In terms of fear of death and prudence, Abel felt that few billionaires in the United States could compare to him.

But he didn't think it was too much, after all, no matter how rich he was.

If you don't want to enjoy it, it's useless.

Live to have dps, live to enjoy.

On this point, he insisted from beginning to end.

More than ten minutes later, the convoy arrived at the Woolworth Building.

Abel came to Smith Capital.

On the way, he had already called David Mellon.

So when he arrived, David's side was ready.

"The safe house has been activated. Five traders, all follow the list given by you."

After seeing Abel, David said a little excitedly: "During this period, it has been those goosebumps.

I almost forgot that we are actually a financial investment company! "

"Head, tell me. Where are we going to find food this time!"

Seeing David's excited look, Abel smiled and understood the reason for his look.

After all, David owns 2% of the company's dry stock, which is the kind that can get dividends at the end of the year.

Although these 2% dry shares require David Mellon to work in the company for more than ten years before they can be traded.

Before that, David only had the right to dividends and no other rights.

But just the dividend right is enough to make David Mellon excited.

Who told the company's profit this year, it seems that it will run to 40 billion.

40 billion U.S. dollars, even if a quarter is paid out as a dividend.

2% of one billion dollars can also be divided into 2000 million dollars.

This is equivalent to all the income David has earned since he started working.

Almost ten years have passed in one year, and David is naturally excited.

"This time we're going to London to look for food." Abel said softly.

"Understood. Futures? Foreign exchange? Or the stock market, or marketable bonds?" David said excitedly.

"Let's advance to the safe house." Abel took the lead and walked into the command room of Smith Capital's safe house.

In the command room, through the glass, you can already see the five traders who are gearing up inside.

Abel sat down in the command room, and directed directly:
"Divide the funds of the No. [-] Fund into two parts."

Fund No. [-] of Smith Capital refers to the company's first private placement fund.

The private placement totaled $30 billion and was already fully subscribed.

And the funds have all been in place, under the name of Smith Capital's escrow account.

Of course, in accordance with the law and relevant regulations.

The money is the money entrusted to Smith Capital by the investors.

Smith Capital only has the authority to invest in them and cannot use them for other purposes other than investment.

"In two equal parts, the company matched $10 billion each, for a total of $25 billion."

Abel looked at the screen, various real-time economic data fed back from the London financial market.

He continued to give orders: "One of them, 25 billion US dollars, with 6-8 times leverage, will continue to be invested in the international crude oil market. The standard is the same as last time."

Half a month ago, Smith Capital began to trade international crude oil futures.

A deposit of US$10 billion has already been invested, and another US$25 billion will be invested this time.

Smith Capital's investment in the international crude oil market has reached US$35 billion.

This is already a relatively impressive number, because Smith Capital also used leverage.

In the face of the current high international oil prices, it is relatively dangerous.

The large amount of funds is more conspicuous, and it is easy to attract the coveted eyes of giants.

It is easy to be band manipulated and then swallowed.

But Abel did it anyway, and David Mellon blindly believed and executed.

"Okay. I'll give the order right away," David Mellon said.

After confirming this order, Abel continued to focus on the London market.

Soon, Abel's eyes were attracted by the K line of London Gold in front of him, and he said calmly:
"All traders,

Each account holds a position of 5 million US dollars, a margin of 2.5 million US dollars, 20 times leverage, and a multi-party transaction order to buy London gold. "

London gold is the most single trading variety in the world. It adopts the T+0 mode and trades 24 hours a day. However, in different countries around the world, the opening time is different. .

The trading volume composed of many countries basically covers 24 hours a day.

There is a gap of two or three hours at most in the middle, which is considered a rest time.

Among them, the afternoon trading in the North American and European markets is the bloodiest time of the day.

In 2000, at the peak period, there was a daily trading volume of nearly 12 trillion US dollars, and half of it would be generated during this period. .

This is a sanctuary for speculators whose scale is not inferior to that of the international foreign exchange market, and whose risk level is similar.

Every day, countless people achieve financial freedom here, and countless people are bankrupt and liquidated.

You can enter the market from $1000, with 100 times leverage, and a one-point rise or fall is $100. .

If it falls by about 7 points, the position will be forced to close. For example, the current price is 312.770 to 305.770. It is simply 7 points, not a percentage. .

Each of the five traders has a leverage of 5 million and 5 times, which is equivalent to a capital of 20 billion US dollars.

The profit and loss of 1 point is about 3333 million US dollars. .

This is replaced by an ordinary manager who hears the boss's trading method like a crazy gambler.

It is estimated that I have been scared and paralyzed for a long time. I should either stop it or think about where to find a new job tomorrow.

But David Mellon is different.

He has seen this kind of crazy operation of Abel in the foreign exchange market and London gold many times.

So although David's heart rate now exceeds one hundred and four, and his mouth is dry.

But he still called out loudly, and the commanders and traders began to open positions and enter the market.

Under Abel's arrangement, 500 billion U.S. dollars entered London gold one after another, which was basically a big splash and could not influence the market situation. .

"Don't worry, just wait."

After Abel finished explaining, he was still somewhat unsatisfied.

This feeling of waving the big stick of greenbacks and spending billions or tens of billions at every turn is so wonderful.

Born as an old beauty, she will not enter the white house to be the great commander.

He should be a big player in the capital market, so that he can be reborn in vain.

It is not in vain of my "ability" in the financial field.

I, Abel Smith, vow to bring my abilities to the global financial market!
He looked at the time, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Hello, David..."

After the call was connected, Abel spoke.

David Mellon next to him with an excited expression, as if he had taken ten small blue pills, was stunned and responded, "I'm here..."

"Forehead"

Abel looked at him. "It's not your David. It's another David."

David Mellon: "."

"Well, it's your colleague. His name is also David. But his surname is Mellon. I'll introduce you to him next time. David, how is Ales' company doing?"

In David Mellon's "how can you be intimate with other Davids in front of me" look.

Abe started talking to David Jones, whom he had left over in Texas, where someone else was doing his job in Tarrant County.

(End of this chapter)