America's Road to Wealth

Alex calls this "a gathering of old friends."

It ended around 10:30 p.m.

Herbert left.

Abel also supported his grandparents and slowly left the restaurant.

Return to the middle of the motorcade and sit in the back compartment.

Alex suddenly said: "Did you see anything?"

Abel: "???"

"Herbert was not a baseball guy."

"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 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 naughty boy he had been on the court just now.

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

An old house where a treasure.

Abel thought to himself.

"What I mean?" Alex smiled silently:

"It's obvious that Herbert came tonight with a purpose."

"Herbert was a man who fought all his life."

"When he was studying, he struggled with knowledge and teachers. After joining the war, he fought with himself and those neon people."

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

"He spent his whole life fighting against imaginary enemies. He never did anything boring."

"He almost never had any hobbies."

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

"Hebert is like this. He came to watch baseball tonight and even came to us. Now... do you understand?"

After listening to his grandfather's long words, Abel was silent for a while.

He was driving a Cadillac Escalade. In the darkness, he looked at the taillights of the Toyota Sequoia driven by Edward in front of him and followed it.

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

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

Alex said softly:

"You can say 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."

"What's your attitude?" Abel asked in surprise.

"What do you mean?!" Alex's calm image of a master was broken.

The old naughty look showed up again.

"Although I'm not as good as Herbert, I'm not as good as many people. Many times I'm just a rich man from the countryside."

"But I live a long life and am generous! I don't dare to say that in other places, but in Texas and several southern states, many people believe in me!"

Alex blew his beard and stared - well, it was only the latter.

Because Alex doesn't like to have beards, or maybe none of the men in the Smith family have beards.

It may be genetic, including Abel and Alexander.

.

Except for the hair on my head, my son, and my grandson, none of them have very strong hair.

The expression is Bai Yulong.

On the outside, it's hard to grow a nice beard.

Their beards never grow long at all. If they grow them, they become sparse and unsightly, affecting their image.

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

The old man couldn't blow his beard even if he wanted to, 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 that my grandpa could be so powerful. I thought that you, grandpa, were just like my dad, who only knew how to feed cows, ride horses, and shoot guns."

"You are still young." At this time, Arya, who had been smiling and saying little next to her, said:

"You don't know many things. Son, my dear Abel. Your grandfather was also very powerful back then. It's just that his personality prevented him from going too far."

Even grandma, who has always been calm and gentle and never said loud words or lies, said this.

Abel really believed it.

Believing your grandfather is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

"Okay. Grandpa, who do you think Herbert represents?" Abel asked.

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

"Why did you come back? Who did you come back for? Then, Herbert may represent this person."

"Got it," Abel said.

As of now, it may be the most successful political family in Texas.

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

If nothing else, his son could become governor.

Without the support of those people, success would never have been possible.

Now in Texas again, then if Herbert really came here with a purpose.

The most likely candidate for him to represent 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 come to watch a baseball game and chat with an old friend of mine. Herbert never does such boring things. "

At this point, 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 may be an element of jealousy here. .

"Okay. Since you don't even know, then I can only use an Eastern Chinese proverb as my attitude towards what may happen next."

Abel translated this proverb into English - "Soldiers will stop you, and water will cover you."

"The soldiers came to attack, and the officers came to resist. When the flood came, we used soil to block it?" Alex said softly:

"This ancient country is really terrible. Its cultural heritage cannot be matched by the USA."

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

"Don't talk about anyone else. You're a Wall Street guy now too."

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

"hehe."

The grandfather and grandson just chatted and returned to their home in the Oak River community.

It was already eleven o'clock when they got home, and both Alex and Alya looked a little tired. .

After all, both of them are old.

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

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 rest first. .

He finished his own affairs by himself, and at about half past eleven, he lay down on the bed.

Before going to bed, he raised his watch and looked at the time.

Today is 2000, September 21, Thursday at half past eleven.

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

someone who aspires to be a time management guru muttered to himself as he skilfully flipped through the numbers of his contacts.

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

After that banquet, his "relationship" with Ikana quickly heated up.

In the past, I could only exchange a few simple greetings on the phone.

Now, like men and women in the ambiguous period, they can chat for half an hour or even longer.

The call was answered quickly, and Ikana answered the call very quickly.

Almost as soon as Abel made a sound on his side, he was connected on the other side.

"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 are taking a shower?"

Opposite the phone,

The top floor of the Ted Lerner Building at 40 Wall Street in Manhattan, New York.

In Ikana's bedroom, there is a bathroom with an area of ​​more than thirty 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, making it look like a hat.

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

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

Over in Texas, Abel was lying on the bed, holding his cell phone and smiling:

"Ha~ okay. Actually, I'm almost ready to sleep. But I remembered that I haven't heard your voice for a few days. I wanted to hear your voice, so I made this call."

"Yes." Ikana said, "Three days to be exact. This is your next contact in three days."

"Forehead"

"Ha~ okay. I know you are very busy." Ikana immediately said again:

"And we don't have a special relationship. We call each other every three days, which is pretty good."

Here in Texas,

Abel couldn't help but smile.

This Ikana started talking nonsense again, and wanted to concussively shoot herself again.

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

It just so happens that he is not a good man either, so if we work together, we won't harm other people.

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

"I won't be back in New York for a few days. How about we meet up then?"

"I'm very busy. YKM is in a very troublesome situation right now. I submitted my business plan to Smith Capital. It's been three days and there's no response."

"but."

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

"Hahaha~"

Abel laughed again through the phone.

Then the two people said some words that were not nutritious but must be said.

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

It's the kind of thing you would say when you haven't held hands yet, but you have some ambiguous feelings.

Generally speaking, this kind of conversation is boring to onlookers.

About twenty minutes later, Abel hung up the phone.

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

But the phone dinged, and a crisp voice sounded.

It’s the message, the sound of a text message.

Abel's cell phone is specially used to communicate with girls.

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

And his family.

Naturally, these are the only people who can send text messages at this time.

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

Liv: [My scenes in New Zealand have been completed again, and I can rest for half a month. I have returned to New York, and I have brought back Alvin's clothes, a complete set. 】

Abel was startled when he saw this message.

Then he remembered that "Arwen" was the name of the elf princess played by Liv Tyler in the Lord of the Rings movies.

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

I mentioned it casually that I wanted to experience what it was 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 1999 and is now nearing completion.

Most of Liv's scenes have been completed, but occasionally she needs to go over for reshoots.

She passed a few days.

Apparently back now.

The thought of being able to crush the elf princess with unparalleled beauty and explosive temperament in the movie beneath her.

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

After thinking about it, he didn't know how many more days he would stay in Texas.

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

Type it up and send it.

Liv Tyler’s reply was quick, [No, you won’t meet Liv Tyler. But tomorrow, you can meet Princess Arwen of the Evening Star. 】

Seeing this reply, Abel couldn't help laughing.

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

Very knowledgeable and interesting.

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

In the reply, he entered a mobile phone number.

Then enter [Make this call. After half an hour, come down from your apartment. Someone will bring you here. 】

Liv Tyler's reply this time was in letters that Abel couldn't understand.

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

[In the text message just now, I used the text of the elves in Middle-earth. Translated into our language, it is: Master, I listen to you everything]

Okay, 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 The Lord of the Rings constructs a brilliant and grand yet relatively rigorous fantasy world.

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

For example, the elven Quenya and Sindarin languages.

This Liv Tyler, Abel can only say - really good at playing!

But he likes it very much, role playing.

What man wouldn't like it?