America's Road to Wealth

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hear it. But I'm right there, and I still hear some."

Abel hung up the phone and heard David next to him say:

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"[Make Tarrant greater], it sounds like a campaign slogan."

"That's right. That's the campaign slogan."

Albertan was frank and did not intend to hide anything from David Mellon.

In the United States, if you have money, you go to campaign.

This is the choice of many rich people, no matter whether they are new rich or old rich.

The simplest example.

Since the 1980s.

The mayor of New York has almost always been a rich man.

Among them, Bloomberg, who has not yet taken office, has completed the transformation from a billionaire to a tens of billionaire during his tenure.

"Texas? Tarrant?" David Mellon asked.

"Yes. My hometown." Abel said:

"My father felt that his later life should be more exciting.

He intends to launch a new challenge to his life.

I think it's good and I support him. "

David shrugged American-style, and said softly:

"Perhaps I can help? Have you ever heard of Senator Sarsd?"

Abel was uncertain: "This name seems to belong to one of our representatives from Texas?"

Members of Congress in the United States are divided into senators and representatives.

Among them, there are only two senators per state, and they are elected only once in seven years.

There are a total of 435 members of the House of Representatives, and the rule is to elect one for every 700,000 people.

In other words, a state with a large population has a larger number of representatives.

Texas in 2000, with a population of 21 million, was one of the most populous states in the United States.

So in the entire state of Texas, there are thirty congressmen.

With so many congressmen, they generally don't stay in Texas, but in DC.

It is the capital.

The former Abel didn't care about these things, and logically speaking, he wouldn't remember Congressman Sarsted.

But this Sasted, already considered a veteran congressman, has served many times in a row.

And has tried to hit the governor's throne twice and the senator's throne once.

Although they were unsuccessful, during the campaign, the news in Texas was also very big.

Therefore, even ordinary Texans will have a little impression of Sassad.

"That's right. He's still my uncle. He's the husband of my father's sister." David Mellon said.

Abel raised his eyebrows, thinking that the relationship between these old money is really intricate and entangled.

Abel also understood that David said this out of good intentions, probably to show that if there is a need.

For Alexander's campaign in Tarrant, he can ask Congressman Sarsd for help.

People can stay in the position of congressman for so long, and they can still be evergreen even if they fail to push up three times.

This proves that his position in Texas is relatively stable.

"Thank you." Abel said with a smile, "but it may not be necessary now. My father probably just wanted to play. When I really want to go this way in the future, even if you don't tell me, I will let you See if there's any connections you can take advantage of."

David shrugged and nodded in understanding.

"Let's go." Abel walked out of the company and went to take the elevator.

He walked out of the Woolworth Building a short time later.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening, close to twelve o'clock.

He looked up at the entrance of the Woolworth Building, and saw several tall financial office buildings around him, still brightly lit, and he could even see people walking around.

In terms of volume, this street should be the most volume in the United States.

In the international foreign exchange market tonight, another fat black swan fell.

Financial companies with foreign exchange business are probably still busy at the moment.

Shaking his head, he sat sideways on the Maybach 62s driven by driver Andy, and left Wall Street at twelve o'clock.

"Boss, where are you going?" the driver Andy asked in a low voice.

Wall Street is located in the southern part of Manhattan Island, and geographically belongs to Lower Manhattan.

"Let's go to 357 West 17th Street, downtown." Abel said softly after thinking about it.

The driver, Andy, suddenly understood, responded softly, turned the steering wheel lightly, and drove on the road.

during the day,

Manhattan is very congested, with cars and people everywhere.

At night, the streets are also very congested.

But once it was late at night, the previously congested streets of Manhattan suddenly seemed to be spacious.

Fewer cars and fewer people.

This is not to say that people here don't go out at twelve o'clock.

Although the beautiful scenery here is almost every day, it is not so serious.

The reason for this is that although the New York subway operates 24 hours a day.

But after twelve o'clock, many areas will be out of service.

Among them, the sites and routes on Manhattan Island are the most stopped.

Coupled with the housing, rent, hotels, etc. on the island, it is not affordable for the working class at all.

It's night, traffic is inconvenient, and there is no place to live.

If you don't go home, why stay on the street?

So in the middle of the night, Manhattan Island will naturally no longer be congested.

Half an hour's journey during the day takes less than ten minutes late at night.

357 West 17th Street, Lower Manhattan, New York, coming soon.

This is a 6 story, 5 bedroom, 12.5 bathroom street facing townhouse.

The interior area is 11,000 square feet, and the monthly property taxes alone cost $13,500 a month.

Judging from the property tax, we know that this house is expensive and belongs to a luxury house.

It's in a great location, in the heart of the south Chelsea borough of Manhattan.

Surrounded by some of the most fabulous restaurants, bars, cafes and shops in New York City.

It can be regarded as a place of feasting and feasting in Manhattan, a place full of literary and artistic atmosphere.

The first floor is divided into left and right rooms, and the left side is the garage that can park two cars.

Inside the garage, a beautiful yellow Beetle has been parked.

On the right is the entrance door of brass alloy, with traces of wind and rain on it, which looks very simple

Black Maybach 62s and black Lincoln City stopped slowly in front of the villa.

In the Lincoln city car behind, the black bodyguard Lincoln stepped down, came to the brass gate of the villa and rang the doorbell.

Soon there was a voice on an electronic device next to the brass door: "Who?"

"963761."

Lincoln said calmly.

The electronic device fell silent, creaked, and the heavy brass door slowly opened.

A serious white man in a suit appeared behind the door.

"Good evening, Steve," Lincoln greeted.

"Good evening, Lincoln." The bodyguard Steve responded while looking at the two cars behind Lincoln.

"The boss is here?"

"Yes." Lincoln shrugged.

At this time, the other three bodyguards had already confirmed the safety of the surrounding area.

Abel got out of the car and walked over directly.

"Good evening, Steve," he said with a smile.

Facing Lincoln, Steve was still able to maintain his composure.

Facing the person who paid him his salary, Steve quickly responded: "Good evening, boss."

Abel walked in and asked casually, "Has Jessica rested?"

"You might want to ask Mary on the second floor that question. I've been on the first floor for outside security. She's for interior security," Steve said.

"clear."

In the lounge of the entrance hall, Abel patted Steve on the shoulder, and then walked towards the escalator.

The four bodyguards outside, Edward and Lin walked in and stayed on the first floor with Steve.

Lincoln and David got into two cars respectively and watched the two drivers find a place to park.

Manhattan at night was quiet, and Abel walked up the escalator.