America's Road to Wealth

It can be said that the negotiation with the three Morgenthau brothers was not smooth.

The main reason is that today's Morgenthau family can't afford to give Abel enough bargaining chips.

Yes, up to now, the Morgenthau family still holds the most important Manhattan District Attorney in New York, as well as the three important positions of the Attorney General of New York State and the Attorney General of New Jersey next door.

But apart from one Manhattan district attorney, the other two attorneys general are really useless to Abel.

The special national conditions of the United States predestined that unless Abel worked hard in New York State and New Jersey, it would take more than a few years to take root here.

At the same time, these two states are also the second oldest states in the United States, and their internal forces are deeply intertwined. Even the old consortiums like Morgan and Rockefeller cannot have the final say in these places.

Compared with Texas, where Abel has more background, or California, which is simpler and clearer, he knows that he will never be able to be his "own person" here.

Therefore, the attorneys general of the Morgenthau family in these two states can't help him much.

The good thing is, as Abel was the first to contact and was also an ally on the judicial side who had come here very early.

Even if they don't have the conditions to make Abel's heart beat, Abel still has to consider making them his representatives in the Supreme Court.

It's just that the conditions put forward by the three brothers made him not so excited.

Besides, Abel also had lingering concerns about their conservative forces with the Donkey Party and their intricate relationship with the East Coast consortium.

Mogenthau, Mogenthau, was the son of Morgan in the earliest days!

So his statement to the three Morgenthau brothers is somewhat ambiguous - I will consider you, but it is only a consideration, not an affirmation.

Let Robert express his views on the young people in their family, and it is not impossible to live and work in Texas or California.

Because to Abel, that really meant nothing.

It was late at night, around eleven o'clock.

Abel was about to say goodbye.

The three brothers Robert did not dare to force them to stay. This thing is buying and selling. How can it be possible to buy and sell when the situation is weak?

The best way is to try to make sure that there is no benevolence and righteousness in the transaction.

But when Abel got up and led the people towards the door of the living room.

In the corridor outside the entrance of the living room, a pretty young girl suddenly popped out.

Abel was slightly surprised. He recognized this young girl. She seemed to be Peggy's cousin, the daughter of Robert's youngest son. Her name seemed to be Hannah or Anna.

Before her grandfather and uncles could reprimand her, Peggy's cousin immediately said, "Mr. Smith, Peggy asked me to give this to you. I hope you can take a look."

It was a note, and Abel took it without much hesitation. It was written in silky handwriting:

[Mr. Smith, you said in the hotel earlier that you also wanted to watch "Self-Actualized Man". As I said, I have Maslow's autographed manuscript here, and I sorted it out. If it is convenient, you can come to my study to pick it up, waiting for your presence. 】

After reading the words on the paper, Abel frowned slightly.

What is Peggy thinking? Could it be that she, like this, also wants to play some vulgar tricks?

Although Abel was a little baffled, he wasn't panicked - there was nothing to be afraid of anyway.

"Please take me there, Miss Morgenthau." He said bluntly to Peggy's cousin.

The other party nodded, mustered up the courage to glance at the three ancestors who were surprised and bewildered, then turned and walked in the other direction of the corridor.

Abel turned his head and nodded to Robert and the others, "I'm going to get something, excuse me."

The three Morgenthau brothers quickly said no.

After looking at Abel's figure, he disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

The three brothers looked at each other, and the youngest couldn't help but said to Robert: "Brother, did you arrange this? Using Peggy? Will it work?"

"It's hard for me to believe that such a character would change such an important decision because of a woman." The second child also said softly, "But you can try it anyway."

In fact, Robert himself didn't know, because Peggy didn't discuss with him at all about what happened tonight.

Even her sudden departure just now was beyond Robert's expectations.

Originally, according to the plan of the three brothers, if Peggy was on the scene when the interests were communicated just now, it might be able to play a mitigating role.

Facing the inquiries from his two younger brothers at this moment, Robert shook his head slightly, "I don't know either. But I think... Peggy knows what she should do."

The two little Morgenthau looked at each other again, after all, they did not continue to dwell on this topic.

The youngest, the youngest, suddenly said, "Maybe we can go back and wait to see what happens."

Robert hesitated, then nodded.

The three returned to the original living room, and the three old men stayed up all night.

On Abel's side, Peggy's cousin led him to the yard where he had been last time, and entered a book-like study.

The smell of books here is not an adjective, because the study does have the smell of books, the smell of paper that smells good.

Because this is not a small study room, at a glance Abel felt that there were at least thousands of volumes in the library.

Compared with those big libraries, this number is certainly not comparable.

But if this is just a young girl's own study room, with this amount of books, it is enough to make people admirable.

Especially Abel felt that she probably read all the books in it. Estimates are not possibilities, but certainties.

After Peggy's cousin brought him over, she watched Abel's bodyguards finish checking the study, and then whispered that Peggy would come over later.

Then she politely left the study, leaving Abel, Edward and others in the room.

After obtaining Abel's permission, Edward nodded to Lincoln and Johnson, who went to guard the door.

Calmly watching the bodyguards arrange the security work, bored, he flipped through the things on the bookshelf.

He is indeed not an elegant person who likes to read books. After flipping through a few books in Peggy's collection, he found that most of them were related to history, law and philosophy, and almost all of them were manuscripts and rare collector's editions. He walked to the side and opened the curtains.

moonlight. It swayed its sense of existence in the outer courtyard, and selflessly presented its brilliance to the people in it.

Um. It's really a nice place. Abel looked at the night sky and then at the garden outside the window.

Just then, Abel heard the door opening behind him.

He turned his head and saw Edward retreating silently, and then Peggy walked in.

"Peggy?" He asked in a low voice with inexplicable doubts.

"Good evening, Mr. Smith." The answering voice dispelled his doubts.

"Oh... good evening." Abel laughed.

It's no wonder that Abel is a little confused, because Peggy's dress is too surprising or stunning to him now.

Her blond hair was carefully combed and tied up in a bun, with only a few strands of curly hair hanging down from her ears, she looked like a fashionable young lady. She was wearing a white silk dress, which was as translucent and translucent as ice and snow under the moonlight, but she had a rose-shaped ornament on her left chest, adding a touch of charm to the ice and snow.

Nor did she wear her spectacles, which almost seemed to be permanently affixed to her face. I don't know if it's because of severe myopia, but at this moment, her beautiful sky blue eyes are looking at him watery, as if they can drip water.

The reason why Abel was amazed and astonished was not that the outfit was bad, but that it was indeed very beautiful, beautiful and charming.

The reason why Abel was surprised was that this dress was so different from the usual Peggy, and more like a socialite with a variety of styles.

She dressed up like this, could it be... His heart suddenly turned cold.

Yes, he did kind of regard her as Bai Yueguang. But since it is Bai Yueguang, it must conform to Bai Yueguang's image.

That kind of appearance with a strong smell of books is in line with his Bai Yueguang aesthetics.

Now, to be honest, Abel was a little disappointed.

Even if he somewhat guessed it just now.

"You seem surprised." Seeing that Abel was still a little surprised, Peggy suddenly laughed. "Isn't it pretty?"

He didn't know if it was Abel's illusion or what, but he always felt that Peggy's voice was a little less serious than usual, but a little more charming.

It's not quite the same person anymore.

"It's not that it's not ugly, it's actually pretty..." Abel replied honestly, "It's just that your image is too different from your usual one, so you don't get used to it all at once."

"I've reached this age, I should dress up, otherwise how can I socialize?" Peggy still smiled and replied, "Also, thank you for your compliment."

"You're welcome." Abel nodded, thinking that she seemed to be a year older than him. I am 23, and she is also 24 years old. For a woman of this age, it is indeed time to dress up anyway.

But her dress, on the contrary, dilutes her image of white moonlight in Abel's heart.

Because if it was a socialite, would he be lacking in his Abe Smith status today?

Now, he lost interest, "So, what about those things? Didn't you say you want me to come and get them? "The Self-Actualized Man", Maslow's manuscript. I will take a good look at it when I get it back."

"Those have been sorted out, you can take them away later." Peggy walked over gently, "However, you don't have to hurry, right?"

Seeing Peggy's approaching figure and her bright smile, Abel felt a strange feeling in his heart—probably the same as when an otaku sees the goddess in his heart "degenerate" in front of him a feeling of.

Probably not as severe, but somewhat similar.

"What's the matter, Paige? Is there anything else you can do?"

Peggy didn't answer, but walked up to Abel and stared at Abel.

After staring at each other for a moment, just as Abel was about to look away, Paige suddenly fell forward.

Caught off guard, Abel subconsciously reached out to support her, and then... Peggy grabbed his hand. The whole person fell into his arms.

Under the moonlight, the figures of the two people merged together.

And the orchid-like fragrance rushed straight to the tip of his nose, making him even more intoxicated for a moment.

After a sudden daze, "Miss Morgenthau!" Abel's voice was rarely emotional.

Psychologically, he really doesn't like Peggy as she is now, but at the same time, his strong body also makes him produce corresponding physiological reactions.

Peggy, who was in his arms, looked up at him, the flames in her eyes made Abel dare not look at her.

"Sir, can you chat with me for a while...? It's okay, no one will come tonight. Only us... only us..."

The voice was so soft and mellow that Abe couldn't believe it was Peggy who could say it.

He slowly regained his composure, then stared at the girl in his arms.

It is indeed beautiful. Beautiful beyond my imagination.

The kind of beauty that is more delicate than Keira and Mitsui Toko.

Unexpectedly, his hands slowly slid and slid onto the girl's shoulders.

Then... he pushed hard.

The girl just left his embrace.

Peggy, whose shoulders were still firmly held by Abel, was still looking at Abel. There was sudden shock in her eyes. and unconcealed disappointment.

"You want to use this method and use your body as a bargaining chip? Then you think highly of yourself." He said coldly.

The smile on Peggy's face froze.

"I have to admit, I'm very disappointed." Abel's tone was filled with uncontrollable tiredness and depression, "I thought you were different, but in the end you could only find this way... Hmph, Physically? So what's the difference between you and those social ladies? I'm disappointed...I thought you were different."

Paige gradually lowered her head.

"So... don't you like this?"

"Yes, I don't like it. What do you think of me? A fool who loses his way when he's tempted?"

After standing up and letting her go, Abel really wanted to leave.

Tonight's Peggy made him feel like the white moonlight was shattered.

"It seems that being coquettish is really not my strong point." A murmur suddenly sounded from behind him. "Mr. Smith, will you hear me a few more words?"

Abel stopped, but didn't look back.

"Mr. Smith, you also know the situation faced by people in my position..." Peggy replied in a low voice, "I will marry someone after all, that is to say, I will definitely marry someone in the future." Marrying someone I probably don't even know right now. And, maybe the other person is old, or ugly, or both...so..."

Peggy obviously hesitated, but she continued in a low voice after a while. "When I first met you a long time ago, I thought, at least...at least...for the first time, I can...can meet someone who I admire very much...Hey, it's a pity that I still think highly of myself I really can't be coquettish. But it's okay, if you came here just now, I'm afraid I might still look down on you. It's not bad that I haven't done anything now..."

As if it was an illusion, Abel felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

"Are you going to do this for this family?"

He turned around and couldn't help but said.

"It's not a sacrifice... This family has raised me and given me a life that ordinary people can't match. Of course, I should give it back when it needs it. Isn't that what it should be. Actually, it's nothing. For thousands of years Isn't everyone living like this..." Peggy stared at the moonlight and suddenly smiled.

As soon as she was illuminated by the moonlight, she seemed to have magical powers.

Although she was still dressed the same as before, the appearance of a socialite in the Gilded Age of New York.

But for some reason, Abel felt that the image of Bai Yueguang that had been shattered in his heart just now was reorganized before his eyes.

And it is more vivid and vivid than before.

It seems that this is right, because a person's image and personality are so changeable.

After all, not even the sun can last forever.

"At least for the past 24 years, I have lived a very happy life. I can read the books I love, and I can not worry about life. I can do what I like, and I can meet talents like you, Mr. Smith, I can……"

Her words were interrupted suddenly, because she suddenly felt someone hug her shoulders.

Then, pulled by a tremendous force, she slowly turned around.

Then she found that the person opposite had a strange look and attitude. She had never seen such Abel Smith.

"Mr. Smith?" she asked inquiringly.

"So. What are you waiting for? Let's come now!" Abel yelled out a little rough, and then hugged her into his arms.

Mad, even someone like her is so decisive. As a reborn person, she is also one of the top figures in the country, and even her entire family now relies on her breath.

I still think so much, it can be said that it is too hypocritical.

"But you weren't...not..." Peggy panicked. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't get rid of the arms at all.

"I've changed my mind." Abel stared into her eyes and continued his actions decisively.

"Uh...uh..." Peggy's eyes widened, she wanted to say something but she didn't say anything, it seemed that struggling was useless, and she gradually stopped struggling.

Abel continued, but she didn't cooperate at all, just looked at Abel blankly.

It doesn't matter, even if it's this jerky, it's just what I want!

Abel raised his face after a hearty kiss. Then he studied Peggy carefully.

Under the moonlight, Peggy's fair face seemed to exude seductive fluorescence. The mist in the eyes seems to be able to disorient anyone - Abel never admits that it may be the astigmatism caused by high myopia.

What a beautiful girl, I have already discovered it.

Scruples come and go, considerations come and go, and things are not straightforward.

When facing other women, I have never been like this before.

Moonlight moonlight, white moonlight.

After all, she is somewhat different from her.

Later, he violently knocked down several bookcases around him, and scattered the precious manuscripts and rare edition books on them. There may be many out-of-print collections inside, and scattered them all over the place, making them into a sheet of books and manuscripts. Composed of simple Simmons.

A girl with no wisps of hair lying on a white book, bathed in silver light.

Such a beautiful scene made the well-informed Abel stunned for a moment.