MTL - America’s Road To Wealth-Chapter 30 manhattan night

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  Chapter 30 Night in Manhattan

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

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

  .

  “[Make Tarrant greater], this sounds like a campaign slogan.”

   "No mistake. 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 can 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 is almost always held by 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, I support him. "

  David shrugged American-style and said softly:

   "Perhaps I can help? Have you heard of Congressman Sarsd?"

  Abel was unsure: "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.

  That is to say, states with a large population have a little more representatives.

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

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

  With so many members of Congress, they generally don't stay in Texas, but in DC.

   is the capital.

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

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

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

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

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

   "There is nothing wrong. He is still my uncle. He is 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.

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

  Alexander can seek help from Congressman Sarsd for the campaign in Tarrant.

  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 just walked out of the company and went to take the elevator.

   Soon after, he walked out of the Woolworth Building.

   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.

  Going to the international foreign exchange market tonight, another fat black swan falls.

  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 south of Manhattan Island, geographically it belongs to Lower Manhattan.

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

  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 does not mean that the 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 because the New York subway operates 24 hours a day.

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

   Among them, the stops and routes on Manhattan Island are the most frequented.

  In addition to the housing, rent, hotels, etc. on the island, it is not affordable for the working class at all.

  It was night, the transportation was inconvenient, and there was no place to live.

   Why stay on the street if you don’t go home?

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

   It takes less than ten minutes to drive half an hour during the day and 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-bath street-facing townhouse.

  The indoor area is 11,000 square feet, and the monthly property tax alone will cost $13,500 per 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 of Manhattan's Chelsea borough.

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

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

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

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

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

  The black Maybach 62s and the 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, and with a creak, the heavy brass door slowly opened.

  A serious white face 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 have 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 could still remain calm.

   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 ground floor all the time, and I'm in charge of security outside. She's in charge of security inside," Steve said.

"clear."

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

  (end of this chapter)