New York, Manhattan.

In Robert Morgenthau's office.

Robert opened this issue of the New York Observer and read its front page headlines carefully.

Robert first looked at the author of the front page headline and found that it was Malcolm Gladwell.

The author, Robert knew, was a young copywriter.

He is currently a columnist for The New Yorker and a staff writer for The New York Times and The Washington Post.

This person's writing style is sharp and his language is humorous. Although most of his works are not fictional and do not revolve around a character or a story.

However, the plots of the stories are generally more tortuous, and his articles have a very ups and downs flavor.

In this report.

In Malcolm Gladwell's novel, Abe Smith becomes a man in Texas, fresh out of college.

Because my ideas are different from those of my father, my father does not support me.

A contemporary young man who secretly ran away from home and went to New York, the largest city in the United States, to work on his own.

The article also said that when Abel Smith first arrived in New York, he only had seventy dollars.

Seeing this, Robert couldn't help but cursed - "fxxyou! This is making up nonsense."

As far as Robert knew, the young man named Abel Smith.

On the third day after arriving in New York, I started trading in the foreign exchange market.

And the amount of the first transaction was as high as US$70,000.

Now it is said that when he came, he only had seventy dollars with him.

Where did the last $70,000 come from?

Robbery of a bank?

Robert was curious about how Malcolm Gladwell would continue to edit.

Robert continued to read.

In the article, this young British-Canadian American writer.

It uses a legendary and ups and downs plot to describe Abe Smith's experience of making money in the first three months on Wall Street.

[On this day, Smith was having breakfast. Suddenly a newspaper fell on his feet. He picked it up and looked at it. The newspaper said that the yen would fall today. 】

[Then he took this newspaper, entered the exchange, and bought the Japanese yen, which fell.]

[That evening, he made $90,000.]

"That's ridiculous!"

Reviewed by Robert Morgenthau.

But Robert knew that this kind of straightforward statement could easily attract readers.

Robert criticized and read carefully.

It took him half an hour to read this article, which was at least 3,000 words long.

After reading it, Robert frowned.

He put down the newspaper and subconsciously picked up the coffee cup with his other hand and took a sip.

But he found that the coffee in the coffee cup was empty, and he had finished it just now.

This means that Robert was very absorbed in what he was watching.

Putting down the empty coffee cup, Robert stood up and walked around the office.

Then he returned to his seat, picked up the landline phone and pressed "1".

The phone rang, "Hello, Mr. Morgenthau."

"Tylande, help me dial Arthur Carter's number."

Robert ordered his secretary.

"Okay. Is this Mr. Arthur Carter of the New York Observer?" the secretary confirmed.

"Nothing wrong."

"Okay, I'll connect you now."

The phone was hung up and it beeped.

Soon, a voice sounded.

"Hello?"

"Hello Arthur, I'm Robert Morgenthau."

After hearing Robert's self-introduction, the other party was silent for a moment.

"Hello, Mr. Morgenthau. What do you want from me?"

"I'm sorry, Arthur. I just want to know what you mean by the report on the front page of today's issue of the New York Observer."

"Forehead"

Arthur Carter on the other side of the phone said: "Mr. Morgenthau, I'm sorry.

As of six o'clock last night, the New York Observer no longer belonged to me, and I sold it."

"Oh?" Robert was surprised.

Arthur Carter had been seeking to sell the New York Observer, and Robert knew about it.

Although the "New York Observer" has a certain influence among New York's elite.

But its sales volume per issue is only about 40,000-60,000 copies, and it won’t work if sales don’t increase profits.

As far as Robert knew, the newspaper seemed to have been losing money.

Arthur Carter has been wanting to sell since a few years ago.

It's just that in a profitable business, there are people who are willing to do it even if they don't have a head, but in a loss-making business, no one will do it even if they have two heads.

The New York Observer doesn't make money, so naturally there are only a few people who want to take it over.

Arthur has never been able to sell it, but I didn't expect it to be sold now.

"Can you tell me who the buyer is?" Robert asked softly.

"Oh, it's not a secret." Arthur Carter said:

"Abel Smith, the young Wolf of Wall Street, a new generation of financial tycoons.

Well, it seems like you are very familiar with him."

"Ha~"

Robert's face darkened, and he said softly: "Thank you, Arthur.

But I am not familiar with this young man, thank you for your information.

I still have something to do here, how about we go play ball together next time?"

"Okay. Let's make an appointment next time."

"Um."

Robert Morgenthau hung up the phone.

He rubbed the microphone and thought about why that young man suddenly purchased a newspaper.

And he was so anxious that he started bragging about himself the next day.

This should be somewhat related to what happened yesterday.

Robert, who has been in Manhattan's political and legal circles for many years, is keenly aware of this.

After thinking for a while, he pressed "1" on the phone again.

"Hello, Mr. Morgenthau."

"Tylande, help me call Paige and Cyrus in."

"OK."

A few minutes later, Cyrus and Paige, the leader and deputy leader of the Financial Crimes Investigation Team of the Manhattan District Attorney's Office in New York, walked in.

After the two came in, Robert motioned for them to sit down.

Then Robert said: "Cyrus, what happened yesterday?"

Cyrus immediately replied: "It's been checked.

Sophia Kender and Jace Bledsos, one is suspected of violating three financial laws and the other is suspected of violating seven. The information and evidence are ready and can be prosecuted at any time."

Robert waved his hand and continued to ask: "Where is Smith Capital?"
To be continued...