upstairs,

Peggy Morgenthau's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, "What does he mean? Is he demonstrating?"

"That's right. It's most likely a demonstration." Next to him, Robert Morgenthau laughed softly:

"This young man is really interesting."

Hearing her grandfather's confirmation tone, Peggy Morgenthal thought for a moment and said softly——

"He thinks, grandfather, are you afraid of NRA, or can NRA protect him?"

"That softie LaPierre. I heard anyone who walks into his office can get him to approve a sum of money."

"This guy went to LaPierre, but he went to the wrong person."

Peggy and her grandfather are both life members of the NRA.

In the United States, there are few real elites who are not members of the NRA.

Peggy even knew that her grandfather had served as a director of the NRA Board of Directors for two terms in the past.

In addition, Paige also knows something about LaPierre.

At first glance, the CEO of the nra association does not look like the shrewd and greedy official in the traditional perception.

LaPierre is famous for his weak character and lack of ambition. He likes to hide when things happen and he doesn't even dare to make promises.

There is a joke within the NRA: As long as you walk into LaPierre's office and put enough pressure on him, you can get him to approve a loan for you.

LaPierre's only hobby is eating sweets, probably because it relieves his stress.

After four years as CEO of NRA, LaPierre told the Los Angeles Times that the job was so draining that he wanted to retire immediately and return to his hometown to open an ice cream shop.

This has been the case since LaPierre first entered the NRA.

At that time, the NRA wanted to recruit a Donkey Party lobbyist, and LaPierre successfully applied.

LaPierre always wears a wrinkled suit and has empty eyes, but he is constantly being promoted.

He was promoted to state lobbyist in 1978, federal lobbyist in 1980, and CEO in 1991.

Such a softie can become a CEO.

The biggest reason is actually the balance of power among the various parties within the NRA, and no one is convinced by anyone.

LaPierre, who has a weak and neutral personality, came to power, and in the end it was a result that everyone liked.

For such a guy, Peggy didn't think he would dare to really do anything to her grandfather.

But Robert Morgenthau doesn't think so.

Seeing his granddaughter's disdain for LaPierre, Robert shook his head:

"LaPierre is weak, that's true.

But that doesn't mean that NRA won't help that young man."

"But this has nothing to do with us. Even if NRA sides with him, it has nothing to do with us."

Robert looked at Peggy and said, "We just need to do our own thing well, that's enough."

Seeing her grandfather's calm look, Paige also felt relaxed. She smiled and said, "Okay, I will listen to you."

Robert nodded, and then the Manhattan prosecutor stretched out half his head and one hand with a smile on his face, smiling and waving to Abel in the restaurant downstairs.

That's a response.

Downstairs, Abel looked up and saw Robert's actions, and he smiled back.

LaPierre saw that he kept looking up, so he also looked up.

But when LaPierre looked, Robert was gone.

"What's wrong?" LaPierre asked curiously.

"I saw an old friend and said hello to him. He responded to me." Abel said with a smile.

"Oh." LaPierre said carelessly.

This is upper Manhattan, so we can't say it's full of rich people.

But if you throw a grenade and explode it, at least a few millionaires, one or two multi-millionaires will be among those bombed.

Here, it is nothing for a rich man to meet an acquaintance.

Abel chatted with LaPierre for a few more words, and then agreed on the approximate time of donation.

Then he separated from LaPierre, left the restaurant and got into the Cadillac STS that had been waiting.

After entering the carriage, he thought about the possible consequences of everything he did today.

LaPierre was famous for his weakness. Morgan and his grandson knew it, and Abel also knew it.

But his donation to NRA was not for Pierre.

Within the NRA, LaPierre is just a butler and a mascot on the surface.

The real power of NRA is the board of directors, and the chairman who is elected once a year.

So his donation is actually for these people to see.

LaPierre also knew, but this donation was made while LaPierre was in office.

Even if it's LaPierre's credit, even a coward will be happy.

Robert Morgenthau also knew this, so he told Paige that LaPierre was weak, but NRA would not necessarily help Abel.

This is also Abel's purpose.

NRA has a great influence on Ami's House of Cards, and Abel himself has deep roots in NRA.

He felt that it would be a waste not to take advantage of this relationship.

So by donating money, he planned to deepen his relationship with NRA again.

This was to prevent his next step from angering Robert or the people behind him.

The relationship with NRA can make them worry a little bit.

This is to tell them that I, Abel Smith, am not a mud-legged person.

Only in this way can we maximize the probability and prevent those guys from going to extremes.

But Abel also knew his most powerful weapon.

It is your ability in the financial field.

With green paper, everything is easy to talk about.

Without the green paper that smelled like ink, I would have no choice but to go back to Tarrant to raise cattle.

Thinking of this,

He said to the driver Dirk: "Go to the company."

From the passenger seat, Edward picked up the intercom and said, "Go back to Smith Capital."

The black Cadillac STS got the order and turned on the turn signal.

In front of the convoy, a black Cadillac SUV turned first, covering the front of the Cadillac STS.

Behind the car, another relatively simple-looking Toyota Sequoia followed the Cadillac STS, blocking the rear direction of the Cadillac sedan.

On the other side of the street, there was a similarly black Cadillac STS and a Cadillac SUV, which followed after the convoy started.

The difference is that they are farther away from the convoy, maintaining a distance of about 100 meters.

Unlike the three cars in the convoy, which always go together.

After encountering that unexpected accident in Fort Worth yesterday.

Because of the boss's request, Rock Security has enhanced its protection against the boss.

From the past, every time I went out, there were three cars and eight bodyguards.

It increased to an exaggerated scale of five vehicles and fifteen bodyguards.

When it comes to fear of death and caution, Abel feels that few billionaires in the United States can compare with him.

But he doesn't think this is too much, after all, no matter how rich he is.

It's useless to enjoy it without your life.

Only when you are alive can you have dps, and only when you are alive can you enjoy it.

He insisted on this from beginning to end.

More than ten minutes later, the motorcade arrived at Woolworth Building.

Abel came to Smith Capital.

On the way, he had already called David Mellon.

So when he arrived, David was already prepared.
To be continued...