Probably around seven o'clock in the evening.

One of the initiators of today's charity banquet.

The main leader is John J. Bolang, general manager of the New York Branch of Texas Commerce Bank.

He finally came out from the backstage with his wife and came to the table with Abel and others.

His arrival announced the beginning of this charity banquet.

But before that, John J. Brown first wanted to greet the bosses and CEOs of several major media outlets and discuss the evening's situation.

John J. Brown smiled and chatted with Murdoch and others.

He sat down next to Abel, sitting directly next to Abel in the vacant seat.

"Good evening, Mr. Smith." John J. Brown said with a smile.

Abel also smiled back: "Good evening, Mr. Brown."

He always had the feeling that John J. Brown was coming for him.

"You can call me John, just like I want to call you Abel directly." John J. Brown added.

Abel shrugged, "Why not? John, we can do that."

"Haha~" John J. Brown smiled softly.

The interaction between the two attracted the attention of the guests at this table.

Next to Ikana is Amanda Hurst, whose beautiful eyes have lingered on Abel many times.

This made Ikana a little nervous.

"Ha~ Abel, maybe you have some doubts. You wonder why I invited you." John J. Brown said.

Abel nodded, he was indeed a little confused.

But what is puzzling is not why John J. Brown invited himself.

But I wonder why John J. Brown put himself in this position.

If what Ikana said about the stadium culture is true.

Then this position can really be said to be the C position tonight.

On this table, except for him and Ikana, Amanda Hurst was next to Ikana.

The other guests are all older, or simply elderly.

Really eye-catching.

"because."

John J. Brown smiled implicitly, and then said softly in a voice that only Abel could hear:

"Because you're a Texan, because I'm a Texan."

Hearing this, Abel couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He looked at John J. Brown, his eyes seemed to say——

【Are you fxxk kidding me?】

There were nearly two hundred guests present.

Texans dare not say more, but there must be a dozen or so.

So why don't other Texans sit here?

John J. Brown also knew his doubts.

The guy laughed again, and then said: "Well, old Alex and I are friends."

This time John J. Brown's voice was more normal and could be heard by other guests at the table.

"Alex." Abel read softly. This was the name of Abel's grandfather, Alex Smith.

Alexander Smith is fifty-two, and Emily seems to be fifty.

Alex Smith, Alexander’s father and Abel’s grandfather, seems to be in his seventies, Abel remembers.

Most of the time, Alex and his wife have lived in Houston or Dallas.

I rarely go back to Smith Farm.

Most of them are Alexander's family, who go to those two cities to meet the two old people on Christmas and Christmas Eve, or other important holidays.

Alex was once one of the celebrities in Tarrant County and served as a director of the NRA Association.

The old man used to be a shareholder of the Houston Rockets and Texas Rangers, but now the shares have been handed over to his son.

Abel looked at John J. Brown. This guy looked about fifty years old.

Being a Texan again, it makes sense to know Alex Smith.

Just because I know my grandfather, I put myself in this seat.

Abel didn't believe it.

"Okay." Looking at Abel's expression, John J. Brown lowered his voice again.

Or was it a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"So. As a Texan, he is still the Wolf of Wall Street who is attracting much attention on Wall Street."

"You must have heard of First National Bank of Dallas, First City National Bank of Houston, Republic National Bank of Dallas and Texas Commerce Bank. Have you heard of the names of these banks?"

"If you haven't heard of these, then you may have heard of names like Tannico, Lin-Temco-Watt, Hughes Aircraft, and Texas Instruments?"

When John J. Brown finished speaking these words, he even just mentioned the names of those banks.

Abel already understood the meaning of John J. Brown and the identity of John J. Brown.

I really came here just for myself!!

Because of these companies and banks, they symbolize a huge power in the United States.

This huge force is known to the outside world as the Texas Consortium.

This is as famous as Rockefeller, MG, First Citigroup, Chicago, California and other consortiums, and is the largest force in Texas.

At the same time, it is also one of the most powerful components in the military-industrial complex in the United States.

"I've heard of it." Abel responded calmly and calmly: "So, John, what do you mean?"

"Hahaha~" John J. Brown laughed loudly.

This time John J. Brown's voice became louder again.

The kind that everyone at this table can hear.

"It should be said that it was our intention, not mine.

Abel, you are a fine Texan and a fine young man."

"Your achievements on Wall Street astonished us."

"Everyone likes you very much. No, it should be said that they like you very, very much."

"Now, do you understand what I mean, or what we mean?"

Faced with John J. Brown's unabashed, hearty laughter and words.

Several media tycoons present were quick-thinking.

Already passed by John J. Brown's Fragments of Words and Identity.

Some people have vaguely guessed the reason why John J. Brown let Abel sit in the C position tonight.

And Abel himself also guessed the reason.

He guessed that John J. Brown represented or symbolized a certain force behind him.

Texas Consortium.

Compared with other consortiums, the Texas Consortium is the one with relatively weak bank capital and the worst financial strength among the top ten consortiums in the United States.

Although it has 4 banks and 3 insurance companies, it has not formed a strong financial core.

At this point, it's not as good as others of its kind.

But at the same time, because of its roots in Texas and the American South.

This consortium also owns powerful industrial, industrial and energy capital, and also controls part of the military-industrial complex.

Earlier.

Abel had thought about it since he was from Texas.

In fact, you can go lick this consortium.

If you can hug this thick leg, I dare not say anything else, but it will definitely be much safer personally.

But his abilities are basically in finance.

Texas and the American South are very weak in this area.

There are no conditions for him to perform, only Wall Street is his stage.

So he came to Wall Street.

Later, when he became stronger, he couldn't lower his face to lick it again.
To be continued...