In Manhattan, there is such power.

The real influence in this country can be imagined.

"Ha~ Abel, good evening."

Just when Abel decided to go in, a calm and gentle voice came from behind him.

He turned around and saw Bloomberg standing behind him with a smile.

"It's a very majestic, very classical, very beautiful building." Bloomberg pointed at the old Morgenthau house and said with a smile: "It will be a hundred years old this year. Just like the history of the Morgenthau family.

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Abel nodded to him first, and then said: "Compared to these old houses, I still like new buildings and new architectural styles~"

"Forehead"

"Okay." Bloomberg said with a smile: "Each era has its own style. Everyone has their own aesthetics. You are right to say that."

The two of them stood there for a few minutes, and then new guests arrived one after another.

Naturally, they would not stand still here, so the two of them walked in under the guidance of the servants of the Morgenso family.

Since it is a cocktail party for the Morgenthau family, of course there will be people from the Morgenthau family to greet it.

After entering the interior of the classic mansion, you are within the warm heating coverage.

Abel then saw Peggy Morgenthau standing at the door of a huge hall.

There were two middle-aged men standing in front of her, and a girl who was younger than her.

Abel, who walked over with Bloomberg, heard Bloomberg greet the two middle-aged men enthusiastically.

"Good evening, Mr. Morgenthau."

"Good evening, Mr. Bloomberg."

The four members of the Morgenthau family also smiled and greeted Bloomberg, and then shook hands with each other.

It was Abel's turn. He didn't recognize the other three and just stared at Peggy Morgenthau.

The latter couldn't stand being stared at by him, so he said:

"Father, this is Mr. Abel Smith. Obviously you should have heard of him."

Abel also smiled at the right time: "Hello, I am Abel Smith."

"Oh~ of course. Who on Wall Street doesn't know about the Wolf of Wall Street?" One of the middle-aged and elderly men immediately said with a smile:

"Hello, Mr. Smith. I am George Morgenthal, the father of Peggy Morgenthal, and Robert Morgenthal is my father."

"Hello, Mr. Morgenthau." Abel shook hands with him.

Then came another middle-aged and older white man, who also introduced himself with a smile:

"Hello, Mr. Smith. I am John Morgenthau, George is my brother and Robert is my father."

Abel also smiled and shook hands with him.

Finally, it was the turn of the girl next to Peggy Morgenthau, who looked younger.

"Anna Morgenthau." The girl smiled, "Peggy's cousin, my father just shook your hand. Hello, Mr. Smith."

Abel also shook hands with her, but he felt that Anna seemed to use a little strength.

By the time he reacted, Anna had already stopped.

Later, another guest came, and Bloomberg walked forward.

Abel knew that this was not the time to talk to Peggy Morgenthau.

He and Bloomberg walked inside together.

There are servants in this house to guide them.

Later, the Morgenthal family welcomed another wave of guests.

There was a short break.

During this brief hiatus, Peggy Morgenthau heard her cousin whisper in her ear:

"My dear cousin. That Abel Smith looks even more handsome in person than in the TV news and newspapers. Are you sure the news you were on are really just scandals?"

Peggy Morgenthau looked helplessly at her cousin, who was somewhat deviant in the family.

Fortunately, before Peggy spoke, Anna's biological father John had already scolded:

"Anna, your grandfather has already said that Paige was just cooperating with the other party in a play. Your curiosity is misplaced!"

"Oh~" Anna Morgenso pouted in displeasure, but did not dare to talk back.

George Morgenthau, who was next to him, smiled and spoke.

"Okay. There's no need to be like this. This is Anna's personality. She doesn't mean any harm, and she has the best relationship with Paige at home."

Anna nodded quickly, "Uncle is right! I just care about my cousin! You know, when Catherine and the others talked nonsense, I almost went up to beat them!"

Katherine is the granddaughter of Peggy and Anna's great-uncle and their first cousin.

Robert Morgenthau has three brothers, and the three brothers have their own descendants.

Among these descendants, Robert's two sons fared the worst.

So much so that now I come to the door to greet you.

Know your guests.

The daughters of the two brothers are the two most beautiful among the fourth generation.

Their cousins ​​whose parents had a better life would of course be jealous of them.

Just as John Morgenthau was about to speak, he scolded his biological daughter again.

But at this time, a new wave of customers came in.

John had no choice but to give Anna a threatening look, telling the latter not to get too far away.

Anna stuck out her tongue playfully at her father, leaving John Morgenthau helpless and depressed.

Finally, Peggy quietly pulled Anna, and the latter calmed down.

The other side.

Abel, who entered the Morgenthal mansion with Bloomberg.

I met Robert Morgenthau in a large reception hall with an indoor area of ​​about six to seven hundred square meters, a beautiful golden dome, and a decoration style of the Victorian era.

Robert Morgenthau, and several other old men of about the same age, were chatting and laughing with several other younger white men.

Abel noticed that in that circle.

Standing there is a figure that Bloomberg would like to replace, that is the current mayor of New York City.

"Oh oh oh~"

Abel said softly to Bloomberg: "Michael, look over there, even if you really succeed next year, in that circle, it seems that you can only stand a little outside."

Bloomberg is actually also looking at that circle. The top tycoon in New York gave a soft smile.

"If you knew the identities of those people who are chatting with Robert, you might not think that standing on the outside of that circle is a bad thing."

"Oh?" Abel's handsome eyebrows raised.

"John Chris mg, David lkfl." Bloomberg said the two names softly: "They are the core of this circle."

Abel nodded. Bloomberg's reminder made him aware of the weight level in the circle that Robert was in at this moment.

Because as far as he knows, the names of the two people Bloomberg mentioned just now are.

These are the current heads of these two families in name only.

The former is okay, he is still relatively young at this time, about forty years old.

The latter is over eighty years old, a third-generation lkfl, a real old guy born in 1915.

Abel asked Bloomberg in a low voice: "By the way, I heard from the gossip that David had four heart transplants. Is this true? Four hearts were replaced?"

Bloomberg looked speechlessly at Abel, who had a gossipy expression on his face.

He replied softly: "I can't answer this question. If you want to know the answer, I'm right there. You should go over and ask him."

"hehe."

Abel smiled back at Bloomberg's response.

The two chatted for a while, and more and more guests came.

In less than half an hour, there were probably hundreds of people packed into the large hall.

Fortunately, the ventilation is very good, and it can ensure ventilation while maintaining temperature.

This makes this huge banquet hall seem stuffy or airless.

After a while, Abel saw several familiar people here.
To be continued...