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Chapter 167: Suffocate for the American Dream!(2/3)

Or when it's profitable.

These protectors can also turn against them overnight.

On Wall Street, this doesn't matter.

"Okay."

David on the high platform was very satisfied with everyone's reaction below.

He took the microphone and shouted:

"Next, I would like to invite the chairman of Smith Capital. Please give me the warmest applause. I would like to invite our Mr. Abel Smith!!"

When he was halfway through speaking, the applause had already drowned out his words.

When the spotlight came down, Abel walked up to the high platform step by step with a smile on his face.

David Mellon, like a courtier greeting a monarch, took a few steps back, bent slightly and handed over the microphone with a smile.

Abel took the microphone from David, smiled and patted his shoulder gently.

At this time, the latter was still as excited as ever.

Then he walked to where David Mellon was standing just now, and the spotlight shining on him made him look like a Hollywood actor on the Oscar podium.

Mainly because of his appearance, in this cocktail party where capital giants gather.

It's really a bit out of line.

He is 1.92 meters tall and has the face of a handsome Hollywood actor.

He also looks strong and has a good figure.

Many guests are thinking: With Smith's looks, even if he doesn't have this kind of talent, he can probably make a living in Hollywood.

"Hello everyone."

"I'm Abe Smith."

As Abel's voice came out from the loudspeaker, the applause gradually died down.

Everyone wants to hear the speech of this core and soul figure of Smith Capital.

"First of all, the data that everyone is most concerned about. David has just mentioned it all."

"I won't elaborate on this aspect any more."

He faced the gazes of more than two hundred distinguished guests.

His posture is neither humble nor arrogant, neither domineering nor overly modest.

He looked at the dozen giant crocodiles standing at the front and said with a smile:

"In the beginning, when I came to New York from Tarrant County, Texas, I only had fifty dollars with me."

Hearing his "fifty" dollar joke, many insiders curled their lips.

But he is indeed too good now.

Even though he knew that his "fifty dollars" was a joke and a lie.

The insiders may not express their contempt in their hearts, but they praise it with their mouths.

"When I first came to New York, I wanted to be a taxi driver because I had a driver's license. I wanted to be a waiter because I found it challenging. I wanted to be a librarian because I loved reading. I

I also want to go to Central Park and make a living painting as a street artist."

Abel constructed a character for himself based on the Smith storm period.

There are also lines designed by think tanks for themselves.

He was quite shameless in front of two hundred guests and reporters hidden among the waiters.

Use the fictional image of Abel Smith to explain the "American Dream" and "New York Dream" to everyone.

Because he just wanted to spread the general content of his speech and cocktail party tonight.

Only in this way can we bring him as much benefit as possible.

In order to maximize profits, what’s the point of bragging?

"But one day, when I was walking through Wall Street, I saw the cow on Wall Street. I thought it was very kind, just like the cows I raised at home."

"Yes, I raise cows at home. I can also milk the cows. I was the third runner-up in the junior category of the 137th Tarrant Milking Competition!"

"When I saw that kind bull, there was a voice in my heart that told me: Stay, this is your destination!"

"I chose to follow my inner voice. I walked in with only fifty dollars I had."

"Wall Street also responded generously to me. One week later, I already had one hundred thousand dollars!"

"This is Wall Street, this is New York, this is America. A country filled with freedom, filled with miracles, and where people can achieve their dreams!!"

In the audience, Ted Lena couldn't help but said to his daughter: "I think this kid might do well if he runs for election. He's so good at bragging!"

Fifty dollars turns into $100,000 in one week on Wall Street?!

Who are you lying to?

Only Las Vegas has that one in 10,000 chance.

Wall Street, $50?

Those investment managers will just kick you out!

Ikana finally couldn't help but roll her eyes at her father.

, while looking at Abel excitedly, he retorted:

"Don't talk nonsense, dad. I think that's the kind of person he is. There's nothing wrong with him. He is the representative of the American dream!"

Ikana's reason actually told her that Abel was just giving a speech.

But in her eyes, Abel had a halo bonus.

In addition, if those numbers were converted into cash, the entire hall could be filled.

Under the double buff, whatever Abel said now, Ikana thought it was true.

This is probably because beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

After all, she was the one who received the most serial PUAs from Abel.

It feels a bit like Stockholm.

Ted Lerner curled his lips again, and Abel's speech on the stage continued.

".After I made my first five billion dollars."

"I feel that the American dream cannot be allowed to appear only to me."

"I want to bring the American dream to everyone, and I want to bring everyone's American dream into reality!"

"I want to share my success with all Americans!"

"Smith Capital will be open to the public, and my talents will be open to the public."

"I want to bring my abilities to the whole United States!"

"I am willing to be an investment manager for all Americans, so that Americans' wages can continue to increase. Let everyone have more money, so that everyone can live in a good house and drive a good car!"

"Tonight is the beginning!"

"From now on."

"Let's suffocate for our American dream together!!"

At the end of the speech, he raised his right hand high, showing excitement.

The guests in the audience, regardless of whether it was true or false, quickly joined in the applause.

The applause filled the sky.

The reporter mingling among the waiters was now openly filming with a camera.

There were no bodyguards or security guards to stop it, and the reporters were all in high spirits.

This Madfak will definitely be big news tomorrow!

Abe Smith made such big news again just when the Smith storm began to subside.

The happiest people are reporters like them.

In fact, Abel's speech had lines designed by a think tank.

The target is these reporters and the large number of American readers behind these reporters!

Otherwise, I really don’t think the rock security work is as strong as it is.

There were more than 40 waiters and seven or eight reporters sneaking in.

Some even brought cameras in.

Is it really impossible for Rock Security to detect it?
To be continued...
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