"Lalder, there is a world's richest man on Wall Street. What do you think it means to us?"

Lloyd Blankfein smiled bitterly, "It means that we were robbed of tens of billions of dollars by him."

Paulson laughed.

In fact, this is how many Wall Street executives feel after seeing Abel, the Wall Street tycoon, ascend to the throne of the world's richest man.

From the perspective of Wall Street, most of Abel's wealth was plundered from the financial battlefield.

The most active in the financial battlefield is the Wall Street Legion.

Abel earns ten dollars in the financial battlefield, at least five of which will go to Wall Street.

Wall Street will feel that Abel's wealth was stolen from them.

But fortunately, everything Abel is doing now is within the rules of Wall Street.

Even Abel himself has begun to uphold the rules of Wall Street.

Even if Abel robbed him of his money, Wall Street would at most give him a few words of persuasion and no practical actions.

If your skills are not as good as others, there is nothing you can do.

But what if Abel is not a member of Wall Street and an American?

If he had this talent and "robbed" so much money from Wall Street.

Then the conversation between Paulson and Lloyd Blankfein today would not be like this.

He would have shouted at Abel to beat him and kill him.

Then Wall Street will use any means, including physical means, to target such a guy who is outside the rules.

Simply put.

What if there was a "talented" guy like Abel in China or Maozi?

Unless this person does not go abroad, something will happen if he does.

Even in his own country, something might happen.

Like a car accident or something

It was precisely because Abel understood this that he became less resistant to integrating into Wall Street and became particularly proactive.

A conversation between two Goldman Sachs executives.

There were many similar conversations happening on Wall Street at this time.

Wall Street actually doesn't value the so-called richest man in the world.

Because these people on Wall Street know who the real richest man in the world is.

In their eyes, the world's richest man according to Forbes is just a relatively wealthy guy.

That is to say, Abel was born on Wall Street, and most of his net worth was "robbed" from them.

Wall Street is talking about him so much.

If it were other non-Wall Street people who got the world's richest man, they wouldn't bother to discuss it.

Ikana and the others reacted greatly, George Shrub's reaction was also not small, and Wall Street also reacted.

The repercussions of Abe Smith becoming the richest man in the world are yet to come in the United States.

Let's turn our attention back to London.

Among the women related to Abel, it was Laura Shrub, who now had the highest status in his mind, who was the last to know the news.

The reason is because little Laura didn't get up until almost noon.

She went to bed very early last night and felt very comfortable being simply held by Abel to sleep.

When I got up to change the paper in the middle of the night, I looked at Abel's pitiful appearance.

She had no choice but to push Abel to the next room.

But it was already past four in the morning.

She didn't go to bed until about four o'clock or five o'clock. Little Laura was at the end of her pubertal development. There was no one to disturb her and she didn't have to go to school, so she naturally slept soundly.

When I woke up, I had just had lunch.

She just learned the news.

At this time, Abel was still in the City of London and had not returned. He had been answering the phone all morning, and he didn't know how many people had called him with busy signals.

Villa One, Kensington Palace Gardens.

In the spacious and bright living room outside the master bedroom.

After hearing the news, little Laura couldn't help but smile.

Next to him, Marcus, the leader of the U.S. Secret Service team who delivered the news, held up a thick copy of the Forbes rankings and said:

"Miss Bush. Mr. Smith is incredible. He is only twenty-one years old. When I was twenty-one, I was still playing in the mud in the army."

Little Laura smiled lightly: "Everyone has his or her own talents. Marcus, your talents are not here. But in terms of being a protector, Abel is not as good as you."

Marcus knew she was trying to comfort him, but he still felt very useful.

The team leader of the Secret Service felt that this little Miss Shrub was more than a hundred times better than Jeb Shrub's daughter.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the world's richest man chose her as his future wife.

Marcus thought with a simple smile, "Maybe. But I think Mr. Smith is too powerful."

Little Laura smiled again and said: "In that case, you can follow Abel from now on. How about after you retire from the Secret Service?"

"No problem!" Marcus agreed quickly, not caring that there were two colleagues next to him.

One of those two colleagues was Catherine.

Hannah Katherine looked at Marcus's ruthless appearance, and he didn't look like an elite Secret Service agent at all.

Catherine felt very unhappy and thought about reporting Marcus to her superiors when she went back.

But in Hannah Catherine's mind, she thought that the young rich man who once stared at her lustfully was now the richest man in the world.

Catherine also felt a little incredible.

If at that time he

Catherine began to think wildly.

city ​​of london,

On the 15th floor of Furui Building, in the chairman's office.

When little Laura first woke up, she received a morning phone call and had to hand over mobile phone numbers 1 and 2 to David and Jed to ask them to help with the call.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Abel met the elite lawyers from Clifford Chance Law Firm who came to his door.

The people who came were still Timmy Owen and Amo Alamuddin, but there were two more assistants or followers.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Smith." The barrister smiled more and more friendly.

The well-informed lawyer naturally already knew that the man in front of him was now the richest man in the world.

After learning about this incident, the senior executives of Clifford Chance Law Firm immediately asked Timmy Owen to kill him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Owen." Abel asked curiously, "Is something okay?"

"Ahem~ That's it." Timmy Owen coughed, "Mr. Smith, you told us what you told us last night. We have sorted out some clues."

"So fast?" Abel couldn't help being surprised.

Last night, he gave Clifford Chance a piece of business.

That is to find enough material to sue BMW and Volkswagen.

Although in this process, Clifford Chance was able to get help from the British Vickers Group and Rolls-Royce Motor Cars itself.

But this was too fast. I had to explain this matter at nine o'clock last night.

It's noon now. It's just before 12 noon.

That is up to thirteen or four hours.

Has Clifford Chance already prepared the materials for prosecution?

Timmy Owen smiled reservedly, "Yes. The things we have now allow prosecutors to initiate prosecutions. BMW and Volkswagen must respond."

After confirming this, even Abel couldn't help but admire him a little.

Abel wanted to say, 'This is so professional!'

Little did he know that Clifford Chance could produce something that took a week to prepare so quickly.

It's because Clifford Chance attaches too much importance to Abel, a big client.

Last night, Timmy Owen left early to go back to the company for a meeting to prepare documents.

Last night, dozens of elite ordinary lawyers at Clifford Chance were all called over to work overtime.
To be continued...