Chapter 1,431 A Little Trouble

There are many high-rise buildings, reflecting the charming scenery of the east coast. Whether it's Halloween or Christmas, whether it's sunny or snowing, the air here is always so cold. A modern girl in a glamorous fashion is sitting in a luxury car applying lipstick and makeup. The eyes of the elite white-collar workers passing by with briefcases will always stay on their gold-rimmed watches. This scene is different from that two hundred kilometers away. Wall Street is no different.

Although they are all cogs in a huge machine, the people who live and work here live a life that the civilians of this country cannot even imagine.

Of course, the reason for all this is not the luxury goods they possess, but the flow of funds passing through here every day, which can be converted into US dollars to cover every tile in every building on the entire street.

Unlike the world-famous Wall Street, Boston Financial Street can be said to be quite low-key, just like the city of Boston. If we didn’t always see bits and pieces of this city in movies, TV shows, books and newspapers, I’m afraid even Americans themselves would forget that this is the birthplace of American capitalism.

Of course, these are all grown-up memories.

Of the partners who plotted the tea party back then, only one is still here. Located in the most secluded corner of this financial street, a simple line of English letters is hung in the most conspicuous position of the building for every white-collar worker who aspires to stand here to look at and admire it.

First National Bank of Boston, the heart of the Boston Conglomerate. This bank was founded in 1859. After merging with the Bank of Massachusetts in 1903, it was still called the First National Bank of Boston. As the earliest multinational bank in the United States, its growth history also reflects, to some extent, the history of the rise of American capitalism.

On the highest floor of the skyscraper, in the chairman's office, an old man with glasses stretched out his old and withered fingers and picked up the newspaper on the table.

The newspaper held in Rocky's hand had words such as "Boston Financial Daily" written on the cover, and below the main title was today's headline - "Origin Arrives in the Kuiper Belt, About Our Future."

"About our future." After staying on the first line of the article for a long time, Rocky suddenly raised his head, looked at Bernie Adams who was sitting on the sofa opposite the desk, and smiled slightly, "My dear My friend, what do you think?"

"My views are actually the same as yours, otherwise our votes at the consortium meeting would not be so unanimous." Mr. Adams smiled faintly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "Where did you get this tea? "

"The farm I newly bought in Ceylon is said to be a gift from the East India Company to Her Majesty the Queen in the early 19th century. If you like, I can give you some." Rocky said with a smile.

"No, just give me some seeds."

"The key to growing good tea is not only the seeds of the tea leaves, but also the methods of cultivating the tea leaves, the climate, and even the soil," Rocky said with a smile, "I did this experiment a long time ago, with the same batch of seeds. Part of it was planted on a farm in Ceylon, and part of it was planted in the back garden of my villa in Lexington, and the resulting tea was completely different in terms of aroma and taste.”

Compared to mainstream hobbies in upper class society such as wine, equestrianism or golf, Lodge preferred to delve into tea and gardening. This is what Adams disliked most about his friend and partner. He made a helpless expression, put down the teacup in his hand and said.

"Okay, let's put the tea aside first. You know I'm not here for this."

"I'm as anxious as you are, but all we can do now is wait patiently. At this juncture, any unnecessary measures may become superfluous. We have provided the best choice to the American people, and now we can All we have to do is wait for them to cast the right vote."

With that said, Rocky turned the newspaper in his hand to the next page.

That story about Origin and the future of the space industry.

He read this report for almost half an hour, not because of how profound the author's article was, but because he had been thinking about it recently.

In terms of investment projects in the space field, Starlink Trade has set up endless obstacles for European and American investors, but the policies for investment banks in the Earth Defense Alliance member states have been relaxed to an enviable level. Although European and American investors have obtained a lot of benefits for themselves through the WTO, compared with the years when the space elevator was first built, their market share in the field of space resource development has begun to be gradually lost to those of new countries and new countries. replaced by allies.

The Boston consortium has always stood in support of the United States joining the Earth Defense Alliance, because their bets in the space field far exceed those of Rockefeller and Morgan, the two consortiums that have successfully dominated Wall Street. On the contrary, the Boston consortium's proportion of investment in the military industry has been gradually replaced by other consortiums as early as the end of the Kennedy era.

Rockefeller and Morgan need to maintain a tense and non-dangerous political environment around the world, while the Boston Group is just the opposite. If the United States wants to move forward in the space field, it must maintain friendly relations with new countries. Since the division of the "legacy" of the Jewish consortium ended, the WASP consortium has fallen apart. The originally united Anglo-Saxon consortium alliance has long since parted ways for their own interests.

"If possible, I really want to take a ride on them." Rocky sighed and shook his head.

Just then, the phone on the desk rang.

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Rocky reached for the phone.

In an instant, his expression suddenly changed.

Rocky changed his hand to hold the phone, and after pondering for a moment, he said in a deep voice.

"...I understand. You contact Congressman Van Buren for me and ask him to cancel all his arrangements for the afternoon and wait for me at his old place. Also, you go to the Washington Post headquarters in person and talk to him about the About that report.”

"What happened?" Noticing the expression on his friend's face, Adams frowned slightly.

"There's a little trouble," Rocky said, pushing away his chair and standing up. "I have to go to Washington."

"Now?" Adams asked in surprise.

"Well, right now."

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"This is shameful cheating!"

Angrily throwing the newspaper on his desk, Trump shouted at the top of his lungs, "You want to buy the position of president with just a few astronauts? There's no way!"

"We can make a fuss about this matter." Standing behind the sofa where Trump was sitting, a middle-aged man lowered his head and mused, "For example, hyping up New Zealand's interference in the US election and secretly supporting John F. Kennedy's election..."

At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and an assistant from the campaign team ran in excitedly, holding a copy of the newly published "Washington Post" in his hand.

"Things have taken a turn for the better!"

"What happened?" Trump frowned, "Didn't I tell you, don't let me see these rags, there is nothing interesting written by a group of impotent people! I don't want to know how they are jealous of me - —”

"No! The Washington Post did not criticize you, but...you should read it yourself!"

With that said, the assistant handed the newspaper into Trump's hands.

Taking the newspaper doubtfully, Trump looked at the page he was reading.

The moment he saw this report, he was stunned.

At this moment, there were only two thoughts in his mind.

Is the Washington Post speaking for him?

The sun comes out in the west?