High-rise buildings line the fascinating scenery of the East Coast. Whether it's Halloween or Christmas, whether it's sunny or snowy, the air here is always so cold. The modern girl wearing glamorous fashion is sitting in the luxury car with lipstick makeup, and the eyes of the elite white-collar workers who are rushing through the briefcase are always on the watch with gold rims. This scene is two hundred kilometers away. Wall Street is no different.
Although they are gears on a huge machine, people living and working here live a life that the civilians of this country cannot imagine.
Of course, it’s not the luxury of them, but the flow of money that passes through it every day, converted into dollar bills, enough to spread every tile in every building in 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 you can't always see the words of the city from film and television works, books and magazines, I am afraid that even the Americans will forget that this is the birthplace of American capitalism.
Of course, these are all adult memories.
The partners who had conspired to commit tea incidents in the past, and only one of them is still strong here. Located in the most secluded corner of this financial street, a series of simple English letters are hung in the most conspicuous position of the building, for every white-collar person who is based on this ambition to look and see.
Boston First National Bank, the heart of the Boston Consortium. Founded in 1859, the bank was merged with the Bank of Massachusetts in 1903 and is still known as Boston's First National Bank. As the earliest multinational bank in the United States, its history of growth, to a certain extent, also reflects the history of the rise of American capitalism.
At the highest level of the skyscraper, in the office of the chairman, the old man with glasses stretched out the old, dry fingers and picked up the newspapers on the table.
The newspaper, which is pinched in the hands of Rocky, has the words "Boston Financial Daily" on the cover, and below the headline is today's headline "The Origin No. arrives in the Kuiper Belt, about our future."
"About our future," stayed in the first line of the article for a long time, and Rocky suddenly raised his head and looked at Bernie Adams, sitting on the sofa opposite the desk, smiling slightly, "My dear. Friends, what do you think?"
"My opinion is actually the same as yours, otherwise our voting will not be so consistent in the consortium meeting." Mr. Adams smiled faintly and took the teacup and sighed. "Where did you get this tea?" ”
“The farm I 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 send you some.” Lodge said with a smile.
"No, the seed will give me a little."
“The key to planting good tea is not only the seeds of tea, but also the techniques of cultivating tea, climate, and even soil,” said Rocky, laughing. “I have done this experiment a long time ago, the same batch of seeds, Part of the farm in Ceylon, part of which is planted in the back garden of my villa in Lexington, the final tea, whether it is aroma or taste, is a different day."
Compared with mainstream hobbies in the upper class such as wine, equestrian or golf, Rocky prefers to study tea and gardening, which is the point that Adams can't stand this friend and partner. I saw him make a helpless expression and put down the teacup in his hand.
"Well, the tea is put aside, you know that I am not here for this."
"I am as anxious as you are, but now we can only wait patiently. At this juncture, any extra moves may become a superfluous addition. We have already provided the best choices to the American people. Now we can All they do is wait for them to vote for the right one."
Said, Rocky turned the newspaper in his hand to the next page.
That report on the origin number and the future of the space industry.
In this report, he watched it for half an hour, not because of the depth of the article written by the author, but because he was thinking about it recently.
In the investment projects in the space field, the obstacles set by the Stars and Rings trade to European and American investors are endless, and the policy of the investment banks of the Earth Defense Alliance members is relaxed to the point of making people's eyes. Although European and American investors have won a lot of benefits for themselves through wto, compared with the years when the space elevator was just built, their market share in the field of space resource development has gradually begun to be gradually adopted by new and new countries. Replaced by allies.
The Boston consortium has been standing on the side of supporting the United States to join the Earth Defense Alliance because they have far more bets in space than Rockefeller and Morgan have succeeded in controlling Wall Street. On the contrary, the Boston consortium's investment in the military industry, as early as the end of the Kennedy era, has gradually been replaced by other consortia.
Rockefeller and Morgan need to maintain a tight and unimportant political environment around the world, and the Boston consortium is just the opposite. The United States wants to maintain a friendly relationship with the new country in the space field. Since the end of the "heritage" of the Jewish consortium, the inside of the wasp consortium has fallen apart, and the originally united Ingru-Saxon consortium has long divided its interests.
"If I can, I really want to catch their ride." Sighed, and Rocky shook his head.
Just then, the phone on the desk rang.
Put down the newspaper in his hand, and Rocky reached out and picked up the phone.
For a moment, his face suddenly changed.
The phone was changed and the hand was held. After the Luoqi indulged for a while, he sighed.
"...I know, you contacted me with Mr. Van Buren, let him push all the arrangements in the afternoon and go to the old place to wait for me. Also, go to the Washington Post headquarters and talk to him about it. About that report."
"What happened?" He noticed the expression on his friend's face, and Adams frowned slightly.
"It’s a little trouble," said Rocky, pushing the chair and standing up. "I am going to see Washington."
"Now?" Adams said differently.
"Well, just now."
......
"This is a shameful cheating!"
Angrily slammed the newspaper on the desk, and Trang yelled at the scorpion. "I want to use the astronauts in the district to buy the position of the president? There are no doors!"
"We can make a fuss about this." Standing behind the sofa sitting on Trang, a middle-aged man bowed his head and meditated. "For example, the new country interferes with the US election and secretly supports John Kennedy."
Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and the campaign team’s assistant rushed in, holding a newly published Washington Post.
"The situation has turned around!"
“What happened?” Trang scored frowning. “Did I not say it, don’t let me see these broken things, a group of incompetent things are nothing to look at! I don’t want to know how they marry me”
"No! The Washington Post is not black, but instead... you can see it yourself!"
Said, the assistant handed the newspaper to the hands of Trang.
The letter took the paper in disbelief, and Trang’s line of sight looked at the page being flipped.
At the moment of seeing this report, he stopped.
There are only two thoughts in his mind at the moment.
"Washington Post" is this to help him speak?
The sun is coming out to the west?