Departure from Goldman Sachs.

It was nearly dusk.

As one of the most well-known investment banks, Goldman Sachs is still very reliable most of the time, except that it does not guarantee 100% of the money for its clients.

Now Abel doesn't need their guarantees.

He can make money on his own.

So, Goldman is his best choice at the moment.

Standing in the middle of Wall Street and Times Square, he suddenly felt like he didn't know where to go.

At this time, it is the beginning of dusk.

Night has just fallen.

Apple City is lit up at night, and although it doesn't have the feeling of the fields of Los Angeles, the lights on the Upper East Side still proclaim the city's prosperity.

It's home to the world's most powerful financial industry, and it's home to countless rich millionaires every year, and it's Manhattan. Every year, countless people flock here in search of their American dream. , the United States, the world, they are eager to get rich overnight, to become those who can do whatever they want when they have money, and to experience the simple and boring life of rich people.

This is New York.

New York in full bloom.

It's also the time of day when New York looks busiest and most congested.

New York was full of people at this time.

Many white-collar workers and other workers who come to Manhattan from Queens and Brooklyn and even Roosevelt Island to work, but cannot afford to live here.

At this time, they all hurried back to their humble dwellings, and then the next morning they continued to work from so far away by various means of transportation or by their own cars.

Only the real rich.

At the very least, it is also the top presence in the middle class.

to be able to own a home of your own on this land of only 59.5 square kilometers.

Others live on the island.

At most, it's just passers-by.

But these are inconsequential things, and now Abel has two options in front of him:

First, during the rush hour in Manhattan, with those workers who leave Manhattan Island, and those tourists who want to come in and experience the night of Manhattan, they will get stuck in traffic on the crowded and narrow roads of Manhattan for two or three hours, and they will always reach their destination.

After all, Manhattan is so small.

Second, find a random place where you can park and walk away. After all, it's not that far from Times Square, the center of the world.

Abel didn't have much chance to drive, and he didn't want to be a denominator in this crowded traffic.

He simply left his rented Lincoln City in his original parking lot, even though he probably knew that the parking fee would be high tomorrow. But now he can't drive it at all, it's high, it's high, it's not that he can't afford to pay.

Abel chose to walk.

By the way, take a look at Manhattan, the center of the world in the mouth of the European and American world.

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It's about a few hundred feet away from Abel, who chose to walk on Manhattan Island, but it may actually be just a building away.

Fred Lampett sat in his Rolls-Royce phantom, listening to his secretary's nervous debriefing.

"Mr. Lampett...... "The secretary anxiously reported to his boss a message that might make him angry, "I got the news you wanted from a friend of mine who works at Forbes......

Say. Lampt is 44 years old, a man in his prime, but at this moment, his face is full of exhaustion that is absolutely invisible from the outside, and he is concise and to the point.

"The editor-in-chief of Forbes, and several editors. Do start skeptical of the data you provide. They're now asking the IRS to see your true financial situation. The secretary said cautiously.

"They don't have that power!"

"The IRS doesn't have that power! They can't invade my privacy!"

Lampt suddenly roared and shouted at the secretary, "They will not allow violations! If they dare to do that, then I will sue them!"

The secretary smiled bitterly.

He knew he was talking about it.

The boss must be furious like this.

Although he has only been with his boss for half a year, he knows his boss's character too well.

This is a typical super-rich second generation who does not learn and has some impatience, but has a very short temper, arrogance, and a very high-profile style, and has a good father.

We're all human.

But it's not fate!

I sighed in my heart.

But the secretary didn't dare to show it at all, just lowered his head and let his boss roar.

After a long while.

Lampt, who was extremely angry, calmed down a little, he touched his hair irritably, a blonde hair was open like a lion's sideburns when he was angry just now, and with that face that was not smiling, it looked a little more majestic, and it still looked a certain lethality.

"Hoo ......"

Lampt gasped softly.

He was about to say something.

Suddenly.

The window pane of the Rolls-Royce Phantom was knocked, and he turned his head to see his wife and his daughter looking at him outside.

As soon as he saw his two sweethearts, one big and one small, Lampett's mood finally improved a little. He said to the secretary, "Williams, don't work in front of Madame and Mademoiselle. You get off work. ”

"Okay. ”

After the secretary left.

Lampett, who was still irritable just now, immediately changed to a smiling expression, got out of the car and grabbed his wife's hand, hugged his daughter who jumped up happily, and laughed: "Oh! My sweetheart, and my little candy." How's it going?

"Daddy!" his lovely and beautiful daughter, Kawai Lampter, who happens to be 9 years old this year, answered her father's question with a smile, "It's okay." The teacher praised me for learning quickly, but Dad. I don't want to learn piano, I want to go to the company with you and watch you have a meeting!"

"Haha!"

Lampert smiled.

He shook his head slightly: "If only your brother were like you." It's a pity that that guy doesn't look like me in terms of lust, and the teenage stinky boy thinks about picking up girls all day long!"

"Dad, my brother doesn't like it, I like it. Can you take me to a meeting?!"

"Haha. I'll talk about it later when I have a chance. Let's go, my kawaii, let's go home. Go back, my dear. ”

The family got into a Rolls-Royce Phantom and headed home, miles away.

Although troubled with troubles.

But looking at the high-rise buildings around him, Lampt couldn't help but think in his heart of buying a building in New York.

If I bought the mansion.

It's called the Lampt Building!

Fred Lampert thought so.

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