Manhattan, New York.

Robert Morgenthau's office.

Robert flipped through this issue of The New York Observer and took a closer look at its front-page headlines.

Robert first looked at the author of this front-page headline and found that it was Malcolm Gladwell.

This author, Robert knows, is a young copywriter.

He is currently a columnist for The New Yorker and a contributing writer for The New York Times and The Washington Post.

This is a sharp style of writing and humorous language, although most of the works are not fictional, and they do not revolve around a character or a story.

But the storyline is generally more tortuous, and reading his articles has a very ups and downs charm.

in this report.

In Malcolm Gladwell's portrayal, Abel Smith became a college graduate in Texas.

Because the concept is different from his father, in the case of his father's support.

Running away from home and running to New York, the largest city in the United States, is a contemporary young man who struggles for himself.

The article also said that when Abel Smith first arrived in New York, he had only seventy dollars on him.

Seeing this, Robert couldn't help but scold - "FXXYOU! This is nonsense. ”

As far as Robert knew, the young man named Abel Smith.

On the third day of coming to New York, I started trading in the foreign exchange market.

And the first transaction, the amount was as high as 70,000 US dollars.

Now he said he had only seventy dollars with him when he came.

Where did the next $70,000 come from?

Bank robbery?

Robert wondered how Malcolm Gladwell would continue to make up the list later.

Robert kept looking.

In the article, this young British-Canadian-American writer.

With a kind of legendary, very ups and downs of the plot, it describes the experience of Abel Smith making money in the first three months on Wall Street.

[On this day, Smith was having breakfast. Suddenly, a newspaper fell to his feet. He picked it up and looked at it, and the newspaper said that the yen would fall today. 】

[Then he took this newspaper, went to the exchange, bought it, and the yen fell.] 】

[That evening, he earned $90,000.] 】

"That's!"

Robert Morgenthau commented.

But Robert knows that this kind of flat and straightforward narrative can easily attract readers.

Robert criticized and read carefully.

It took him half an hour to read the article, which was at least 3,000 words long.

After reading it, Robert frowned.

He put the newspaper down, and his other hand subconsciously picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

only to find that the coffee in the coffee cup was empty, and he had already drunk it just now.

This means that Robert just watched with great interest.

Putting the empty coffee cup down, Robert stood up and walked around his office.

He then returned to his place, picked up the landline phone, and pressed "1".

The phone rang, "Hello, Mr. Morgenthau. ”

"Tyrande, help me call Arthur Carter."

Robert instructed his secretary.

"Okay. Is it Mr. Arthur Carter from The New York Observer? The secretary confirmed.

"That's right."

"Okay, that's there for you."

The phone was hung up and beeped.

Soon, a voice rang out.

“ Hello？”

"Hello Arthur, I'm Robert Morgenthau."

Hearing Robert's self-introduction, the other party was silent for a moment.

"Hello, Mr. Morgenthau. Do you have anything to do with me? ”

"I'm sorry, Arthur. I would like to ask, what does the headline on the front page of today's issue of The New York Observer mean? ”

"Amount"

Arthur Carter, who was on the other side of the phone, said, "Mr. Morgenthau, I'm sorry.

Since six o'clock last night, The New York Observer has not belonged to me, and I sold it. ”

"Oh?" Robert was surprised.

Arthur Carter had been seeking to sell the New York Observer, and Robert knew about it.

Although the New York Observer has a certain influence among the elite of New York.

But its sales volume is only about 4-60,000 copies per issue, and if the sales volume does not go up, it will not be profitable.

As far as Robert knew, the newspaper seemed to be losing money all the time.

Arthur Carter has wanted to sell since a few years ago.

It's just that some people are willing to do a money-making business without a head, and no one is willing to do a money-losing business with two heads.

The New York Observer doesn't make money, and there are naturally very few people who want to take over.

Arthur has never been able to sell, but he didn't expect to sell now.

"Can you tell me who the buyer is?" Robert asked softly.

"Oh, that's no secret." Arthur Carter said:

Abel Smith, the young wolf of Wall Street, is a new generation of financial tycoons.

Well, it seems that you are very "familiar" with him. ”

"Ha~"

Robert's face sank, and he whispered, "Thank you, Arthur."

But I don't know this young man well, thank you for the news.

I still have some things on my side, how about we go play together next time? ”

"Okay. I'll make an appointment next time. ”

"Hmm."

Robert Morgenthau hung up.

He rubbed the microphone and wondered why the young man had suddenly bought a newspaper.

And in such a hurry, he began to boast about himself the next day.

This should have something to do with yesterday's incident.

Robert, who has been in Manhattan politics and law for many years, is acutely aware of this.

After thinking about it, he pressed the "1" on the phone again.

"Hello, Mr. Morgenthau."

"Tyrande, help me get Peggy and Cyrus in."

"Okay."

A few minutes later, the Manhattan District Attorney's Office, the head and deputy head of the Financial Crimes Investigation Team, Cyrus and Peggy, walked in.

When the two entered, Robert motioned for them to sit down.

Then Robert spoke: "Cyrus, how was that yesterday?" ”

Cyrus immediately replied, "It's already been checked."

Sophia Kender and Jess Bledsos, one is suspected of violating 3 financial laws and the other is suspected of violating 7 counts. The information and evidence are ready and ready to be prosecuted. ”

Robert waved his hand and continued to ask, "What about Smith Capital?" ”

Cyrus couldn't help but look at Peggy, who shrugged at him and motioned for you to answer.

Cyrus thought to himself, this is your grandfather, who hurts you as much as a baby.

But he knew, in fact, after the last time.

Peggy Morgenthau disagrees with continuing the investigation into Smith Capital.

It was Cyrus himself who insisted, and Robert suddenly supported him later.

Yesterday's incident just happened.

Therefore, Cyrus had to continue to speak: "Smith Capital, we don't have evidence of their violation of the law for the time being.

The ledgers and materials that may be brought back are not all of them, or there are some fraudulent elements in them. ”

"That is." Robert spoke:

"Except for those two little shrimps. Smith Capital doesn't have any problems, is that what it means? ”

A little unwilling, but Cyrus still nodded, "So to speak." ”

"That'll do."

Robert spoke:

"Temporarily seal the materials related to Sophia Kender and Jess Bledsos."

"Send back the Smith Capital's materials and ledgers."

"That's the end of it for now."

Cyrus frowned, but fortunately he didn't have to speak, and this time Peggy did.

"Mr. Morgenthau, do you mean not to sue Sophia Kender and Jess Bledsos?"

"It's just temporary. We have enough information and evidence to send them to prison at any time. Robert responded to his granddaughter.

"But now is not the right time, let's be a little longer."

Peggy looked at her grandfather's serious expression, and she nodded lightly and said no more.

Cyrus didn't say a word, wishing that Peggy would take the initiative to communicate with Robert.

In fact, now, Cyrus really regrets it.

Cyrus felt like he was being taken advantage of.

Exploited by Robert, by some people behind Robert.

"Alright, let's do it for now." Robert said.

"Cyrus, you can go out to work. Peggy, you stay, I have something to explain to you. ”

Cyrus stood up and nodded yes, leaving without hesitation.

Peggy also stood up, as she saw her grandfather stand up.

As a result, Robert handed the New York Observer today's newspaper to Peggy.

"Look at the headlines on the front page, what do you think this Wall Street wolf wants to do?"

Peggy took the newspaper and read the headline on the front page, and she was a little surprised.

"Eh~ Okay, I'll take a look." Peggy said.

Rob nodded and let his granddaughter read the newspaper there.

He himself walked up in the office, walked a few steps and simply walked to the window, opening the window to enjoy the street view outside.

Peggy read patiently, and within a few minutes she made the same judgment as her grandfather—

There was something wrong with the newspaper, and Malcolm Gladwell must have taken the money.

Because this blow is too much, few people believe it if they don't charge money.

But at the same time, Peggy also noticed that although many places in this article are fictional and fabricated.

But there's also a lot of data, and it's real.

For example, Smith's donations to those charitable foundations are very accurate.

This strengthened her belief that Malcolm Gladwell must have been paid for writing this article.

Otherwise, these numbers would not have been so clear to this young and famous writer.

She read half of it, and thought to herself that Malcolm Gladwell's writing was really good.

Just as I was about to continue reading, I suddenly heard my grandfather's call.

"Peggy, come here."

Peggy took her attention off the newspaper as she looked up at her grandfather.

He found his grandfather by the window and waved to her.

"What's the matter, grandpapa." Peggy walked over with the newspaper.

She stood next to Robert, a head shorter than Robert.

Robert pointed downstairs and whispered, "You're a young man, your eyes are better." Look over there, over there, over there. ”

"Hmm." Peggy looked over obediently.

The Manhattan District Attorney's Office, whose office address is located in Upper Manhattan.

It is a 7-storey building, all of which is owned by the Public Prosecutor's Office.

Robert's office is on the third floor, just enough to overlook the street view below, and at the same time ensure that the line of sight is clear enough.

"Like."

Look at the edge of the restaurant, a location near this side of the Prosecutor's Office building.

"It seems to be Abel Smith. The one next to it also looks a little familiar. ”

"Familiarity is right. That's Wayne Lapierre. You met him at your birthday party last month. Robert smiled.

"Chief Vice President and CEO of the NRA Association?" Peggy was surprised.

"That's right, it's him."

Robert said, "Yesterday Cyrus and you just went to his company.

Today he showed up downstairs to have dinner with Lapierre. ”

"Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"It's not." Peggy grimaced: "There are no such coincidences. ”

Robert took a deep breath, Manhattan prosecutor, and especially didn't like the feeling that he was no longer in control of everything.

Downstairs, Hanrad Restaurant.

On the first floor, Wayne Lapierre, CEO of the American Rifle Association, said with admiration:

"This, this, this is really Abel, you are such a good member!!

I must tell the council and tell them that you support and help the association! ”

The CEO of the NRA Association looked a little excited.

The reason why he was excited was because of the young man in front of him just now.

Promised him that within the next six months.

The other party will contribute $8 million to the NRA.

Even if the NRA is a behemoth with five million members and an annual income of more than $400 million.

An $8 million contribution is still a lot of money for the NRA.

That's already 2 percent of the NRA's annual income, which is almost the equivalent of 400,000 FR Association members paying a year's worth of membership dues.

Facing the CEO, Abel smiled: "I am a lifelong member of the NRA Association, and now that I am capable, I should naturally give feedback to the association." ”

The NRA annual membership fee is $30 and is renewed for a further year at just $19.99.

It's cheap, and the poor can join.

For $1,500, you can become a lifetime member and get a leather jacket with the association's logo.

It's easy to join, which is why there are more than 5 million members.

This tax-exempt non-profit organization has always been very enthusiastic about participating in the American House of Cards.

Its influence on both parties has always been at the forefront.

Whoever you want to mix in the house of cards in the United States.

It is necessary to take into account the attitude of the NRA.

"Hahaha~" Wayne Lapierre said:

"If only everyone in the NRA were like you. Then the NRA will definitely be even better. ”

Lapierre said seriously: "I have decided to elect you next year to participate in the election of the council. ”

Hearing him say this, Abel smiled.

This Lapierre is really good.

In addition to the previous donations of tens of thousands of dollars, he made another huge donation.

Becoming a member of the NRA Council like his father was one of the purposes of Abel's invitation to Lapierre for lunch today.

Another purpose,

Abel looked up at a window on the third floor of the prosecutor's office next door.

Abel saw two faint figures, which made Abel laugh.

Merio's intel is right, the old guy's office window is here.

In vain, he was here, pulling Lapierre for a morning.

Thinking of this, Abel even stretched out his hand and waved his hand upwards gently, with a leisurely and casual attitude.

(End of chapter)