「. Woodland Elves, Princess of the Twilight Star, Arwyn (Arwen), succumb to the power of the Demon King Sauron!!"

"No, I will not give in!! Aragorn, help me, help me!"

"Ha~ useless. Arwyn, fall for the Demon King Sauron!!"

"No, no. No, Aragon, help, help. Ah, whoever it is, father, king of the woodlands, or queen of the woodlands, mother, help me help me."

「.」

These lines appear in Houston, Texas.

And not in the New Zealand Lord of the Rings movie set.

It appeared at a Four Seasons Hotel in Houston.

I don't know how long it took.

When Alwyn's actor woke up from a deep sleep, she only felt sore.

She moved on the bed, and looked around with her eyes closed, but she didn't touch the man she was looking for.

Only then did she raise her eyes to see the dimly lit ceiling of the hotel's premier suite.

Holding back the aches and pains, she sat up from the soft Simmons.

When I looked around, I saw a messy scene in the bedroom.

It's as if it was blown by a Florida hurricane during the day.

Liv Taylor can even find the Elven Princess's torn costume and the Elven Princess's Staff broken in half on the ground.

「. Like a cow." She couldn't help but mutter, then looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

This led her to find the reason for her exhaustion, as she had actually only slept for three hours after an exertion.

"Oh, yes, it's necessary to be so excited. I thought you were really Sauron, and I was really Arvin!"

Mentally complaining, but Liv was still happy.

She felt that she had found her "boss" hobby.

In this way, it is equivalent to the stability of your long-term meal ticket.

This is for her, who already knows that Abel is now the chairman of AA and already has an AB Smith Entertainment under her umbrella.

It's been a pretty good thing to do recently.

Compared with the somewhat innocent Anne Hathaway, Jessica Alba is scheming and ambitious, but the means are still immature.

Liv Taylor, who is twenty-three years old this year and already knows what she wants and what she can give.

It's clear about who you are, and it's clear about what you want.

On the surface, Liv Taylor is the "white rich beauty" in Hollywood, the second generation of stars.

Her mom is the once-famous Flesh and Skin, and both of her dads are passing superstars in the rock circle.

Her background and family conditions have not been able to catch up with many Hollywood practitioners for decades.

But her conditions, in the eyes of a real giant crocodile, are really nothing.

Yes, both of her dads are legendary superstars and love her.

But. They are the legendary superstars of the rock circle, and even in the United States, where entertainment is dying, it is actually a small circle.

It may not even be as good as the hip-hop circle of blacks.

This qualitative makes even the most powerful singers in the rock circle unable to compare with pop singers of the same level in terms of income.

What's more, these two fathers, their hottest era has passed.

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At present, they still have some place in the rock circle.

Outside the rock circle, it would be really a lie to say that the status is also very high.

This makes Liv Taylor's second-generation identity of "Bai Fumei" star actually like that.

It's a lot better than ordinary people, but it's just a little more connected.

She has no musical talent and wants to have a place in Hollywood.

More often than not, it is still dependent on their own efforts.

This makes her willing to give,

And it also has a lot of execution.

"I don't know where I went. I was tossed and wounded, but I couldn't find anyone."

muttering in her heart, she didn't dare to really call to bother Abel.

She knows where she stands.

Liv Taylor sat on the huge, soft Simmons and froze for a moment.

Her slightly confused eyes swept over the shattered elven princess costume on the ground.

This outfit doesn't work.

Fortunately, there are still backups in the crew, and there are not many roles of their own.

But next time, I don't think I can use this outfit.

Men, they all like to try new things.

The first time I was excited, the second time the excitement went down.

The third time, I may not be able to get excited.

Maybe you need to use other clothes, but what kind of clothes?

Well. The elf queen seems to be good, and the elf princess will be the queen in the future.

Hey. In fact, wouldn't it be better to let the elf king come later?

The elven princess and the elven queen will surely be able to "subdue" the demon king Sauron, right?

The idea came to Liv Taylor's head and began to think about the possibilities.

When Liv Taylor was devoting herself to her "work".

Abel, on the other hand, received an invitation at three o'clock in the afternoon.

He was invited to play at a golf course outside Houston.

After asking about the identity of the inviter, he happily went.

The inviter was Herbert, who had already met him at the Astros baseball stadium and in that restaurant last night.

This golf course is owned by the Houston Golf Club.

However, its property rights are privately owned, and the area is not very large.

In the golf course, it is a relatively small kind.

Today, the stadium is no longer open to the public.

Abel's convoy came to the door here.

The bodyguard at the door made a call inside.

They were then allowed to enter the stadium.

But when inside the stadium, the bodyguards around Abel only allowed one person to follow Abel in.

You can't bring weapons yet.

"It's the rule." A staff member in a black suit said with a smile:

"Only one entourage is allowed, and the rest of the gentlemen are like that."

looked at the other party's serious look, and after groaning, Abel nodded lightly:

"That's it, Edward, come in with me."

Then, under the guidance of the staff, Abel took Edward into the stadium area.

This course is really not big, after entering.

Abel was far away when he saw a large crowd of people gathered in the distance.

The black-suited staff member just now drove over with an electrically driven golf cart.

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"Mr. Smith, please come up and I'll send you there." The staff said politely.

Able nodded, and got into the car with Edward.

After a few minutes of driving, Abel came to the vicinity of the men.

Far away, he saw Herbert, laughing loudly in the crowd.

Those people, naturally, also saw the golf cart driving over.

And he sat on top of the cart.

"Hey~ look who's coming, our Texas guy is here." Herbert picked up the golf club and smiled and pointed to Abel.

Everyone else looked over with smiles on their faces.

The golf cart drove up in front of the men and stopped.

Abel and Edward jumped out of the car.

With a smile on his face, he walked straight to the only acquaintance present

Familiar Herbert.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, it is a pleasure to see you."

"So do we." An old white man with gray hair and a look about the same age as Herbert laughed.

"Haha~" Herbert said, "That's right. Abel, how about introducing you to these gentlemen?"

"Excuse me, sir." Abel smiled.

Herbert smiled and pointed to the old man who had just spoken, "This is Mr. Rodriguez McKitson."

"Hello, Mr. McKitson." Abel smiled and stretched out his hand.

Rodriguez McKison smiled and shook his hand.

Herbert then pointed to another man who looked a little younger, but who was probably in his sixties.

"This is Davis, Mr. Davis Brown."

"Hello, Mr. Brown."

"Hello, Mr. Smith. John told me that you are a very nice man." Davis Brown said with a smile.

Abel knew that the John in Davis Brown's mouth should be John J. Brown.

"John was a very good guy too. I will be very good friends with him." Abel responded.

Davis Brown: "That's great."

And then the next one,

"This is Martin, Mr. Martin Elkins."

"Hello."

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After a few minutes of introduction, Able had confirmed what he was thinking.

These people have "just the same surname" as the people who created the Texas consortium.

Well, not exactly.

It should be said that these people,

It's the families behind the Texas consortium.

Abel kept his composure and tried to calm himself to contact these people.

He told himself.

These people are actually not very powerful, but they are their ancestors.

It was their forefathers who created the Texas Consortium.

These people, at most, are only the second and third generations.

Compared to being able to open, he has a reborn perspective.

In terms of ability, they don't add up enough to fight alone.

There's nothing to be nervous about, there's no need to be nervous.

Even so, he was still a little nervous.

After all, before this, the main body of his soul was just a young man of the Celestial Empire.

When I had the most bank deposits in my life, I only had 5,000 yuan.

Fortunately, he has the memory and ability to fuse the original body, and he has been a capitalist for more than ten months.

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If there is no precipitation, if you encounter these people violently, it is estimated that there is really no way to stay calm.

Thinking about it like this, I was still a little nervous.

Gradually, I relaxed a lot.

He no longer focuses on the identity of these people, but treats them as an equal and gentle attitude as he treats a group of people of equal status.

At most, because they are all older, the youngest are in their fifties.

In terms of attitude, it seems that he is more respectful of the elderly.

In other aspects, Abel tried his best not to be humble or arrogant.

To his surprise, it was almost nearly two hours of contact.

The men didn't discuss business or anything to do with Abel.

They just get together to play ball, to play golf.

From time to time, we discuss some interesting facts, or international news.

About two hours later, it was over.

Many people left one after another, and in the end, only Abel was left on the field, and Herbert, who he was relatively familiar with, was left.

After all the people are gone.

Look at it also

Albert, who didn't leave, Herbert smiled and said, "Isn't it a little surprised?"

Hearing him say this, Abel nodded, "It's a bit of a surprise."

He was mentally prepared just now, how to deal with the "attack" of these people without being humble or arrogant.

How can we better bargain with these people?

As a result, these people are good, and they don't talk about anything.

Herbert laughed and said, "Actually, when I first came into contact with these people, they were like that."

"But that was thirty years ago, and I was in contact with their fathers."

Herbert seemed to be reminiscing about the time, "The real contact is in the future. Now it's just to let you know that they don't reject you and that they're willing to accept you."

"But if you can successfully join. It depends on what happens later, on their attitude, and on you."

After Herbert said these words, Abel understood a little.

After being silent for a few seconds, Able couldn't help but say:

"Actually, I have more than one place to choose. My closest deputy, his surname is Mellon."

"In addition, I also have cooperative relations with Citigroup and other banks."

He was telling the other party that he didn't have to join the Texas consortium.

Compared to the Texas consortium, the Mellon consortium, First Citigroup and the consortium are more powerful.

Among the American conglomerates, Texas is at the bottom.

Even if Abel himself insisted, he felt that he could set up such a consortium.

It's just that it's going to be difficult, and it's likely to be attacked by a group.

The process can be much more arduous and may not even be successful.

So if you can, on the premise of ensuring that you don't be a dog.

He is also willing to accept and fit into one of them.

This is equivalent to the late game, when you enter the game, there is no grand guild's full-level tuba belt.

If not, it will be very difficult in the early stage, and you may be killed indiscriminately in the wild.

There is a full-level large belt, plus I am also a high-level game.

In a very short period of time, you can also grow into a big boss in the game.

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"Hahaha~" Herbert said with a smile:

"Of course we all know that. So you think, why did they approach you so late? You know, almost three months ago, you were called the wolf of Wall Street by Wall Street."

"It's too troublesome, it's too complicated." Abel shrugged.

Herbert walked over and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "Actually, I envy you. Because when you were so young, you were still fighting neon people in the sky."

"By the time I can talk to these people, my eldest son will be older than you."

"Be patient, young man."

Herbert smiled and said this, then turned and walked out.

After a while, Abel was the only one left on the golf course.

It was now approaching evening, and the sun was setting in the west, and the sun was no longer fierce and stretched his shadow for a long, long time.

He was alone for maybe a few minutes, and Edward, who had been waiting beside him, walked quietly.

「boss。」 Edward said, "Old Mr. Smith called."

When I was on the pitch just now, no one had any mobile phones with them.

The mobile phones were handed over to the attachés or bodyguards, and everyone was really serious about playing.

"Hmm." Able reached out and took the phone, "Grandfather?"

In the microphone of the mobile phone, Alex's voice rang.

"Still over there? Come back, kid. Those people like that, and they are more cautious than the other."

"Okay. I just thought that they would coerce and lure me like in movies and television, and give me all kinds of conditions to tempt me, or

Threaten me with all sorts of means."

Abel said, "I'm mentally prepared. I didn't expect anything, but I was asked to play a game with them."

"Haha~ You said it was on TV and in movies." Alex Says:

"Film and television need logic, and if it is too outrageous, it will be scolded by the audience. Reality doesn't need logic or rationality, because reality is made up of people."

"Okay. Grandpa, you're sometimes quite philosophical."

"What do you mean sometimes? I've always been philosophical! When I was younger, I read philosophy for a while."

"Didn't you study architecture in college?"

"Elective, do you understand?"

「ok，ok。 So be it, Mr. Alex, philosopher, I'll go home later, and I'll talk about it when I get home."

"Okay, but why later?"

"A secret that can't be told."

Abel hung up the phone and turned to walk outside.

Edward silently followed, and the two of them walked out of the court.

Able returned to the convoy, but did not immediately return to the Oak River community.

"To the Four Seasons Hotel." He whispered.

By the time the convoy returned to the Century Hotel in downtown Houston, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

It's close to October in Texas, and it's getting dark very quickly.

At six o'clock, the sun was almost already setting.

As night falls, the lights come on.

The beautiful neon lights render Houston, the fourth largest city in the United States, extremely beautiful, with a cyberpunk sense of immediacy.

In the restaurant of the Four Seasons Hotel, Liv Taylor and Abel are having dinner together.

She found her "boss" looking a little sullen.

When he arrived in the morning, and when he cosplayed at noon, he was so happy.

Happy and happy like a child.

Let her say in her heart at that time-[Man, it's really all big pig's trotters.] 】

At the moment, it was like this, and Liv Taylor guessed that it should be business or something else.

After thinking about it, Liv Taylor suddenly whispered:

"Boss, I just asked the hotel waiter to send some clothes to my room."

Abel was stunned, then smiled knowingly.

"Oh." He said, "I started an underwear company. It also plans to take a stake in a clothing company. When you say that, I think I really need to check the quality of the clothes made by other companies."

Liv Taylor smiled.

Looking at the smile on Abel's face, there was that anticipation.

The day's complaint resurfaced in her mind.

Men, in this regard, are big pig's trotters.

The American Road to Wealth.

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