Chapter 404: Storm and Clouds Stir
When the gorgeous stage came to an end, Abel only won the Best Newcomer Award that must be won.
But the best album was lost, Avril with a slightly reluctant smile, and Britney, who comforted Avril from time to time.
As soon as the three of them walked out of the Stamp Gymnasium, they were surrounded by reporters who had been waiting for a long time.
Even if there are rock security staff, and the gymnasium security guards blocking it.
The madness of these reporters could not be stopped, and the scene became extremely chaotic for a while.
Obviously, because of the appearance of Abel Smith.
This year's GlamΓ© has attracted much more attention than in previous years.
Not to mention other aspects, just in terms of the number of reporters and the types of coverage, it must far exceed the previous year's Glammy Awards Gala.
The reporters who are here today are in addition to the paparazzi reporters of the entertainment media.
There's also a lot of financial, business, and even social news, and the reporters of those super newspapers.
They also appeared here because of Abel's appearance.
There are even some big journalists, like Pulitzer Prize winners and the like.
This chaotic scene is a test of security work and safety.
But Glammy isn't stupid.
What the NBA league is willing to do, so is the National Academy of Sciences' Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences.
The reporters who were able to get close to Abel had already been selected by the Rock security staff.
It was only when safety was ensured that so many reporters were able to get closer.
Journalists also want to seize this hard-won opportunity.
The opportunity to be able to interview Abel Smith up close.
Except for a few big reporters at Smith Media.
At present, there are not many in the world.
So far, Abel Smith has been interviewed by a large number of reporters, adding up to no more than three!
Such a great opportunity, even if it is a super big record of winning the Pulitzer Prize, at this time it is not a shame at all.
They are like the craziest paparazzi reporters, putting Abel's bodyguards and stadium security guards on the ground.
In the frenzy of dazzling flashlights, and the sound of the shutter.
Countless microphones were handed to Abel's vicinity.
The crazy reporters, with their loudest voices ever, also asked Abel all kinds of questions.
Even if these are these questions, they know that most of Abel will not answer.
But they are also willing to shout out their throats, and they will not hesitate to do the same.
In case of...... What if Abel answers?
ββ¦β¦ Mr. Smith. Why did you accompany Miss Spears and Miss Lavigne to Gleime? Are they your new girlfriends? β
"Mr. Smith. Is it true that Glammy will give 15 awards to DreamWorks Music in order to invite you to attend? β
"Mr. Smith. I'm John Adams, a reporter for the Los Angeles Times, and I won last year's Pulitzer Prize. I don't know if you can accept my exclusive access? β
"What do you think of the accident at Pacific Electric in California, Mr. Smith?"
"Mr. Smith, it is said that you have ......"
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The reporters had a lot of questions and their voices were very noisy.
Able was in front of the flashing lights that illuminated the night into day, and wore the sunglasses he wore when he went out.
Reporters saw him say a few words to Edward.
The expressionless security captain then shouted loudly and loudly.
"Sir, lady who was picked, you have the opportunity to ask questions. But it must be quiet, and if the noise continues, Mr. Smith will be gone. β
As soon as Edward's voice fell, the frantic reporters fell silent for a moment.
One reporter was quick to respond, she didn't speak but raised her hand high.
Other reporters also woke up and raised their hands silently, hoping that they could be picked.
In a matter of seconds, the scene turned from noisy to quiet.
Abel smiled and nodded, his eyes on the crowd of reporters, and surveyed for a moment.
He pointed at random, it was a beautiful-looking, youthful and lovely, relatively young-looking beautiful reporter.
Seeing the candidate chosen by Abel, the reporters present felt a burst of self-pity and self-pity in their hearts.
Sure enough, it is worthy of Smith, and she is a beautiful reporter. γ
Yes...... If only I were a woman. γ
When I go back, I have to talk to the editor-in-chief, and I have to cultivate one or two beautiful ones in the future......]
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In the minds of other journalists, complicated.
The beautiful lucky one, her face flushed with joy, squeezed out of the crowd, and excitedly introduced herself:
"Mr. Smith. Hello, I'm a reporter for The New Yorker, my name is Emily Miller, I'm from Louisiana, my measurements are 105, 62, 109, and I ......"
Looking at this incoherent beauty, Abel shook his head helplessly.
Brienne next to her opened her mouth angrily:
"Miss Miller, just for you to ask questions. It's not dating here, where have your journalistic literacy gone? β
The reporters were also speechless for a while, wondering if they were really brainless.
So beautiful, so good-looking, but so brain-dead......
There are already other reporters who can't help but want to make mockery.
At this time, I saw the blonde and blue-eyed beautiful reporter, whose face was a little red, suddenly showed an exaggerated and distorted weird smile.
Then, under the gaze of countless reporters, she shouted, "alhbkl!! β
Amid the shouting, the beautiful reporter rushed forward, and the scene was chaotic.
Abel frowned, took Britney and Avril's hands and quickly stepped back.
Edward and the other three King Kongs stood in front of him in an instant.
The surrounding rock security staff pounced on them like mad tigers.
The next moment.
Rumble!
Outside the Staples Center, a loud explosion was heard.
The explosion was loud and could be heard for more than a dozen miles around.
There was an uproar at the scene.
After the loud explosion, reporters photographed Abel Smith's handsome face, covered in blood.
The world's richest man was attacked, the scene was chaotic, and Abel Smith's condition is unknown, and he may be seriously injured......
It's all happening here.
In an instant, through the on-site reporters, the connected interview vehicles and interview centers, it was broadcast to the entire United States, and spread to the whole world in a very short time.
In just a few minutes, the entire United States, and even most of the world, suddenly became lively.
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Explosions outside the Staples Center, 10 minutes after they rang out.
Manhattan, New York.
It was about ten o'clock in the evening.
Nearly a month after taking office, Mr. Bloomberg, who has been working hard to maintain his image of being close to the people and working hard, has just come out of the city hall.
Under the "candid filming" of some reporters, the city. Surrounded by several bodyguards, Mr. Chang was walking into his car.
As soon as he walked to the open car door, he saw one of his secretaries hurriedly running out from the inside.
From afar, the secretary shouted:
"Mr. Bloomberg, Mr. Bloomberg! It's a big deal, wait a minute, there's a big thing. β
Bloomberg frowned, he felt that the secretary was somewhat unqualified.
Don't you see some reporters outside, shooting here?
In front of the public, shouting like this.
It's really not in line with New York City. Long secretary in style!
Michael plans to find an excuse to fire this guy in two days!
"What happened? Jack, calm down. Except for the Muhai War, there is nothing to worry about. β
Bloomberg said calmly and dissatisfiedly.
By this time, the secretary had already run to Bloomberg.
The secretary gasped and whispered to Bloomberg, quickly reciting the message he had just received.
"What ?!!"
Bloomberg was shocked, and the shocked expression on his face happened to be photographed by a reporter in the distance.
"What you say is true?!!"
"It's true. There shouldn't be a mistake. The secretary said quickly and softly:
"Our guys in Los Angeles, sent back a message. I immediately contacted the people on the Rock Security side, and they said Mr. Smith, that he had indeed been attacked! β
"Abel of Shetfack! And Shetfak the kbz! β
Bloomberg, who had just told the secretary to calm down, was not calm at all at this time, and he got into the car scolding.
"Go to the Smith Tower!" Bloomberg instructed the driver and at the same time said to the secretary:
"Reach out to Soros, Sullivenston, Warren Buffett, David Mellon, oh, and Robert Morgenthau right away. I'll just say I'm going to Smith Tower. β
The secretary nodded quickly.
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Meanwhile, Long Island, New York, Huntington.
The historic Lockfele Kikwete Manor is located here.
The Rockphiles had two Kikwete estates, one on the banks of the Hudson River. It is home to four generations of the Rockfeller family.
But that's in the past, and it's now a historic site of the National Trust for Historic Preservation, which the Rockephiles nominally donated decades ago.
The Rockfeller Estate in Kikquit, next to the Hudson Valley, is now a tourist attraction.
Far away from Manhattan, Huntington, the Kikwete Manor here is one of the main places of residence of the Rockphile family today.
Compared to the Hudson Bay Valley, that tourist attraction that is open to the public.
Huntington's this, it's more secretive.
Only a part of the real high-ups, the real American elite, knew that this was the main residence of the Rockfeller family.
Bloomberg received the news and was shocked when he arrived.
At the Rockphile Kikwete Manor, David Rockphil also received the same message at the same time.
After hearing the news, David Rockphile's aging face was obviously stunned.
His white eyebrows furrowed, and after a few seconds, he whispered to the person who had reported the news to him:
"Inform John. Let's just say I'll invite him to come over here for a while. β
The assistant who reported the news nodded immediately.
No need for David Lockephile to name them all.
The assistant also knew that the John in David Rockphile's mouth was John Chris Morgun.
The current head of the Ragon family is a super-oligarch much younger than David Rockphil.
Watching the assistant walk away quickly.
David Rockefeller, who was being held by the maid, touched his somewhat bare forehead.
ββ¦β¦ It doesn't make sense. Something strange...... Could it be those people? The old fellow frowned and whispered to himself.
The maid next to her was eager to poke her ears deaf at this time.
She knows that there are some things, even if it's just a few words, and she'd better not listen to them, don't know!
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Texas.
The explosion at the Staples Center came half an hour later.
Austin, a suburban villa that is lit up at night.
Many convoys are rushing here.
In the villa, Davis Brown, who had met Abel many times.
He was meeting with another giant of the Texas consortium, Rodriguez McKitson.
Rodriguez McKitson was clearly just coming from outside.
"What the hell is going on?"
As one of the founding families of the Texas consortium and the ruler of one of the most powerful families in Texas.
Rodriguez McKitson looked at Davis Brown, "It's at this critical time!" Who did it exactly? Is there any contact with the bush family? Or contact Smith? β
Looking at his anxious old friend, Davis Brown's heart was also anxious at this time.
But as one of the most active people in the actions of the Texas consortium and the Smith consortium.
At this time, Davis Brown could only say softly:
"I have contacted Herbert. He said he didn't know what was going on, and that he was contacting George Bush and Smith. Herbert said he would tell us in the shortest possible time what had happened. β
"Fark the Shet!" Rodriguez McKison couldn't help but curse.
At this time, the two old men saw a group of people walking in from outside.
At the forefront of the list are none other than the Texas consortium, with several other founding families in charge: Martin Elkins, Delin Richardson, and Liam H.L. Hunter.
These three, plus Rodriguez McKitson, Davis Brown.
There are a total of 5 families, that is, the Texas consortium, the most important core family.
And behind Martin Elkins and the others, the dozen or so people who followed.
It is another dozen or so, around Elkins and other five families, and other members of the Texas consortium.
In the area of consortia, the United States is very similar to neon.
Or it should be said that the chaebols on the neon side are essentially imitating the model of European and American family consortia and carrying out localization transformation.
The two sides are essentially the same. They are all a few core families, surrounded by a dozen or so others, or even dozens of minor families.
Then, through complex equity control, cross-shareholding, etc., it controls hundreds of large enterprises, so as to achieve the model of consortium.
On the side of the Texas consortium, there are five major families, plus a total of 17 other minor families, as well as countless vested interests on the periphery.
Composed of a military that is mainly located in the southern United States, the core base is Texas. Joint consortium of industrial complexes.
"The people are here." After walking in, among the heads of the five main families, Martin Elkins, the youngest, said unceremoniously:
"What's going on? What's the news on the shrub family's side? Is the intelligence of BL and the Pentagon real? β
Davis Browns took a deep breath.
Davis Brown was the one who supported the Texas consortium the most, and the Smith consortium converged.
And Martin Elkins in front of him is the one who is most opposed.
It was only the minority that obeyed the majority, and Martin Elkins eventually succumbed to the unanimous decision of the consortium.
But now that's the case.
Davis Brown knew that Martin Elkins would take advantage of the opportunity.
Look, isn't this the beginning?
That explosion outside the Staples Center, in an extremely short period of time.
Among the high-level leaders of the United States, a storm was directly stirred!