America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 113 An Actor's Highest Achievement (810)

At the Fort Worth Dallas Airport, Abe got into the back of a Cadillac Escalade, the middle of the convoy that came to greet him.

The Escalade is one of Cadillac's most successful flagship models and is currently the most recognized SUV by Americans.

The previous few times he came back, he took the F350.

But in fact, the F350 is very average in terms of comfort.

It's a premium utility vehicle, a little better than the F150, but not much better.

After the previous two trips, Abel decided not to ride the F350 this time.

The car was not suitable for the terrain of Sunny Mountain Farm and other places where he was going next.

Simply let the bodyguards buy a few other cars here in advance.

In the future, in the city, I will directly take the cars of Cadillac and Lincoln.

If you need to leave the city, go directly to Escalade.

Compared with last time, his team has more people and vehicles this time.

There are five cars in total.

Two F350s, a Land Rover, a Toyota Sequoia, and his own Cadillac Escalade.

The little accident he encountered last time made him take his security work more seriously.

This time, such a large convoy was built directly, and two of the vehicles even had the highest level of weapons allowed by Texas law.

It was mainly just in case, and Rock Security also sent a group of people over in advance.

It just happened to be used to protect the boss.

The convoy didn't stop at the airport, and started off quickly, heading to Fort Worth.

In downtown Fort Worth, Abel found Alexander's office.

On the father's side, he had already known that he would come.

Alexander and Dwayne were already waiting for him in the office.

David Jones, who had been staying here for the past few days.

Then he ran to the airport early to meet his boss.

And sat in the back compartment of the Escalade with the boss, and introduced the things here to Abel on the way.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Devine. And Dad." After seeing the two, Abel smiled and waved hello.

Dwayne was very polite. He was originally sitting in his seat drinking coffee.

Seeing Abel coming, they even stood up.

Alexander didn't, just waved back to his son, and continued drinking his coffee.

"Huh? Columbia? Give me a cup too." Abel walked up to his father unceremoniously, picked up his coffee and sniffed it, and said directly with a smile.

Alexander ignored him, but there was a female bodyguard who had been working beside Alexander for a few days, and she went to make coffee for the boss with a smile.

"Has the matter over in New York been resolved?" Alexander spoke softly after Abel sat down opposite him.

Abel nodded, "A little thing, it's OK."

Dwayne watched the interaction between the father and son with a smile.

After a while, seeing that the two did not speak again, one of the current Tarrant County councilors said:

"Abe, I have good news for you. Alexander won the latest polls."

On the US side, it's up to the general election.

As far as the election in a certain district in a city is concerned, everyone likes it, and the corresponding media conducts polls.

This kind of opinion poll is often a way for the media to play tricks to attract attention.

But sometimes, it often also symbolizes the possible outcome of the election.

"Oh?" Abel asked with a smile, "What a big victory? Election season hasn't even started yet."

"The survey shows." Devine said with a smile: "Alexander's approval rate, in the first survey, was 63%!"

"Okay." Abe said with a smile.

"It's good news indeed, and news to celebrate."

After watching the interaction between the two, Alexander suddenly said: "Alex asked you to go to Houston, he has something to ask you."

Abel, who was talking to Dwayne, paused when he heard what he said.

He looked at his father and found that the latter was also looking at him.

"What's the matter?" Abel said softly.

"Don't you know what you did in New York?" Alexander lowered his voice, "When I heard my father say this, I was shocked."

Abel shrugged, "Calm down. It's just a meeting, it won't do any harm. Believe me, Dad, it may be very helpful to you."

Dwayne couldn't understand the meaning of the conversation between the father and son.

He didn't know that what Abel and Alexander were discussing at this time was no longer about the Tarrant County election.

Dwayne couldn't understand, so he could only look at the father and son with a smile on his face.

"Alexander said the same thing. Otherwise, I would have given up this time." Alexander said with a sigh of relief, looking at Abel.

Abel couldn't help shaking his head. It seems that the Texas consortium really has a huge influence in his hometown.

Even his own father reacted so strongly upon hearing this.

"Don't worry, Alexander, I have my own measure." He said seriously.

Seeing his son like this, Alexander finally ended the topic.

The three of them then chatted about the Tarrant County election.

Devine said, basically continue to develop.

Alexander was steady this time.

Because none of his competitors can get as much support as he does in every way.

Abel thought to himself, if he could go well with those old guys this time.

Alexander's side is really stable.

Before that, it was hard to say whether it was stable or not.

After four o'clock, Abel directly proposed to leave.

"I plan to go back to Smith's Farm and go to Houston tomorrow."

"Father, do you want to go back with me?"

Alexander nodded, "I haven't been back for a week. Just drop by, let's go."

The father and son said goodbye to Dwayne and walked out of the office.

Alexander sat in Abel's Escalade, and the team quickly disappeared from Devine's sight.

Looking into the distance, one of the current councilors in Tarrant County couldn't help shaking his head——

"Oh, if only I had such a son, how wonderful it would be."

Escalade, in the rear compartment.

With only father and son left, Alexander looked at the young son.

He still couldn't help but said, "Abel, are you really okay?"

The Texas consortium is fine elsewhere.

But in Texas and several southern states, the influence really involves all aspects.

It is precisely because of knowing how terrible it is, even with Alexander's personality.

At this moment, I will also be a little worried.

"What's the problem? Dad, have you ever heard of Peter Lynch and Buffett?" Abel said.

"Buffett has it, and you can often see it on the news. Peter Lynch doesn't, but I remember that it seems to be similar to Buffett. They are all Yankee guys who are good at playing with money."

"That's it," Abel said. "We native Texas guys. Think I have potential like these two guys. They want me as their cash cow."

"So."

"As long as I can make money for them, then I am the most important treasure in their hearts."

After Alexander heard this, he was silent for a while.

Then he patted his son on the shoulder lightly and said:
"But I don't like it very much. Why don't we all go back to Smith Farm, boy, it's too complicated outside."

Seeing what Alexander said, it was Abel's turn to be stunned this time.

He looked at the concerned expression on his father's face, as well as the traces left by the years and time, and the sun in the countryside.

After a few seconds, Abel sighed softly.

Then his tone became firm:

"Dad, I know what you're worried about. I know you're worried about me too. But I also ask you to trust me, I'm not going to be a dog.

Even after that, I will be their leader, even their master! !
I don't know exactly what to tell you, but that's it.

That's why I came back last time and asked you to help me.

Do you see what I mean, Dad. "

Alexander said: "I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it."

"only."

"Can I really do it?"

"of course can!"

Abel said firmly: "Look at Li Gen. He was just an actor before. Now? He is one of the most successful leaders in American history."

"You can't do what an actor can do? You don't want to be laughed at by your son, do you? Dear father."

"Um..." Alexander was speechless.

"That's it." Abel patted his father on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's a big deal when we go home and raise cattle together."

Alexander clapped Abel's hand away and ignored his smiling son.

For the rest of the journey, Alexander chose to sleep.

Abel stared out the window in a daze.

The team returned to Smith Farm just before the sun was about to set on the horizon.

Emily received the news early and ran outside to meet her husband and son when the convoy appeared.

After the car was parked, Abel pushed Alexander directly, with great strength, pushing the latter down.

They were all pushed down, and Alexander naturally woke up.

Then he jumped straight out of the car, greeted Emily with a smile, and gave her mother a big hug.

"FXXK! I was dreaming of Marilyn Monroe, and I was woken up by you!"

Emily hugged her son, and watched her husband get out of the car cursing, smiling very happily.

That night, Abel once again had the Texas-style dinner his mother prepared for him.

After dinner, Little John and his son John IV came to find him.

Alexander wondered: "What's the matter with them?"

Emily, who had just come out of the kitchen and packed up her things, said, "They should be looking for me. I asked them to come and look for me tonight."

"What's the matter?" Alexander asked, "What's the matter?"

Emily nodded, and pressed the automatic door opener on the outermost gate of Smith Manor to let John and his son in.

While saying to the father and son here: "It's about the Mexican wolf."

"Mexican wolves?" Abel asked, "What happened to them?"

Abel is no stranger to Mexican wolves.

It should be said that farmers in the southern United States are no strangers to this wild animal.

Mexican wolves are a subspecies of gray wolves that are predators at the top of the food chain and usually move in groups.

They are mainly distributed in the mountains of the southwestern United States and northwestern Mexico.

They are also the largest members of the wild canid family in the world.

The swarming wild animals used to be one of the biggest headaches for rural ranchers in Texas and several other nearby states.

They are far more of a threat than coyotes.

The size of two coyotes combined is not more than equal to a Mexican wolf.

They attack livestock and tend to attack young livestock.

At the same time, their size, coupled with the habit of flocking.

Even for humans, encountering them can sometimes be troublesome.

Unless you happen to have a gun in your hand and your marksmanship is okay, you can't be too timid.

After 200 years, almost all of these wild animals have been hunted down.

Among them, the Texas wolf, which is almost the same species as the Mexican wolf, was declared extinct decades ago.

Killed by the Texans.

It's just that in the past ten years, with the rise of the concept of animal protection.

They have gained new life again, the population has grown, and they have once again become "pests" for farmers.

Farmers in rural Texas are not so easy to talk to.

In addition, Texas has its own laws, killing this animal is not illegal.

Therefore, farmers often join forces.

When traces of such large "pests" are found nearby, they will go out together and kill as many as possible.

Just like everyone kills coyotes regularly every year.

Faced with the doubts of her son and her husband, Emily said: "Have you ever heard of the Druid Peak wolves?"

Abel shook his head blankly. He had only heard of Druids, but not Druid Peak.

The Druid Peak wolf pack, could it be a wolf pack transformed from a druid?
Obviously not, Alexander nodded and said, "You mean, Little John and the others are going to wipe out the wolves on Druid Peak?"

"Yes." Emily explained to her son, "The Druid Peak wolf pack is the name given to this pack of wolves in the newspaper. It seems that there are more than 30 adult Mexican wolves, which is the largest wolf pack on record. .”

"Therefore, the risk is higher, and the nearby farmers have united. They all shot out, and hired a few hunters to either kill them all or drive them away."

"Ok."

Abel nodded, he understood.

Another typical Texan-like group event, a group of guys out to kill wolves.

This is probably one of the few joys in the boring life of American farmers.

Similar fun, there are also various wonderful competitions held every year.

For example, mud fights, cowboy gun games, moving stones, moving tires, imitating the sound of the wind with armpits, spitting watermelon seeds and holding pig feet, etc. Boring or interesting competitions.

At this time, John and his son came in.

John Jr. was Alexander's godson, even though he was only 15 years younger than Alexander.

If Abel hadn't been born relatively late, only nine years older than the youngest son of Little John.

Guess he'll be godfather to John Jr.'s younger son, too.
After all, it is outrageous for a nine-year-old child to be the godfather of a newborn child.

This is the end.

If anyone is to blame, blame Alexander for marrying late and having children late.

Just like John Jr.'s father, John, is Alex's godson.

To put it bluntly, John's family is the most trusted people of the Smith family.

(End of this chapter)