Chapter 113 An Actor's Highest Achievement (810)
Fort Worth Dallas Airport, Abel sat in the rear compartment of a Cadillac Escalade in the middle of the convoy that came to greet him.
Escalade is one of Cadillac's most successful flagship models, and it 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 bike, a little better than the F150, but not much better.
After the previous two reverses, Abel decided not to ride the F350 this time.
The car is not suitable for the terrain of Sunny Mountain Farm and other places where he will go next.
Simply let the bodyguards buy a few other cars here in advance.
In the future, in the city, I will directly take Cadillac and Lincoln cars.
If you need to leave the city, go directly to Escalade.
Compared to last time, this time his team has more people and vehicles.
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, we directly set up such a large convoy, two of which even had the highest level of weapons allowed by Texas law.
It was mainly just in case, and the rock security also sent a group of people over in advance.
Just happened to be used to protect the boss.
The convoy didn't stop at the airport, and soon started to head to Fort Worth.
In downtown Fort Worth, Abel found Alexander's office.
Father's side already knew that he would come.
Alexander and Dwayne were already waiting for him in the office.
David Jones who had been staying here a few days ago.
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.
Dwyane was very polite, he was originally sitting there drinking coffee.
Seeing Abel coming, they even stood up.
Alexander didn't, he just waved his hand in response 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 smiled and watched the interaction between the father and son.
After a while, seeing that the two did not speak again, one of the current Tarrant County councilors said:
"Abel, I have good news for you. Alexander won a big victory in the latest polls."
The United States, up to the general election.
When it comes to elections in a certain district in a city, everyone likes it, and there are corresponding media to conduct opinion 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 results 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, is 63%!"
"Okay." Abel said with a smile.
"Good news indeed, news to be celebrated."
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, "I was shocked when I heard my father say this."
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.
"Alex said that too. If not, I would have given up this time." Alexander said in 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 when he heard about it.
"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 is stable this time.
Because no one of his competitors can match him in all aspects of support.
Abel thought to himself, if he could go well with those old guys this time.
Alexander's side is really stable.
Before this, it was hard to say whether it was stable or not.
After waiting until four o'clock, Abel directly proposed to leave.
"I plan to go back to Smith 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. It just happens to be on the way, 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 Tarrant County councilors 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?"
Texas consortium, otherwise fine.
But in Texas and several southern states, the influence really involves all aspects.
It is because of knowing how terrible it is, even with Alexander's character.
At this moment, I also feel a little worried.
"What's the problem? Dad, have you 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 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 natives in Texas. Think I have potential like these two guys, and 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 hearing this, Alexander was silent for a while.
Then he patted his son on the shoulder lightly and said:
"But I don't like it very much. Boy, why don't we all go back to Smith Farm, it's too complicated outside."
Seeing Alexander say this, 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 years and time, and the traces left by 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 also know you care about me. But I also ask you to trust me, I won't 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.
This is why I came back last time and asked you to help me.
You see what I mean, Dad. "
Alexander said: "I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it."
"only."
"Can I really do this?"
"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."
"Uh" Alexander was speechless.
"That's it." Abel patted his father on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's a big deal, we'll go home and raise cattle together."
Alexander patted Abel's hand away, ignoring his smiling son.
For the rest of the journey, Alexander chose to sleep.
Abel stared out the window in a daze.
Before the sun was about to set on the horizon, the team returned to Smith Farm.
Emily received the news early, and when the convoy appeared, she ran outside to meet her husband and son.
After the car was parked, Abel pushed Alexander directly, with great strength, pushing the latter down.
were all pushed down, and Alexander naturally woke up.
Then he jumped straight out of the car, smiled at Emily, 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 curse and get out of the car, smiling very happily.
That night, Abel once again ate the Texas-style dinner prepared by his mother.
After dinner, Little John and his son John IV came over.
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 come to find me. I asked them to come and find 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.
Said to the father and son here: "It's about the Mexican wolf."
"Mexican wolves?" Abel asked, "What happened to them?"
Mexican wolf, Abel is no stranger.
It should be said that farmers in the southern part of the United States are no strangers to this wild animal.
Mexican wolf is a subspecies of the gray wolf, which is a predator at the upper level of the food chain and usually acts 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.
This swarm of wild animals used to be one of the most troublesome "pests" for rural farmers in Texas and several other nearby states.
They are much more of a threat than coyotes.
The size of two coyotes is not more than a Mexican wolf.
They attack livestock and like to attack young livestock.
At the same time their size, coupled with the habits of groups.
Even for humans, encountering them is sometimes troublesome.
Unless you happen to have a gun in your hand, and your marksmanship is okay, you can't be too timid.
After one or two hundred years, this kind of wild animal has been hunted and killed.
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 group has grown, and they have become "pests" for farmers again.
Farmers in rural Texas are not so easy to talk to.
Plus Texas has its own laws, killing this animal is not illegal.
Therefore, farmers often join hands.
When traces of such large "pests" are found nearby, they will set off together to clean up and kill as many as possible.
Just like everyone regularly kills coyotes every year.
Facing the doubts of her son and husband, Emily said, "Have you heard of the Druid Peak wolves?"
Abel shook his head blankly. He had only heard of Druids, but not Druid Peak.
Druid Peak wolves, could it be a pack of wolves transformed from druids?
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 number recorded. Wolves."
"Therefore, the risk is higher, and the nearby farmers have united. Everyone shot out people, and hired a few hunters to either kill them all or drive them away."
"Ok."
Abel nodded, he understood.
Another typical Texan favorite group event, a group of guys go out and 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.
Such as mud fights, cowboy gun competitions, moving stones, moving tires, imitating the sound of the wind with armpit, spitting watermelon seeds and picking pig feet, etc. Boring or interesting competitions.
At this moment, Little John and his son walked in.
Little John is Alexander's godson, even though he is only fifteen years younger than Alexander.
If Abel hadn't been born relatively late, only nine years older than the youngest son of Little John.
It is estimated that he will also become the godfather of John Jr.'s youngest son
After all, it is outrageous for a nine-year-old child to be the godfather of a newborn child.
This is the end.
If you want to blame, blame Alexander for getting married late and giving birth late.
Just like John Jr.'s father, John, is Alex's godson.
To put it bluntly, the John family is the most trusted people of the Smith family.
Chapter 113 An Actor's Highest Achievement (810)
Fort Worth Dallas Airport, Abel sat in the rear compartment of a Cadillac Escalade in the middle of the convoy that came to greet him.
Escalade is one of Cadillac's most successful flagship models, and it 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 bike, a little better than the F150, but not much better.
After the previous two reverses, Abel decided not to ride the F350 this time.
The car is not suitable for the terrain of Sunny Mountain Farm and other places where he will go next.
Simply let the bodyguards buy a few other cars here in advance.
In the future, in the city, I will directly take Cadillac and Lincoln cars.
If you need to leave the city, go directly to Escalade.
Compared to last time, this time his team has more people and vehicles.
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, we directly set up such a large convoy, two of which even had the highest level of weapons allowed by Texas law.
It was mainly just in case, and the rock security also sent a group of people over in advance.
Just happened to be used to protect the boss.
The convoy didn't stop at the airport, and soon started to head to Fort Worth.
In downtown Fort Worth, Abel found Alexander's office.
Father's side already knew that he would come.
Alexander and Dwayne were already waiting for him in the office.
David Jones who had been staying here a few days ago.
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.
Dwyane was very polite, he was originally sitting there drinking coffee.
Seeing Abel coming, they even stood up.
Alexander didn't, he just waved his hand in response 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 smiled and watched the interaction between the father and son.
After a while, seeing that the two did not speak again, one of the current Tarrant County councilors said:
"Abel, I have good news for you. Alexander won a big victory in the latest polls."
The United States, up to the general election.
When it comes to elections in a certain district in a city, everyone likes it, and there are corresponding media to conduct opinion 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 results 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, is 63%!"
"Okay." Abel said with a smile.
"Good news indeed, news to be celebrated."
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, "I was shocked when I heard my father say this."
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.
"Alex said that too. If not, I would have given up this time." Alexander said in 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 when he heard about it.
"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 is stable this time.
Because no one of his competitors can match him in all aspects of support.
Abel thought to himself, if he could go well with those old guys this time.
Alexander's side is really stable.
Before this, it was hard to say whether it was stable or not.
After waiting until four o'clock, Abel directly proposed to leave.
"I plan to go back to Smith 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. It just happens to be on the way, 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 Tarrant County councilors 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?"
Texas consortium, otherwise fine.
But in Texas and several southern states, the influence really involves all aspects.
It is because of knowing how terrible it is, even with Alexander's character.
At this moment, I also feel a little worried.
"What's the problem? Dad, have you 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 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 natives in Texas. Think I have potential like these two guys, and 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 hearing this, Alexander was silent for a while.
Then he patted his son on the shoulder lightly and said:
"But I don't like it very much. Boy, why don't we all go back to Smith Farm, it's too complicated outside."
Seeing Alexander say this, 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 years and time, and the traces left by 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 also know you care about me. But I also ask you to trust me, I won't 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.
This is why I came back last time and asked you to help me.
You see what I mean, Dad. "
Alexander said: "I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it."
"only."
"Can I really do this?"
"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."
"Uh" Alexander was speechless.
"That's it." Abel patted his father on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's a big deal, we'll go home and raise cattle together."
Alexander patted Abel's hand away, ignoring his smiling son.
For the rest of the journey, Alexander chose to sleep.
Abel stared out the window in a daze.
Before the sun was about to set on the horizon, the team returned to Smith Farm.
Emily received the news early, and when the convoy appeared, she ran outside to meet her husband and son.
After the car was parked, Abel pushed Alexander directly, with great strength, pushing the latter down.
were all pushed down, and Alexander naturally woke up.
Then he jumped straight out of the car, smiled at Emily, 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 curse and get out of the car, smiling very happily.
That night, Abel once again ate the Texas-style dinner prepared by his mother.
After dinner, Little John and his son John IV came over.
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 come to find me. I asked them to come and find 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.
Said to the father and son here: "It's about the Mexican wolf."
"Mexican wolves?" Abel asked, "What happened to them?"
Mexican wolf, Abel is no stranger.
It should be said that farmers in the southern part of the United States are no strangers to this wild animal.
Mexican wolf is a subspecies of the gray wolf, which is a predator at the upper level of the food chain and usually acts 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.
This swarm of wild animals used to be one of the most troublesome "pests" for rural farmers in Texas and several other nearby states.
They are much more of a threat than coyotes.
The size of two coyotes is not more than a Mexican wolf.
They attack livestock and like to attack young livestock.
At the same time their size, coupled with the habits of groups.
Even for humans, encountering them is sometimes troublesome.
Unless you happen to have a gun in your hand, and your marksmanship is okay, you can't be too timid.
After one or two hundred years, this kind of wild animal has been hunted and killed.
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 group has grown, and they have become "pests" for farmers again.
Farmers in rural Texas are not so easy to talk to.
Plus Texas has its own laws, killing this animal is not illegal.
Therefore, farmers often join hands.
When traces of such large "pests" are found nearby, they will set off together to clean up and kill as many as possible.
Just like everyone regularly kills coyotes every year.
Facing the doubts of her son and husband, Emily said, "Have you heard of the Druid Peak wolves?"
Abel shook his head blankly. He had only heard of Druids, but not Druid Peak.
Druid Peak wolves, could it be a pack of wolves transformed from druids?
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 number recorded. Wolves."
"Therefore, the risk is higher, and the nearby farmers have united. Everyone shot out people, and hired a few hunters to either kill them all or drive them away."
"Ok."
Abel nodded, he understood.
Another typical Texan favorite group event, a group of guys go out and 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.
Such as mud fights, cowboy gun competitions, moving stones, moving tires, imitating the sound of the wind with armpit, spitting watermelon seeds and picking pig feet, etc. Boring or interesting competitions.
At this moment, Little John and his son walked in.
Little John is Alexander's godson, even though he is only fifteen years younger than Alexander.
If Abel hadn't been born relatively late, only nine years older than the youngest son of Little John.
It is estimated that he will also become the godfather of John Jr.'s youngest son
After all, it is outrageous for a nine-year-old child to be the godfather of a newborn child.
This is the end.
If you want to blame, blame Alexander for getting married late and giving birth late.
Just like John Jr.'s father, John, is Alex's godson.
To put it bluntly, the John family is the most trusted people of the Smith family.
