The high-rise buildings set off the charming scenery of the East Coast. Whether it was Halloween or Christmas, whether it was sunny or snowing, the air here was always so cold. Modern girls dressed in bright and beautiful clothes sat in luxury cars with lipstick and makeup. The elite white-collar workers who hurried by with briefcases always had their eyes fixed on their gold-rimmed watches. This scene was no different from Wall Street two hundred kilometers away.
Although they were all cogs in a huge machine, the people living and working here lived a life that civilians in this country could not imagine.
Of course, it was not the luxury goods on them that caused all of this, but because the capital flow that passed through here every day was converted into US dollars, enough to cover every tile of every building on the entire street.
Unlike the world-famous Wall Street, Boston Financial Street could be said to be quite low-key, just like the city of Boston. If it weren't for the fact that they could always see bits and pieces of the city in movies, books, and newspapers, perhaps even the Americans themselves would forget that this was the birthplace of American capitalism.
Of course, these were the past events of adulthood.
Of the partners who had conspired to pour the tea, there was only one left standing. Located in the most secluded corner of this financial street, a line of concise English letters was hung in the most conspicuous position of the building for every white-collar worker who wanted to establish a foothold here to look at and admire.
First National Bank of Boston, the heart of the Boston Consortium. The bank was founded in 1859, and after merging with the Bank of Massachusetts in 1903, it was still called First National Bank of Boston. As the earliest multinational bank in the United States, its growth history, to some extent, also reflected the history of the rise of American capitalism.
On the highest floor of the skyscraper, in the chairman's office, an old man with glasses stretched out his old and dry fingers and picked up the newspaper on the table.
The newspaper in Loki's hand had the words "Boston Financial Daily" on the cover, and below the title was today's headline – "SS Origin Arrives at the Kuiper Belt, About Our Future."
"About Our Future." After staying on the first line of the article for a long time, Loki suddenly raised his head and looked at Bernie Adams, who was sitting on the sofa opposite the desk. He smiled slightly, "My dear friend, what do you think?"
"My opinion is actually the same as yours. Otherwise, we wouldn't have voted so unanimously in the consortium meeting." Mr. Adams smiled faintly and took a sip of the tea. "Where did you get this tea?"
"My new farm in Ceylon is said to have been a gift from the East India Company to Her Majesty in the early nineteenth century. If you like, I can give you some, "Loki said with a smile.
"No need, just give me some seeds."
"The key to growing good tea is not just the seeds of the tea leaves, but also the techniques used to cultivate the leaves, the climate, and even the soil." Loki smiled and said, "I've done this experiment a long time ago. The same batch of seeds was planted in a farm in Ceylon while the other was planted in the back garden of my villa in Lexington. In the end, the tea leaves were completely different, be it in terms of aroma or taste."
Compared to the mainstream hobbies of the upper class such as wine, equestrian, or golf, Loki preferred to delve into tea leaves and gardening. This was also what Adams hated the most about his friend and partner. He made a helpless expression, put down the teacup in his hand and said.
"Well, let's put the tea aside first. You know I'm not here for this."
"I'm as anxious as you are, but now all we can do is wait patiently. At this juncture, any extra measures may become superfluous. We have provided the best choice to the UA people. Now all we can do is wait for them to cast the right vote. "
As Loki spoke, he turned the newspaper to the next page.
It was a report about Origin and the prospects of the future space industry.
He read this report for almost half an hour, not because the article written by the author was profound, but because he had been thinking about this matter recently.
In terms of investment projects in the space field, Celestial Trade set endless obstacles for European and American investors, but for the investment banks of the Earth Defense Alliance member states, the policy was relaxed to the point of jealousy. Although European and American investors had won a lot of benefits for themselves through the WTO, compared to the years when the space elevator was first built, their market share in the field of space resource development had gradually begun to be replaced by Xin and Xin's allies.
The B City Consortium had always supported the UA's participation in the Earth Defense Alliance because their stake in the space field far exceeded that of Rockefeller and Morgan, the two consortia that had successfully dominated Wall Street. On the contrary, the B City Consortium's investment in the military field had been gradually replaced by other consortia as early as the end of the Kennedy era.
Rockefeller and Morgan needed the world to maintain a tense and not dangerous political environment, while the B City Consortium was the opposite. If the UA wanted to move forward in the space field, it must maintain a friendly relationship with Xin. Since the end of the division of the "legacy" of the Jewish consortium, the WASP consortium had fallen apart internally. The originally united Anglo-Saxon consortium alliance had long gone their separate ways for their own interests.
"If I can, I really want to hitch a ride with them." Loki sighed and shook his head.
Just then, the phone on the desk rang.
Loki put down the newspaper in his hand and reached for the phone.
In an instant, his expression suddenly changed.
Loki switched the phone to his other hand, pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice.
"… I see. You contact Senator Van Buren for me and ask him to cancel all the arrangements in the afternoon and wait for me at the same place. Also, you personally go to the headquarters of the Washington Post and talk to him about that report. "
"What happened?" Adams noticed the expression on his friend's face and frowned slightly.
"There's a little trouble," Loki pushed the chair away and stood up, "I'm going to Capital."
"Now?" Adams was surprised.
"Yes, now."
…
"This is shameful cheating!"
Trump angrily slammed the newspaper on the desk and shouted, "You want to buy the position of the president with a few astronauts? No way! "
"We can make a big deal out of this." Standing behind the sofa where Trump was sitting, a middle-aged man lowered his head and pondered, "For example, hyping up Xin's interference in the UA election and secretly supporting John F. Kennedy …"
Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and the assistant of the campaign team ran in excitedly with a copy of the Washington Post that had just been published.
"The situation has turned around!"
"What happened?" Trump frowned, "Didn't I say it before? Don't let me see these garbage. There's nothing interesting to see written by a group of incompetent people! I don't want to know how they are jealous of me — "
"No! The Washington Post did not slander you, but … you should read it yourself! "
With that said, the assistant handed the newspaper to Trump.
Trump took the newspaper suspiciously, then looked at the page that was flipped.
The moment he saw this report, he was stunned.
At this moment, there were only two thoughts in his mind.
Is the Washington Post speaking up for him?
Did the sun rise from the west?
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