novelaction Chapter 1427 Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's de
Chapter 1427 Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's de
As soon as Da Bao's plane took off, the CIA received the news. CIA Director Sullivan listened to his subordinates' report, his brow furrowing slightly.
The subordinate then reported,
"Queen Elizabeth has personally called the President to say that her godson is coming and to ask the President to take care of him. The President's special assistant has just spoken to the Secretary of State to provide special protection for the Duke of Charlotte and ensure his safety in the country."
Sullivan sighed and pinched his temples. He knew exactly what Da Baolai was up to; after all, Anthony was one of his men, and that wasn't hard to find out.
He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He had agreed to the Black family's conditions, and now he had lost more than he gained. He reported that Anthony had died on a mission, and his family received a large sum of compensation, which was a relief.
But what should he do if the Duke of Charlotte comes to America? He certainly wouldn't dare to act behind her back; if he did, not only would he have to replace the president, but he would also have to change presidents.
Sullivan tapped the table with his finger.
"Open a file and have someone keep a close watch on Duke Charlotte 24 hours a day. I need to know everything about him, including what color underwear he's wearing today. But it must be kept secret. We absolutely cannot alert him, otherwise it could cause an international dispute between our two countries. The result would probably be my resignation and your dismissal."
His subordinate cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I'm always the one who gets the credit when things go well, but I'm always the one who has to take the blame."
Meanwhile, the Black and Morgan families also received the news. For them, it was no secret that Da Bao was a major shareholder behind HSBC and Standard Chartered.
The Black family also owns a bank, and the Morgan family are financial tycoons, so they all have reservations about the American company, Da Baolai.
Richard Black was unaware that Da Bao already knew about his plan. He was very interested in Da Bao's trip to America, and for this reason, he specially invited his granddaughter Annie.
Anne is 1.72 meters tall, with a delicate face and a curvaceous figure—she's absolutely stunning, a true beauty.
Anne is eighteen years old and a student at Columbia University, an Ivy League school. Ever since she was old enough to understand, she has known that her final fate is an arranged marriage, so she lives a very indulgent, even decadent, life, changing boyfriends almost every day.
Old Richard called his granddaughter over hoping she would behave herself, but as soon as he saw her, his head started to ache again. Annie was wearing a top that showed her belly button and a very short skirt. If she had added an apron, she would have looked exactly like a bar hostess, the kind of woman who could be groped by men at any time.
Old Richard tapped his cane forcefully.
"What are you doing? Why are you dressed like this? As a young lady of the Black family, your first duty is to be dignified and reserved, not to act like a wanton dancer."
"If you really want to live like a dancer, I wouldn't mind sending you to a bar in Manhattan, and from then on, you'd be no longer a member of the Black family."
Annie was taken aback. Her grandfather usually doted on her, so what was wrong with him today?
Old Richard continued.
"I know you resist the arranged marriage from the bottom of your heart, but I'm telling you, this is your fate. You have no choice. There are only two paths in front of you: one is to quickly take off this damned dress, put away your lewd appearance, and try your best to be dignified and adapt to being a duchess."
Another option is to die, your body rotting away in the darkest corner of Manhattan, your corpse gnawed by rats, and the Black family will pretend we never had a son like you.
Anne began to tremble. She only resisted the arranged marriage, never intending to give up her current privileged life. At Columbia University, she had a large following and could bully whomever she wanted without anyone daring to utter a word of dissent. The reason was that she was the eldest daughter of the Black family, powerful and influential, and no one dared to offend her.
But once she lost the aura of the Black family, she would be worse than even the lowest waitress in a bar. The thought sent chills down her spine. Anne quickly said.
"Grandpa, don't worry, I'll go change my clothes right away."
After saying that, she quickly went upstairs to her room. Fifteen minutes later, she washed off all the heavy makeup on her face, put on only light makeup, changed into a white-collar suit, and then came downstairs.
Seeing this outfit, old Richard nodded in satisfaction. Sure enough, a sapling won't grow straight without pruning, and now that it's been trimmed, it looks much better.
Old Richard gave her a few more careful instructions, and Annie, feigning meekness, readily agreed.
After Annie said goodbye to her grandfather and left the room, she got into the latest limited edition Ferrari sports car. Her face was contorted, and she yelled as she started the engine.
"You old bastard, I'll smash your dog head in one of these days!"
As she floored the accelerator and sped out of Black's estate, Da Bao's plane had already landed at New York Airport, where Henry Hamilton was waiting on the tarmac.
As soon as he saw Da Bao get off the plane, he smiled and went up to greet him with open arms.
"Welcome, my brother! I've been waiting for you so long!"
Their friendship was incredibly strong; they had risked their lives together, and now they had a share of the pirate treasure—five hundred million dollars. Even his father, old Hamilton, said that his son had made a truly worthwhile friend this time.
The two walked side by side toward the car, with Uncle Qing and Henry's men following closely behind.
"Charlotte, what's your purpose in coming to America this time?"
Da Bao nodded.
"I'd like to open a financial investment company in New York, mainly dealing in futures and stocks. What do you think? Any problems?"
Henry laughed heartily.
"What's the problem? It's just a small favor. Where would you like to locate the company? I'll have someone find you a place right away."
Wall Street!
Henry Hamilton was taken aback; they had already reached the car, and the secretary hurried over and opened the car door.
After Da Bao got in, Henry got in as well, while the secretary and Qing Shu rode in another car.
Henry Hamilton spoke after the vehicle started moving.
"Brother, Wall Street is the world's financial center, but the waters there are murky. There's no good person on Wall Street. Even though you're very powerful, you're not on the same wavelength as these people who do investment."
Let me give you a piece of advice: never act impulsively...
Da Bao smiled slightly.
"Henry, there's an old Chinese saying, 'Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den.' My trip to Wall Street is to show them what it means to go bankrupt..."
Henry Hamilton fell silent. His family also had a financial firm on Wall Street, and many American families even had banks and companies there. But for Charlotte to barge in like this was far too dangerous…