Chapter 1112 - Aircraft Carrier Battle Group (1/2)

Translator: _Min_  Editor: Rainystars

The Wall Street.

In the conference room on the top floor of the Morgan Stanley Building, Daniel Morgan leaned back in his chair and listened quietly to the explanation of the company’s last quarterly earnings.

Some time ago, using the “doom-day conspiracy” and the havoc created by the establishment of the Noah’s Ark Fund, the space companies in Silicon Valley and Seattle formed one after another and led to a new frenzy of space exploration interest never seen for half a century.

As the leader of Wall Street investors, Morgan Stanley certainly wished to get its hands on a piece of this pie.

However, the defense tax introduced by Celestial Trade cooled down the frenzy instantly like a bucket of ice, cold water over the heads of new space companies in Silicon Valley and Seattle.

Of course, this didn’t pain it the most. As a world-class investment bank, it was certainly impossible for its managers to put all the eggs in the same basket. Morgan Stanley not only invested in Silicon Valley and Seattle companies, but it also invested all over the world, and even some aerospace companies listed in Xin have its name on the shareholder list.

What really pained it was another event.

The 100 billion US dollars Noah’s Ark Fund was forced to be dissolved because of a bill passed by Congress. Morgan Stanley and Rockefeller consortium were forced to withstand the pressure of the elite class and return their principal investment and even lost 5.1 billion in fees.

The Wall Street indeed had a lot of influence on Congress. Many Members accepted their “donations”, but no one could ever say they had absolute control over Congress.

Whether it was the fallen Jewish consortium or the WASP that was the new leader in the Wall Street.

It was all politics.

The separation of powers provided the opportunity for capitalism to prosper, but it would never allow the capitalists to drain all the nutrients from the soil. When everyone filled the streets to protest against the “escapism of the elites”, and demanded the government to set an example, even the congress members that accepted money must consider the voters in their own constituency.

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“Let’s end here for now.” Daniel Morgan raised his hand and interrupted the manager at the bottom of the performance ratings as he was anxiously reporting on his work. “Kevin, go and prepare, HR will talk to you about work.”

The manager’s mood immediately dropped to the bottom of the valley and sweat profusely appeared on his forehead.

Daniel didn’t care about the expression on his face, and he waved his hand wearily.

“That’s it.”

Everyone in the room was relieved and left in a hurry, for fear that the boss may pick on them if they stayed a second longer. Everyone knew very well that the boss was not in a good mood, and it was not the best choice to leave an impression now.

In the eyes of others, they may all be leading six-figure or even seven-figure elites. They sat in the office drinking coffee and managed over tens of millions in funds. However, only they themselves know how careful they had to be to keep this glamorous appearance.

Wall Street never lacked talent. Apart from the capital itself, no one was irreplaceable.

After the meeting, Daniel stared at the financial report on the table, and he felt flustered.

These days, Carmen’s final words had lingered in his mind.

“You will regret the choice you made today…?”

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Daniel repeated this sentence and muttered. Sometimes Daniel also thought, what if he had helped the Rothschild family at that time, just like what his father did in the “Kristallnacht” of World War II. If so, would everything be different?

Just then, the phone on the table shook.

He shook his head and drove the unrealistic thought out of his mind, Daniel picked up the phone.

“Hello?”