Andres didn't know about this. Hearing that Abel just wanted Orange Red to do what the mercenary did safely, he felt a little disappointed.

These Basque people.

But I have always dreamed that someone would help them restore their country!

Andres was silent for a while and said softly: "Roosevelt is so familiar with the US military. He should have a way to find a mission in the Pentagon."

"uh-huh!"

"That's what I think!"

The carriage fell silent.

After a while, Abel suddenly whispered: "There will be a chance. The Basques just don't give up!"

Andres was stunned and quickly turned his head.

But he saw Abel blinking at him.

Then I didn't speak again.

The inside of the car was quiet again.

Only two men could be heard breathing, and a beautiful girl who was sleeping soundly in the carriage and even started to snore.

This silence lasted until it was woken up by the ringing of a phone call.

"Well..." Scarlett Rose Stallone was shocked by the ringtone and showed signs of awakening.

Abel touched her head.

"Let's sleep for a while."

His voice seemed to be magical. The beautiful girl then passed a few seconds and fell asleep again.

Abel answered the phone.

"Hello Warren?"

The person who made this call was not someone else, but the legendary stock god Buffett. Since reaching an agreement with the entire company of Blue Star Future and Coca-Cola, the two have been in contact often.

Plus some secret agreements between the two. Buffett seems to have some good relationships with the Sefrosa family.

Abel and Buffett have always had a good relationship.

However, for the sake of a secret agreement, Blue Star’s future equity exchange for Coca-Cola has not been announced yet.

"Good morning. Boy. Are you in New York? I'm in New York too! An old friend wants to know you, should I come here together?"

Listening to Buffett's aging but full of energy on the phone.

Abel raised his eyebrows.

Who is it?

I actually need Buffett as the introducer to introduce him to me. People with such honors are rare in the world!

He agreed readily.

"no problem!"

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Half an hour later.

In the Upper West District, a family with a strong cultural atmosphere, it seems that it is a cafe composed of buildings from the last century.

Abel, Buffett and another old man were sitting in the hall.

The entire cafe was booked.

Except for the table in the middle, the only one left was the table outside filled with guys in various suits and ties.

Needless to say.

These guys outside are either assistants or bodyguards.

On the table in the middle, Abel shook hands and greeted Buffett, and then looked at the old man who had always been smiling.

If this old man is in a foreign country other than the United States of America, only some people who care about current affairs and financial news should know.

But if it's in America...

I believe that more than 80% of people will know the old guy in front of you.

Because his name is Jerome Powell.

The name doesn’t matter, what matters is his identity - Chairman of the Federal Reserve of America!

A foreign media has been widely circulated as an existence with greater power than the President of the United States.

A true economic emperor with the world's economic and financial nuclear buttons!

Abel did not expect it.

The one who wants to know himself through Buffett is actually Jerome Powell.

"Hello! Mr. Powell, it's a 10-point honor to see you!" Abel said politely without being humble or cheating.

"Hello. Young Abel Sefrosa!" Jerome Powell smiled and shook hands with Abel, and then the two sat down.

Buffett joked: "I remember! When Jerome was young, he shook hands with this guy, Grandpa Zeng at this table in this cafe..."
Chapter completed!