"Yes, Your Majesty," the maid hesitated for a moment and said softly, "It is rumored that Daven Warburg will become the patriarch of the Warburg family."

"So this time he held a banquet on behalf of the Warburg family, and all the upper class people in North America came for the Warburg family."

The maid paused for a moment, then continued, "Even many Jews call him the 'Jewish Prince'!"

"Jewish prince." Michaela Cohen showed a sarcastic look at the corner of her mouth.

Served by her maid, she put on a bracelet that symbolized a Jewish priest: "I've heard that the Warburg family is known as the Jewish royal family, and now there's a prince."

Michaela Cohen said sarcastically: "If you are so ambitious, why don't you establish a Jewish state?"

After putting on the bracelet, Michaela Cohen looked at Fang Zuo with her beautiful eyes.

Full of tenderness and sweetness.

I was afraid that Fang Zuo didn’t understand what I meant.

He explained in a low voice: "The Warburg family is the chief architect of the Federal Reserve. This family has accumulated a huge fortune by financing large wars such as the Franco-Prussian War and the World Wars."

“It is now one of the major Jewish families in the Federal Reserve, and its banks are spread all over the world.”

"I don't care who he is. I just want to find out some information about northern New York." Fang Zuo said.

"Don't worry, those who are coming this time are all dignitaries from North America. I will help you find out which suspicious facilities there are in northern New York." Michaela Cohen nodded.

I wish I could stay in the man's arms and never leave.

If there weren't a few maids watching, she would have already taken her man's arm.

But even so.

The other maids were also somewhat surprised by the other party's attitude.

But anyway.

Nor would one associate the priest with this ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Fang Zuo followed Michaela Cohen out of the hotel.

A customized pink Rolls-Royce was parked at the door.

In order to avoid unnecessary complications, Fang Zuo sat in the passenger seat.

soon.

The convoy drove to a luxurious manor.

"parking!!"

Several security guards wearing tactical vests stopped Michaela Cohen's convoy.

After a maid in the first car handed over the card.

The security guards quickly let us in.

Then we went through several security lines.

A handsome man with blond hair stood in front of the gate of the manor.

He was the initiator of this banquet.

Daven Warburg.

He smiled and waited for the arrival of Michaela Cohen's motorcade.

Straighten your back.

The etiquette of standing posture is impeccable.

After the convoy stopped.

He hurriedly stood in front of the rear door of Michaela Cohen's pink Rolls-Royce.

A gentleman's bow.

Offer Michaela Cohen a hand.

But what surprised him was.

The door of the car I was waiting for did not open.

Instead, the rear door on the passenger side opened.

Michaela Cohen jumped down holding Fang Zuo's arm.

This made the handsome blond man stunned.

After slightly suppressing his smile, he immediately restored his expression.

As if nothing had happened.

He walked around the front of the car and glanced at Fang Zuo first.

Then he once again performed the Jewish salute to Michaela Cohen.

"Your Excellency Priest Michael Abraham Cohen, we are finally here to see you." Daven Warburg was meticulous in the ancient Jewish etiquette and had obviously received rigorous training:

"The last time I went to Los Angeles to visit Your Majesty, I heard that you were out relaxing. "This time, I learned that Your Majesty could come to my place to attend the banquet. This is an honor for the Warburg family and my supreme honor. On behalf of the Warburg family, I sincerely welcome your arrival."

"God is with the Warburg family." Michaela Cohen nodded without changing her expression. "I have heard a lot about Davin Warburg in North America."

"A Jewish prince, huh?"

“Just a while ago, I heard someone mention it.”

"Your Majesty, I am sorry to make you laugh." Daven Warburg waved his hands in embarrassment. "It is obvious that someone who is not on good terms with the Warburg family is framing me."

"The Warburg family will always be loyal servants of our Lord"

"Okay, come in." Michaela Cohen didn't respond and walked in first.

Fang Zuo followed closely behind her.

"Who is this?" Daven Warburg looked at Fang Zuo with a frown.

As early as several security checkpoints ahead, someone had reported the presence of this strange middle-aged man with Michaela Cohen.

He didn't care much at that time.

Now it seems that Michaela Cohen trusts him very much.

"This is my guard." Michaela Cohen turned around and said coldly, "What? Are you going to interrogate me?"

"Of course not. Your Majesty, you are joking." Daven Warburg quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's just that the people who came to the banquet this time were all North American politicians and business tycoons, so the security was a bit stricter."

"As the host of the banquet, of course I have to ask about your identity. Your Majesty, please don't be offended."

"He's from the Temple, and he's a Temple Guard." Michaela Cohen said calmly, "Why, do you want to give him a try?"

Jewish Temple?

Daven Warburg was stunned, and the slight doubt in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Only guards sent by the Temple could get so close to Michaela Cohen.

Everything is taken for granted.

"Your Majesty, please come in!" Daven Warburg said with his head down.

Michaela Cohen snorted coldly and walked in with Fang Zuo.

Daven Warburg slowly raised his head and looked at the other party who didn't take him seriously at all.

There was a look of slight annoyance in his eyes.

Flash by.

What era is this?

The priests of this religion are still so arrogant.

If those old guys hadn't been so loyal to their Jewish beliefs.

If it weren't for His Majesty, he could communicate with the Jewish Temple.

Hum. Daven Wahlberg looked at Michaela Cohen's graceful back.

My heart was burning with joy.

This noble bloodline is just right for me.

The identity of a Jewish prince.

Fang Zuo followed Michaela Cohen into the room on the red carpet.

He glanced around the hall briefly.

Crystal chandeliers cast golden beams onto the marble floor.

Guests dressed in suits and gowns were chatting in groups of three or four.

"Soros, I heard that the $60 billion you were going to use to short India was seized by the Indian government?" An old man with silver hair laughed.

"Hmph, those maggots in the toilet don't follow the rules at all. I've never seen a country so shameless." An old man put his wine glass on the table fiercely: "I will definitely find a way to make them pay. Buffett, just wait and see."

"You are here to lobby Vice President Vance today, right? But even if the Washington government helps you, I'm afraid those damn cesspools on the earth won't spit out your money." Buffett shook his head.

"Over the years, companies from many countries have lost every penny of their earnings in India to fines under various pretexts."

"Not to mention your short selling funds."

Fang Zuo and Michaela Cohen listened to these wealthy people chatting in groups of three or four.

"In addition to those giant chaebols and families, there are quite a few independent wealthy people here." Michaela Cohen whispered in Fang Zuo's ear.

She knew her man barely knew these guys.

In his eyes, they are all no different from ants: "Although they are all world-class tycoons, they are still not good enough in front of Jewish families, Anzac consortiums, and even Japanese chaebols."

Fang Zuo glanced at these guys.

Sure enough, most of the yang fires on the top of the head and shoulders were extremely strong.

They are all guys with a little luck.

Michaela Cohen continued in Fang Zuo's ear:

"The reason they accepted Daven Warburg's invitation and came here is because Daven Warburg held a banquet to cater to President Trump's global infrastructure plan."

“They come here to see if there is a piece of the pie to be shared.”

“Also, this is a good opportunity to approach and lobby government officials.”

At this time.

Daven Wahlberg took to the stage.

He straightened his bow tie.

Full of joy.

He took the microphone and said: "Dear gentlemen and ladies, first of all, as a Jew, I would like to thank you for your support for the anti-Jewish bill. Those who come here are friends of Jews all over the world."

"The guests at this banquet are all entrepreneurs who have stood at the top of the business world in recent decades."

"The combined wealth of everyone is enough to shake some countries."

"Dear distinguished guests, you also represent the emerging wealth of this planet."

"So, I named this banquet the 'New Order' Dinner."

There was warm applause from the audience.

"Everyone, thank you again for coming to the new order hosted by the Warburg family." Daven Warburg said with a smile:

"Now I am very honored to invite Vice President Vance to give a speech at our New Order Dinner."

Not far away.

Vice President Vance walked onto the stage wearing a navy blue suit.

The front pocket of the suit is inlaid with the Trump badge in 24K gold foil.

He said in a contemptuous tone: "Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, we are only talking about business, not politics... Of course, business itself is politics."

There was a sudden applause from the audience.

At this time.

Michaela Cohen took him to a middle-aged man with a red wine glass.

"Mr. Huo Chu, long time no see." Michaela Cohen raised her glass and nodded slightly.

"Your Highness Michaela Cohen, it's my honor to meet you." The middle-aged man quickly raised his glass and clinked it lightly. "Your beauty makes all the women in the audience pale in comparison. Not everyone is lucky enough to meet you."

"Mr. Huo Chu, you're joking. I have a question for you." Michaela Cohen said as she took a sip of red wine.

"Your Highness Michaela Cohen, please speak." The middle-aged man looked around with a little pride.

Many eyes were focused here.

It was obvious that the men around were envious of themselves for being able to talk to this noble Jewish priestess.

Not only beauty.

Especially because of her status.

"I just came to New York and wanted to see something unusual," said Michaela Cohen. "As the governor of New York State, Mr. Hochu should be able to give me some good advice."

"Oh, by the way, let's start from the north. I can go all the way from north to south."

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"But it should be a little surprising. The more surprising the better."

"I know it very well, Your Majesty. I have been in New York for more than ten years." Huo Chu said with a smile:

"You must visit PepsiCo Sculpture Park in North New York, which contains sculptures by world masters, and the Storm King Art Center. That's where..."

"I think Mr. Huo Chu has misunderstood." Michaela Cohen interrupted the other party and said:

"I need something a little more surprising, and I've been to all these famous places that no one knows about."

"Oh, this." The Governor of New York State, Huo Chu, smiled awkwardly: "That's a bit difficult for me, but I know someone who knows this."

"I will introduce someone to Your Majesty. He should know a lot of places like this."

Speaking of.

Huo Chu waved to the crowd.

Soon a middle-aged man came jogging over.

He bent over, licked his face and smiled: "Your Majesty, Governor, it is an honor to talk to you two here."

"Eric Adams." Huo Chu frowned. "Stop talking nonsense, my Lord wants to ask you what is the amazing place in northern New York? Do you know?"

"Surprising place?" Eric Adams was stunned.

"You, the mayor of New York City, are not only good at corruption, right? The latest statistics on your approval rating show that it is only a shameful 6%." Huo Chu shook his head: "Give Your Majesty a detailed introduction to northern New York. Sometimes you have to seize opportunities on your own."

"Of course, of course. Thank you both for thinking highly of me." Eric Adams took out a hand towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Northern New York is rather desolate. There really isn't anything worth visiting."

“There are only sculpture parks.”

"Surprise!!! Note that it is surprise." Huo Chu shook his head and interrupted Eric Adams: "Your Majesty should be surprised."

"Who wouldn't know the attractions you mentioned? You idiot!!"

"Yes, yes. Your Majesty, let me think about it carefully." Eric Adams wiped his head vigorously, with an embarrassed look on his face: "There are only so many cultural landscapes in northern New York, and many natural landscapes are also polluted. It is not very suitable for tourism."

"Polluted?" Fang Zuo decisively grasped the key word.

He said calmly: "Where is it polluted and why is it polluted?"

Eric Adams looked at Fang Zuo blankly.

It seemed that I just realized that there was a fourth person in this corner.

He turned his inquiring gaze towards Michaela Cohen tentatively.

"He is my bodyguard, and he asks the same questions I want to ask." Michaela Cohen nodded.

"Um, this, this," the mayor of New York City was speechless for a moment, as if he was trying to smooth over what he had just let slip.

Just at this moment.

There was a noisy sound outside.

then.

There was a loud bang.

It interrupted all conversation among the guests in the room.

A group of people suddenly rushed in, breaking open the door.

Holding hands.

Lying straight on the ground.

Everyone looked at the strange actions of these uninvited guests in surprise.

A group of security personnel immediately followed in from the gate.

"I'm sorry, my Lords."

The security personnel quickly leaned over and tried to carry these guys out.

But this group of weird guys had already handcuffed the feet of all their people together.

Then they all took off their coats.

Men and women showed their naked bodies.

Their bodies of various skin colors were sprayed with big red words in paint.

"Refuse pollution, refuse to eat meat, give us back our planet!!"

"Bury the Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant Completely!!"

"The whole of New York will be contaminated by nuclear radiation!!"

Then the group of guys shouted slogans together.

I saw security personnel rushing up to move them away.

The group held on to the pillar tightly.

"What's going on? Who are they?" Daven Warburg shouted angrily at the crowd that broke in.

“We are New York’s environmentalists.”

"Don't touch us!!"

Several others pulled out rainbow-colored panties and waved them over their heads.

All the wealthy people present now felt a headache.

Finally I know who these guys are.

Anyone who has run a business in North America knows about these organizations.

From an anthill to a bird's nest.

They can protest until their own businesses shut down.

The loss was tens of millions of dollars.

And when they demonstrate, they are not afraid of being beaten or dying.

Some even directly crawled under the car.

Those who were originally going to threaten them were so frightened that they never dared to come near again.

In short, this environmental protection organization has made these wealthy people miserable.

But they are environmentalists, black people, and rainbow people.

These BUFFs are added layer by layer.

It is simply an invincible existence.

I don't dare to provoke him openly.

There is nothing we can do to them secretly.

After all, up to now, we still can’t find out who is behind the scenes.

"How did they get in?" Daven Warburg shouted angrily, "Damn you, you actually let a bunch of guys sneak into my manor."

"Are you all blind? Did you buy all those surveillance devices for nothing?"

Daven Warburg's face turned red with anger.

A good party of mine was ruined by these guys.

"We don't know, sir. Not even the surveillance equipment caught them how they got here."

Fang Zuo stared at the group of guys expressionlessly.

People here can't see it.

But that doesn't mean he can't see it.

These guys have a faint teleportation spiritual power.

Obviously someone is helping them behind the scenes.

Plus they look normal though.

But his eyes were dull and his seven spirits were dim.

Even one of the three souls is missing.

Obviously being controlled by someone.

Moreover, this control technique is very familiar.

Even if it is not a Taoist technique, it is not far behind.

"What is this Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant they are talking about?" Fang Zuo turned his head and asked.

"Um, this..." Beads of sweat appeared on Eric Adams' head.

He kept wiping and wiping.

"Eric Adams, you damn guy, you better tell me quickly." New York Governor Hochu next to him also felt that something was wrong.

He shouted loudly: "You have attracted all these guys here, and you still want to hide it?"

"Alas~~The Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant is the contaminated place I just mentioned." Eric Adams sighed with an unpleasant expression:

“It also happens to be in upstate New York.”

"In 2015, a transformer exploded near the No. 3 reactor, triggering an emergency shutdown. Later, fearing the risk of nuclear material leakage, the reactor was shut down directly."

"It seems... it seems like there is really nuclear radiation around here recently."

"You bastard, why didn't you report it to the state government?" Huo Chu was furious after hearing this, and reached out to grab Eric Adams' collar tightly.

I wish I could strangle him to death.

If this guy had reported it earlier, he could have led the team to cover it up.

Now even these damn environmentalists know about it.

How can I hide it?

I believe the media will know soon.

This damn mayor of New York has brought harm to himself as the governor.

Fang Zuo ignored their worries.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant.

It also happens to be in upstate New York.

Everything is so coincidental, which means it is there.

And there are these guys whose souls are controlled by magic.

This kind of magic.

Who is this expert? (End of this chapter)