Chapter 245 The First Daughter of France

In the brightly lit embassy, ​​upbeat dance music floated back and forth, and noisy sounds rose and fell.

Men and women were enthusiastically crowded together in the hall, in groups of three or four, holding wine glasses or bottles, drinking, chatting, playing games, dancing, laughing, etc.

If it weren't October, there would be many hot girls in bikinis playing in the outdoor swimming pool.

Even though the weather was cold, the outdoor area was still hung with decorative lights, and there were many people walking around and chatting outside.

Flaunting, noisy, and lively, this is how American parties are.

"This is an American party, I hope you don't feel constrained, Claude."

Milo said this to Claude Chirac, and because there were so many people around him, he had to raise his voice.

"No, not at all." Claude shook his head immediately, but after being stared at by Milo for a few minutes, he smiled bitterly and raised his hand: "Well, it is indeed a bit noisy."

"If you really feel it's inappropriate, you can..." Milo gestured and didn't continue.

"Thank you, I will." Claude nodded.

Although nominally this cocktail party tonight is a celebration held by the U.S. Embassy in France to commemorate the 219th anniversary of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the United States and France.

As we all know, even if Americans don't admit it, the French don't really admit it either.

But everyone knows that the real founding father of the United States is not Washington.

But the man who emptied the national treasury back then supported the thirteen North American states in their anti-British movement.

So much so that his Majesty Louis XVI was beheaded.

There was no support action by Louis XVI and other European countries that wanted to hinder the British Empire.

Even if the Thirteen States of North America were ten times more powerful, they would not be able to withstand the Great Yin Empire of that time.

Claude Chirac wanted to decline, but Milot kept persuading him.

"Come on, Claude, haven't you ever been to an American party? Besides, everyone will be there, and it wouldn't be nice to miss you," he said.

In this case, Claude had no choice but to agree.

Of course she had attended American parties before. She couldn't say she liked them but she didn't hate them either. But tonight they seemed a little noisy.

Milo obviously saw this, so he took the time to come over and ask her and said the above to her.

Of course, Claude Chirac was not the only one attending the party. In fact, Claude's sister, brother-in-law and their entire family also participated.

There are also people like Nicolas Paul-Stefane Sarkozy De Nagy-Bogiau, the current French government budget minister, and Robert Mann, the current French minister of economy, finance and industry, or the head of the first foreign affairs committee of the Elysee Palace, as well as the partners and friends they brought with them.

As for Claude Chirac, she is currently nothing. She does not hold any position in the Elysee Palace or other local authorities in France.

However, she is called "France's No. 1 Consultant" by many French media.

This is because her father officially ran for the highest power in France two years ago.

During this process, Claude Chirac has been advising his father.

She has a good image and attracted a large number of votes from centrists and female voters for her father.

So compared to his sister Laurence, Claude Chirac is undoubtedly more outstanding and has a special status in the current Elysee Palace.

Although Claude is nominally only the "press liaison consultant" of the Elysee Palace.

But what is widely known is that this slim and beautiful woman can have a strong enough influence on Chirac.

That's why she's here tonight.

After all, there is no doubt that no matter which country it is.

Diplomatic relations with the United States are often the most important diplomatic task of this country.

Because it was not high enough, the owner of the Elysee Palace did not come in person.

But in order to show that the Elysee Palace attaches great importance to Americans, the owner of the Elysee Palace sent his favorite second daughter.

And the eldest daughter’s family.

It can be said that it is taken very seriously.

Ms. Claude Chirac is exactly 32 years old this year.

It may be because of her reputation, or it may be other reasons.

Leonard Woodcock, the American ambassador to France, assigned Milo and Claude together.

After the banquet, the two of them got along very happily.

And because tonight's party is hosted by Americans.

Americans are world-famous for their extravagant parties.

Even in such diplomatic occasions, it is much more noisy than that of other countries.

Not to mention that everyone was informed before participating, even though this was a foreign affairs activity.

But this was not formal, but a special diplomatic reception for private gatherings between the American Pavilion and local French influential figures.

So everyone can relax and have some fun.

Of course.

Milo would not spend all his time on this beautiful "First Senior Counsellor of France".

"Hi, Nicola, how do you feel?" Milo came to the French Minister of Budget Nicolas Paul Stephane Sarkozy Denadji Bogiu.

The Minister of Budget shook his hand enthusiastically. The other party was talking to Leonard Woodcock at the moment.

"Hi, Milo. What do you think? I thought that guy wasn't that easy to deal with, right?" Sako patted his arm intimately.

He glanced at Claude, and his meaning was very clear.

"She told me that she has a boyfriend. But it doesn't matter. At least she said she thinks I'm nice, just too young." Milo waved his hand indifferently.

"Haha... I know Claude's boyfriend, he's a social critic. I always hate people like this, they all think they should be in charge of the work of the Elysian Palace. But if they really have this ability, then why don't they really participate?"

Sarkoqi said sarcastically.

"This world is not that simple. It's not that easy to do something or not to do something! They can't manage a country just by making some comments in newspapers, on the radio and on TV!"

It is obvious that the Budget Minister hates those social critics and journalists who keep talking about his political achievements and work ability.

"Okay. Let's not talk about these things that make us unhappy."

Milo looked at Leonard Woodcock, who winked at him.

He understood and smiled, changing the subject: "Let's get back to the theme of tonight's banquet. I propose that we raise a toast to celebrate the 219th anniversary of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the United States and France!"

"Okay!" Sarkozy raised his glass with Milo cheerfully. He looked heroic, which was in stark contrast to his height, which was obviously less than 1.7 meters.

After chatting for a while, Sakoqi went to find others to drink.

He could tell that Milo wanted to say something to Leonard Woodcock.

After this French dwarf, who is not good-looking now and can only rank in the top 50 in French politics, but will become the owner of the Elysee Palace in ten years, leaves.

The American envoy said softly, "I hinted at it, but he didn't say anything. It's very obvious that Robert Mann and others will not say it directly. Perhaps the only person who can talk to you is the daughter of the owner of the Elysee Palace."

Milo nodded slightly as Leonard Woodcock spoke.

It's simple.

Isn't Milo in France?

A country that is relatively independent and autonomous compared to the current United States.

Less influenced by the United States.

Milo wants to do some big things here, such as acquiring a few companies.

Then he had to be hypocritical with some of the local tyrants here.

As mentioned above, the influence of the United States on France is relatively small. But it is by no means non-existent. On the contrary, for many people in the Elysee Palace, maintaining a good relationship with the Americans is a must.

So we're taking advantage of this foreign affairs cocktail party tonight which is for private gathering.

Miloto Leonard Woodcock is doing himself a favour and that is he hopes the Elysee Palace will remain silent on his next actions.

Some even support him in return, such as his ongoing acquisition of LVMH.

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But it is obvious that few of these people are willing to express their opinions directly.

This is normal.

And Leonard Woodcock now judged the influence of all present on the owner of the Elysee Palace.

I guess all of them combined are not as good as Claude Chirac.

That's what Leonard Woodcock thought before the reception began.

That's why he arranged for Milo to sit at the same table with Claude.

"Okay. I understand." Milo nodded, and he looked at Leonard Woodcock, "Thank you, Leonard. I just told France's top advisor that I wanted to meet with her father in private. But she politely refused, although she said that she actually wanted her father to see me. But she also said that her father would probably not agree. I hate the French euphemism. They think it's euphemism, but I think it's red tape and verbose."

Leonard Woodcock shrugged his shoulders. The plenipotentiary envoy sent by Zipperton said:

"But there's nothing we can do about it. That's the French. They call it romance."

Then both Americans started laughing.

Milo stood alone for a while while Leonard Woodcock left to do his work.

Then he called Kenny, who was dressed as a waiter and serving wine and food.

Then he whispered something to Kenny.

If someone who didn't know what was happening saw this, they would definitely think that he was instructing the waiter to do something.

But in reality...

About half an hour later.

The party was going on, and the banquet hall and the outer courtyard were basically packed. However, although it was lively, if you were not careful, you could still get into some accidents, such as...

"careful!"

Milo, who was talking to someone at the stairs, rushed forward and hugged the girl who had fallen down because she accidentally sprained her ankle while trying to avoid a waitress.

However, although he caught the other person, he failed to keep his balance and took several steps back. He only stopped after his back hit the wall with a slight sound.

"It's okay, it's okay here." Although his back was a little painful, he still forced a smile to the people around him who were looking at him.

"Oh, no, Claude. What's wrong with you? Are you okay?!" Lawrence hurried down the stairs and reached out to take his sister from Milo's arms.

"Wait, Lawrence." Milo stopped her, "Claude doesn't seem to be doing well."

Claude Chirac in his arms looked slightly pale, and he leaned on him and seemed unable to stand steadily.

"What's wrong? What's the problem?" Seeing his sister like this, Lawrence said in a panic, a little lost.

"Don't worry, Claude might have sprained her ankle," Milo said as he picked Claude up and strode upstairs. "I'll take her to her room. Please go find Leonard and Lawrence and ask them to send someone with a first aid kit to Room 16 upstairs."

He walked up to the second floor with great speed.

Lawrence downstairs stretched out his hand, wanting to say that there was no need to do this if it was just a sprained ankle.

Moreover, this is the US Embassy, ​​so there will definitely be corresponding professional medical staff.

Just let Claude wait here.

Even if the condition is really serious, there will be nurses and doctors coming to check and provide assistance.

There is no need for you, a guest, to provide such a big assistance to another guest, right?

But Milo's movements were too fast and too continuous.

Lawrence is not as smart and sharp as her sister, she is even a little timid.

Plus, this isn't her familiar home or the Elysee Palace.

Lawrence hesitated only for a moment.

Milo had already carried Claude upstairs.

Milo, holding Claude, had already arrived in front of Room 16.

After he opened the door and went in, he was about to put Claude down from his arms, but Milo realized that the other party had already put his arms around his neck at some point, and a pair of beautiful and wise eyes were looking at him.

"Claude?" he tried calling.

Claude's body shook slightly, then he reacted and struggled to get off the ground: "Oh... Sorry, thank you. You hit me pretty hard just now, does it hurt?"

"Okay, don't talk for now, sit down and let me see you." Milo didn't say much, he gently put her on the chair, then squatted down and lifted her sprained leg and put it in his arms, then took off her shoes and socks.

"Milo...I..." the girl called out hesitantly.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay."

Milo seemed to have heard nothing. He held her foot and carefully observed the ankle. After a few minutes, he looked up and smiled:

"Okay, it's just a little red. Luckily, it's nothing serious. You can continue walking after a short rest."

"Um...ah...thank you." Claude lowered his head awkwardly, as if he had something to say but didn't know how to say it.

"What's wrong?" Milo raised his head and asked after seeing Claude's reaction.

He even suspected that this clever woman might have seen something.

Although I arranged it very cleverly.

But these people who play politics, even if they are women, as long as they can play it well, they are all people with a million tricks.

But it doesn't matter.

It doesn’t matter if you can see it.

The key point is that the two are alone now, and everyone saw what happened just now.

For Milo, that was enough.

(End of this chapter)