Chapter 128 You will be the next person in charge

April in New York is always sunny, breezy and bright.

The key temperature is not high, the average temperature throughout the day is about 14 degrees.

The temperature is around 20 degrees during the day when the sun is out, and often drops below 10 degrees at night.

It is also one of the best months for people from other places to visit New York.

The weather was great, and it was a weekend and April Fools' Day.

Many people travel from New York to the wider New York metropolitan area.

Just like people from other places, they travel thousands of miles to travel to New York.

Snap! From the moment he started his swing to the moment the ball left the tee, Milo's eyes naturally focused on the top of the tee.

The only way to know if the ball was hit is to see if it is still there, and then you can go and see the result.

A beautiful parabola was drawn, but it was a little bit away from the direction of the hole. Well, it was very away.

"You should practice your ball skills more..."

“Bang!”

As soon as Don Gimp finished speaking, he swung the club and hit the golf ball out.

Milo was wearing sunglasses, so you couldn't see the change in his eyes.

However, Jinpu could tell from the way he shrugged while holding the club that the young man didn't care whether he was a good golfer or not.

"I enjoy the ease of playing golf. This is what I think is the charm of this sport. Good or bad balls have no meaning to me. It's just swinging the club!"

Milo had a faint smile on his face, with a hint of meaning in his words, and handed the club to the caddy.

He said this as he and Gimp walked towards the golf cart parked not far away, taking off the white leather glove on his left hand.

The two are now at the Don Gimpel National Golf Club, a 45-minute drive from Manhattan.

The site is located in Bedminster, New Jersey, covers approximately 535 acres (2.17 square kilometers) and has two 18-hole golf courses.

Because of its real estate and hotel business, Jinpu has many golf clubs similar to this one across the United States.

This one in New Jersey, closest to New York, is the best one.

However, today, the golf club announced that it was closed for maintenance.

On the huge golf course, there were only Milo and Gimp at this time.

and their large entourage, bodyguards and assistants.

"Tang, come and sit down and take a rest."

Milo sat in the golf cart with a sunny smile showing all his white teeth, and he didn't look embarrassed at all because of his poor golf skills.

"Okay, okay, hey, I am tired too."

Kim Pu came running over and wanted to squeeze in the same row with Milo, but when he was almost next to the golf cart.

He bent down smoothly and sat down in the row behind Milo.

"Don, believe me. Don't worry. At least in San Francisco and Los Angeles you can be as free as in New York."

"Of course I believe you."

"This thing is a success. We're going to make a lot of money, and I mean a lot."

“Can it be listed?”

"The spun-off company will take off on Wall Street like a rocket. You know, I invested $5 million in Yahoo, and now the shares are worth $500 million. And they are still increasing in value. Recently, even DuPont and Mellon sent me emails."

"Consortium investment?"

"No, it's a family investment trust."

"Milo, you should run for president, you will succeed!"

"I like what you said, but I'm not yet thirty-five, so I can't be a candidate."

“…”

Milo and the golden-haired old man played with the water for a while.

They mainly talked about the new real estate company that the two of them had recently jointly established.

The name of the new real estate company is "There are many houses".

Abbreviated as TMH.

Translated into Chinese it means Fang Duoduo.

This company will mainly engage in real estate agency business and also run as a normal real estate company.

It means building houses and selling them.

However, Milo is already in Silicon Valley and is called the "Godfather of Silicon Valley" by many people.

He added a strong Internet pedigree to the new company.

Fangdd.com will not be like traditional American real estate companies that only focus on a few big cities.

Its main business will be the Internet throughout the United States.

That’s right, this is an Internet company that mainly provides various real estate information query services to netizens.

Milo referenced websites such as Zillow and Trulia that would appear in a parallel universe a few years later.

However, he makes up for his shortcomings by combining their strengths, unlike these two websites which only do referral business.

They happened to encounter the US real estate crisis and subprime mortgage crisis, which resulted in them being unable to go public for several years.

Milo brought Kim Pu in to add some real estate pedigree.

By then, Fangduoduo will develop both online and offline.

Seriously tell Wall Street investors the story of the American version of the hybrid of the Internet and real estate.

Exactly, within the next ten years.

It was the super peak of the development of the Internet and real estate industries in the United States.

Milo believed that as long as the story was told well, he could take the company public before the Nasdaq bubble burst.

A market value of tens of billions of dollars may be difficult, but three or four billion dollars should not be a problem.

Once the lock-up period expires, all the stocks will be sold.

Make some money first.

After the Nasdaq bubble bursts, its value is expected to fall back to several hundred million.

Buy it back then.

Then the next few years will be the golden period for real estate in the United States in nearly fifty years.

Before 2006, taking advantage of the golden period of real estate, the market value should be able to be pushed to 30 to 40 billion US dollars.

Repeat it again at that time, clear out the inventory before the subprime mortgage crisis breaks out.

Hey, cut it again.

If the two of them divide the loot, they will have at least 1 to 2 billion US dollars to share.

It’s almost all of Jinpu’s assets when he’s at his peak in the future.

It's very good.

The reason why he brought Jin Pu in.

Except that because the time span was too long, Milo didn't have time to watch the whole process.

Also because this guy is a real estate tycoon.

And they are also good at marketing.

Letting Jinpu take the lead will surely have a very good effect.

It also has something to do with the fact that Jinpu has a daughter who is beautiful and has a great figure.

There's nothing you can do about it, Milo just likes this.

As for whether Kim will be MAGA in the future.

Milo didn't think about it that long.

That was nearly twenty years later.

Milo himself couldn't guarantee whether the United States at that time would still be the same as it was before his rebirth.

And if the United States had not become what it was, it would have been impossible for someone like Kim Pu to rise to power.

So in the short term, Milo just treated Gimp as a useful tool with a beautiful daughter.

Of course, there is some sentimentality there.

Watch the "Chosen One" of the future America in a parallel universe charging forward for you.

Milo still felt a sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, Jinpu, who was in a very good mood, suddenly thought of something.

He was about to speak.

But he saw Milo's security chief Kenny and personal housekeeper Wendy, with several bodyguards and a group of people following them, walking towards him not far away.

Among those people, Gimp recognized Peter Gotti, whom he had met several times.

A few years ago, one of Gimp's businesses got into trouble with some of New York's underground rats.

That was back when John Gotti was as big as a Hollywood star.

So Gimp spent some money and asked Peter Gotti to help him settle the matter.

"Okay. Don."

Gimp is wondering why Peter Gotti is here.

Then he heard Milo say, "You just watch the show. I want to see if a wild dog can be turned into a hound."

"You want to train a dog?"

"Um."

"Then I'll have to watch and learn carefully."

"Ha ha."

Milo couldn't help but glance at Gimp.

This guy seems to be very knowledgeable and arrogant.

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But he's actually a super smart guy.

"BOSS."

At this time, Kenny, the leader, walked up to Milo and said, "They are coming."

Milo nodded without saying a word. He watched his bodyguards change their formation and surround him in the middle.

After Peter Gotti and his men came over, Milo suddenly said, "Don, do me a favor. Help me drive, and let's go around your golf course."

Without answering immediately, the blond old man glanced around at the mice, which were usually a bit tricky for him.

"OK, no problem. I could drive a Ferrari one-handed when I was fifteen. No one knows how to drive better than me."

As he spoke, Jin Pu swiftly got out from the back of the golf cart and sat smoothly in the driver's seat.

Without waiting for Milo to speak, the blond old man stepped on the accelerator.

Golf carts moved slowly on the green grass.

At this time, Peter Gotti and others who had just walked to the side of the car immediately fell behind.

"gentlemen?"

John Gotti Jr. called out.

"If you don't want to go to jail, then follow him."

Wendy beside him suddenly spoke.

Peter Gotti's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction. Gimp drove the golf cart a little fast.

If they want to keep up, walking is not fast enough, so they probably have to run.

Just as he was about to speak, John Gotti Jr. ran after Wendy without hesitation after she finished speaking.

Including Peter Gotti and others, they looked at each other and had no choice but to run up.

Across the bodyguards who were also running, John Gotti Jr. said, "Sir, we are here. Thank you very much for your help. I would like to know what else we can do for you next."

“You should actually thank Francis Ford Coppola. His movies are so good that I am willing to talk to you.”

The big shot in the car said so.

John Gotti Jr. was stunned for a moment.

Because he didn't know who Francis Coppola was.

Unlike his father who loved to show off, he didn't like these things.

But Peter Gotti, who caught up, knew.

Francis Coppola is the director of the movie "The Godfather".

When this famous director was filming "The Godfather", many people were not optimistic about it.

The first people who dislike this movie are the real Italian blacks.

The Colombo family, one of the five major families, even sent people to obstruct the filming of the movie and even stole the film equipment.

The producer had no choice but to go and negotiate with them. When the script was handed to Colombo, he said the 2014 Weibo annual buzzword: "Too long, don't read it!"

Finally, the two sides had in-depth discussions in a friendly and constructive atmosphere, fully exchanged views and finally reached important consensus -

The film was able to continue shooting only after "mafia" was turned into a sensitive word and completely deleted.

Peter Gotti knew these past events, but young John Gotti Jr. did not.

So Peter Gotti wanted to speak.

But in the car, Milo, who had originally not even looked at them, glanced at him.

"Who is the boss among you? I only talk to the boss. If there is no boss, then you should go home and decide who is the boss before talking to me."

Peter Gorty choked.

Because until now, his brother hasn't asked him to be the new boss.

The last time he and his nephew visited the prison, John Gotti was still hesitant.

Who says John Gotti Jr. hasn't gone to jail yet?

"I'm sorry, sir. My father is the boss, but he's in jail now. So we don't have a boss, but you can tell me if you have anything. For my father's sake, everyone is willing to listen to me."

John Gotti Jr. said this very sincerely.

Milo looked down at John Gotti Jr., who was running after the golf cart and was already sweating.

In the eyes of this "last Godfather" in a parallel universe, he saw the clarity and stupidity unique to young people.

"May I have your name?"

"ah?"

John Gotti Jr. was stunned for a moment, then he immediately responded, "John II William Louis Gotti, everyone calls me John Jr."

"Go change your name. John II doesn't suit you. From now on, your name is..."

Milo looked down and saw that the brand logo of the golf cart was Frank Carley.

"Your name will be Frank Carley from now on. Agreed, then you are the boss from now on."

John Gotti Jr. was a little confused and found it strange that such a big shot would suddenly change his name.

At this time, his uncle, who was running beside him and was already panting, pushed him hard.

"Sir, we agree. We all agree that Frank Carley should be our boss. From now on, he is our boss. If you have any questions, sir, just talk to Frank Carley. He is our boss and we obey him!"

After shouting loudly, the fat Peter Gotti couldn't bear it anymore.

He stopped and lay down on the golf course, gasping for breath.

John Gotti Jr., no, Frank Cali from now on.

This Sicilian man with clear and stupid eyes, who had chopped people down at the age of fifteen, was still a little confused.

Then he heard the big shot in the golf cart say, "Who is that?"

"My uncle, Peter Gotti!" Frank Carley said hurriedly.

"You have a good uncle."

Milo looked at Gimp, whose ears were erect, obviously eavesdropping.

Well, it can’t be considered eavesdropping.

He never thought about hiding it from Gimp.

To be honest, Jinpu cannot be considered to have eavesdropped.

"Frank, all you have to do next is to do one thing well."

"Believe me, as long as you do this well, no one can send you to jail."

"But if you don't do it well or can't do it, I will leave New York at night. After a few months, I can still come back to New York. As for you, I'm afraid you can only reunite in Satan's prison."

Frank Carley sounded nervous and was about to ask what was going on.

"Someone will tell you. Now, you can go."

Then Frank Carley saw the big shot pat the blond fat old driver in front on the shoulder, "Don, you are driving too slowly. Speed ​​up, I'm a little hungry, let's go have lunch."

So Frank Culley, who was already sweating profusely from running, could only watch the golf cart speed away.

"call……"

In the golf cart, driver Jin Pu let out a breath.

He glanced back at Milo, who was leaning back comfortably in his seat.

"Milo, I want to talk to you."

"you say."

"Listen, I have a friend in the FBI. Sorry, I can't tell you who it is. But we're pretty close, and I paid off his mortgage for five years."

"Then what."

"Then my friend told me a few months ago that they are serious this time. They want to make some people in New York disappear. In addition to the FBI, they also include people from the CIA and the IRS."

Jin Pu lowered his voice, and his tone was rare and serious, "The old man who just spoke is one of the people they want to make disappear."

(End of this chapter)