Chapter 129: I Can't Go Home Without My Parents

"Tang, I didn't expect you to be so well-informed."

In the golf cart, Milo smiled and said to Gimp, "Even the information about FBl can be bought."

Veteran driver Jin Pu: "We spend money to buy intelligence, and they make money by selling intelligence. It's very reasonable."

“Very reasonable.”

Milo laughed.

In intelligence agencies such as the FBI and the CIA, many people work part-time.

Especially ClA, after decades of development, has already become a semi-independent kingdom to some extent.

Many times, they even have to "raise their own" funds in many regions around the world.

For example, in Central America and Southeast Asia, their self-raised funds account for more than 40%.

In the 5-10 years after the "Annam War", this proportion even reached over 70%.

You can't make enough money or a sufficient pension just by selling laundry detergent and taking advantage of other scams.

Want a decent retirement? Sell intelligence.

There seemed to be more information traffickers between the ages of forty-five and sixty than there were Antarctic krill.

Hollywood is the hardest hit area. Why are some well-known paparazzi or entertainment reporters so awesome? Because they used to be informants of the CIA, or were directly peripheral members of the CIA.

The FBI is internal, the CIA is external? Fuck you! They make money in US dollars, so who cares?

So sometimes there are more profitable businesses than selling information.

It is possible that many of them will end up like this.

for example……

The farm hay warehouse fire in Lake Charles, Louisiana some time ago.

After careful investigation, some people finally found out that the cause was ClA.

So the matter was dropped and no further investigation was carried out.

Really investigate to the end?

Don't be silly, what if something is found out? At this time, in the golf cart.

Looking at Jin Pu's serious and sincere eyes, Milo smiled and said, "Thank you for your reminder, Tang. But I want to tell you that they have changed their minds. They now want another group of people to disappear."

"I think you should understand what I mean."

"Understood!"

He didn't speak for a few seconds.

After a few seconds, Gimp returned to his smiling, knowing-it-all look.

That night and the next day.

This New York real estate businessman and "famous" wealthy man has become particularly concerned about local security news in New York.

Until the next day.

"Wang Defa!"

In his office, Gimp couldn't help but shout out.

Several newspapers in front of him reported a lot of public security news that happened in New York last night.

Reputed Gambino crime family boss Castellano Jr. was shot and killed last night in Staten Island, according to police and multiple New York news reports.

Gimp also saw that, according to the New York Times: [The gangster fired 12 shots at Castellano Jr., who was hit at least six times.]

Little Castellano, who was shot multiple times and seriously injured, crawled under the rear of the car. The gunman then drove away.

After Castellano's family discovered the situation, they rushed him to Staten Island University Hospital.

Initial reports said Castellano Jr. was seriously injured.

Since then, many news media have reported that this important leader of the Gambino family, one of the five major American gangs, has died in the hospital.

There are many similar news reports, all related to those major mafia families.

It's not that some important leader was killed, but some key characters died.

On average, there are about 10 shootings in New York City every day.

But last night, a shooting that only happens once every two weeks in New York occurred in the dark...

Fortunately, most of the dead were gangsters, and only some unlucky people were injured.

But with such big news, it is natural that the New York authorities cannot remain unaffected.

Many people accused New York Mayor Giuliani of failing to fulfill his responsibilities and oaths.

When Giuliani ran for office two years ago, he vowed to bring down crime in New York.

Many people believed his oath and voted for Giuliani.

But last night, New York almost became the Gotham of the comics.

“The Italians are in trouble.”

Gimp put the newspaper down and muttered to himself with a forced smile.

The blond old man who loved to laugh seemed to be forced to laugh today.

Because he only now realized that he seemed to be caught up in a big vortex happening in New York.

He himself is not sure whether he will be affected or get into trouble.

"Oh, God, for the love of my country, I am a patriot. Please bless me..."

Jinpu murmured to himself.

Of course, if someone asked Jinpu which country he loved.

Kim Pu would definitely say that he would love the country that made him a lot of money.

Just like now, Milo can make him a lot of money.

So despite his worries, Jinpu continued to work diligently.

He decided to start the variety TV show with Milo and the new real estate company first.

…

…

The same morning.

Manhattan, New York.

U.S. News and World Report, 38th floor, headquarters building.

Milo increasingly enjoyed standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in this office and overlooking the entire Manhattan.

The three arch-shaped floor-to-ceiling windows are located in three directions, allowing him to better appreciate the prosperity of New York City.

Unlike Wall Street, due to the higher floors and the narrow nature of Wall Street, it is impossible to overlook Manhattan like this.

“Knock, knock…”

"Come in."

"Boss, Paladin Investment just called and said that Citibank, Wells Fargo, and First National Bank of Boston are all willing to accept your loan application for the acquisition of TBS Broadcasting Company."

Business secretary Megan pushed the door open and reported the news calmly.

Milo put one hand in his trouser pocket, looked back at her and said, "It's expected. In this economic environment, there is a stable income project, and they can't refuse it."

"Yes, in fact, this is also because of you, boss. Whether it is your rapidly expanding wealth or the rapid development of several companies, the bank wants to have you as a customer."

Megan is professional and rigorous, but she is also good at flattering.

"Haha, okay. Megan, you go out first. I'll contact Nelson myself."

"OK."

After Milo watched Megan open the door and go out, he tapped the armrest of the boss chair with his fingers, pondered for a moment, picked up the phone on the table and made a call.

"Hi, Nelson, how's the company these days?"

These days, Milo has been busy with the Pulitzer family and Giuliani's affairs.

I was so focused on my work that I hardly went to the financial company.

"Hello, boss. Everything is going well in the company. Investment is also going on smoothly. Crude oil has fallen sharply recently. Before OPEC responded, we made a lot of money. Now the latest profit is 350 million US dollars!"

Milo drummed his fingers on the executive chair as Nelson rattled off a series of financial jargon.

He understood that Nelson's words could be summed up in one sentence: "Boss, awesome!"

After all, the operations are all done by Nielsen and others.

But Milo has always been in control of the general direction, and sometimes Nelson and others get carried away or overheated.

It was Milo himself who warned them.

After Nelson finished, he smiled and said, "Okay. I understand, Nelson. I just heard that the bank agreed to the loan?"

"Yes."

"Then take your pick. Choose whoever offers the lowest interest rate and the best terms. You don't have to go to First National Bank of Boston or Wells Fargo. If Morgan is willing and the terms are good, you can choose Morgan."

"Okay, I understand, boss."

After hanging up the phone, Milo sat in the boss chair and began to read the business briefing in his hand.

He now has more and more companies and can no longer leave everything to Wendy and professional managers like he did before.

However, he was not an entrepreneur in his previous life, nor did he have the desire to have complete control over his own business. To put it bluntly, he was just an elementary school student in terms of business management.

He doesn't need to be a tactical master with an overwhelming desire for control, he has unique advantages.

His role is as a strategist, who makes far-sighted plans, mobilizes the chess pieces in his hands, and ultimately becomes the one who reaps the rewards.

Reading these briefings now is just a daily inspection of all the assets under my name.

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Someone knocked on the door again.

"Come in."

"Boss, the NYPD and FBL want to see you."

Milo raised his head, glanced at Monica, who was dressed exquisitely and exuded mature charm, and said, "Then let them in."

Someone called him this morning to tell him about this.

He took the opportunity to inform Monica, Chris and others, and Monica was naturally very calm.

Then, four people came in.

Two guys from the FBI, two guys from the NYPD.

The people headed by FBl were Quantico, the head of the FBI's New York field office, and Christopher Wray, the director of the FBI's Manhattan branch.

The people from the New York Police Department are New York Police Commissioner Bratton and Police Commissioner Jonah.

It can be said that these four people are the highest leaders of FBI and NYPD in New York.

After they introduced themselves and took their seats.

But Milo suddenly lay back, put his feet on the desk, and said frivolously: "I killed the person, so what?"

“…”

“…”

“…”

There were four people in total, all with expressions of surprise or shock.

Christopher Ray, director of the FBL Manhattan branch, even subconsciously put his hands on his belt.

But after he put his hand on it, he remembered that he didn't bring any weapon with him.

Because if they bring weapons, the other party's bodyguards will not let them in.

At the same time, Christopher Ray also noticed that Kenny, who was standing on the inside of the door, gestured to the outside.

At the same time, Kenny and David stood between Milo and the other four, with their hands inside their suits.

It's very bulgy inside and you can tell at a glance that it's filled with a lot of peanuts.

Christopher Ray: "..."

Fuck! You don't want to kill them here, do you? Christopher Ray, who had just become one of the four hundred FBI local branch directors in the United States, was sweating coldly.

"Ah, Mr. Blackburn! Don't get me wrong, we are just here to learn more about the situation." Quantico, the head of the New York field office, waved his hand and said, "Of course, we all know that Mr. Blackburn is definitely New York's number one law-abiding citizen. If someone wants to frame you, we don't need to intervene. I believe that the 60,000 police officers of the NYPD will be the first to disagree."

As he spoke, Quantico glared at the two heads of the NYPD.

"What do you want to know?"

Recalling his original dandy expression, Milo tried his best to act it out:

"You want to know if I ran around New York with a gun last night and killed fifty people? Come on, do you think I'm Clark?"

"Oh, Clark doesn't need a gun to kill people. To put it another way, you think I'm Bruce Wayne? So New York is Gotham?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm so sorry."

Quantico mentally resented his colleagues.

But now that he had spoken, the other three seemed to be speechless again.

Milo looked at him, and he had no choice but to continue talking, "It's really a misunderstanding. We just came to find out..."

"I don't know what your purpose is. But I'm just a simple businessman, doing business here. I believe your superiors are well aware of this."

“Yes, yes…”

"That's all. If you have any questions, just call your boss. Kenny, see the guests off. I have to go to Long Island to accompany my fiancée. She called me this morning and told me that her grandfather asked me to come over for dinner tonight."

Kenny nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Blackburn for cooperating with our work."

Quantico gritted his teeth and was sent out with his three mute colleagues.

"call……"

After the group left, Milo let out a long breath.

Then he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his fast-beating heart.

To be honest, he was quite nervous just now.

After all, these four people from Quantico are the highest officials of the FBI and police in New York.

The reason why he had this confidence was because he treated Quantico and the others like that just now.

That was after discussing it with my grandfather and father respectively.

This is the response method that three generations of Blackburn decided upon.

And before he put on this arrogant look.

Blackburn has done a lot of work.

First of all, Old Blackburn called many bigwigs in the Elephant Party a few days ago.

As a former whip of the Elephant Party, old Blackburn certainly has a great influence on the Elephant Party.

What's more, Milo's uncle and grandfather are now also powerful factions of the Elephant Party.

The local Elephant Party boss in New York received the most calls.

So the pressure finally fell on New York Mayor Giuliani.

Giuliani himself is a member of the Elephant Party.

Then there was Joseph.

Papa Milo is mainly responsible for Washington, and he currently lives in Washington.

It was easy for him to find Louis Freeh.

Oh, and Louis Freeh is the current Director of the FBI.

Finally, it was Milo himself.

Following the example in California, the last day of last month.

Milo also donated $45 million to the 60,000 police officers of the NYPD.

In addition, he was in front of the paparazzi last night.

Having a date and dinner with Ariana Rockefeller, the daughter of the Rockefeller family, at a restaurant in Manhattan.

In the end, he also provided himself with psychological counseling.

[It's great that you can go home and live off your parents, but it's not that easy to go to jail! ]

After much thought, this was the worst possible outcome that could happen to him.

Even afterwards, he felt that he might be somewhat neurotic.

Because his father and grandfather didn't let him treat those people in Quantico like that just now.

He was so arrogant just now, it was just that he suddenly wanted to do it.

So much so that Quantico and the others, who were just there for formality, were ended up in that state.

But don’t say it, really don’t say it.

Milo felt just now.

It’s quite refreshing.

(End of this chapter)