Chapter 144: Women who love to laugh will never have bad luck?

Pebble Beach Golf Links, also known as Pebble Beach Golf Links.

Probably one of the most famous golf courses in the world.

It opened in 1919 and is world-renowned for its exquisite design and challenging terrain, and has always been a favorite of sponsors and golfers.

"...Oh, I didn't expect Milo to really come! Tang, it seems that you really have a very good relationship with Milo!"

Pebble Beach Golf Links.

An old black man wearing a suit and shirt and holding a golf club said in surprise to Gimp beside him.

"No one has a better relationship than Milo and I have. We are good friends and best business partners."

Gimp gestured with delight.

While talking to the old black man, the old man waved desperately at Milo who was walking in the distance.

Next to the old black man was an Indian girl who was about thirty years old and had a good figure and an appearance that should be in line with the black people's aesthetic standards.

Looking at the tall, strong and handsome white man walking towards me in the distance.

She couldn't help laughing and said to old black man Willie Brown:

"Hey, Willy. We were just talking about him yesterday, and I didn't expect to see him now."

Old Negro Brown smiled, but in his heart he was thinking:

You bitch. I was just joking, but you seem to take it seriously! Don't you think about who that person is and how he could possibly like you?

This old black man, Brown, is none other than California Attorney General Willie Brown, who had crossed paths with Milo a while ago.

Although Willy is black, he has been one of the political bigwigs in California since the 1980s.

Brown has served as Speaker of the California State Assembly, California Attorney General, and Mayor of San Francisco.

His current identity is still the Attorney General of California, but his term will expire this year.

So Brown is seeking, seeking to become mayor of San Francisco again at the end of this year.

As for the girl, she is Willy's mistress and has been with him for several years.

Brown was complaining about his mistress in his heart.

Milo, who was walking quickly, had already arrived in front of everyone.

Milo smiled and hugged Gimp first, then shook hands with Brown, "Hey, Willy, good morning. You guys played golf without inviting me, luckily Don notified me."

Brown laughed heartily and looked honest and straightforward.

Just like what this old black man showed in front of the voters——

A generous, cheerful and simple black politician.

To be honest, this character has won many, many votes for Willy.

"Oh! Milo, you are wronging me by saying that. We know you must be very busy now, very busy. That's why we don't want to disturb you."

Brown smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you and Tang are good friends. Haha ~ As expected, friends of friends will definitely become good friends!"

"You're right." Milo shook his hand and then hugged him.

On the way here just now, Jinpu called Milo again.

The old man told Milo why he played golf with Brown.

It turned out that the night before, Jinpu, who came to San Francisco to develop, felt bored.

So he called his good friend MJ in Los Angeles, and the two of them flew to Las Vegas to have some fun.

In the casino, Gimp recognized Brown, the California political bigwig.

Jin Pu felt that since he wanted to develop in California for a long time, it would be a good idea to establish a relationship with this kind of person.

It just so happened that MJ knew Brown, after all, they were both black.

With the help of MJ, Gimp A'd on Brown.

With his skillful techniques, Gimp helped Brown win more than 200,000 US dollars in the casino.

Brown, who was happy to lose more than he won, laughed out loud.

So the two became friends.

Brown then heard that Gimp was in San Francisco, looking for land to build a golf course.

Brown invited Gimp to play basketball with him and insisted on bringing MJ along.

So...Milo looked at MJ, who was smiling and had turned from black to white due to vitiligo.

Michael Jackson! A pop king who shines brightly outside and makes countless people cheer and shout when he appears on the street.

But in this golf course where only politicians and tycoons are left and there are no cameras.

MJ could only stand at the edge of the crowd, smiling and watching others communicate.

Singer, actor.

No matter where you are, your status is actually the same.

But after all, it was one of Milo's former feelings, so after hugging Brown.

Milo immediately wanted to shake hands with MJ and get to know him.

He had just turned around.

Brown's Indian mistress, who had a nice figure but whose looks were not up to Milo's aesthetic standards, had already come up to him skillfully and enthusiastically.

She also slightly extended her cheek towards Milo, as if wanting Milo to kiss her on the cheek, and said, "Hello, Mr. Blackburn. We met last time. I'm Kamala Devi. I'm so happy to see you again!"

She was so passionate, with a body odor that even expensive perfume couldn't cover up, and she rushed towards Milo.

Milo remained calm, turned slightly, and before she could respond, extended his hand, "Hello, Kamala, of course I remember you. I'm glad to see you, too."

Shake hands before she reacts with some disappointment.

Minogue had let her go and smiled as he walked up to shake hands and hug the somewhat flattered Michael Jackson.

"Hey, Michael, I thought what Don said was fake. He said he and you are really good friends. Now it seems to be true. Hi, I'm Milo Blackburn, a good friend of Don."

MJ subconsciously shook hands with Milo, hugged him, and waited for him to react.

The king showed a sincere smile on his face, which looked a little weird because of the paleness. "Ah, Mr. Blackburn, hello, hello. I am Michael Jackson. What Don said is true. He and I are indeed good friends."

Normally speaking, MJ treats ordinary wealthy people and even leaders of many countries.

He would never show such a slightly flattered expression as he did now when facing Milo.

The reason is that he is the world's super pop king.

No matter where the concert is held.

They can all cause crazy pursuit in the local area.

Many times, I am received and photographed by local politicians.

In the United States, he has also received presidential badges and taken photos with presidents.

Resistance in this area should be good.

But…MJ and Gimp are very good friends.

Finally, it is now 1996.

The "child molestation case" happened three years ago.

An invisible, overwhelming net that made it difficult for MJ to breathe was rushing towards him.

It was Gimp, MJ's good friend, who had told MJ about Milo many times before Milo came.

His ancestor was the captain of the Mayflower; his father was a congressman; his grandfather was a big shot in the Elephant Party; his brother was the state attorney general; his sister-in-law was the chief judge of the Federal Circuit Court; his grandfather was the former president; his uncle was the governor of Texas; he himself was Rockefeller's son-in-law, and so on.

The BUFFs are stacking up like crazy.

In the eyes of MJ who saw me for the first time.

Milo has become one of the masters of the deep government in this country.

If it was MJ who had not suffered too much oppression before the "child molestation case".

Jin Pu explained these to him.

MJ would probably just laugh it off and maybe even be a little bit nonchalant afterwards.

What a big shot, just one of the vampires that oppress the masses.

But now MJ has suffered the invisible beatings of capital and power.

At this time, we see Milo, the embodiment of the imaginary WASP.

Even someone like MJ, who has reached the top of humanity in some aspects, would be in awe.

What MJ respected was not Milo as a person, but the power behind Milo.

And there is no camera at this moment, so there is no need for a show.

Milo was still so enthusiastic about him.

MJ was immediately flattered.

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You have to know those American politicians who are not enthusiastic about him in front of the camera.

Especially those old white men, they wouldn't treat him like this in private.

"I have acquired a record company and we are very, very short of singers right now."

Looking at the world pop king who looked a little haggard, Milo felt a little bit of admiration for his talent.

In addition, Milo also knew that as long as this person was alive, he would be a super cash cow.

Even if it's not so exploitative and not so excessive.

As long as it is well managed, you can earn tens to hundreds of millions of dollars from it every year.

"You're always welcome to come over to my place if you want."

Milo lowered his voice, in the surprised eyes of Brown and Kamala Devi, and in the surprised expression of Jinpu after he suddenly realized.

In a voice that only he and MJ could hear, Milo whispered, "Don't reject it right away. Think it over before you come back to me."

"I'm only saying this to you because you and Tang are friends."

After saying that, Milo laughed and walked away from MJ. "I really envy those Japanese people. Over the years, they have made at least one billion dollars from MJ. That's one billion dollars, enough for my grandfather to run for president ten times."

In the presidential election four years ago.

Herbert raised a total of $110 million in campaign funds.

Zipton is $95.8 million.

Herbert, who won the Cold War and hung up and beat Lakey.

It stands to reason that he should be re-elected, after all, he has more campaign funds than Zipperton.

However, who would have thought that a billionaire named Perot would emerge, with a net worth of $2.5 billion, ranking 20th on the list of the richest people in the United States at the time.

Perot also ran as an independent candidate.

This guy only raised a few million dollars, but he put out over $60 million of his own money.

And Perot did particularly well, winning 20% ​​of the popular vote.

An independent candidate won 20% of the popular vote, the first time in U.S. history.

20% was certainly not enough for Perot to take office, but most of the votes Perot received were votes that would have been cast for Herbert.

In other words, Perrault's appearance took away Milo's grandfather's votes.

This is what made La Zipperton successfully elected.

Coincidentally, Perot got his start at IBM.

Coincidentally, Watson Sr., the founder of IBM, used to be a driver for Rockefeller Jr.

Coincidentally, Herbert's grandfather was once the manager of Rockefeller's oil company.

Unfortunately, Herbert met Zipperton.

Seeing Milo's slightly abrupt transition, the scene suddenly felt a little cold.

But who are these two people, Gimp and Brown?

In an instant, these two people warmed up the atmosphere again.

"Milo, you're so right. I've known Michael for all these years and I've never made so much money. Those damn Japanese people are stealing our money!"

Jin Pu looked angry.

Brown: "You're right. When I smashed the Neon car, I should have smashed it harder!"

So with these two people denouncing the Japanese at the same time, the situation returned to normal.

Milo naturally joined in the discussion with a smile on his face.

But after a while, Brown cleverly turned the topic to this year's election.

It's 1996 now, and there will be another general election at the end of the year.

It's not just the owner of the White House who has to elect again.

More than half of the positions in the United States will also be elected once.

Including Milo Papa's position as a congressman.

And the mayor of San Francisco.

"San Francisco's public safety is getting worse, environmental issues are becoming very serious, and racial discrimination makes me feel uneasy every day."

Brown had a heavy expression and an uneasy tone. "As the former mayor of San Francisco, I wanted to change this situation. But unfortunately, I am now the Attorney General of California, and I am powerless!"

At the end of this speech, the old black man sighed.

He really looks quite compassionate.

If this guy goes to Hollywood to act, he will definitely be a good one.

The vivid micro-expressions on his face might fool people who don't know his inner thoughts.

At this time, Kamala Devi, who should have had a heavy expression but had been smiling all the time, suddenly said, "Huh? The mayor of San Francisco is going to be re-elected this year.

Dear, since you care so much about the citizens, I think you should run for mayor again.

As long as you succeed, you will definitely bring new changes to San Francisco!"

Milo, Kimpo and MJ couldn't help but look at each other for a few seconds.

They probably all think of the French politicians in their hearts.

But soon, Gimp saw the expression on Milo's face that indicated he should speak.

The two had already discussed it on the phone, so Jinpu immediately continued the topic of Kamala Devi.

"Hey, Willy. Listen to me, I think what Kamala said is absolutely right. You should continue to come out and help San Francisco and make San Francisco even greater!"

"Hahahahaha, honey, I'm not wrong. Hahahaha, Mr. Gimp thinks so too."

Kamala Devi couldn't help but laugh again, and there was a hint of wildness in her smile.

It turns out that women who love to laugh will never have bad luck.

Milo thought to himself, but said softly: "Kamala and Don are right, Willy, the people of San Francisco are used to you. I think as long as you stand up, they will know what to choose."

Originally, Kamala Devi and Kimpu were talking, while Willy Brown was sighing and keeping silent.

But now, hearing Milo say the same thing.

The old black man seemed to brighten up in an instant, and said with "surprise":

"Ah, dear Milo. Do you feel that way too? If you do, I'd really like to give it another try."

"certainly."

Milo shrugged. "I own sixty-seven companies in the Bay Area, with more than twenty-three hundred employees. I think everyone thinks the same."

(End of this chapter)