Chapter 182 Banquet

Boston, the capital and largest city of Massachusetts, is the largest city in the New England region.

Known as the "Athens of America," the entire Boston metropolitan area is home to more than a hundred universities.

The famous Harvard and MIT are both here.

The evening of December 24th.

The Boston Consortium's banquet was held in Dover.

It is a small town located about 14 miles southwest of Boston.

It is considered one of Boston's traditional wealthy areas.

At this moment, as night falls, there is no wind or snow, but the heavy snow over the past few days has caused everything to be covered in snow.

Many local Boston police officers came tonight to a Victorian-style castle manor covering an area of ​​more than 100,000 square feet.

They have closed many of the roads leading here, and no vehicles or pedestrians are allowed to pass without a pass or permission.

The reason is that there was a chemical accident ahead, and in order to avoid injury, it is best not to go there.

Above everyone's heads, there were always helicopters flying around on patrol, monitoring the area around the castle with searchlights.

In the fields, many people braved the wind and snow, patrolling with shivering police dogs.

In that dark and hidden place, there would occasionally be a hidden light flashing, perhaps it was the reflection of the lenses of those snipers lying in ambush in the dark.

What's even more outrageous is if someone could go to the Boston National Guard headquarters at this time.

Then they would discover that the Massachusetts National Guard's radar and satellite surveillance were fully operational at this time.

An organized air defense counter-attack force is also on high alert nearby.

In such circumstances.

Milo with his father Joseph and grandfather John, as well as his mother Robin and sister-in-law Hayley.

Surrounded by a convoy, they drove into the castle in three cars, with a distance of more than ten meters between them.

In the darkness of night, Milo looked through the car window at the brightly lit entrance of the manor ahead.

From time to time a car would stop, people would get out, and the car would drive away.

This was a gathering within the Boston Consortium that took place on the evening of December 24, 1996.

"I'm old now and have experienced too much of what life has to offer. The world is changing more and more, and it has already belonged to you young people. Now the work has been handed over to little Arthur. I just want to quietly watch how the world can change." The shriveled old man, whose hair was almost falling out and who wore a pair of large glasses, sighed and said so.

"You can't say that, Mr. Adams. You are much more energetic than all the old people of the same age I have ever seen. Look, my grandfather is younger than you, but he doesn't look as healthy as you." A white man who looked to be about twenty years old said with a smile beside him.

At this time, there were many people surrounding the two of them.

There were young and old people, but most of them had smiles on their faces and just watched and talked with the young and old.

"Yes, Mr. Adams, it's a long time for you to retire. Boston can't do without you." On the other side, a man in his thirties smiled and said, followed by a chorus of echoes from all around.

The old man chuckled, then frowned and coughed a few times. A lady who was far away came over and whispered a few words to the old man. Then she looked up and smiled apologetically at Milo: "I'm sorry, Mr. Blackburn, my father is a little tired and needs to go back to rest."

"It doesn't matter. I'm honored that Mr. Adams came to see me in person." Milo nodded politely and shook hands with the old man. "Mr. Adams, I wish you good health forever. Boston needs you, and we young people need you too."

"Thank you, Mr. Blackburn." The other man smiled and left with the help of his daughter.

This shriveled old man has been in charge of the Boston consortium for decades.

Arthur Adams, who almost became weaker and weaker in the United States, but no one looked down on him.

This statement seems a bit far-fetched.

The consortium is becoming increasingly weak, but no one looks down on it.

Is it that the Boston consortium is naturally prone to weakness? In fact, this kind of thing is completely a matter of contrast.

The California consortium, the Cleveland consortium, the Boston consortium, the DuPont consortium and a Texas consortium.

These five financial groups have been attacked by powerful financial groups such as Morgan, Rockefeller, Mellon, and Citigroup since World War II.

Over the decades.

The California consortium is almost completely split, and although it is called a consortium, it is actually a loose sand.

The Texas consortium is holed up in Texas and can't leave.

The Cleveland and DuPont consortiums almost became clones of Morgan and Mellon.

Only the Boston consortium remains, although it is also continuing to decline.

But it has always maintained internal unity and integrity.

You know, it has always been the Rockefeller, the strongest financial group, that has been drooling over the Boston Financial Group.

And thirty years ago, Arthur Adams launched a counterattack that almost succeeded.

If Morgan had not stabbed Boston in the back at that time, perhaps Boston could have returned to the top of American financial groups.

So as Arthur Adams grew old, the Adams family became increasingly destitute.

But no one in the Boston consortium dared to underestimate this old fox.

Tonight's banquet was initiated by Lowell, Lawrence and Adams.

When Milo and his grandfather came here.

They thought that the hosts of tonight's reception would be Adams' son Arthur Jr., Claude from Lowell, and Hemingway from Lawrence.

They didn't expect Arthur Adams to come out. After all, he was over 90 years old and was said to be in poor health.

What I didn't expect was that he actually showed up, and ignored everyone as soon as he appeared.

He went straight to Milo who had just arrived, and did not allow Joseph and old Blackburn to sit in.

Although we only talked for half an hour, I spent most of the time talking to Milo.

We didn't talk about anything unnecessary, we just asked about Milo's views on the Internet and media industry.

I haven't made any requests yet, we're just chatting, which is basically quite respectful.

And he wasn't the only one who gave face.

The heads and heirs of status, or important descendants of the Lowell, Lawrence, Lodge and Kennedy families were all around.

For example, now, there are two people chatting with Milo.

"To be honest, when I first heard about your story, my first reaction was that this was definitely a miracle from God."

"Yes, I think other reasons cannot explain it except for God's miracle. And Blackburn happens to be the most devout one among us."

The two men in front of him were older than Milo. One of them wore glasses and looked very gentle.

His name is Ed Lawrence, and he was the one who interrupted Milo when he was talking to old Adams just now.

This man is the direct heir of the Lawrence family, Hector's brother-in-law, and he also married a granddaughter of old Adams.

The other one, who had neatly combed hair and was older, was named Robert Jr.

Robert Jr. had an uncle who once lived in the white house.

His last name is Kennedy.

It can be said that among so many people in the United States, he is the one who knows the original Milo best.

At this time, almost everyone was in the room.

Once upon a time, it was Paladin who brought his brother Milo to parties and cocktail parties with these people.

The good-for-nothing younger brother of "Saint Paladin".

This was Milo's nickname in the past among this group of people, in their small circle.

This is also the reason why Peggy Audrey Adams was reluctant when Haley took her to a "blind date" with Milo last year.

Although Milo was good-looking, he also gained a little positive fame at the time because of his novel writing.

But Ed's aunt had seen Milo in the past and heard too many of his "glorious achievements" in the past.

This includes but is not limited to knocking down a black speaker in front of reporters.

When attending a banquet, touching the waistband of other people's female companions, etc.

Many of them were spread as misinformation after his reputation was tarnished, but many of them are true.

It’s not the girl’s fault that she acted reluctant when she went on a blind date with him.

Not like Ariana.

Rockefeller's granddaughter knew that he was a playboy and had a bad reputation.

But because he was handsome and due to family needs, he hid Milo's past from her.

Plus, Milo was already taking off by then.

Then Ariana and Milo made eye contact.

Then came Milo's crazy expansion of wealth and influence over the past year, which dazzled all Bostonians.

Robert Jr. and Ed were just discussing in a low voice with Milo.

This is how Milo has changed in more than a year.

This is almost everyone who knew Milo before.

This is a topic that must be brought up after seeing the current Milo again.

Because his change was truly too amazing.

This is like... this is like Gao Yanei, the good-for-nothing who did all kinds of evil.

Suddenly he became powerful.

Suddenly, he led an army of 100,000 and defeated the Liao people in the north.

At the same time, he was also able to write beautiful articles such as "The Goddess of Luo River" in terms of academic research.

This caught the eyes of other children of official families in Tokyo, the capital of the Song Dynasty.

They will naturally feel very incredible.

"I've heard these words too many times. I've said these words too many times in response."

Milo held up his glass and clinked it with those who Paladin used to respect. "I don't mind repeating it again, that is, people change. When Paladin died, I was no longer myself. I am a combination of Paladin and Milo. I am the new Blackburn... This is me, Milo Blackburn."

Before Paladin died, Ed, who had a good relationship with Paladin, was silent.

He suddenly raised his glass, "To the Paladin."

Little Robert was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his glass, "To Paladin."

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Brother's name is so useful.

Milo thought to himself and raised his glass. Then the three glasses clinked together, making a slight tinkling sound, but everyone was just smiling.

Just at this moment, Joseph, who was talking to someone over there, waved to Milo.

"My father is calling me, so I'll go over first."

Robert Jr. and Ed looked at each other as they watched Milo walk away.

"It's changed so much." Robert said softly, "It's not the same person at all."

Ed shrugged and took a sip of the drink in his glass. "If he was still the same person, how could he survive in California? How could he succeed in robbing Wall Street?"

"That's true."

Little Robert nodded, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Adams and his daughter watching Milo and Joseph talking not far to his left.

The president's nephew laughed, and pointed over there secretly. "Look, your father-in-law and your sister-in-law must be very regretful now. I heard that at the beginning, old Blackburn wanted to marry Adams the most."

"I didn't just hear about it, it really happened."

Speaking of this, Ed laughed softly. "Haley took Paige to Los Angeles to meet Milo. But later I heard that Paige was very dissatisfied with him, so this matter did not come true."

The two important heirs of the Boston consortium started gossiping in whispers. "Later, I heard that the old vampire from Rockefeller wanted to marry his granddaughter to Milo. It is said that my father-in-law was gloating over it..."

"Unfortunately, the one who regrets the most right now is probably your father-in-law. He is the fifth largest media group in the United States and robbed $15 billion on Wall Street in less than a year. He is also the most dazzling man at the forefront of Silicon Valley."

"Tsk tsk, if your father-in-law had been a little more resolute at the time, old Arthur wouldn't have had to come out and talk to him in person tonight."

"It's like that saying." Ed shrugged. "No one can know in advance which will come first, tomorrow or disaster. My father-in-law can't, and neither can we. We also didn't expect that Milo Black would grow up to be what he is now a year later..."

"That's right." Little Robert sighed and toasted with Ed.

But there was one thing Ed didn't say.

That is, in the Boston consortium, Hector, who has the best relationship with Milo, is his brother-in-law.

Through Hector's connections, the Lawrence family was actually quietly investing in Milo in California.

This is something that other people from the Boston consortium are not aware of.

"I really want to get out of here, Dad. I'm not feeling well." Peggy Audrey Adams after her grandfather left.

She whispered to her father.

In the past, little Arthur would have doted on his little daughter the most.

Arthur Jr. has three sons and two daughters. The grandsons born to his eldest son are only one year younger than Peggy.

The eldest daughter married Ed Lawrence, and Peggy was his youngest child.

Because he had a daughter in his old age, he doted on Peggy especially.

"Peggy, people always have to learn to pay the price for their mistakes." Little Arthur looked over there, at Milo who was chatting with Joseph, Haley and Haley's father Harrison.

"You know what? After Christmas, Joseph Blackburn will go to Washington to be the Secretary of Defense. At the same time, Old Blackburn will return to 310 First Street in Washington. Also, Givell Harrison will probably get an ambassadorial position. Although that's nothing, the key point is that he doesn't have to spend any money."

"Do you know what this means?"

"You don't know. You only see the external appearance of things."

"This is your fault. So stay here. You should learn to pay for your mistakes."

My father's voice was not harsh, and there wasn't even much blame in it.

But Peggy Adams felt aggrieved.

Because at that time, she didn't want to marry Milo Blackburn.

Father Joseph Jr. was the first to agree, and he even went to talk to grandfather Adams Sr. about it in person.

If my father had been a little more resolute at that time, I might have agreed.

Of course, Peggy knew this.

At that time, I was the one who was most reluctant to marry Blackburn.

"You are going to go find Haley later. You were once her favorite cousin." Little Arthur said suddenly.

"But..." Peggy felt even more aggrieved.

Because of his refusal to marry Blackburn, not only Adams but also Blackburn's relationship gradually became distant.

Her relationship with her cousin, Hayley Harrison Blackburn, is not as close as it once was.

"No buts."

"All right."

Paige chose to bow her head.

She thought California might be a good choice.

If I continue to stay in Boston, many people will secretly laugh at me and take pleasure in my misfortune.

If only Milo Blackburn continued to grow.

That would only make you more ridiculed.

"Madam Yali, you are still as elegant and beautiful as always."

"My Lord Gilvey, you have always made me feel that the British should learn from you the manners and manners that a gentleman should display."

Standing next to mother Robin and father Joseph.

Opposite me was my sister-in-law Haley, wearing a beautiful evening gown, and an elderly couple.

Milo greeted the elderly couple with a smile and a respectful attitude that he had not shown to old Adams just now.

The elderly couple are sister-in-law Hayley's parents, Yali Harrison and Jivir Harrison.

The Harrison family was once a core member of the Boston consortium, and produced the owner of the White House and many members of Capitol Hill.

Giwel's father even served as one of the nine chief justices of the United States.

But that is all in the past, the Harrison family has declined somewhat in recent years.

Ji Weier is a typical second-generation American rich man, so it's no problem for him to eat, drink and have fun.

Especially good at wine tasting.

There were a hundred bottles of red wine there, and Giwel could taste and smell their venues and brands.

Of course, it is only limited to those products from famous and luxurious wineries.

For people like this who have family support in the United States, it probably won't be too stressful to become a member of Congress.

But if you want him to glorify the family, or really make some powerful achievements in business and politics.

Sorry, can't do that.

There are only a few geniuses like Herbert Bush among a hundred second-generation American Celestial Dragons.

People like Joseph and Givell, who are of average appearance, are actually the most normal.

Otherwise, American wealthy families would not be so keen on marrying their daughters to outstanding talents from vassal families.

Because of this, Gvir chose to marry his daughter to an outstanding Paladin.

He also spared no effort in every aspect to promote Paladin to the top.

As a result, Massachusetts actually had a state attorney general who was less than 30 years old.

But what happened to Paladin made Harrison's investment almost completely go to waste.

Fortunately, Haley later withstood the pressure and did not take off the title of Paladin's widow and remarry.

She is also a member of the Blackburn family.

So now, the Harrison family and the Blackburn family are still related by marriage.

And…Milo thought.

They are also the grandparents of himself and the baby in Haley's belly.

You should have some respect for yourself.

(End of this chapter)