Chapter 194 Is This the World's Richest Man?

New York is starting to get hot in May. Today the sun is high in the sky, with no clouds and the blue sky is visible. The scorching sun is scorching the steel jungle, and even the strong wind blowing from high in the sky carries a whiff of the sun's heat, without a trace of coolness.

But this has nothing to do with Milo. No matter how hot or cold New York is, it won't be hot or cold enough for him.

When I arrived in New York, I naturally had to visit my great-uncle Benjamin. This had become a habit. Listening to him talk about doctrine wouldn't cost me anything, and it was worth more than what he had done for me.

Benjamin’s help played an indispensable role in Milo’s quick establishment in New York.

But this time Milo specifically talked to his great-uncle about this year's election in New York.

That's right, the New York City mayor and half of the city council members are up for re-election this year.

"You don't seem to like that Italian?"

"It doesn't matter whether I like him or not. I just have some... well, I can't even say conflicts with him."

"I have heard of this. But I think that the Italians should be more anxious than you to bridge the conflict. After all, you have influence in New York now... Some people even hope that I will let you stay in New York permanently."

"Why?"

"Because you are now a sign, a sign of the American dream. You are based in Los Angeles and San Francisco, just as you are in New York."

"Haha, it looks like I'm quite popular."

“…”

In addition, the Hudson River Valley is also a must-see.

The title of Rockefeller's son-in-law played an important role in his current situation.

Talking to Old David would also allow Milo to better understand some of the upcoming developments in the United States.

Of course, it has become a routine.

Every time Milo comes to New York, Ariana, who is studying college preparatory in Boston, will take a few days off to return to New York as usual.

"Why didn't you ask Ivana and the Mellons to come together this time?"

"Ivana is sick and Eric has something else to do and doesn't want to come." Sitting on a bench in Central Park, when asked why she came out alone to date him this time.

Ariana said while eating snacks, giggling.

"How long will you stay this time?" Milo asked with a hot dog for lunch.

"Three days. Harvard's courses are too difficult. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with the progress if I'm away for too long."

Ariana clapped her hands in dismay, then showed a curious look, "But I didn't expect that you actually had never been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. God, if people knew that the miracle Blackburn who often traveled between Los Angeles and New York had never even been to the famous attractions in Manhattan, how interesting it would be."

"Hey, at least I've been to Central Park," Milo corrected.

"Yeah, you've been to Central Park. You're in Central Park right now," Ariana said teasingly.

Milo immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"So, would you like to walk with me around Central Park?" Ariana asked, puffing her cheeks as she threw a piece of chocolate cake into her mouth.

"I don't think this trip will be fun." Milo shook his head.

A large group of paparazzi had gathered not far away, but they were stopped outside by the police and Milo's security team.

With so many people taking pictures, it was impossible to take a quiet walk in Central Park.

"Milo." Ariana frowned immediately. She put down the bag in her hand and jumped up. She walked to him, put her hands on her hips, and then leaned over to him who was still sitting on the bench and stared at him fiercely: "I tried hard to convince my family for you that it is natural and normal for you to have multiple illegitimate children. I have already done this, can't you accompany me on this journey as a reward for being a guide?"

"Okay, okay...I surrender and I'll listen to you."

Having said that, Blackburn was able to find out that Milo already had an illegitimate child outside.

The family has more tentacles, and even the Rockefellers, one of the two most powerful families in the United States, certainly cannot be unaware of it.

But just like Milo thought, as long as he didn't marry those women.

It is not fair to bring those children back to the Blackburn family.

Then Rockefeller could just pretend he didn't see it.

But... after all, Ariana is his fiancée.

Ariana’s opinions and views matter.

If Ariana came out to make trouble, Rockefeller would not be able to pretend he saw nothing.

And when these things happened, Ariana was counseled by her family.

She in turn told her family that she didn't think it was a big deal.

This made it even more difficult for the Rockefeller family to comment on Milo's private life and children.

Milo should really thank Ariana for this.

Even if she did this, it was mainly because she was a rational person.

"I'll do whatever you say today," Milo muttered.

"That's what you said. If I ask you to kiss me in front of so many people and announce that I'm your fiancée, can you do it?" Ariana smiled cunningly.

"Well..." Milo hesitated, then leaned back a little, "Well, maybe. But I'm worried that the police will take me away right away. After all, I'm so much older than you, and the Juliet Romeo Act won't work."

"Really?" Ariana's brown eyes sparkled.

Milo seemed to sense her thoughts and was about to speak.

Ariana stood up and skipped towards the police who were maintaining law and order.

After watching the girl talking to the policemen for a few words, the policemen immediately looked at him. Milo immediately smiled bitterly, covered his forehead and closed his eyes.

Of course he didn't believe that the New York police would actually come over and handcuff him.

When tens of millions of dollars in donations are fake, New York City police officers can eat a few more donuts every year.

This is all thanks to him.

Don't talk about your relationship with Ariana.

Even if I really did something stupid in front of the police station.

Most New York police officers would probably pretend not to see it.

It's just to make a living, only a few thousand dollars a month, why risk your life?

"Hey, did you hear what they said, Milo? They just congratulated us on having a great afternoon." Ariana quickly ran back with a smile, "Your judgment was wrong."

"Okay, Ariana, you are obstructing official business." Milo tapped her head lightly with the rolled-up newspaper in his hand, then smiled at the policemen in the distance. One of them, who should be the deputy chief, returned a kind smile.

"Go ahead," Milo stood up, picked up the garbage around him and threw it into the trash can, "I will listen to you today, what are you going to do next?"

"Well... why don't we walk from this side of New York to that side of New York today. This will also help you get familiar with New York. After all, you haven't even been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art."

"Okay. But where do we start? You should have a plan, right?"

It is said that you have to walk from one end of New York to the other, but in fact you still have to drive to many places.

Although New York is divided into five administrative districts, it is not actually particularly large.

But it would take quite a while to walk there, not to mention that Staten Island is quite far away...

In fact, Milo and his friends didn't go to Staten Island, and they even only walked two blocks in the Bronx before leaving.

Besides, the public security in some places is not very good, such as the black community.

This is not racial discrimination, because the crime rate among black people is indeed relatively higher for various reasons.

This also exhausted the bodyguards of the New York Police Department and United Global.

The NYPD dispatched more than 300 people today, and there were even several helicopters flying in the sky.

The United World also dispatched more than one hundred elite troops.

A total of more than four hundred people surrounded Milo and Ariana.

Just to make sure the two of them have a good time in New York today.

Before the sun went down, Milo took Ariana back to the Hudson River Valley.

"How about we stop here and then we walk back."

Milo suggested parking the car two blocks away from the new Rockefeller estate.

"It looks like some people don't feel tired from walking." Ariana said with a smile. Although she didn't tour the whole of New York, she was still very happy today.

"It has nothing to do with how tired I am. I just want to walk with you for a while longer." Milo shrugged.

After getting out of the car, they walked slowly along the street.

Today, they have been talking about New York. So now it has become other things, such as women.

"Milo, they all say that you are addicted to sex. Is that true? Then wouldn't you kill all those women in bed without leaving a single trace?" Ariana asked with full curiosity and a hot face.

Is this a question you can ask? You are my fiancée. Milo felt a little weird.

"The sex addiction thing is true." He said carefully, "As for your last question...can I not answer it?"

"No, because that concerns some aspect of my happiness in the rest of my life!" It seemed that the closer Ariana got to her home, the bolder she became.

Milo slowed down his pace and looked down at her, his eyes sweeping over her smooth and slender shoulders, her slightly protruding chest, her feminine waist, and her perky butt that didn't seem like something that she should have at her age.

"Ariana, I remember that after your birthday this year, you will be fifteen years old."

He deliberately showed a slightly vulgar and impatient smile, "Perhaps you can find the answer to your question yourself."

Milo's original intention was to scare her so that the girl's problems in this regard would not become more and more excessive.

But she actually thrust out her non-existent chest, "Okay, everything is fine now. Why don't you come back with me and stay here tonight. You can stay in the same room with me, I'm your fiancée, you can do anything to me~"

As she spoke, she raised her thin willow-shaped eyebrows towards Milo and licked her lips in a naive manner, as if she wanted to seduce him.

"I surrender, I surrender." Milo raised his hands in surrender in front of her for the third time today.

The main reason is that she is too small, or should I say too thin.

And Milo didn't think that old David would really allow him to stay in his granddaughter's room tonight.

Although the two families have indeed decided to marry, the news has been released to the public for a long time.

But in fact, up to now, the two have not held an engagement ceremony.

Don't underestimate this engagement ceremony. In this circle, it is actually a ceremony for two families to formally form an alliance.

Until then, anything can happen.

Until then, Milo didn't believe that Rockefeller had really allowed him to eat Ariana.

Fortunately, this day is not far away.

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The two parties agreed on a time for the engagement ceremony to be held after Halloween this year.

Thinking of this, Milo whispered, "Ariana, you should eat more, you are too thin."

I heard him say this, especially the last sentence "You are too thin".

Ariana couldn't help but lower her head and looked at her airport, which was richer than the entire United States.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, why is it so flat? Not to mention that Ivana is only one year older than her, but she is already gifted with extraordinary talents.

Even Eric, who is the same age as her, is two or three sizes larger than her.

The problem is that she remembers her mother and the female elders in her family, which is not a small aspect either.

Gene mutation?

Ariana was a little depressed, "I will pay attention. I have a nutritionist."

After that, she decided to make her fiancé depressed, so she continued the previous topic, "By the way, since you have surrendered, then tell me the truth about my previous question. Do you think those women who slept with you were happy? Do you think you were happy?"

Milo: “…”

"Hurry up and tell me, hurry up and tell me! You have already surrendered!"

"Well... how should I put it? I think they must be very happy, because every time they scream and cry out, as for me... I am quite happy."

"What does that feel like? Tell me!"

"What kind of feeling?"

"It's the feeling you get when you have sex with a woman!"

"Um, are you sure you want to listen?"

"Sure!"

“…”

David and Kenny followed the distinguished couple with expressionless faces.

Next to them were a male and a female bodyguard of the Rockefeller family.

This was the topic discussed by this distinguished couple as they walked back to the Rockefeller estate.

It's just too... too vulgar.

Of course, getting along with Ariana and dealings with the Rockefeller family.

This is not all that happened to Milo after he came to New York.

The main purpose of his visit to New York this time was to arrange the listing of Paladin Media after the integration was completed.

There are also a large number of documents accumulated because others have been away from New York for a long time.

"Are these all documents I need to sign?" Milo looked at the folder Monica brought in and placed on his desk in disbelief. "You didn't bring the ones that only need Chris and the others to sign, did you?"

"I have worked for you for two years, and have also been with you in bed for two years. I can tell the difference clearly." Monica answered calmly.

"Okay, okay," Milo raised his hands, "then..."

"You only need to sign the first five copies, but it's best to read the rest first."

Monica said quickly, and then turned to leave, but then she seemed to remember something and pulled out a document and handed it to him: "Oh, by the way, I think you probably want to see this information first."

"This is..." Milo burst out laughing after flipping through the book. There was a one-inch photo of Sophie Marceau on the upper left corner of the first page.

"I knew that it's almost impossible to expect some people to change." Monica looked at him with a smile, her tone containing a hint of mockery and helplessness.

"You know, dear, I really like what you said just now, 'I also stayed in bed with you for two years'," Milo looked at her with a smile, "I hope to hear it again decades later. Of course, it would be even better if I could hear it for a lifetime."

Monica snorted and turned away, with no intention of staying.

It’s just that the curves that were stretched out by the short skirt seemed to be shaking more violently than usual.

With that pair of black transparent stockings and 5-inch high heels, she looks particularly attractive.

Milo, who was smiling happily, whistled as she closed the door, and it was unknown whether Monica heard it or not.

Then he focused his attention on the information in his hand.

This is the backup of Sophie Marceau's documents as she prepares to become a U.S. citizen.

Both France and the United States allow dual citizenship, so Sophie plans to become an American citizen as well.

It would also be better for her and Milo's two children.

After just a few glances, Milo put it down.

This won't be difficult, it's just a matter of becoming a citizen.

“Buzz——”

Milo reached for the buzzing phone on his desk, picked it up directly, and said, "This is Milo Blackburn."

Anyone who can get through to his number has basically passed the review of the previous secretariat.

Therefore, the person who could make the call must be a senior executive within the group.

They can contact Milo directly by phone.

Or those big shots outside, like Murdoch.

These people can also call directly in.

"Hello, Mr. Blackburn. I'm Steve Forbes."

A respectful old man's voice came from the microphone.

Milo raised an eyebrow, holding the receiver in one hand and tapping on the desk with the other, "Hello, Mr. Forbes, what can I do for you?"

"It is like this, Mr. Blackburn..."

“…”

It took Steve Forbes less than a minute to inform Milo of something.

That means Forbes magazine’s list of the world’s richest people is about to come out again this year.

Milo was ranked tenth on this list last year.

Last year, Steve Forbes also called before the list was published.

The same is true this year.

What Steve Forbes said to Milo.

That is, if Milo allows it, Forbes intends to move him up a bit on the list of the world's richest people this year.

Well, not many, only nine places were mentioned.

He was ranked tenth last year and moved up nine places this year.

The richest man in the world? Milo wondered.

It seems that it is not impossible to sit on this throne.

I am different from Rockefeller, Morgan and others.

They have already mastered their magical powers and have already forged a golden body, so they no longer need this title.

But I am too young, and it seems nice to have such a title.

"Can."

Holding the microphone, Milo spoke softly.

"...If you don't want to, we can...wait, Mr. Blackburn, you just said...okay?" Steve Forbes said in surprise.

"Yes, that's what I said."

Milo held the microphone in his hand and looked out the French window at the steel jungle of Manhattan. "Just report it as it is, Mr. Forbes."

"I understand! Thank you, Mr. Blackburn!" Steve Forbes said excitedly.

"By the way, Mr. Forbes, I heard that the $150 million corporate bond that Forbes magazine borrowed from First Citigroup has matured. I wonder..."

“…”

(End of this chapter)