Chapter 202 A Day in Blackburn

"Don't be nervous, there's nothing to be nervous about."

Bedminster Township, New Jersey.

At the Gimp National Golf Course, Gimp cheered for his good friend Michael Jackson.

He said: "Sometimes I even envy you. Dear Mike, because he actually likes you a little bit. Of course, we know that it is because you have unparalleled musical talent!"

Michael Jackson smiled and looked at the blond old man next to him and said, "I am a little nervous, Don. I am worried about what if he refuses?"

"He won't say no."

Jin Pu laughed triumphantly, "Didn't I tell you? I've already called him, and he asked me to bring you here!"

"Okay." Michael Jackson nodded and said sincerely:

"No matter what, I want to thank you, dear Tang. Thank you for your support all the time. Thank you very much!"

This person is Jinpu.

How should I say it?

You can say he is snobbish, you can say he is extravagant, you can say he speaks pompously and does things in a high-profile manner.

There are many people who like him, and there are just as many people who hate him.

But this person, Jinpu, when he really treats you as a friend.

He is definitely the best kind of friend.

Not to mention the help it provides him now, Michael Jackson also remembers the child molestation case many years ago.

But Jin Pu openly advertised in the newspapers that he believed he was not that kind of person.

He was even willing to let his children get along with him to prove that he was not a pervert.

In any case, Michael Jackson felt that Gimp was a very good friend.

The two were guided by the manager of Kimpo National Golf Course.

I got on the golf cart and set off to find Milo who had been there for a while.

The golf course is located in Bedminster, New Jersey, and covers an area of ​​approximately 535 acres, which is just over two square kilometers.

The size of the place doesn’t matter; the key is that it’s close enough to Manhattan.

It only takes about forty-five minutes to get to Manhattan by car.

It would be even faster if we took a helicopter.

When Gimp brought Michael Jackson to find Milo.

Milo was leading a large group of people, playing golf on one of the club's 18-hole courses.

A few dozen meters away from Milo, Jinpu was stopped by the bodyguards.

But when he found out it was Gimp, the bodyguard smiled politely, "Good morning, Mr. Gimp. The boss said that if it was you, you could go straight over."

Gimp winked at Michael Jackson, indicating how much face he had with Milo.

"Jack, this is Michael, Michael Jackson! We are on the appointment list for today, and I think Milo must want to see MJ right away!"

Gimp interceded with the bodyguards to allow Michael Jackson to go as well.

"Okay." The bodyguard nodded, and immediately said, "But Mr. Jackson needs to undergo a simple examination."

Gimp looked at MJ, and Michael Jackson took a deep breath and nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

Then it took several minutes for Michael Jackson to complete the security check.

The two were allowed to walk to where Milo and his group were swinging their clubs.

As Gimp walked over, he heard Milo saying to a very dark black man beside him, "Don't worry, dear Mr. Sanko. Believe me, you will definitely be able to return safely to - well, Fridon, that's how it's spelled, right?"

"It's Freetown, sir... the capital of my country."

"Okay, Freetown. Anyway, trust me, you will definitely be able to return to your Freetown safely."

"I believe you, Mr. Blackburn."

At this time, Gimp and Michael Jackson had already walked in front of them.

Milo smiled and raised his hand to greet Gimp and Michael Jackson:

"Hey, good morning, Don, and dear MJ. It's a nice weather today, isn't it? Look at those birds flying in the sky, I believe they are also enjoying the sunshine and breeze today."

"Good morning, Milo." Jin Pu said happily and looked up at the geese flying in the sky.

"But speaking of these birds, I want to shoot them down. Fuck, I was playing ball here the other day and they came over and dropped guano bombs on me. Oh shit! Thank New Jersey law that it's not hunting season, otherwise they would all be dead!"

“New Jersey is not a good place for hunting.”

Milo smiled back and shook hands with Michael Jackson in greeting.

"Wait a moment, I'll take care of Mr. Sanko first."

He gestured to Gimp and Michael Jackson.

Of course the latter nodded quickly.

Watch as Milo continues to talk to the black man who doesn't look like an African American.

At the same time, next to Milo, there was a middle-aged white man who looked to be in his thirties or forties, smiling at them with the look of an elite model.

"Your brothers won't get in your way. They'll stay in Europe, and you're the only one who can go back."

"But I have received intelligence that your father, Foday Sankoh, is indeed in trouble. He is currently imprisoned in the basement of your, uh, presidential palace in Freetown."

"It's easy to get you back safely. But what happens next won't be so easy."

"Mr. Sanko, the risk may be a bit high. We need to think about it later."

Kimp was confused, but the word "Freetown" he heard twice made him ponder.

This sounds like a place name, where is it?

Anke Sanko pursed his thick lips, and the black man from the Gold Coast said softly but firmly: "I will repay you, Mr. Blackburn and Mr. Lodge. Please believe me, because this is the only promise I have now."

Jin Pu saw this after the black man said this.

Milo and the white man in his thirties looked at each other and smiled.

"I hope you remember what you said."

“Well,” Milo said, smiling at Foday Sankoh’s son, “like I said, we will help you.”

The matter finally ended here, and Gimp saw the black man being sent away.

Then Milo introduced the white man next to him to them.

"This is Ryder, my friend and fellow worker. This is Don, also my friend. As for this one, Michael Jackson, I don't need to introduce him, right?"

Reds laughed and shook hands with Gimp and Michael Jackson.

However, he had no intention of staying here to deepen his relationship with Gimp and Michael Jackson.

Reeds said goodbye and left without saying a few words.

Jinpu was very curious about what Milo had just done.

Because he knew that although Ryder Lodge's Textron company might not seem very famous, it was not an ordinary company.

But of course Jinpu wouldn't be so stupid as to ask, he had other things to do here today.

And the result was just as he said, with the arrival of Michael Jackson.

Milo was welcoming.

This is Michael Jackson, the undisputed number one pop music superstar.

A creative genius.

Even if he insisted on holding the copyright to the songs he created, it would still bring Sony tens of millions of dollars in profits every year.

At its peak, annual profits even reached hundreds of millions of dollars.

Even in the future, Michael Jackson will not be able to be as productive as he was ten years ago.

But such a sign is placed in the company.

Even if he doesn't sing, he can still earn tens of millions of dollars every year just from his commercial role.

As for sheltering Michael Jackson, it may cause trouble for Sony and some white people.

But these are exactly what Milo is least worried about.

For the sake of a little money.

Milo was willing to take the trouble.

He easily negotiated with Michael Jackson for his "transfer" to Universal Music.

Of course, the details still need to be discussed by professionals.

It will take several months to resolve the dispute with Sony.

Although Gimpy really wanted to keep Milo and let him stay at Gimpy National Golf Club for a while longer in the afternoon.

However, Milo had an interview in the afternoon, so he declined Kimp's invitation.

But back to Manhattan.

At the Rockefeller Center, he accepted an exclusive interview with its weekly magazines World Report and U.S. News, which has now been renamed Us Weekly.

In the conference room.

The micro recorder was placed on the square table in the middle.

Alice Stewart, a beautiful female reporter, works for both US Weekly and CNN.

She held a pen in her hand, crossed her legs, placed the interview draft on her thighs, and smiled as she looked at Milo across from her and said, "First of all, thank you Mr. Blackburn for accepting our interview. After all, everyone knows that you rarely accept media interviews. I am very honored."

After the opening remarks, Alice, who is young, beautiful, and specially singled out for her huge breasts, suppressed her nervousness and excitement and formally interviewed her boss.

"…Then the first question is, Mr. Blackburn, how do you view your current wealth? The media calls you Mr. 100 billion dollar, and some call you the miracle Blackburn. It took you less than two years to go from assets of one million dollars to the current 100 billion. This is simply crazy, and you are only 25 years old now!"

Milo had a gentle smile on his face and was not offended by Alice's immediate questions about his wealth.

This is our own media.

Before the interview, those questions and processes.

It has been studied by the newspaper and his advisory group for more than half a month.

Research what they think best suits Milo's current needs.

A series of questions and processes that can help him improve his chances of winning the acquisition of the two energy companies in public opinion.

Like the question at the beginning.

After all, the United States is a money society, and heroes are always judged by money.

Is there any topic more attractive than money and wealth?

"hehe."

Milo shook his head and chuckled, then held up a finger and said, "First of all, let me correct one thing. The claim that I have assets worth 100 billion U.S. dollars is just an estimate made by Forbes based on some news reports and available data. I can tell you that this data is wrong."

"Oh? Then Mr. Blackburn, could you please reveal the amount of your assets? I think the public is still very concerned about this issue."

Although Alice is young, she got the opportunity to appear on camera today because of her beautiful looks and big breasts.

But she had strong professional ethics and immediately cooperated and asked.

"There's nothing wrong with that. After all, my wealth is earned through my own talent and hard work. My think tank recently compiled the figures, and my current total assets have exceeded 200 billion US dollars. Of course, this includes the company's valuation."

As soon as Milo finished speaking, several US Weekly staff members, including Alice, gasped.

Looking at the young man sitting in front of me, he was like a big kid.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"Oh my God, this is really crazy! It's so shocking, it's unbelievable, the miracle Blackburn, this title is really appropriate."

Alice used three consecutive exclamatory sentences to express her inner amazement.

Looking at the calm and confident Milo, his heart was in turmoil.

The process script contains questions to ask and the scale of what she should say.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

But there is no answer for Milo above, so you can start over anyway.

So the newspaper did not give the boss any answers to memorize.

The boss can answer however he wants, and at worst he can just reshoot.

As for the $200 billion fortune mentioned by Milo...

Including the more than 50 Internet companies that have not yet gone public, there will be that many in half a year to a year.

Although it is just an estimation, Milo insisted on saying so and no one can find fault with it.

This is also the character designed by the advisory group for Milo——

Super rich, ridiculously rich.

There is enough money to acquire two energy companies without any problem.

"So, can you share your success story with the American people? Also, how do you view your wealth? This is $200 billion. Luxury homes, supercars, yachts, airplanes, all of which are a piece of cake for you, but I haven't seen any news about you. How are you going to spend it?"

"Haha, actually, my growth process has been reported by many media, and there is basically no discrepancy, so there is no need to elaborate. As for how I view wealth, I actually have no concept of money."

Milo had a calm expression on his face, as if he was indifferent.

The people on the opposite side, including Alice, looked astonished.

"I was sixteen when I was worth over a million dollars."

That's right, at that time Paladin bought him a house in Beverly in his name.

The house was worth three million dollars, so that was certainly how much money he had at the time.

“I was worth over $100 million when I was 22 years and three months old.”

That was when Netscape was successfully listed and his novel was successfully published.

"Now I'm 25 years old, and I've made over $100 billion. To be honest, money is not that important to me. When I started writing novels, I didn't do it for money, and later when I started a business, it wasn't for money. Of course, having money is a great thing, at least I can afford to do a lot of things."

Milo's indifference to money.

The kind of tone that makes it seem like stacks of dollars are just numbers on paper.

It almost made everyone present spit out blood.

They all gritted their teeth and cursed the tall, handsome, young and rich boss in front of them.

Alice secretly exhaled a breath and suppressed the urge to bite her boss to death.

He forced a smile on his face, which was stiff from clenching his teeth, and asked, "Like...anything interesting?"

"Well... for example, when I was tired of writing novels, I would play computer games. For example, "Command and Conquer: Red Alert" which came out last year. Later, I felt that this kind of virtual game was not fun, so I bought my own private military service company and played with real rockets, tanks, missiles, and cannons. Thanks to the great United States of America, these are all legal in our country!"

As he spoke, Milo smiled confidently, spread his hands and shrugged, and continued: "Finally, my company is now ranked in the top five among PMC companies in the United States."

"Although I have spent more than a billion dollars on this, and it seems difficult to recover the cost at present. But I don't value money. What I value is the acquired company, every employee in the company at that time, and my true happiness from the bottom of my heart~"

After Milo finished speaking, the office fell into a brief silence.

The few people who came over today from US Weekly were a little overwhelmed by their boss's pretentious words.

Fuck, what does it mean to not care about money, but to care about inner happiness?

Can you be happy without money?

No matter how much I complain in my heart, the interview must continue.

But Milo still had a calm expression, indifferent tone and clear eyes.

Everyone felt that the boss was not showing off deliberately because he was young and flamboyant, but what he had just said was indeed the truth.

At least that's what it looked like in the videotape.

This made the people present look forward to the response after the interview was broadcast.

"So Mr. Blackburn, speaking of creativity and inspiration, and your play in the financial markets. Where do your intuitions come from?"

Alice looked at Milo, who was calm and confident, and a gleam of light flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She didn't mind Milo's, how should I put it, somewhat boastful words just now at all. Instead, she felt that this was the difference between a genius and an ordinary person.

"Um……"

Milo groaned, thought for a moment and said:

"Everyone knows that I was depressed for a while. It was a dark period, like being stuck in a swamp. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't redeem myself. Later, my brother who loved me the most passed away."

"I cried at his funeral for the first time I can remember."

"I was crying like a fool, and I heard some voices in a daze. Some great existence told me that I couldn't go on like before."

Alice and her colleagues looked at each other.

However, there are indeed many devout believers who have always firmly believed that bosses are favored by God.

"So can we assume that many of your creative ideas and inspirations are not yours. Instead, they come from... the voice you mentioned?"

Alice glanced down at the script before asking quietly.

"Yes, that is... I think that is the voice of God. It is the gospel that He gave me to bring to the world."

Milo remained calm, with one corner of his mouth slightly raised, his hands making the sign of the cross in front of his chest, and his eyes became sharp.

Who can't act?

And who are the Americans? Under the joint education of the authorities and capitalists.

After decades of development, people have become obsessed with pacifiers and have become brain-dead.

In addition to entertainment, religion is their most important spiritual support.

Including today's interview, it is also a drama for Milo.

Just a show.

In the United States, it's not just Hollywood professionals who have to know how to act.

Those who sing, model, do business, or even go into politics must be able to act.

Even ordinary people have to act and show off.

In American society, you can't survive if you can't act and show off.

The only way to survive is to go to the Alaskan wilderness.

Americans can act and put on a show, and the US also likes to watch celebrities act and put on a show.

This is the purpose of Milo's interview today, to let Americans know his latest situation.

In addition to continuing to strengthen his character, it is also because——

The New York Stock Exchange and relevant U.S. securities departments have confirmed that Paladin Media, which is planning to go public through a backdoor listing, has completed its integration and is scheduled to go public on the fifth of next month.

Because it is an integrated backdoor listing, there are none of the various troubles and receptions associated with an IPO before listing.

There is less than half a month left, so this interview will also help warm up Paladin Media for its listing.

After seeing off the somewhat disappointed busty beauty Alice and her group, Milo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window holding a cup of coffee, looking at the clear sky outside. The warm summer sun shone on his body, and there was enough heating support so that people would not feel hot, but only comfortable.

Some of the things I said in the interview today.

Perhaps it will cause some waves in the short term. After all, I just made some "prophecies".

For example, predictions about the future of the Internet, some views on the international situation, and speculations about future technology.

I have to wait another ten years until everything happens exactly as I just said.

By then, there will surely be a group of people who will bring out their interview today.

By then everyone will think that he is a true pioneer of the times.

The silent marketing of Paladin Media's listing was also hidden in the interview.

It was quite successful.

After drinking the coffee, Milo put the coffee cup on the table, walked to the dressing mirror to tidy himself up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There is also a sexy little beauty waiting for his favor at home.

Today is still a beautiful day.

The latest list of the world's top ten sexiest goddesses includes Britney Spears, who is less than seventeen years old.

This goddess in the memory of a generation of Americans can now only enjoy pleasure under him.

This sense of conquest was undoubtedly a great boost to his self-confidence.

The temperament and momentum of successful people and those in high positions are accumulated through continuous success and conquests.

Before nightfall, he boarded a helicopter and returned to his estate in Great Neck, Long Island.

When he got home, Milo took off his suit and threw it on the sofa, then untied his tie and walked quickly to the bedroom door.

I opened the door and saw that there was no Xiao Tiantian on the big white bed.

But the servant just said that she was in the room.

Listening carefully, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. He chuckled and quickly took off his clothes.

The picture is inappropriate. The elephant's trunk looks hideous and frightening.

Pushing open the bathroom door, Britney, who was playing in the bathtub, saw Milo coming in and her beautiful eyes lit up.

Despite her young age, she had a charming smile on her face and stood up from the bathtub. Her perfect curves were displayed in front of Milo's burning eyes, which was fascinating.

Lifting his legs into the bathtub, Milo lay down with a smile, looking up at the beautiful scenery of the garden. The morning dew was crystal clear and beautiful.

The water in the bathtub was surging, and the crisp hitting sounds and the sound of overflowing bath water falling on the bathroom floor came one after another.

Shameful words and heavy breathing, accompanied by screams, filled the room wantonly.

This was a dull day for Milo.

This is Chapter 202, it’s labeled wrong.

(End of this chapter)