Chapter 219 Milo's Bad Taste

A lavish party comparable to the Oscars dinner dominated the entertainment headlines of all media the next day. Stars, celebrities, food, wine and everything else at the party became the subject of media coverage.

In the morning, Milo ate breakfast leisurely and read the newspaper.

Almost all newspaper sections related to entertainment media were filled with reports of his cocktail party last night.

Even a serious financial media like the Wall Street Journal doesn't know whether it is for sales or to attract attention.

They even reported on last night's Miami cocktail party from a financial perspective.

Everything seems so beautiful.

"Let Kenny and David in."

Put a copy of the New York Post with a very exaggerated headline next to it.

Milo turned to Mrs. Solly, who was serving him breakfast.

The latter smiled gently and nodded, and she walked out for a while.

Kenny and David walked in.

"Have you had breakfast?"

Milo picked up the warm towel prepared nearby and wiped his mouth, then smiled and said to his two most trusted people.

Of course Kenny and David replied that he had eaten.

"Tell me about it."

Milo then slowly picked up his knife and fork and began to cut the steak made from longhorn veal.

Angus cattle are the most common breed of beef cattle in the United States.

The Texas specialty, the Longhorn, is known for its unique athletic style and flavor.

Blackburn Capital Investment Holdings' agricultural company currently owns more than 1.3 million acres of land across the United States.

Of course, in Texas, a state with excellent agricultural conditions, and where his grandfather's family is also located.

Even this longhorn calf beef was still in his morning sleep.

Freshly slaughtered and flown in directly from Texas.

It is freshly slaughtered, and the time spent in transportation is required for the acid to drain out.

Specially prepared by the grill master.

This is when the beef tastes its best. It is juicy and plump but not too greasy, soft and tender but not sticky.

"Eleven of our own were injured, but no one died."

"Three people from New York died and twenty-five were injured. They all left by boat last night and should have arrived in New York by now."

"An FBI detective was killed in the line of duty. Many local police officers died last night, but they won't give us exact figures."

Kenny reported quickly and quietly.

"So, what about the cockroaches?"

"All 165 people on the target list died."

Kenny shrugged.

"But there should be more than that. In the second half of the night, there was a chain reaction and they started fighting among themselves. Most of the local police casualties were caused by this. According to a rough estimate, their death toll last night should be more than 300 people."

"Only three hundred people?"

Milo looked a little dissatisfied, but in fact he had already enjoyed it.

"Forget it. Who says I'm merciful? Just withdraw all the people and let that Mexican and Gary McCarthy clean up the mess. You know, I've done them a lot of good things."

Kenny nodded and said nothing more.

Milo continued to eat, but his attention was clearly not on the delicious longhorn veal steak.

He was thinking about the possible chain reactions that might follow.

On the surface, what happened in Miami last night was that he was crazy again.

Just because a few people broke into his territory with the intention of spying on his secrets.

The masters behind these people refuse to come out and admit it.

He just ordered people to come and kill people. This was too frivolous, too cruel, and too frightening.

Yet this was exactly the effect Milo wanted.

Cruelty and unreasonableness have always been his protective color.

He is not like those real rich people who can handle most things through compromise and exchange of interests.

Want to target him?

Unless one can kill with one blow, compromise and exchange of interests are necessary.

There will also be violent revenge from him that is fierce, direct, and slightly childish.

Otherwise, why would he support such a large security company? As for the local reaction...

Those local tyrants would probably laugh at him for being childish.

Just kill the scum. What's the point of killing too many? If you kill John today, Jack will pop up tomorrow.

If we kill Jack the day after tomorrow, Jones will appear the day after that.

If the overall environment doesn't change, there's no point in killing anyone, and at most you can just vent your anger.

And this is actually exactly what Milo wanted. He never thought of really falling out with the locals.

The various warlords in the United States are no joke.

If you really provoke these people, you will happen to be on their territory.

Even the President of the United States might find it difficult to leave their land.

Unless the federal army is directly mobilized to fight a civil war with the local National Guard...

This is definitely something that other princes across the country do not want to see.

The final possibility is that the commander-in-chief and the local princes are suppressed by other princes and forced to compromise with each other.

Like now.

Kill some local "chickens".

Warn the monkeys in the middle level without provoking a crazy counterattack from the tigers above their heads.

At this point, Milo felt that he had a pretty good grasp of it.

The most important thing is that I have satisfied myself.

The local area is in a mess? None of his business!

Thinking of this, he felt even happier.

In the morning, after breakfast.

Milo returned to Gimpel's International Golf Club in West Palm Beach.

However, the guests he invited today changed from Gary McCarthy to William Hearst, Shiyi Newhouse, and their female companions.

William Hearst brought his daughter and niece.

As of last night, Amanda Hearst and Lydia Hearst no longer live in Mar-a-Lago.

Shiyi Newhouse was outside, followed by his right-hand man and female lover Anna Wintour.

That’s right, it’s the famous female devil in the fashion circle, the editor-in-chief of the American version of “VOGUE” magazine.

"…What? You're going to have your modeling agency perform at the Super Bowl?"

Shiyi Newhouse said in surprise: "Will Paul Talib agree?"

Paul Talib was the commissioner of the NFL who took office in 1989, just like David Stern of the NBA.

"We have put in a lot of effort and the alliance has agreed. We are just waiting for the beginning of next year. Victoria's Secret is bound to reach a new height of development."

Speaking of this, Milo couldn't help laughing.

As the final of American football, the Super Bowl has always had the highest ratings in the United States.

Those fans who love American football very much will turn on the TV to watch it on this day if they cannot go to the game in person.

So the popularity of the Super Bowl is unparalleled.

If a singer can perform at the Super Bowl, his popularity and fame will soar significantly.

Many superstar singers have also performed on it, such as MJ and Madonna.

Victoria's Secret wants to take its brand to the next level.

Then having a stunning catwalk at the Super Bowl is undoubtedly the best choice.

Several leaders of Victoria's Secret are all very outstanding talents. After being acquired by Paladin Media, they immediately began to cooperate with the head office.

With five supermodels in charge, the exclusive model team is also constantly recruiting.

This underwear brand is currently developing much better than in another time and space.

Although Milo did not focus on this, he did not know much about it.

But isn't he surrounded by Victoria's Secret models every day in Miami these days?

He did take some care of them.

And Victoria's Secret will also be helpful to Paladin Media's future expansion into the luxury goods sector.

"This will be a new beginning for Victoria's Secret."

Milo said as he took the golf club handed to him by the caddy and walked to the golf ball under the gaze of Newhouse, Hearst and landlord Gimp.

Bang! With a crisp sound, the small golf ball rushed into the sky.

It drew a beautiful arc in the sky and fell to the other side of the lake.

According to the rules of the game, they now have to go over there and continue the game.

Since the distance was not far, several people did not choose to sit on the golf ball.

They decided to walk there together.

Behind them, the female companions brought by the four men followed the men.

They also had intimate conversations with each other, and looked like close friends who had known each other for many years as they walked forward together.

Of course, they also changed into the same golf attire as the men.

However, compared to men, most of them dress for comfort.

Their golf clothes are obviously more about appearance.

All of them are well-cut to show off the graceful figures of women.

The golf cap on his head was lightly pressed, which provided sun protection and made him look more cool.

Ivana, Amanda and Lydia, three young girls, all surrounded Anna Wintour.

It is obvious that the female devil of fashion is almost like an idol in the eyes of New York socialites of their age.

"It's a very good idea. No, it's very feasible."

William Hearst was visibly moved as Milo Blackburn described a whole new world to him.

Highly feasible.

Once successful, the luxury alliance will inevitably bring huge benefits to its participants.

"Newhouse plus Hearst plus my Paladin Media. From the bottom to the top, the entire media ecosystem can be covered."

Milo put the golf club on his shoulder and held it with both hands, not caring whether the golf club worth more than ten thousand dollars would be bent or broken by him.

"From models to fashion editors to those who have a say in the fashion industry, we also have that."

He turned his head and looked at Hurst and Newhouse beside him.

“All we still lack is a luxury brand that can tell a story.”

"So..." Tester and Shiyi Newhouse looked at each other, then turned to look at Milo, "Dear Milo, do you have a goal?"

“Gucci Group.”

Milo uttered the word.

In 1922, an ambitious young Italian opened a small shop in Florence selling leather goods.

Prior to this he worked as a waiter at the Savoy Hotel in London.

There, he discovered that luggage and bags were important status symbols for the rich and elite.

So he returned to Italy, learned the leather manufacturing trade, and launched his line of premium luggage and handbags.

This young man is called Guccio, and he founded the famous Gucci.

In the 1940s, Gucci became a star in the fashion world, and any product with the Gucci logo became a must-have item for movie stars, aristocrats and even the first lady.

However, royal power is not eternal.

The family infighting of the luxury brands created by Italians is as cruel as the infighting among the mafia created by Italians.

The internal fights among other wealthy families are at most a fight over shares and inheritance rights.

The infighting within the Gucci family can be described as a life-and-death struggle.

After the founder's death in 1970, over the past 20 years, five members of the Gucci family have been shot, seven have been imprisoned, and two have disappeared and their whereabouts are still unknown in their fight for shares.

Finally, two years ago, the entire Gucci family was kicked out.

Today's Gucci Group has nothing to do with the Gucci family except in name.

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Last year, the board of directors took it to the New York and Amsterdam stock exchanges and London's SEAQ international market to complete its IPO.

About a year after listing, the stock price has risen by 323%. "The total market value is 2.5 billion US dollars." Shiyi Newhouse pondered for a few seconds, and then looked at Milo again. "If the premium is taken into account, the funds involved may require about 3 billion US dollars."

"That's about right." Milo shook his head and said with a smile, "My company on Wall Street has already acquired about 20% of the company's outstanding shares. If you're willing to join, I welcome you. If not, that's fine too, but I hope you can give me a discount on the advertising fee, after all, this will be a long-term cooperation."

It is hard to imagine that in a decade or so, the global personal luxury goods market will experience such a large-scale explosion.

It will grow from the current scale of 400 to 500 billion US dollars per year to nearly 500 to 600 billion US dollars per year.

Now, in the Forbes 500 list, major luxury groups and giants that did not even make it into the top 100 have squeezed into the top 20.

The rankings on the rich list are even more outrageous. Those who work in luxury goods have even been the world's richest people for several years.

Take the Gucci Group as an example. Its current market value on the stock market is only about US$2.3 billion.

But it won’t take too long. In five years, its market value will exceed 10 billion US dollars.

By 2015, after the rise of China's economy, its annual profit alone exceeded US$2.3 billion.

"Newhouse is willing to join." Shiyi Newhouse was obviously more decisive than Hurst. He made the decision directly, "It is a blessing to be able to join the camp of Miracle Blackburn!"

The words sound nice, but in fact, it was the entire upstream and downstream luxury goods industry chain described by Milo that impressed Shiyi Newhouse.

From branding to publicity, from publicity to sales, there is the power of large American financial groups to rely on behind the scenes.

And their oil men are waving flags and cheering behind the scenes.

There is no reason to fail unless the market is in a downturn, such as the Great Depression in the 1920s.

If that happens, everyone will die, regardless of whether they invest in luxury goods or not.

Seeing Shiyi Newhouse's decisiveness, Hester sighed and smiled, "Of course I think so too. Then... Hester is willing to join."

By this time, the men had walked across the edge of the lake and arrived in front of the golf ball that had fallen to the ground.

“This club is bent.”

Milo tossed the golf club to David, who was acting as a caddy.

David replaced the boss with a new carbon fiber golf club.

Although this thing appeared in the last century, it was not until the 1960s and 1970s that it gradually entered the civilian market after scientific research by the Japanese.

However, due to the low production volume and the Japanese's hunger marketing, the price is very high.

Such a golf club costs more than 10,000 US dollars on the market, which can be said to be very expensive.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation!"

He said to the two of them with a smile, then he pushed lightly, but the ball missed the hole.

"No more playing."

He threw down his golf club and said directly to Hearst and Newhouse, who were obviously speechless but trying to suppress their laughter, "Go inside and have a rest and a drink."

Of course, Hearst and Newhouse agreed.

After lunch, on the way back to Mar-a-Lago.

Outside the car window, the picturesque scenery of Miami slowly unfolds. Under the azure sky, coconut trees sway, the sea breeze blows, high-rise buildings and white sandy beaches complement each other, and yachts shuttle between the blue sea and blue sky, forming a breathtaking tropical seaside picture that makes people feel relaxed and happy, forgetting the hustle and bustle.

I was just thinking about whether to play Giselle first, or the little fox first, or to stack them up and play four holes.

Suddenly, Kenny in the passenger seat turned around.

"Boss, number one, it's Mr. Blackburn Sr."

Milo took it casually, took a look at it, and said, "Good afternoon, dear grandpa."

"Good afternoon, my dear Milo. Are you still in Miami?"

"Yes."

"Notify your media group to prepare. The mess in Zipperton's pocket is about to explode."

“Wow~”

Milo turned his gaze away from the scenery outside the window, a little surprised, "Today? Who stabbed it?"

In fact, last year, someone wanted to expose the scandal of Zipperton.

But in order to allow him to be re-elected, a more powerful force came from above to suppress the matter.

Milo even reaped many benefits from this matter.

For example, his father became the US Secretary of Defense because of this.

He knew it then.

This thing is bound to explode this year.

He originally thought it should be out in February or March.

I didn't expect it to come out until now.

"Newt Gingrich."

"Speaker of the House?"

"That's him. Zipperton rejected the House's 1997 agricultural support spending, which was what Newt promised to his Georgia farmer voters. He prepared for this for more than half a year, but now...tsk tsk, he naturally wants revenge."

"Who did he let fire first?" Milo wondered.

Although it is not yet 2024, the era when most American media giants have turned to the Democratic Party.

But all along, due to different directions.

The Elephant Party cannot beat the Donkey Party in terms of media opinion.

"The Australians," Blackburn said. "They've done the Australians some favours. News Corp will lead the charge this time."

"Murdoch? Haha, that's a possibility. I'm surprised they didn't come to me first."

"They were afraid you would refuse. Although they gave me the position of whip, in public, Joseph is the Minister of Defense."

The party whip may look powerful, but in fact he is at most the third or fourth most powerful person in the two parties.

Most of the time, the top leader is the party leader who is successfully elected.

If not, it would be the Speaker of the National Assembly. If not, it would be the Chairman of the National Committee.

Next is the chairman of the board.

The next level down is the party whip.

In many cases, the whip is an honorary position, responsible for hosting and controlling the pace of party meetings.

It is usually held by a prestigious party member.

The conditions were sufficient for elder Blackburn to step down as party whip.

It’s just that as one of the leaders of the Elephant Party, he “obeyed” the orders of the Donald Trump Party leader Kennedy.

So after Kennedy came up with his creative ideas, he began to be neglected and excluded within the Elephant Party.

By the 1980s, he had to withdraw from the power struggle within the Elephant Party.

Fortunately, although Kennedy is dead, his influence is still very strong.

At that time, old Blackburn asked his son Joseph to lead people to change jobs.

If you directly vote for the Donkey Party, the situation will be completely different.

The Blackburn family's political influence would not be completely dissipated because he was a die-hard supporter of Kennedy.

It's better now.

Now he has a grandson whom both parties are vying to win over.

The Blackburn family is on the rise again in Washington.

Even he, the party whip thirty years ago, can come out again.

He is just like a party whip, and of course he is no match for the powerful Defense Minister of the Donkey Party.

People like Newt Gingrich probably understand this, too.

So look for Murdoch first, not Milo.

"That's good. It saves me from getting embarrassed. You know, Paladin Media's political stance is neutral."

Milo smiled and said, "Now I know, thank you, Grandpa. I'll have someone follow up."

"Yeah." Old Blackburn's voice came from the phone.

The old man suddenly said, "Someone called me and said you were having so much fun in Miami that you didn't want to leave?"

Milo opened his mouth.

I know grandpa is not referring to Victoria's Secret.

It's just a small matter to them.

It should refer to what happened in the night of Miami last night.

"Someone upset me. I just wanted to vent, that's all."

"That's good. Just be careful about the scale."

"Um."

"One more thing," said old Blackburn.

"What's up."

"You want to buy Iowa."

"how's it going?"

"It has to be the Missouri?"

"Yes...I must."

"Why?"

"Because it is the last Iowa-class battleship to be decommissioned and has the most commemorative value."

"Are you referring to the fact that the Neon people signed the surrender agreement on this battleship?"

"Yes. Grandfather, think about it."

Milo smiled softly, put his feet on the leg rest, and looked at the sunshine, white clouds and beach outside the car window. "When I drive this huge battleship to Tokyo Bay again in the name of Americans, I think it will be very interesting. Haha, don't you think so?"

Old Blackburn: “…”

What a bad taste.

However, although it is a bit difficult, old Blackburn is still willing to try it again to satisfy his grandson's bad taste.

Because it's really not a big deal, it's just an old warship that has been decommissioned and can only be put in a museum.

The only problem is that it's too expensive.

But money is really nothing to my grandson.

"That's all, I'll try with someone else. Good-bye, my dear Milo."

"Goodbye, Grandfather."

“…”

(End of this chapter)