Chapter 231 Feeling at Home

As the saying goes, every ten miles has different customs and every hundred miles has different customs. The cultural customs of each country are also unique.

The neon streets are very lively, like a microcosm of society, showing all kinds of life.

Tokyo at night is full of flashing neon lights and extravagance, but tomorrow morning they will return to their serious appearance, a crazy and paranoid nation.

The convoy passed through the bustling city of Tokyo. Milo looked at the night view of Tokyo outside the car window and talked with Sumitomo Junko about her work over the past six months.

From Milo's perspective, there's really nothing to say.

Because it is backed by the Sumitomo Group, and has a real backer, Blackburn.

In the entire Japanese media and entertainment circles, no one dared to really provoke her.

And there is also the Asian power of Paladin Media to draw on.

If she still fails to develop, then Junko Sumitomo can be said to be a complete waste in business.

But the reality is that Junko has the ability to work and knows how to take advantage of situations.

So since she has known Milo for more than a year, she has successfully earned the nickname "Iron-Blooded Queen of Neon Entertainment".

Just like the second Queen of Britain.

No matter how strong you are outside, no matter how powerful you were in the past.

When they return to their families, no matter how powerful the queen is, there is always a man behind her who knows her so well that she has been pregnant.

So when they returned home, hearing Milo say that he was tired from the journey, Sumitomo Junko gently arranged for him to take a bath and relax first, and then go out for dinner later.

Milo was happy to accept it because he didn't have much to do in Neon this time, just to see his son and the woman.

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he will go to the neighboring country and reunite with his grandfather.

I took a shower in the spacious bathroom, soaked in the bathtub, and closed my eyes to rest.

Tokyo residents have the longest life expectancy in the world, which is closely related to their love of taking baths.

Taking a bath occasionally can indeed relieve fatigue, calm the mind, and promote blood circulation.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.

Milo said, "Where's Andy?"

"He's full. My mom is taking him."

Sumitomo Junko said something as soft as the sound of a mosquito, and then there was a rustling sound.

Milo squinted his eyes and glanced over, seeing skin as white as snow and nothing on the body.

Her face was full of tenderness and her steps were light and graceful. Her waist was not much thicker after giving birth, but her cup size was obviously much larger.

"Sir, let me rub your back."

Milo hummed and turned his head away.

Sumitomo Junko began to rinse herself with water. Her whole body was wet and her hair was tied into a high ponytail.

She stretched out her slender legs and stepped into the bathtub, then sat behind Milo and massaged his shoulders to relieve his fatigue.

Milo lay down and rested his head on the bulging collagen.

Junko's face flushed a little and she couldn't help but snort because Milo's short hair was a little thorny.

I thought to myself that it was a good thing that Andy had just finished eating.

Otherwise, with the husband pressing on me like this, the milk would probably flow out.

After more than ten minutes, Milo was almost asleep.

Junko gently reminded: "Sir, you should get up. You can't soak for too long."

She took out a small stool and placed it under the shower head. Japanese bathing usually involves cleansing the body, soaking in the bath, scrubbing the body, and finally washing.

The comfort level after completing the whole process is even better than that of scrubbing bath in Northeast China.

If I have to point out a shortcoming, it would probably be Junko Sumitomo.

Although she should have studied it specially, she is a noble lady after all, and now the iron-blooded queen of Neon Tokyo Entertainment. Even if she has studied it seriously, Milo is the only person she can manipulate.

So there is naturally a big gap in proficiency and skills.

But the soft-spoken and lithe Junko Sumitomo kept swaying in front of Milo.

Which decent person can stand this kind of test?

Between the original scrubbing and washing steps, a new process was added, which caused the bathing time to be extended by more than an hour.

Milo, wearing a bathrobe and looking refreshed, walked out of the bathroom, leaving the almost collapsed Sumitomo Junko to clean up the mess.

After sitting in the Japanese-style living room for a while, Sumitomo Junko still hadn't come out, so Milo called the personal maid and housekeeper and asked Mrs. Solly to bring her son over.

As a result, the son was brought over, but the person who brought him over was Sumitomo Eri, the mother of Sumitomo Junko.

Milo certainly knew about Sumitomo Junko's family relationships.

She and the current head of the Sumitomo chaebol, Sumitomo Tomojun, are cousins, but Sumitomo Tomojun's father is the eldest son, while her father is the youngest son.

The two brothers are almost twenty years apart in age, which results in the age difference between cousins ​​Sumitomo Junko and Sumitomo Tomojun being nearly thirty years.

Unfortunately, a few years ago, Junko Sumitomo's father died of illness.

Otherwise, Junko probably would not have been given out by the family as a gift to entertain American upper-class dignitaries.

However, the Sumitomo Zaibatsu probably didn't expect that Milo Blackburn, this American guy, was actually an American celestial dragon with a collecting habit.

Not only did he enjoy Sumitomo Junko, he also kept her as his treasure.

As a result, the situation within the Sumitomo Zaibatsu is very awkward, and it is difficult to arrange Junko's position.

Fortunately, Sumitomo Junko showed that she was fully committed to the media industry.

She does not rely on the Americans behind her and is not overly vocal in other areas.

And Sumitomo Erie is Junko's mother.

She got married early and gave birth to Junko at an early age. Milo remembered that the information showed that Eri was not even forty years old.

"Hello, Mr. Blackburn. My name is Eri Kujo."

When seeing Milo's slightly surprised look, Eri, holding her grandson Andy, explained softly.

It is said that Kujo was her original surname, after Junko's father died.

For some reasons, she had to leave Junko and changed back to her original surname.

Now that Sumitomo Junko is strong, she can return to her daughter, but her surname has not been changed.

The two chatted for a few words, and then Sumitomo Junko came out.

She had also wanted to arrange a show for Milo or meet certain people.

There are so many people in Tokyo who want to see Milo.

But maybe it’s because I’m planning to go next door tomorrow.

Milo had mixed feelings and didn't want to see those fawning Japanese people at the moment.

"Forget it. I ate on the plane, so I'm not hungry right now. I still want to rest after taking a bath. Wake me up later. I'll go meet Cabrera and the others."

Milo refused and planned to go back to his room to take a nap.

It was late at night and Milo was sleeping soundly.

Eri walked to the head of the bed, squatted down, and gently shook Milo's shoulders: "Sir, wake up."

Milo squinted his eyes and picked up his phone to check. He had slept for more than two hours and it was now close to eleven o'clock.

"Mr. Cabrera and his men are waiting downstairs."

Eri spoke in poor English, stumbling over and over as if she were reciting lines, and handed over a warm, hot towel and a glass of warm water.

"Where's Junko?" Milo was surprised that it was his young mother-in-law who came to wake him up.

He sat at the head of the bed and picked up the hot towel beside him to wipe his face.

"Junko is taking care of Andy, and she asked me to come over." Eri lowered her head slightly, her chest heaving, and her expression looked restrained and a little nervous.

Milo laughed, and Eri handed him another cup of warm water.

Milo smiled and said, "Thank you."

Eri blushed for some reason and quickly replied, "You're welcome."

As she spoke, she took out Milo's going-out clothes, folded them neatly, and helped him undress from his pajamas.

Eri was silent for a moment, silently closed the door, and unbuttoned her shirt.

Milo was stunned, looking at Eri, who was less than 40 years old, but looked only 27 or 28 because of her good lifestyle and maintenance. Then he realized that the Japanese really loved to do this, and Sumitomo Junko was no exception.

But I don’t know whether it was Junko’s idea, the Sumitomo Zaibatsu’s idea, or the Kujo family’s idea.

Because it is obvious that the Kujo in Eri's surname is the Kujo in Neon.

It may also be all three.

This treats him as a lustful evil spirit.

Although he is indeed this kind of person, he also pays attention to safety.

So he didn't move, but just looked at Eri quietly, and it was really unbearable for him to see her.

"We'll talk later. Help me get dressed first. I have to go out now."

Eri felt as if she had been pardoned. She helped him put on his clothes and followed him with her head down and blushing face.

Milo walked to the entrance, and Eri hurriedly followed, asked Milo to sit down, put on his shoes and socks, and checked his clothes.

Eri's collar was very wide and the buttons were unbuttoned just now.

If you bend down and lower your head slightly, a snow-white scenery will come into view.

Even bigger than Junko, who had grown a cup after giving birth.

Obviously, Junko Sumitomo will be able to grow bigger in the future, after all, her genes are inherited here.

Milo was a little uncomfortable, but he enjoyed it.

Zeta-Jones, Sophie, Monica, and even Cornelius, although they were all his lovers, would not serve him like this.

Only the maids do that.

But Eri is not a maid.

She is the mother of Sumitomo Junko, Milo's adopted mother-in-law, and also a noblewoman of the Kujo family, a close relative of the Neon Tensei clan.

Neither identity is simple, but it is still like this.

I can only say that this is the characteristic of Neon.

"I'm leaving."

Milo finished speaking, and added softly, "Very good, keep it up."

Eri nodded with a blushing face and a smile on her face. She knelt at the entrance and watched Milo leave respectfully.

Milo smiled: "It turns out that Japan's feudal characteristics sometimes have some advantages."

Although it’s a little bit uncomfortable, I have to say that it feels really good.

Milo suddenly understood why working in Tokyo was so depressing and where the Japanese people's machismo came from.

They are all spoiled.

Either you explode from repression or you die from repression. Outside, you are a nobody who is bullied by others, but at home, you are the master and the sky.

Just like people who have never tasted power in their lives, suddenly become parents, some people will inevitably develop a pathological desire for control.

And this nation is notoriously paranoid and crazy, which is the nature of its national character.

It seems understandable that they are particularly fond of doing this kind of weird things.

Milo went downstairs and met his group of "friends" in Neon in the club downstairs.

In fact, it is headed by Ancla Cabrera, and the general Japanese students and Americans in Japan in the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office.

The last time he came to Neon, Milo had a very pleasant time thanks to the hospitality and cooperation of these people.

Not only did he leave a seed here, he also forced the Japanese to sell or give the Universal Group to him at a fraction of the price.

The snatch was so fresh and refined.

Therefore, Milo attaches great importance to this network of contacts.

But tonight I came to Tokyo mainly to adjust to the time difference and to visit my son and my woman.

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So I won’t stay too long, just let these people come over to meet me.

There were no extra activities. Maybe Milo had some ideas and wanted to go out and have some fun.

But when he thought of Junko and her daughter living on the rooftop, he always felt itchy because he had watched too many Tokyo Hot action movies in his previous life.

So after spending more than an hour with this group of people, he returned to his residence upstairs around one o'clock in the morning.

It’s a pity that Eri is not here. It seems that she went to sleep with Andy.

Waiting for him in the living room was Sumitomo Junko.

He didn't have the urge to ask the daughter why her mother went to bed.

Milo knew very well that if he really wanted this kind of thing, they would not refuse and it would be difficult for them to refuse.

In the United States, there are many people who play even crazier and more insanely than him.

Those people have long exceeded the limits of human morality in their pursuit of sensory thresholds.

There are many perverted foods and places in the world, which are the product of breaking the bottom line again and again.

In more than two years, Milo has completely become a part of this class.

But his past soul color also made him understand why those rich and powerful people, who obviously have a lot of money and power, always think about making more money and having more power.

The gap of desire is difficult to fill. Without a goal to move forward, they will become more terrifying than ghosts.

Americans are like this, Japanese are like this, and all the powerful people are like this.

It’s just that there is no one to restrain the Americans, and the Japanese just play by themselves.

His current lack of initiative is simply because the underlying soul color is still taking effect.

When the day comes when this background is erased, he will probably become that kind of ghost.

At least for now, if Eri and Junko don't take the initiative.

He could still hold it in.

The next day at noon, after bidding farewell to Sumitomo Yujun and his daughter and his own son, Milo took a three-hour flight to the next door.

Magic City.

He will be here for two days to conduct some business activities.

Then he headed north to reunite with his grandfather and attend the country's founding day celebrations a few days later.

This was once one of his biggest dreams, but it was never realized due to financial constraints and time constraints.

I didn’t expect it to be realized now.

It is just done as a foreigner, a specially invited foreign friend.

"The Demonic City..."

The moment I stepped out of the cabin, I saw the words "Pu Xin Airport" in front of me, and the grand red scene below, which was so grand that one could even hear the sound of gongs and drums.

Milo's mood became more complicated.

The wanderer returns home, but unfortunately he has completely changed.

Although he was feeling emotional, he quickly followed his standard diplomatic demeanor and became a fake-smiling big boy when he got off the plane. He was greeted by high-ranking officials and entourage from Shanghai who came over to shake his hand enthusiastically.

Then we were taken directly to a hotel in the western suburbs at the airport.

Milo had heard of this hotel in his previous life.

It is the largest five-star garden villa-style state guesthouse in Shanghai, covering an area of ​​1,160 acres. The garden is planted with famous ancient trees, exotic flowers and plants, and pavilions and waterside pavilions dotted around the 80,000 square meters of lake surface.

It is the preferred place for important state receptions in Shanghai.

Even the welcoming party in the evening was held here.

In order to welcome his arrival, the entire hotel was emptied out. Except for the service staff and staff, as well as Milo's personal personnel, all other customers were asked to leave.

So the next day, Milo woke up in the morning.

While eating the local breakfast with gusto, he felt very fresh when watching the morning news report on local TV, in which he took photos and talked with a group of local people with a smile on his face.

"Huaxin News Agency reported on September 27th that yesterday, the world's richest man Milo Blackburn officially visited China and landed at the Puxin Airport in Magic City. Magic City..."

Milo felt that his visit was more grand than that of Bill Gates and Buffett, not to mention the low-key Rockefeller and others.

The overall report was very positive, and he almost felt embarrassed.

Because he knew very well that he was not such a good person at all.

But unfortunately, in this place at this time, the filter of America and the West is too thick.

It's because they have a deep cultural background, which cannot be compared with the Slavs who are of slave origin.

Therefore, their filters will fall asleep faster in the future, unlike the Slavs who have been abused thousands of times but still regard America as their first love.

Not long after breakfast, Kenny came over and whispered, "Boss, James Sather is here. He is the current envoy to China, and he came here from the local capital."

"Call Shabote over here, let's go meet this messenger."

Kenny nodded and went to call Milo's chief advisor.

After a while, Chabotet walked with Milo to the reception room and whispered, "James Sasse has served as chairman of several committees, including the Senate Budget Committee, the Defense Appropriations Subcommittee, the Banking, International Finance and Monetary Policy Subcommittee, and the District of Columbia Federal Public Service Government Subcommittee."

"How could someone of such high status and power come to serve as a special envoy?"

"He lost the Senate election two years ago. But fortunately, he has strong qualifications, so he was sent here by Zipperton as a special envoy."

"Then how should I face him?"

"Boss, just be normal. He needs your help now."

"Understood."

Sure enough, when I really met this James Sather.

Milo found that his attitude was no different from that of Neon's envoy.

They are all equally enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that they are even a little flattering.

Chabotte told Milo that this was because, except for those small countries, most of the envoys sent by the United States to major countries were generally powerful people who had failed in internal political struggles.

Because he failed in the competition, he was sent abroad.

And because they have the capabilities, they appear in major countries that the United States attaches importance to.

Especially the two countries of Russia and China.

James Sasse is such a political elite. Such people are often unwilling to be lonely and want to return to the top.

So when facing a rising super star like Milo in the country.

You can't blame this person for his almost flattering attitude.

However, apart from his almost flattering attitude, James Sather also came over to explain some things.

Most of them are related to national and diplomatic etiquette. The Zipperton government does not want Milo to get too close to the locals in public.

That would make some things more difficult for the United States to do.

This is also the reason why James Sather came here overnight from the local imperial capital.

Even James Sather tactfully expressed the hope that he could contact some locals privately in Shanghai.

They were the ones arranged by James Sasse and the American Embassy.

Mainly local business elites and some media elites.

"James, I don't get a penny in salary from the White House."

Milo laughed and refused, "This is my father's job, but not my job. Got it?"

James Sather did not expect Milo to refuse because he thought it was a trivial matter.

A small thing that would make his work here easier.

However, since Milo was unwilling to help, James Sather certainly did not dare to make things difficult for Milo because of this matter.

Without waiting for the two sides to talk in detail, the time came and Milo's schedule for the day began.

First, he left the hotel and headed to the center of Shanghai, where he inspected and took photos in the busiest commercial center.

We had lunch at the Peace Hotel at noon and held a symposium after the meal.

The content is mainly about finance, because the main functions of Shanghai locally are finance and industry, and it is also the most important external window besides Hong Kong Island which has already returned.

After the symposium, we took a two-hour break and then at four o'clock in the afternoon went to visit the largest local factory, a joint venture between Modou Auto and General Motors.

In the evening, we went to the Shanghai Grand Theater to watch local song and dance performances and local dramas accompanied by local leaders.

His journey in the Magic City ended here.

It was not until noon the next day that he left his hotel in the western suburbs and went directly to the airport to board a plane to the local capital.

Later in the evening, old Blackburn arrived at the hotel where I was fishing in the imperial capital.

"How do you feel? People here should be very welcoming to you."

The old man said with a smile.

"Very enthusiastic, but also very cautious," Milo told the truth.

“Haha…” John II Blackburn laughed and shrugged. “The Chinese are just like that. But generally speaking, they are becoming more and more open-minded. This is already my fourth time here. I think I have a say in their changes.”

"Grandpa, I heard that you have seen the man whose portrait is hung on the city wall? I mean when he was still alive."

"I have seen it once."

The grandfather and grandson sat opposite each other in the hotel's living room. Old Blackburn looked nostalgic, "That was when I was still young. I came here with my father, your great-grandfather, as Nick Song's entourage."

Milo was curious: "How does he make you feel?"

“Wise.”

"I felt like he saw through all of us at that time."

"It's hard to imagine what kind of wise soul was hidden in his dilapidated body at that time."

Old Blackburn concluded: "It was a really bad feeling for me, for us Americans at the time. I didn't like it. Maybe this is what makes them heroes and enemies."

(End of this chapter)