Chapter 234: An Encounter That Was Not an Encounter

Milo continued to work throughout the morning.

Now that we are here, and in the City of London, which is defenseless against the United States.

If he doesn't have sex, he will feel that he has come here in vain.

If London, England, was once the world's financial center.

That’s because at that time, Britain was also the empire on which the sun never set.

There are colonies and markets all over the world, and factories everywhere in the country that take in large amounts of raw materials and spit out large amounts of industrial products.

This made London the world center and a global financial center.

But the sun has set on the British Empire.

Then there is Britain's long history of deindustrialisation.

Frankly speaking, if it weren't for the market within the Commonwealth and the influence left over from more than two hundred years of lavish life.

London would lose the qualification to be a branch of New York or even a shadow of Wall Street! But now, London is part of Wall Street.

It is the best springboard for Wall Street to invade Europe.

Like now, Milo has set his sights on several luxury goods companies in France.

It also has its eyes on the semiconductor company jointly established by Italy and France.

There are also some good industries in Germany.

Before taking action in person.

Based in London, he can make some preparations in advance.

Prepare everything for the upcoming benefit needs.

However, there is not much that he really needs to do, and most of the things can be handled for him by his employees.

He basically finished what he needed to do in one morning.

So I had lunch at noon.

Milo left the company and decided to continue to visit London, the former core of the world's colonial empire.

He planned to stroll along the Thames first and enjoy the scenery on both sides of the Thames.

This is almost the essence of London. In the early days, all the factories in London were on both sides of the river.

Just like when he first went to New York and wandered around New York.

Traveling means that one person goes to a place that another person is tired of staying in for a short period of time.

It happens that there is drizzling rain in London today, and enjoying the unique rainy scenery of London is a unique pleasure.

On both sides of the Thames, there is the statue of Admiral Nelson, which symbolizes victory, Westminster Abbey where many great British men are buried, the Renaissance-style St. Paul's Cathedral, the Tower of London that witnessed the dark period in British history, the Tower Bridge with its take-off and landing deck, and the iconic building in London, Elizabeth Tower, also known as Big Ben.

The estuary of the Thames is usually filled with busy commercial ships, but the upper reaches of the river are famous for their static beauty.

So after Milo consulted a Blackburn Foundation consultant from the UK, they decided to start walking from upstream to better appreciate the scenery along the coast. They would walk as far as they could, and if they couldn't finish the walk in one go, they would walk in two or three times.

Although the security environment in the UK is much better than many places in the United States because of the gun ban.

Not to mention a place like London.

However, public security was still taken very seriously, and Milo brought more than 30 bodyguards with him this time.

Except for a small number who stayed in the hotel, he brought the rest out.

Five or six people accompanied him, and the others changed into plain clothes and stood guard nearby.

Thanks to Ambassador Berkeley to the UK, some of these bodyguards hold military attaché status and can legally carry guns.

So unless the London officials want to touch Milo, even if the Irish army really has some ideas, it will be difficult for them to break through Milo's security.

Along the way, David and Kenny followed Milo directly.

The other bodyguards followed from all sides, seven or eight meters apart.

The car was hanging slowly behind, and Milo was strolling along the banks of the Thames.

When he comes across an interesting and beautiful place, he will not stop. This casual state makes Milo feel very relaxed.

Just then, when he walked out of Westminster Abbey, he found that a temporary covered stage had been set up outside in the spacious Parliament Square.

A group of people surrounded the stage, on which a man was playing the piano.

Street performance?

Or was it a flash mob? I even saw London police officers on the sidelines maintaining order.

Milo then led his men and approached.

After listening for only ten seconds, Milo could tell that the piano on the stage was a good one.

But the young man's piano skills were not good enough and his performance was mediocre.

Gospel did not feel any danger.

Milo also began to observe with a relaxed mood.

Soon, the young man on the stage finished playing, and sparse applause was heard from the audience. The young man immediately walked off the stage with a frustrated look on his face, and then the host came up and started speaking.

After listening to the host's explanation, Milo knew what was going on here.

It turned out that a nearby music store was holding a promotion to sell the latest Steinway piano, the one that was placed at the top for everyone to play.

The rules of the event were quite interesting, and the piano store was also generous, bringing out the latest top-of-the-line piano.

Anyone could volunteer to perform, and a decibel meter was hung in the middle of the stage.

The designated audience circle is about five meters, and after the performance, the audience can spontaneously applaud the performers.

As long as the decibel meter measures the applause volume at more than 90 decibels, you are eligible to take the piano.

Of course there is only one piano. If several people perform and the applause exceeds 90 decibels, the person with the highest score wins. Unless the first place gives up, the spot will be automatically given to the second place.

It is too difficult to make the applause reach 90 decibels at a distance of five meters, after all, there are too many influencing factors.

Maybe when A is performing, he is luckier and has more audiences, so the applause is naturally louder, but when it is B's turn, there are even fewer audiences, so even if the performance is just as good, the applause is not as loud.

But sometimes, isn't luck also a part of strength? Those who are confident and capable can definitely seize the luck and go up when there are many people! Without ability, even if there are many audiences, if the performance is not good, it is impossible to get 666!

"Oh, NO, what happened? No one has come up for two minutes. Ladies and gentlemen, why don't you come up and give it a try? Play a song for your beloved one and show your infinite love."

The host spoke with the microphone in his hand, looking towards a certain position obscurely.

Milo unexpectedly discovered that he was actually looking at a location near him.

Milo had amazing observation skills. He had just glanced around, so he quickly and calmly turned his attention to the group of five or six handsome men and beautiful women next door.

A very handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes said to the most beautiful white lady, who was tall and had long brown wavy hair:

"Erin, you are the piano princess of Cambridge University. If you go up and play a piece, I believe you will receive the warmest applause."

"Yes, Irene, I also want to hear you play the music that belongs only to heaven."

Another young boy also said expectantly, with a hint of fascination in his eyes.

There is not a single boy in their group who dislikes Irene, but unfortunately Irene's identity is so amazing that they are destined to work hard to show themselves and win Irene's favor.

Not only do they like Irene, it can be said that at Cambridge University, people who like Irene can line up from the gate to the dormitory.

Today they had finally managed to invite Irene and a few other girls out in the name of a club gathering, so of course they had to seize the opportunity.

However, they were all members of the piano club, and they all thought that their piano skills were not as good as Irene's. Although they were eager to try, they behaved like gentlemen and politely invited Irene to go up.

Irene smiled faintly and shook her head slightly, her meaning was very clear.

At this time, a beautiful girl next to Irene looked at one of the blond boys with a subtle look. Although she was very jealous in her heart, she did not show it. Instead, she encouraged them, “Three handsome gentlemen, don’t you like the beautiful Princess Irene? Hurry up and seize the opportunity!”

Hearing her bestie's words, Irene's face changed slightly. She glanced at her bestie with a reproachful look and said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Martha, what are you doing?"

Her best friend Martha was dissatisfied, but she quickly said with a smile: "Erin, if I hadn't said that, they probably wouldn't have the courage to go up."

Martha's sudden statement surprised not only Irene but also the other boys.

But there was one exception, and that was the blond-haired, blue-eyed young man who had just spoken.

Before the other two could react, he put his hands on his chest, bowed slightly to Irene, and said, "Irene, I have a song I want to play for you. Please give me some advice."

After saying that, without waiting for Irene to speak, he strode towards the stage under the astonished gazes of the other two boys.

"Oh~, a young and handsome gentleman has come up. Let's look forward to his performance."

"Excuse me, sir, could you please introduce yourself?"

the host asked.

"certainly!"

"I am Alexander, a student at Cambridge University. I am out for fun with my friends today. It is an honor to participate in your event."

Alexander spoke politely, his manners were very decent, which made the audience below perk up. Judging from his posture, he seemed to be from a noble family.

"So what gave you the courage to go on stage and play?"

the host asked curiously.

"It is the most beautiful goddess in my heart who gave me endless courage. Today I have a song that I have prepared for several years and I want to play it for her."

“Wow…”

Alexander said with a faint smile, looking in Irene's direction, and the others followed his gaze.

Suddenly, the two boys who came with Alexander clenched their fists.

Irene, who stood out from the crowd, had a smile on her face because of her upbringing, but Milo, who was close to her, saw calmness and even anger in her eyes.

Of course, there was also Irene's best friend named Martha, whose attitude seemed a little different. Although she concealed it well, it still couldn't escape Milo's eyes.

"Interesting, you took a lot of effort..."

Milo couldn't help but let out a smile as he muttered to himself.

Milo realized that this host and Irene's best friend were in cahoots with Alexander on the stage, and this event was most likely set up on purpose. He was initially wondering why this piano dealer was so cost-conscious, and this turned out to be the reason.

However, for the sake of this girl named Irene, such scheming is acceptable.

Because even with Milo's eyes, he was still amazed after seeing Irene. Her black hair and very fair skin were rarely seen in the UK, and she exuded an elegant temperament. The word Snow White appeared in Milo's mind.

Judging from Irene's temperament, she was definitely brought up in an aristocratic family.

At this moment, the host on the stage stopped beeping, and the blond and blue-eyed Alexander sat on the piano stool and began to build up his emotions. The audience around him suddenly quieted down.

“Thump, thump, thump…”

"It's the song 'Wedding in a Dream'!"

Just as the golden-haired Alexander pressed the piano keys and played, Irene's best friend Martha whispered with a hint of envy in her tone.

It would be nice if Alexander played this piece for her...

Irene was unmoved.

She was deeply influenced by her grandfather. Her grandfather, Duke Carter Campbell, was a man who did not like to be bound by rules and regulations, advocated freedom, and was another among the British aristocrats.

Of course, because her grandfather's status was high enough, even though it was very unusual, other nobles would not discuss it openly.

Influenced by her grandfather, Irene has similar ideas and does not like being forced.

And the current situation had a hint of coercion, which made Irene's impression of Alexander even worse.

Under normal circumstances, she would not accept even this little bit of coercion.

But today…

When the Cambridge University boy on the stage played the piano music so beautifully and looked at Irene in the audience with loving eyes.

Irene Campbell, the granddaughter of Carter Campbell, the contemporary Duke of Argyll, secretly glanced at Milo, who was surrounded by many people seven or eight meters away.

If she hadn't known that this person had entered the church, she wouldn't have stayed here to watch this idiotic show!

Do you really think she is a naive person who can't understand the thoughts of the people in the school club? She has been trained by the Duke since she was a child. The Duke spoils her to the sky, but she is also well-educated as an aristocrat.

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Among them are teachings about human nature and social interaction.

It just happened that she was called a psycho by someone last night.

I'm in a bad mood today, and the club activities at Cambridge University will increase my credits.

I haven't participated in any club activities for two years.

I simply decided to go out and relax, participate in some club activities and earn some credits.

I didn't expect these idiots to do this.

She also didn't expect to meet the person who called her a psychopath last night here.

Irene Kembel then took advantage of the situation, so of course she wanted to see the man's expression.

It would have been fine if I hadn't looked at him, but when I looked I found that he was actually looking at me.

Irene avoided his gaze quite naturally, and it looked as if she only glanced over occasionally.

This is also a course in the British aristocratic education.

It is called "Code of Visual Etiquette", and its content teaches nobles how to use their eyes to intimidate inferiors, how to use their eyes to encourage servants, and how to use their eyes to interact with nobles of the same class on an equal footing.

If we really talk about acting ability, these guys in Europe who have completed advanced aristocratic courses are not much worse than the Oscar winners!

It’s just that their acting skills are generally only used among people of the same class.

The lower classes and ordinary people can only expect courtesy from them in public and your superiority in private.

Only if you are aristocrats or upper-class people can you experience their acting skills that are not inferior to those of movie stars.

This is also a compulsory course for senior Western executives.

Whether it is the nobles of the past or present, or the politicians who are showing off on the stage today.

They are all the same, because this is the political background of Western civilization.

Irene felt that she had done a good job today.

Because there are some accidental factors involved.

At the same time, there is her strategy of taking advantage of the situation.

In fact, if the gospel had not sounded, Milo would not have been able to see the manners she had developed through aristocratic training.

Unfortunately, it was just that one glance from her, a very ordinary, casual glance.

Let Milo's gospel have a response.

"It's really interesting..." Looking at the boy on the stage who was looking like a rooster courting a mate after his performance.

Milo and the people around him laughed and clapped.

Then he heard it, after the applause and cheers died down a little.

Then the Cambridge University student who called himself Alexander confessed to Irene with love: "Dear Irene, since the first time I saw you at school, I knew that I would fall in love with you. From that time on, "Dream Wedding" has been my biggest dream. Because I dream of walking into the wedding with you, and because I love you, can you be my girlfriend? Dear Ms. Irene?"

It was a direct confession.

In front of so many people.

I just don’t know how many of them are hired as he just confessed his feelings.

Before Irene could even open her mouth, many people around her started to make a noise.

"Wow, how romantic, say yes to him, ma'am, say yes to him!"

"Even when you are old, this should be a good memory, right? What are you still hesitating about, pretty lady?"

"It would be great if you were confessing your feelings to me..."

"Wow, hurry up and say yes to him."

“…”

Milo estimated that those who shouted the loudest and most cheerfully were probably shills.

Of course, it could also be that they just want to watch the fun and not mind making trouble.

Such people can be found in every ethnic group.

He smiled and looked at the girl who looked like Snow White.

I watched her raise her hand slightly, signaling that the noise around them should be less noisy.

He looked at her slender white hand again, and suddenly raised it towards him, then said: "See that over there? Alexander Rubin, do you see that guy? Yes, the tallest one with blond hair. Go, knock him down, then I will agree to be your girlfriend."

As soon as she said this, the cheerful atmosphere around her suddenly stagnated and the booing voices also stopped.

Looking at Alexander's dazed look.

Irene said without even looking at Milo: "I'm serious. Go ahead and prove your manliness to me. If you can't even do this, how will you protect me in the future? Rely on your father who is a real estate tycoon?"

"Irene, did he offend you?" Alexander gritted his teeth.

Although the imagined scene did not happen.

He hadn't expected Irene's reaction either.

But at this time Alexander was in a dilemma and just wanted to go with the flow.

"Yes."

This time, Irene looked at Milo and found that the latter was looking at her with a playful look.

With a slightly sarcastic smile.

"He called me a psycho last night." Erin added fuel to the fire, "So if you want to be my boyfriend, go beat him up."

After hearing Milo calling Irene a psycho last night, the other two boys who admired her couldn't stand it anymore.

Maybe he also wanted to suppress Alexander who had just stolen the limelight.

Before Alexander could get up, the two men approached.

"Erin, are you serious? Then he really deserves a beating!"

"I'm going to beat him up if he dares to insult our Cambridge Princess like that!"

As the two men talked, they approached Milo.

At the same time, Alexander also reacted, fearing that Irene's heart would be snatched away, and rushed forward with two classmates, "You don't have to interfere! Irene asked me to do it, not you...ah!"

"Ouch, that hurts, why did you hit me?"

"vomit……"

But before the three of them could get close, they were knocked down by some passers-by in black suits in front of them.

Shaking his head, Milo looked at the London policeman who was approaching not far away.

"You don't have to beat him to death, just break an arm or a leg or something."

After saying this, he was surrounded by David and Kenny, and in the midst of a sudden beating from behind, Milo came to Irene who was looking at him stubbornly.

"That psychopath last night was you, wasn't it?"

"It's me, but I'm not crazy!"

"You want to get my attention?"

"yes!"

Milo didn't expect that this girl who looked like Snow White would speak so bluntly and clearly.

Looking back at the fight that had already involved the London police, Milo shook his head again.

"Congratulations, you succeeded. Irene..."

"Irene Kembell, granddaughter of the Duke of Argyll, daughter of the Marquis of Harwich, Baroness Irene!"

"Haha, I'm Milo Blackburn. An American civilian, nice to meet you."

Milo held out his hand to her and they shook it.

Then Milo raised his head slightly and pointed at the three Cambridge students who were howling loudly, and the girl Martha who had just run over and screamed loudly.

"You don't care about them? My people are very professional. If they say break arms and legs, they break arms and legs."

"They are just a few wishful idiots." Irene just looked at him and shook her head. "Their life and death have nothing to do with me. But aren't you worried about your men doing this in front of the London police? But it's okay. I can help you. My father has a good relationship with Director Charles of Scotland Yard."

"Hahaha... Don't worry about that. People from the American Embassy are on their way here. I don't think London will protect villains who attack foreign embassy personnel without reason, right?"

Irene pursed her lips and was about to say something.

Then he heard him speak again: "Let's go, how about having a cup of coffee together, dear Baroness Lorne?"

Irene was surprised: "Didn't you say I was crazy?"

"That's because I didn't know at that time that you were such a beautiful and elegant psychopath."

The word "fuck" got stuck in Irene's throat. She wanted to curse out loud, but her aristocratic upbringing made her try hard to hold back the words.

Taking a deep breath, Erin smiled, "I'd love to go have coffee with you, Mr. Playboy Blackburn."

“It’s my pleasure.”

Let me talk about the address last night. Because I am now playing Lu San Kai.

So in order to avoid accidentally mixing up the names of the protagonists when writing a novel.

When I write, I always use the protagonist's nickname directly.

After writing, just search and replace.

I forgot to replace it last night.

(End of this chapter)