Chapter 337: Deceiving the Feudal Elders in Europe

"The Dutch still don't give up? Ha, then let them try."

"Notify the FBI and customs. Anyone from the Bunge family who enters the country, no matter what the reason, will be detained first."

"Mellon Consortium? Tell them, if they want African resources and shares in Western Gulf Oil, they'd better sit on the sidelines. Of course, I don't mind sharing Bunge with them, provided that we take the majority."

"I am more worried about Morgan and Rockefeller. Although they have Cargill and Bunge, I think Cargill and Bunge don't mind making themselves stronger."

"Okay, report anything as soon as possible."

"Um……"

London, April.

Milo handed the satellite phone in his hand to David beside him, then walked towards Irene, Heidi and Mia twin sisters who were looking at him with a smile on his face.

After a week in Paris.

Milo returned to London, mainly because Claude was a workaholic.

The first daughter of the Elysee Palace, her health has not yet fully recovered.

But she persisted and handled some of the work she could do at the moment in bed.

Milo didn't listen even though she was also taking care of little Fuxi.

But Milo always felt that it was unnecessary for him to stay any longer.

There was nothing going on in France for the time being, so he returned to London.

At this moment, he was accompanying Irene to attend a cocktail party hosted by the Windsor family.

The name is to celebrate the month when Her Majesty the Queen's eleventh dachshund gave birth to puppies...

Well, the name of the celebration doesn’t really matter.

What matters is who she and the royal family invite.

This time, the targets of his invitations were very broad, and almost all the royal families in Europe sent representatives.

Princes and chiefs from the more distant Middle East also came uninvited, and even a few people came from Asia.

It can be regarded as a small gathering of royal families from around the world, so the reception was frequently reported a week ago.

A large number of global journalists came to the outskirts of the cocktail party today, which can be said to have a great influence.

Of course.

Of course, it was not just the royal family that participated, but also many members of the nobility from various European countries and the British Noble League.

Irene asked Milo, and after Milo agreed, they came here on behalf of the Campbell family.

To be honest, in a place full of feudal remnants, he felt that it was quite out of place for a big capitalist like him to appear here.

So he didn't socialize randomly, but just stayed in a corner and chatted with Irene and her friends.

There was a satellite call just now and he went out to answer it for a while.

Now that she had returned, Heidi Howard looked at him and said with a smile, "Are you done with the call? For such an important reception, how important a call would it be for you to go out and answer it?"

"It's nothing, just a few tens of billions of dollars. It's just a small business that affects the staple food of about 23% of the world's population, the edible oil of about 36% of the population, and the fertilizer supply of more than one-third of the world's countries."

This sentence silenced Heidi Howard and made Mia open her mouth slightly in surprise.

With tens of billions of dollars and affecting so many people, can this be a small business?

Looking at the handsome Milo with a smile on his face, they finally realized that the American man who had just discussed with them the good weather in London today was not one of those so-called aristocratic teenagers and rich young masters who surrounded these ladies and noble daughters all day long.

He appears in Buckingham Palace and is treated with great ceremony by the Queen and her family.

If he appears in the capital of any country, he will be greeted personally by the head of state of that country.

He alone has more influence on the world than their fathers combined.

It might even be stronger than the entire aristocratic alliance, including the Windsor family combined.

The twin sisters Heidi and Mia looked at each other.

The eyes looking at Irene were full of envy at this moment.

In fact, at the beginning, they heard that Irene of the Campbell family had found an American as her lover.

That American was still a super playboy who openly had many lovers all over the world.

They and many people in their circle ridiculed Irene.

Think she is a nympho and is blind.

But I didn’t expect that just two years would pass.

Irene's American lover has grown rapidly from an ordinary American rich man to his current state...

They used to laugh at Irene's choice, but now they think it's a bit embarrassing.

"He's always so busy." Irene spoke at the right time, smiling to dilute the embarrassment of the two sisters.

She smiled and said, "But sometimes I don't want him to be so busy. That way he can spend more time with me. But men are always busy with their careers, and we can't stop them. Mia, Heidi, do you think I'm right?"

"Yes." Mia smiled: "Absolutely correct."

Heidi Howard was about to speak.

At this moment, a slightly abrupt voice suddenly interrupted.

"Good day, everyone. I hope I didn't disturb you. If I did, I would be very sorry..."

Several people looked to the side and saw a middle-aged white man with black hair, about fifty years old, walking over.

Irene whispered to Milo at the right time: "Duke of Osorno, Philip Fitz James Stewart. He is one of the 149 ducal families in the Bullfighting Kingdom and the head of the Alba family. He is also a close friend of the Bullfighting Kingdom's royal family and the treasurer of the Bullfighting Kingdom's noble alliance."

Britain is not the only country in Europe that has aristocrats. Apart from a few republics, Europe is still dominated by monarchies.

But most of them are constitutional monarchies.

Among them, the Bullfighting Kingdom still has as many as 2,791 noble titles in modern times.

There are 149 dukes alone.

The highest-ranking title, “Grand Duke of the Bullfighting Kingdom,” has 419 titles…

And compared to the British Aristocratic Alliance, whose presence has seriously declined.

The nobles of the bullfighting kingdom have a very high level of participation in their country.

Many aristocrats are present in the fields of business, finance and technology, and some hold leadership positions in the Ibex 35 companies (Spain's "A shares", the Iberian index).

If their national strength had not declined greatly, this would also be the reason why the democratically elected head of state of the Bullfighting Kingdom has always had a low presence.

Because a large part of the country's power is still in the hands of these feudal remnants.

And this Duke Philip is a nobleman who holds both the title of Grand Duke of the Bullfighting Kingdom and the title of Duke.

To be exact, this guy has nearly twenty noble titles...

Heidi, Mia and Irene all greeted Philip one after another, performing their British aristocratic lady greetings.

And Milo just nodded slightly, but Philip was obviously not here for them.

One of the Grand Dukes of the Bullfighting Kingdom had a clear goal and went straight to Milo.

After a period of aristocratic etiquette, terminology and nonsense that seemed meaningless to Milo but necessary and even wonderful to these European feudal veterans.

Milo finally understood why this person was looking for him.

Simply put, the Alba family serves as the financial officer among the nobles.

Some of their members wanted to buy stocks of some American Internet companies.

But now the stocks of Silicon Valley companies have been pushed up to very high levels, even to the point of being a little scary.

So Philip happened to see Milo at this cocktail party.

Milo is a world-famous godfather of Silicon Valley and one of the initiators of the Internet wave.

This person came over, hoping that Milo could give them some "advice".

"Of course, dear Mr. Blackburn. We will never forget your friendship." Philip said meaningfully.

"Oh, of course. I'm happy to help..." Milo smiled happily, and it was really happy from the bottom of his heart.

Fuck the Shet, this time last year he was acting all over the world.

Why? To attract the attention of investors from all over the world to Silicon Valley. He even became the temporary leader of the Internet industry in the US financial group.

So now if someone wants to invest in Silicon Valley, Milo would naturally support it with both hands and feet.

What's more.

Because of his existence, and because the Boston consortium has been heavily involved in the Internet wave.

The Internet climax in this time and space came earlier than in the original time and space.

The original peak of the Internet in that time and space was not reached until the end of 1999.

But now, it has not even reached the middle of 1998.

The global Internet bubble has already caught up with the original time and space at the end of 1999.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Internet bubble can only last about a year at most.

Anyone who enters the market at this time can be said to be taking over these American financial groups at a high price.

That is of course very welcome.

Of course, you can't do anything that outrageous.

At least now we have to make them feel like they got a bargain.

A few months or half a year later, even if they can't even shed tears, they won't feel that he is cheating them today.

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“…I am very happy to help you. But right now, Silicon Valley is really too hot. To be honest, even I, the initiator, did not expect it to be this bad.”

"…but it's clear that it hasn't really peaked yet. The whole United States is entering, and now the whole world…"

“…”

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Milo is trying to trick these European veterans into taking over at high prices recently.

In the United States, the Boston consortium has not stopped its efforts to acquire Bunge.

The day after Hirsch spoke to his son on the phone.

Bunge headquarters, Brazil.

"Is your chairman here?"

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

At the front desk of Bunge Company, the female employee calmed down and asked while looking at Shabote and a group of people.

"Call your chairman and tell him we're from Paladin Capital. Go ahead!"

Shabote had a faint smile on his face, and his tone of voice was calm but unquestionable.

The receptionist hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up the phone and dialed the chairman's office.

At this time, Hirsch Bunge was thinking hard in his office, thinking about how to negotiate with the Mellon Group.

The sudden ringing of the phone startled him while he was immersed in his work.

After the call was connected, a few words from the front desk made his face instantly gloomy.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked the front desk to bring someone over.

Although he knew very well that Shabote and others did not even make an appointment and definitely had bad intentions, he was in an absolute disadvantageous position and refusing to meet them would definitely be disadvantageous to him.

It's not okay to act on impulse!

Just as he finished cleaning the table, there was a knock on the door. After he said "come in", the door opened.

Shabotei led the way, striding in unceremoniously.

"Mr. Bunge, we meet again."

Shabote spoke with a smile as if he had met an old friend. When he came to the sofa, he sat down directly without any courtesy.

Hirsch Bunge's eyes were full of gloom. He came out from his desk and said in a cold tone, "What are you doing here?"

"You treated us so cruelly, and you still want to buy my company?"

"I tell you clearly, it's impossible!"

Shabote kept smiling and said calmly, "Mr. Bunge, if I were you, I would definitely not leave any room for your opinion."

"If you don't sell the company to us, are you hoping that other American financial groups will protect you?"

When Hirsch Bunge, who had just sat down, heard this, he stood up again as if his butt was on fire.

He stared at Shabote for a long time, allowing his confused thoughts to be sorted out a little, and then slowly sat down again.

"I don't know what you are talking about. With the size of our company, you can't bring us down. I don't need to rely on other forces."

Hirsch Bunge said slowly, not acknowledging Shabote's words at all.

Although his heart had sunk to the bottom, he still held on to a glimmer of hope, guessing that Shabote was cheating him.

But unfortunately.

He guessed wrong!

Chabote looked at Hirsch Bunge and said teasingly, "Mr. Bunge, that's not what you said to your son."

"You're spying on us?"

Hirsch Bunge said angrily, staring intently at Shabote.

The latter did not answer directly, but asked: "Guess?"

This made Hirsch Bunge even angrier.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down as much as possible.

"The shares are in my hands. I can sell them to whomever I want."

"In the United States, your Boston consortium cannot cover the sky with one hand!"

Shabote said frankly: "Yes, we are indeed not as good as the Rockefeller or Morgan consortium for the time being."

"But your behavior made our boss angry!"

"The Bunji family can indeed hold on without Nell."

"but!"

"What if you are also wanted and arrested by the United States?"

As he said the last sentence, Shabote sneered and stared at Hirsch Bunge with cold eyes.

The threat is obvious!

This once again irritated Hirsch Bunge. He suppressed his inner panic and fought back calmly: "You can't threaten me. I'm in Brazil, I'm Dutch, not one of you Americans! Impossible!"

"impossible?"

Shabote had long expected that Hirsch Bunge would be stubborn, and he was prepared.

He just spread out his right hand, and the assistant next to him immediately took out a document from his briefcase.

Shabote took it, threw it directly onto the table, and slid in front of Hirsch Bunge.

Hirsch Bunge glanced at it, his heart beating rapidly, but he didn't have the courage to take it.

"Mr. Bunji, look, don't be afraid. You know what you have done, and you have to face it."

"At least we haven't handed this material over to the FBI yet, so you still have a chance to choose!"

Shabote said with a smile, leaning back on the sofa, crossing his arms and just looking at him.

Hirsch Bunge took a deep breath, picked up the material, opened it and quickly browsed through it.

But within ten seconds, his face turned pale, his teeth clenched subconsciously, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Seeing him like this, Shabote's lips curled up into a smile.

He was also amazed at the strength of the consortium, which could even find out this.

The content of this document is clearly evidence that Hirsch Bunge secretly funded Hong Su's "Gor Association".

Hongsu and the United States are sworn enemies.

Although the giant red bear has fallen now.

But Hirsch Bunge actually sponsored Red Su before, and sponsored an organization related to the top leader of Red Su.

It would be fine if no one pursued it.

If it were to be turned out now.

Do you think the Americans will beat him to death? (End of this chapter)