Chapter 352: More of a Financial Devil than Rothschild
"You're welcome, Mr. Anke Lee."
The entrance to the Metropolitan Opera House at the Lincoln Center in New York.
Milo smiled and responded to Li Zhaoxin, "You know, you call me a "good friend of the Chinese people." As friends, I think it's normal to give each other small gifts. Didn't you also give me what I wanted?"
Li Zhaoxin smiled reservedly, knowing that Milo was referring to the recent past.
The Shudu Panda Conservation Park in China leased a pair of pandas to the Franklin Zoo in Boston.
Boston's Franklin Zoo covers an area of 72 acres and houses more than 1,000 animals of 220 species.
There are even tropical areas, but there are no pandas.
But not long ago, Ivana's child, Little Jinpu, saw a panda animation and said he wanted to see pandas.
At that time, China happened to invite Milo to participate in their National Day celebrations.
And they attach special importance to it this time because it is their 50th anniversary celebration.
Milo casually said to Li Zhaoxin at the time that he hoped that cute animals like pandas could appear in the Boston Zoo.
I guess he was very important to me, not long after he made this request.
Boston's Franklin Zoo and Shudu reached a cooperation and leased a pair of pandas to the Franklin Zoo.
At this moment, the pandas are even at the customs in Boston, undergoing quarantine and adapting to the local climate.
When local citizens learned that Boston would soon have pandas, they were very happy.
I have to say that pandas are very magical animals, and almost all people in the world like them from the bottom of their hearts.
It's not just because they are rare enough.
Besides their classic black and white color combination.
Another important reason may be that although they are ferocious beasts, they are indeed very cute.
Afterwards, Milo made this statement to the embassy which was under the charge of Li Zhaoxin.
He planned to give China a small gift in return.
As for the gift…it’s still at the auction inside.
The interior of the Grand Guild Theatre, which temporarily served as the auction room.
Luxurious crystal chandeliers hang high on the dome, and countless sparkling crystals reflect a warm and soft halo like honey, which is evenly scattered in every corner of the hall, covering the entire space with a dreamy veil.
The air was filled with a faint scent of perfume and tension, and everyone's eyes were focused on the auction table.
The auctioneer was dressed in a neat black suit and stood tall. His voice was like a string stretched to the limit, sharp and penetrating, echoing clearly in the silent auction room:
"A bronze square Yi from the Western Zhou Dynasty in China, dating back to 700 BC, which is 2,700 years ago. It is a super handicraft with a long history! The starting price is three million -" As soon as the words fell, the entire auction hall was instantly ignited.
"Five million!"
A white lady wearing emerald earrings gracefully raised the number plate in her hand.
"Seven million!" Then, the translator of a prince in the desert raised a gold-painted cane and slowly shouted out the price.
But at this moment.
"Ten million." Milo's voice was low and firm, like a sharp blade that instantly cut through the waves of quotations that came one after another.
In an instant, the entire auction hall seemed to have pressed the pause button and fell into a brief silence.
Everyone turned around and saw Milo in front of a group of people, smiling at them.
Then there was a rustling sound from the velvet seats, the sound of people unconsciously moving their bodies out of shock.
Then someone shouted, "Mr. Blackburn, it's Mr. Blackburn!"
The scene suddenly became lively, and almost everyone stood up, wanting to take a closer look at this living American wealth legend.
Naturally, no one dared to compete with him in bidding, and he won the auction item.
It was then returned to China as a small gift from Milo Blackburn to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of that country.
In addition, one-third of the proceeds from this auction held by Christie's and organized by Paladin Media will be donated.
The donations are made to out-of-school children in third countries.
And Li Zhaoxin knew that under the operation of Paladin Media.
As one of the third world countries, China's Ministry of Education will receive one third of it.
Including the lost and recovered bronze ware of commemorative significance.
These are the gifts given to the Chinese people by Milo Blackburn, a good friend of the Chinese people, in 1999, a very memorable year.
This is also the reason why Li Zhaoxin came all the way from Washington to personally thank him here.
Even just a few months ago, Li Zhaoxin issued a serious protest and condemnation to the United States on behalf of his country.
But that is the relationship between countries, and we can still have fun together.
Not to mention that the relationship between the two countries is actually very tense now, but they cannot really fight.
At this time, the Blackburn family, who had a good relationship with China, stood up.
This is a very important signal to the whole world.
As for whether Milo's actions would displease the hawks in the United States.
Please, even if they don’t like it, do they dare to say anything in front of Mr. Blackburn?
That was a time when Morgan, Rockefeller, and even Mellon were all eager to go to that country.
Why don't you say anything?
What's more, the United States is so huge, and it's not just Milo who has good relations with that country.
In addition, let's take a step back.
What is America? America is a hydra, each head has its own will.
If some heads of Hydra don't like a country, then other heads will definitely get close to that country.
Don't think of the United States as a complete entity. It is a country that doesn't even have a dominant ethnic group.
The only national identity this country has is that of an American.
And what is an American? Someone who wants to pursue the American dream, that's an American.
As for tonight, he appeared in person at the auction.
Bought the items and gave them to the country of China.
To Milo, it was just a minor incident.
The next day was August 17, 1999.
The suburbs of New York, or rather, the suburbs of New Jersey.
But it is in the 14th hole area of Kimpo National Golf Club, which is only a dozen kilometers away from the center of New York City.
August cicadas burst through the pine needles, and Jacob Rothschild's white gloves made a leathery sound as he gripped the titanium club.
He looked at the slightly raised green three hundred yards away, his Adam's apple rolling under his silk scarf:
"Mr. Blackburn, don't you think this bunker is a brilliant design? It's like the financial section of the Wall Street Journal - it looks flat, but in fact there are bones buried in every fold."
Milo Blackburn's polo shirt had dark sweat stains on the back, and his custom-made sneakers ran over a clover patch.
He took off his sunglasses, and the jagged shadows of the edge of the sand pit were reflected in his blue eyes:
"If that's the case, then I think at least one-third of these skeletons are related to the respected Rothschild family, right?"
Jacob Rothschild smiled and took Milo's slightly sarcastic words as a compliment.
Because it is.
The Rothschild family was the first family to use finance to influence the whole world.
At their peak, they were even called the Sixth Empire.
Even controlled the power in Europe at one point.
Unfortunately, the two world wars broke their backbone.
It also made the United States rise completely.
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Since then, the Rothschild family has begun to decline, and the bottom seems to be a long way off.
They haven't finished falling yet...
But just as Morgan wanted the real JP Morgan to emerge, Rockefeller wanted Standard Oil to be reborn.
Which Rothschild would not want his family to return to the original Sixth Empire? Snap! The sound of hitting the ball startled a flock of starlings. The white ball drew a parabola in the air and fell on the edge of the sand trap on the right side of the green, stirring up a golden dust.
Jacob wiped the titanium club head with a silk handkerchief, his knuckles turning white from the effort. “Mr. Blackburn, I’m here to ask for help.”
Milo's club froze in mid-air for half a second, with the club face forming a 37-degree angle with the sunlight.
The grass flew apart the moment the ball was hit, and the ball rolled along the edge of the bunker toward the hole, stopping three inches away from the hole.
"Why do you say that? How can I help you?"
"I think you understand. Mr. Blackburn, to be honest, the enemies of Rosier and Nosier didn't gain much this time. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be the one who gets the most benefit in the end..."
“Hahaha… I’m just, I’m just kind to others.” Milo laughed, “I’m not often an enemy of others. So I can leave when the time is right.”
As he spoke, Milo bent down to pick up the ball, and the cross pendant on his collar was stained with grass clippings.
"And your family established its current reputation a hundred years ago. So a hundred years later, as long as your family survives, your former enemies will never stop seeking revenge."
The strap of Jacob's glove suddenly broke apart, and the metal buckle bounced on the grass and fell into the sand pit.
He pulled off his other glove and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, revealing a faded family tattoo at the base of his pinky finger - the seal of King Solomon tattooed in Prussian blue.
Every member of the Rothschild family, a recognized member.
They will have similar emblems tattooed on their bodies.
King Solomon, son of King David, was the third monarch of the ancient Squidward United Kingdom.
His status in the eyes of the squid people is roughly equivalent to that of the Chinese ancestor dragon.
“We can sell our 17% stake in The Wall Street Journal.”
Jacob's gold-rimmed glasses were fogged with sweat. "And three board seats at Chase Manhattan Bank."
Is that outrageous? Yes, it is a bit outrageous.
To this day, the Rothschild family still holds some shares in Manhattan Chase Bank, including board seats on several important companies owned by the Morgan family.
In fact, earlier, the control of these companies belonged to the Rothschild family.
At that time, Morgan was merely Rothschild's agent in the United States.
Rockefeller was just an agent of the Rothschild family, who was supported in the United States to fight against the Vanderbilt family, the richest family in the United States at that time.
Ironically, the last two agents drove out their employers.
They became their own masters in the New World.
Milo used his putter to push aside the dandelions next to the green, and the yellow petals stuck to the sweet spot of the club.
The hum of a lawnmower came from afar, and the warm wind mixed with the smell of pine resin lifted his silver hair. "I want the cross-shareholding agreement of the Associated Press."
The clatter of the putter was as clear as the closing bell of the stock exchange. “And your position at Condé Nast.”
Jacob's cigar cutter paused in mid-air, and the cigar wrapper fragments fell onto his custom-made Oxford shoes.
The moment he bit open the Havana cigar cap, his pupils shrank due to the bitterness touched by the tip of his tongue: "You should know what the surname Rothschild means." The flame of the lighter trembled, "The Battle of Waterloo in 1815..."
"In 1815, you made 20 million pounds from pigeons. But in 700 BC, about 2,600 years ago, when the ancestors of the Chinese people created the most advanced technology in the world at that time, our ancestors were probably still in the woods."
"Don't mention history, Mr. Rothschild. The glory of the past does not represent the achievements of the present, and it cannot replace the destiny of the future!"
Jacob smiled in agreement, but was thinking in his heart.
When the Chinese were making bronze ware, the ancestors of you Angsa people might not have come out of the forest yet.
But we are not!
We were... well, it seemed like we were serving the Egyptians.
But no matter what, it is better than you descendants of Germanic barbarians! Milo suddenly pointed his putter at the woods on the east side, where three startled dark green sunbirds were taking off. "Just like these frightened birds now - if my golf club is replaced with a hunting rifle, they will not even have tomorrow. Mr. Rothschild, if you can't land safely this time, I wonder if the Rothschild family with a long history can still have a tomorrow."
I don’t know if it was because it was too hot or what, but sweat was oozing from the back of Jacob’s neck, leaving a dark blue mark on the collar of his Armani shirt.
His swing made a sound of breaking wind, but the ball went off course and hit the sand trap guardrail.
"make a deal."
"But besides these, I have a small request."
"Haha..." Milo laughed and said, "Make your request boldly. Any request is fine. As long as you can afford the price, Mr. Rothschild. Just like what you pay now can prevent me from following the actions of Morgan and Rockefeller. As long as the price is right, I can even work with you to deal with Morgan and Rockefeller!"
Only the devil can pay the price you, the devil, want! Jacob Rothschild thought to himself. Others said that they, Rothschild, were financial devils.
But now he feels that this hateful American is more like a financial devil than them.
In terms of shamelessness, Jacob admitted that the other party was no less shameless than the Rothschild family.
On the one hand, they are reaping the benefits of Morgan and Rockefeller, and now they are reaping the benefits of Rothschild.
Just like Americans during World War I and the early years of World War II.
“It’s just a small request, really.”
Jacob Rothschild didn't want to bargain with this guy anymore.
"I hope that tomorrow you will ensure that the television stations and newspapers under Paladin Media do us a small favor."
"What's a small favor?"
Milo pulled out a glass bottle of Evian from the ice bucket, and water droplets slid down the bottle onto his Bermuda shorts.
He stared at the bubbles rising in the bottle in the sunlight: "I still say the same thing, if the price is right, everything is negotiable."
The moment the bottle mouth touched the lips, Jacob Rothschild's voice came, "We are going to make a mountain of cash in the European bank today to strengthen the confidence of the people. By then, I hope..."
(End of this chapter)