Chapter 61 This is God's Revelation



Chapter 61 This is God's Revelation

Harvard Yard.

A circle of sofas were placed on the carpet around the fireplace. Charcoal was burning in the fireplace, and the red flames licked the black charcoal, occasionally blasting out crackling sparks. The stone walls were smoked and roasted, giving off a layer of black light.

Neil Rudenstine and Joseph sat around a campfire, each holding a smoking coffee cup in their hands, talking quietly on a sofa chair that was almost as old as Harvard University.

This is a study room with closets almost to the height of the dome on the surrounding walls, filled with various thick books.

On the side were Neil Rudenstine's two assistants sitting quietly on the periphery.

And Milo, who wandered around the closet, pulling out books from time to time to read.

Joseph took a sip of coffee, looked at his son who was reading, and said after a moment's silence:

"Neil, they're making peace with the Oilers, but I won't. And you're doing such a great job. Lawrence Summers is no match for you."

"I'm glad you think so."

Neil Rudenstine smiled wryly and looked up at Milo, because he was flipping through the book and seemed to be really reading.

"But Lawrence Summers is coming on strong. They're looking for something to hold against me."

"It's not that easy. Lawrence is too involved in politics. He is not a suitable president of Harvard University. Students don't like him, and we don't like him either."

"But there are people who like him. I heard...the owner of Sleepy Hollow has met Lawrence." Neil Rudenstine said softly with a wry smile.

"The Master of Sleepy Hollow" is a metaphor for a relatively remote place in the United States.

But there were five people present, including Milo.

They all knew that this was because it was more than 100 kilometers north of New York.

There is a small town called Sleepy Hollow, where the estate of the famous oil tycoon Rockefeller is built.

"Ha, this is Boston, not New York. This is Harvard University, not New York University or Brooklyn College." Joseph said with a smile.

Neil Rudenstine has yet to speak.

Suddenly, he saw Milo, whose eyes were still on the book, speaking.

"My father was right. Mr. Rudenstine, Lawrence Summers won't be able to influence you. At least not for a few years."

"Why?" asked Neil Rudenstine.

Because of you Blackburn? The Blackburn family does have some strength.

Neil Rudenstine was able to be promoted from vice-chancellor to president with the greatest support from the Blackburn family.

In return, the Blackburn family's succession to power at Harvard University also received strong support from Neil Rudenstine.

But if Blackburn is able to stand up to Rockefeller behind Lawrence Summers...

As an American, you will find it funny.

Snap~ Milo closed the book gently and smiled.

I didn't say it because I was lost in my memories just now.

In that state he saw two months later.

Lawrence Summers, Morgan and Rockefeller supported the Oil Scholars who were used to seize the Boston consortium's voice at Harvard University.

This guy will be forced to be hidden from the public for a few years because of his inappropriate remarks, which will cause dissatisfaction among environmentalists, supporters of equal rights policies and many women who care about women's issues.

So Neil Rudenstine doesn't have to worry, at least his position as president will remain secure for the next few years.

"I said this is the voice of the Lord. Do you believe it?"

As soon as he said this, the other four people in the room, including his father Joseph, looked at each other.

No one said they believed it, but no one dared to say they didn't believe it either.

In the United States, no one dares not to believe in God.

A country where even the President of the White House has to swear an oath on the Bible when he takes office.

Even before the two houses meet, a pastor needs to bless the place first.

No matter whether you are the President or a member of Congress, as long as you dare to publicly say in front of others that you are an atheist or do not believe in God.

Then within an hour, endless impeachments and accusations will come pouring in.

In the United States you can engage in racial discrimination, and you can engage in all kinds of double standards.

But you just can’t help believing in the Lord.

This is America.

"The bonfire was too big."

Milo smiled and said, pretending to wipe the sweat off his face, "You guys continue, I'll go out for some fresh air."

He said without waiting for their reaction.

Milo put down the ancient book in his hand, pushed the door and walked out.

The corridor outside was just as warm as inside.

A few meters away from the door of the secret room, there were many bodyguards guarding it.

Some were Joseph's bodyguards, and others were Harvard University security staff.

Milo waved to David and Kenny, and then walked out of the side door on the left side of Harvard University's Administrative Office.

Once outside, take a breath of the cold but fresh air.

Milo walked slowly along the campus avenue in some silence.

Just now when Neil Rudenstine was talking to Joseph.

Hear what Neil Rudenstine is worried about.

Milo subconsciously recalled his memories of Harvard University.

Just like when he was "writing" those movie scripts and novels.

That wonderful feeling comes immediately.

He "saw" it two months later.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

Lawrence Summers' inappropriate remarks in the media and the consequences that followed.

So just now in the secret room, he just said it casually.

After saying this, before Neil Rudenstine could speak, Milo felt something was wrong.

Because he was very sure that in his previous life, he had absolutely no impression of the names Neil Rudenstine and Lawrence Summers.

If he didn't have the memory of his previous life, he wouldn't even know that these two people are now representatives of the two major factions at Harvard University.

One is the local Boston faction headed by the Blackburn family.

One is the faction of outsiders headed by Morgan and Rockefeller, with the oilmen as the pioneers.

Milo previously only knew that Harvard University was one of the best universities in the world.

It is impossible to understand the power struggles within it.

So what is the “memory state” we just saw?

And the last time Nelson introduced himself to financial knowledge.

What about those future financial black swan events that I saw through my flashbacks?

Yes, he vaguely remembered the 1997 Southeast Asian financial crisis, the 2000 Internet bubble, and the 2008 economic crisis.

However, the increase in Venezuela's oil production in 1996 led to a depreciation of crude oil.

The exchange rate crisis of the Crying Country in 1997 and the currency crisis of South Korea and Russia in 1998, he was sure that he had never understood these in his previous life.

But in the last recollection state, they still appeared and were very clear.

At the time, he thought that he might have accidentally seen it before, so it appeared along with those familiar memories.

But today, there is no memory of the power struggle at Harvard between Neil Rudenstine and Lawrence Summers.

Milo finally realized that his strange memory state was not simple.

Before this, he only used this state to plagiarize movie scripts and novels.

Moreover, the movie scripts and novels he plagiarized were all ones he had read.

He didn't feel anything unusual about this. He just thought it was the optimized super memory brought by rebirth.

But now it seems not that simple.

He wanted some cool air to wake himself up.

Find an opportunity to see if this strange state of mine is as good as my new guess.

"Mr Blackburn?"

Milo was thinking about trying again.

He suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from behind him on the left.

Milo turned around and saw the campus path behind him on the left.

Two men and three women were walking towards him.

The person who spoke was the middle-aged white man in the lead.

"Bertrand Urwin? Mr. Urwin, good afternoon." Milo said with a smile.

Milo's photographic memory reminded him of the middle-aged white man in front of him, who was the head of Harvard University Press's West Coast office in Los Angeles.

The last time I published The Da Vinci Code, one of the editors who was responsible for contacting me was Bertrand Urwin.

"It's me, Mr. Blackburn."

Bertrand Urwin came over happily and shook hands with Milo enthusiastically and proactively.

(End of this chapter)


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