Chapter 71 The Purpose of Coming to New York
Different from the old religion,
Protestantism emphasizes personal faith and the salvation of the soul, and believes that faith is a direct connection between an individual and God, without the need for an intermediary.
What is the intermediary? The Holy See and the Pope, of course!
So the Protestant church has no central authority.
Instead, it is usually made up of several independent dioceses, each of which is governed by a bishop.
If Catholicism is a centralized system, then the United States, as the Protestant stronghold, is a country with many warlords.
In every major region, state, and even down to counties and cities, Protestantism has its own relatively independent decision-makers.
In many places, Protestant dioceses are divided into different denominations such as Lutheranism, Calvinism, and Baptism.
Within each denomination, there are further divisions into evangelicals, philoprogenitives and fundamentalists.
Even within the three factions, there are various small factions.
The American ruling class divides the American ruled class vertically to facilitate management.
Protestantism was also cut vertically infinitely, just like a cake, no matter whether it was a big cake or a small cake, it was all eaten up.
Archbishop Benjamin Butcher is the Anglican Archbishop of New York.
His preaching hall is the Trinity Church in front of us.
But few people know that before Benjamin Butcher became a shepherd of the Lord and before he came to New York, he was born in Massachusetts.
Before he became a missionary, his name was very long: Benjamin Adams Butcher Blackburn.
He was the elder brother of John II Adams Joe Blackburn, who was ten years older.
"Granduncle, I should be able to come and see you more often in the future."
In the secret room, he sat down on one of the only two sofa chairs.
Milo smiled and looked at his grandfather's brother, his great-uncle:
"I plan to open a company in New York, and I will come here every once in a while."
“That’s a good thing.”
Benjamin Butcher smiled kindly, with faint age spots on his face. "Joseph came here a few days ago, and he told me about this."
Milo nodded, following the teachings of his grandfather and father.
He was patient with his relative, who, after his great-aunt passed away, devoted himself wholeheartedly to the great cause of serving the Lord.
At noon, I had Holy Communion in the church with Archbishop Benjamin Butcher.
The Eucharist is bread and wine.
In the afternoon, after coming out of the church, Milo returned to the car and said, "Since we are here, let's go to Times Square."
Times Square is located in the triangle where 42nd Street, Floyd Street and 7th Avenue intersect.
In New York, parks are usually called "squares", but this is neither a park nor a square square, but a triangular area.
The name comes from the fact that the headquarters of the New York Times moved here in 1904.
As the center of New York's classical music world, Lincoln Center is the dream stage for all artists. It is also a New York cultural center that brings together opera houses, concert halls, and outdoor concert halls.
This place used to be a slum, but now it has become an important stage for performing arts and the most coveted residential area in New York.
Milo stood in the triangle, feeling the colorful world that was expanding madly to infinity.
Looking around, there are people of different skin colors, countries and nationalities from all over the world, showing a stage without a stage.
The huge semi-cylindrical Nasdaq advertisement kept changing its black, blue, and red colors, and seemed to be announcing the unpredictable stock market situation in the world's financial center!
"It is indeed the crossroads of the world. Perhaps having a place here is the only way to make my life worthwhile."
Milo sighed secretly as he looked at the prosperous place. He knew that in this area where all the benefits had been distributed, looking at the surrounding buildings, they were either the Nasdaq screen or the Times Building.
If you want to gain a foothold here, you can hardly get in without spending hundreds of millions of US dollars.
New York has four distinct seasons, so the weather in late January is very cold.
Being outdoors again, Milo felt a little overwhelmed by the cold.
I looked at the time and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
I visited several famous scenic spots in the morning and stayed with my relatives for a long time at noon.
Milo was also a little tired, so he decided to go to the last stop of the day.
A company located in a skyscraper at 1001 Wall Street in Lower Manhattan, New York.
This is the New York headquarters of Paladin Investments, which just moved here from Los Angeles a few days ago.
The investment company was set up by Milo before Christmas.
When he went home for Christmas, he talked about the company with his father and grandfathers.
The two old men agreed that if it is related to investment and financial capital, it is better to place the company in a financial center.
For example, San Francisco, Boston, or New York, Chicago.
After discussion, Milo decided to move this small investment company, which had now grown to more than twenty people, to Manhattan.
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There is no need for San Francisco, which is the weakest financial center in the U.S. Just put a branch office in Silicon Valley.
Boston...The Blackburn family has its own financial company in Boston.
If he wanted, Milo could even become the chairman of the company.
Then you can only choose between Chicago and New York.
When Milo mentioned Chicago, he thought of black people...so naturally, he chose New York.
4:30 PM Eastern Time.
The sky outside was gloomy, as if it might snow at any moment.
Milo and his group of five appeared on the floor of "Paladin Investment Company".
Seeing two good-looking receptionists, Milo said their names and successfully pushed open the glass door and walked in.
The two receptionists looked at Milo's back. One of the blonde girls blushed and whispered excitedly, "This is the big boss. He's so young, so handsome, and has a great body."
Another black-haired chick said unhappily, "Did you see that slutty bitch next to him? Do you have a body as good as hers, and are you as pretty as her? If not, then stop being a nympho!"
The entire company is approximately 8,000 square feet, which is less than 800 square meters in metric terms.
Except for a few offices and meeting rooms that are separated, the rest of the space is open.
The employees' desks are separated only by partitions, and the space is very spacious.
The company's decoration is simple and stylish, and the employee space looks very spacious, which is also because it is a new company.
Financial firms on Wall Street are generally noisy and busy, where space and time are equally tight.
Everyone is working at a trot, and the belief here is that time is money.
No one looked up when Milo pushed the door open.
Everyone was staring at the computer screen in front of them. Even though there were only about 20 people in the company, Milo still felt a dull feeling. Everyone had a tense look on their faces.
Without disturbing the employees at work, Milo walked quickly across the hall, came to the door of General Manager Nelson's office, and knocked.
"Come in."
Milo smiled and pushed the door open. Seeing Nelson looking down at the documents seriously, he coughed and said, "Nelson, you should hire a secretary."
"Ah, boss, you're here. Please take a seat." Nelson saw that it was Milo, and stood up quickly. He asked Milo to sit on the sofa next to him, then turned to the door and shouted, "Maria, Maria! Bring me two cups of coffee."
"I'm sorry, boss. We haven't recruited enough employees yet. The secretary will have to wait." Nelson said a little embarrassedly.
"Not full yet? I see there are more than 20 people. Do we need so many people? But you are an expert in this area. I trust you. You have the final say."
Milo was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted and smiled.
(End of this chapter)