Chapter 75 Playing Big

At around seven o'clock in the evening in New York, the lights came on and a cyberpunk-like metropolis appeared.

After having a quick meal at a restaurant on Wall Street, Milo, who didn't know anyone here, decided to go back to the hotel to rest.

The Cadillac sedan sped along the streets of Manhattan and soon disappeared in the snowy night and neon lights.

Back at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel on Park Avenue, David, Kenny and the other two found a room to stay in.

Milo and Monica shared the same executive suite.

In the bedroom, Milo took off all his clothes, put on a bathrobe, and walked into the steaming bathroom.

In the large, white and smooth bathtub, Milo walked up the marble steps, stretched out his feet to test the water temperature, which was just right, and lying in the warm water, he relaxed his whole body and relieved a little of his tiredness.

After taking a bath, Milo just walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, and Monica, who had changed into a maid outfit, came over with a cup of fragrant coffee.

After taking the coffee and saying thank you to Monica with a smile, Milo leisurely walked to the sofa in the living room, sat down, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Monica also had someone send over a plate of fresh fruit and a plate of dried fruit for Milo to have as an after-meal snack.

After taking a bath, Milo was very energetic. He lay on the sofa with Monica in his arms, and ate the fruits or dried fruits she handed to him from time to time.

One hand moved back and forth on Monica's soft and plump breasts.

He also weighed them and found they weighed about one to one and a half pounds each.

It belongs to the weight of F class.

With the other hand holding the remote control, I change channels from time to time until I can't find a TV program that interests me.

He then leisurely embraced Monica, walked back to the bedroom, opened his arms and fell directly on the big bed.

"Hey, today I want to see you riding a horse, and come from behind you!"

Monica gave him a charming look.

She obediently took off her bathrobe, revealing her fragrant body like a big white sheep, turned off the bedside lamp, and then rode on him.

With a muffled groan from Monica, they connected again.

In the morning, Milo woke up early.

After washing up, he came to the bed and looked at Monica, who was sleeping soundly and even snoring softly.

There were faint dark circles around her beautiful eyes.

Forget it, let’s try another morning exercise today.

Milo changed into a tight and warm running suit, a hoodie on the upper body, and tight sports pants on the lower body that clearly outlined his leg muscles. He also wore a pair of black Nike shock-absorbing running shoes and planned to go for a morning run.

After his rebirth, Milo took good care of his body, although he was very unscrupulous when playing with women.

But he kept exercising.

Whether it's aerobic exercise like swimming or jogging, or you can let a professional fitness trainer set up an exercise plan for you.

As soon as he entered the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Milo put on his hoodie.

He looked at the snow on both sides of the street, and trotted across the street with David and Kenny towards Central Park.

Soon, we arrived at Central Park.

In Central Park in winter, the trees are bleak and the dry lawn is covered with withered yellow leaves.

Two squirrels were jumping back and forth on the black bench under the tree. When they saw Milo and others running over, they were not afraid, but continued to play by themselves.

Milo exhaled white air regularly from his mouth, moving forward at a very regular pace with great concentration.

In Central Park, other people jogging in the morning were not surprised by the outfit of Milo and others.

After all, this is Manhattan, and there is never a shortage of billionaires going for a morning jog with bodyguards.

With sweat on his forehead, Milo ran out of Central Park without stopping.

Kenny, David and others followed closely behind, "Hey, Boss, the boss has been gone for an hour, right?"

"Well, he was a little slack in his exercise some time ago. In the past six months, as long as he doesn't play with women, the boss's work and rest schedule will be normal."

"The boss is still young, so it's understandable. When he reaches our age, he will understand that women are useless and will only slow down the speed of drawing the gun."

"Okay, hurry up and follow me." David smiled and spoke in the cold wind.

"Um."

Kenny nodded and took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket. "Triangle formation, follow the boss, pay attention to the situation on the roadside, and the support team should not be more than fifty meters away."

Different from the personal bodyguards of ordinary wealthy people.

Kenny and David are both elite.

Kenny was originally a CIA agent, but was later transferred to the Secret Service by Milo's grandfather.

Later, Kenny retired from the Secret Service and became Robin's personal bodyguard.

Later, he was sent to Los Angeles by Robin and became Milo's personal bodyguard.

Compared to David, a Blackburn family bodyguard who came from the Plymouth Police Department, Kenny is actually better at high-level security.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Wall Street.

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Wall Street is less than 900 meters long, and the surrounding buildings are filled with various national and global business organizations, municipal departments, banks, and insurance companies.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the chairman’s office of Paladin Investments.

At a glance, Milo could vaguely recognize many well-known financial buildings across the street.

23 Wall Street, Chase Bank Building, Manhattan.

A few years later it would become the Morgan Chase Building as the Morgan and Rockefeller merged.

Not far away, at 37 Wall Street, is the American Trust Company.

No. 45, Toronto-Westbank Building.

No. 63, Brown Brothers. No. 75, Harriman Trust…

In front of the French window, Milo looked up at the gray and gloomy sky, then looked down at the endless stream of people on the street. They were tiny, rushing around in a hurry and their movements were rigid.

"Boss, JP Morgan's people are here."

Monica was wearing a white shirt with a large lapel. The open neckline revealed purple hollow lace and a very deep cleavage that was visible even without squeezing.

It seemed that because of the upcoming guests, she restrained herself, drew up her neckline, and wore a tight black blazer with a waist.

The slightly short skirt and the black stockings that reveal the black garter buckles and lace edges are still hard to avoid thinking about.

Milo frowned. Well, although he was satisfied with Monica's outfit, it would inevitably leave a bad impression on others.

"Go change your skirt. This is Wall Street, not Hollywood. You are Bellucci's secretary now, not the actress Monica." Milo began to lecture seriously.

"Oh..." She responded obediently, but when she turned around, she secretly curled her lips and made a face.

Monica complained in her heart, then you were not very happy touching in the car! Now you are disgusted again, hey, man!

In the conference room.

After exchanging a few polite greetings with the people from JP Morgan, we got down to business.

Loan, Milo wants a loan.

And JP Morgan is not the only bank that came to Paladin to invest today.

First National Bank of Boston, State Street, First Citigroup, Wells Fargo, and now JP Morgan.

Milo invested his shares in Silicon Valley companies, as well as copyright companies and film companies.

A total of US$400 million was loaned from five banks.

This is Wall Street, one of the most efficiency-conscious places in the world.

At the same time, all the major banks in the world can find branches here.

All the loan procedures have been completed, and now all that's missing is Milo's signature.

(End of this chapter)