Chapter 83 Golden Retriever and Little Beauty

Minogue and Zeta-Jones walked into the hotel building under the paparazzi's flashes.

As soon as we entered, someone came to greet us. We took the elevator specially used for tonight and soon arrived at the floor where the banquet was held.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, someone came to meet them. Milo put his arm around Zeta-Jones' waist and followed the receptionist into the magnificent and luxuriously decorated Golden Banquet Hall of the Hilton Hotel.

Anna Wintour, with her long braids and a pink satin fitted sleeveless dress, was standing at the door waiting with a smile that seemed a little exaggerated to Milo.

"Oh! Mr. Blackburn, welcome! And Miss Jones, welcome." Wintour walked forward with a smile, hugged Zeta-Jones intimately and shook hands with Milo.

"I just happened to be in New York. Although I don't have an invitation, I want to come and see the world. There are only schools and research laboratories in Boston, which has nothing to do with fashion."

Milo smiled and shrugged, hugged Wendi Murdoch and said, "I hope my presence did not disturb you, Ms. Wintour."

"Haha, you are a super VIP." Wintour's eyes sparkled with a bright light. She smiled and naturally took Zeta-Jones' arm, but her eyes were always on Milo's handsome face. "Mr. Blackburn, has anyone told you that you look like Apollo? If you debuted in the fashion circle or Hollywood, you would definitely make other male stars and male models pale in comparison!"

Apollo is the most handsome of all the gods in Greek mythology.

Many Western artists like to praise objects in poetry and painting.

"Thank you for the compliment." Milo smiled faintly, and did not feel complacent because of the praise from this fashion queen.

"Please come in, please come in. There are many guests tonight. There must be many people who want to meet you, Mr. Blackburn. You will be the most popular guest tonight!" Wintour must have seen that another important guest was coming, so she quickly ended the greetings with Milo.

Milo smiled, nodded to Wintour, and led Zeta-Jones, whose head was definitely dizzy by the female devil, into the already very lively golden banquet hall.

Various party dinners in the United States usually start between 7 and 8 p.m.

The hour before dinner is usually a cocktail party, which is intended to allow guests to warm up and introduce themselves to each other.

Milo saw many familiar faces along the way. When they noticed Milo's gaze, they all smiled and nodded gracefully.

For example, Tommy Lee Jones, and Tom Cruise who didn't bring Nicole Kidman tonight... It's a pity that Nicole didn't come.

He was regretting that he couldn't play with his husband anymore.

Then I saw Tommy Lee Jones and Murdoch walking over with their respective female companions.

"Good evening, Milo and Catherine." As soon as he came over, the old man said affectionately:

"I'm not surprised that Katherine would come, but I didn't expect you to come too, Milo."

Milo shrugged and smiled, bumping shoulders lightly with Tommy, the big Texan who he considered one of his own.

"I just told Ms. Wintour that I'm here to meet the world. Good evening, Rupert, Tommy. Um, and Maria. And this is ..."

He looked at the woman next to Murdoch, who was not Asian. It seemed that there was no news that Murdoch had an Asian girlfriend or lover.

Considering that it was only 1996, Milo felt that perhaps Murdoch had not yet met Wendi Deng.

"This is Anna, my wife."

Murdoch smiled and introduced Milo to his wife, "Anna, let me introduce you to this man, the genius writer, the new upstart in the publishing industry, the talented Hollywood director, and the youngest billionaire in the world, Milo Blackburn."

After Murdoch introduced them, Milo was about to shake hands with his wife when suddenly an enthusiastic voice came from the left.

"Hey, Milo, good evening. I didn't expect you to come to this dinner!"

Several people turned their heads to look over when they heard this. Milo recognized at a glance that this was the blond real estate developer who helped him buy the penthouse at 251 West 91st Street on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. The other party was very familiar and shook hands with Milo as soon as he came up. "We just met two days ago. I didn't expect to meet again today. Hello, Milo's friends, I am Kimp Donald, the owner of Kimp Group!"

The other party did help him a few days ago, and as a reborn person, Milo actually recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

With that blond hair and the way he likes to move his hands around when he talks, it's hard to forget him.

However, compared to the coming of the God-Emperor twenty-eight years later.

At present, Gimp is just a well-known New York real estate and television businessman who has gone bankrupt several times but has made a fortune again.

"Good evening, Gimp..."

Milo smiled and shook hands with him, hugged him, and then introduced his identity to everyone, looking at the young girl who was following him with a smile, "This is Murdoch's predecessor, this is Tommy, I think you should all..."

The girl next to Jinpu was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

She is a little blonde beauty. Although she is not very old, she is very tall and slim. Her pretty face with a little baby fat already shows her charm.

Many people know Jinpu's XP, so this is definitely not his girlfriend or lover or something.

Milo also knew that this was Gimp's daughter. Later, on the Chinese Internet, the so-called princess who was highly sought after by rabbit netizens was also her.

"This is my daughter Ivana. Although she is young, she is already a model! She is also your fan, Milo. She bought ten copies of your "The Da Vinci Code" and gave the extra copies to her classmates and friends!"

"Hello, Ivana. I'm glad you like my novel..."

Milo smiled and gently shook hands with the excited little girl.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

Then, with Milo's introduction, and Jinpu's own familiarity and public relations skills.

Everyone in the small circle quickly became familiar with each other.

Gimp was the most enthusiastic in the conversation, and soon he began to discuss with Murdoch the feasibility of launching a program on Fox TV.

The current real estate market in the United States is not as good as it will be in the future.

Milo's uncle had not yet come to power, and the United States's massive money printing had not yet begun.

At this time, Jinpu's industries were both television programs and real estate.

Last year, he bought the rights and ownership of the beauty pageant "Miss Universe" from Pacific Mills Clothing Company in California, USA.

He is currently starting to plan for this year's beauty pageant, Miss Universe.

A media tycoon like Murdoch is obviously an ideal partner for Gimpel.

But Murdoch showed little interest. One reason is that Gimpel's current reputation and strength are just that.

One is that the audience and consumption power of beauty pageants are not good at present. In addition, Fox has already cooperated with Miss International, one of the four major beauty pageants in the world.

There is no need to add another Miss Universe of similar level.

No matter how active Gimp was, Murdoch was not interested at all.

Milo, who was listening to their conversation, suddenly said, "I do have an idea, an idea for a TV show."

"oh?"

Gimp would say four or five sentences before Murdoch would respond.

But as soon as Milo opened his mouth, Murdoch was immediately interested, "What type?"

The difference between people is sometimes just that huge.

(End of this chapter)