REVIVE: AMERICA 1995

"Are you really going to Los Angeles?"In Plymouth, Massachusetts, at the entrance to the Blackburn family manor, Joseph Blackburn frowned as he watched his son get into the car.Milo shrugged and replied to his father, "Grandfather has already agreed, and staying here won't be much help to the family."Joseph thought to himself, if it weren't for my father's agreement, I wouldn't let you go to California! He had already lost one son, and he couldn't afford to lose another. Especially since Paladin hadn't left any offspring, and this guy here wasn't married yet! But since old John had spoken, Joseph dared not go against his father's decision. Hearing this, Joseph turned away. Out of sight, out of mind.Robin stepped forward, looking a little melancholy, "Paladin has only just left, and now you're leaving too...""Mom!" Milo quickly coaxed the old woman, "I promise I'll take good care of myself and get a checkup every month. I'll never let anything happen to me like what happened to Paladin, okay?"Robin knew that children would grow up and have their own lives. She just regretted that she hadn't had more children when she was young, and now she had no one to keep her company. "I understand, I understand... Luckily, I still have Hayley with me." Robin took her eldest daughter-in-law's hand.Milo glanced at his sister-in-law. A few days had passed, and Hayley's complexion had improved significantly, and she no longer seemed to be immersed in the grief of losing her husband. She had no makeup on, and her skin was naturally fair. Standing there, with her straight back and proud chest, she was a sight to behold. At the age of thirty, Hayley was at the most charming age for an Anglo-Saxon woman."Have a smooth journey and take care of yourself," Hayley urged her brother-in-law. "Come back to see Robin often." Milo nodded to her, then hugged the rest of his family goodbye. When he hugged Hayley, feeling her graceful body, he said softly, "Hayley, I'll miss you..." To her surprise, Milo let go of her. He smiled at all the family members and said, "I'll miss you all! Goodbye, my dear family!"Turning around, Milo got into the car without hesitation. It was a two-door laser sports car produced by the Plymouth brand under the Chrysler Corporation in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Hayley remembered that six years ago, Milo had been driving this car when he hit his husband's strongest opponent in the party. He was a black Democratic party member and an excellent orator. Recalling his hug and words just now, as well as his appearance, which was very similar to her deceased husband but even more heroic and cheerful, Hayley fell silent....After several hours of flight, the plane from Boston landed at Los Angeles Airport. Wearing a pair of sunglasses, a white T-shirt, faded jeans, and a pair of Adidas sneakers, Milo's tall and strong body and handsome face exuded confidence, attracting the attention of women around him. Wendy Arris, who had arrived in Los Angeles a few days earlier than Milo, spotted him and his bodyguard from afar. The fat man felt that Milo was like a luminous body that people couldn't help but look at. Sure enough, someone was taking pictures of him. After all, this was Los Angeles. Maybe they thought he was some kind of Hollywood star. "Hey, Wendy," Milo walked quickly over to Wendy and gave him a hug. Wendy returned the hug, "Boss, welcome back to Los Angeles." The fat man used the word "back" instead of "to". Although Plymouth was Milo's hometown, Milo had been living in California for almost six years after the incident with the black orator. So Wendy using "back" was not wrong. "Haha, you've worked hard these past few days," Milo responded to the fat man's hug. Wendy smiled bitterly, "It was indeed hard work. You gave me too little time!" After complaining, the fat man boasted, "But luckily, I still managed to fulfill your request and form a temporary acquisition team!" He introduced the people around him to Milo. "Nelson, a representative from Bank of America, he will provide us with loans and solve financial issues." "Cosen, an old acquaintance. He was the actuary and accountant when we negotiated with Miramax. He is the financial advisor for this acquisition." "Georgia, we've worked together before. She's an excellent market researcher..." "..." "And me," he finally introduced himself. "I'm the project manager and legal counsel for this acquisition!" "Haha," Milo punched the fat man playfully, and they had a great relationship. "I trust you. As long as you can buy the company's shares for me. I don't need all of them, but at least half!" Hearing Milo's words, Wendy shrugged and said confidently, "If that's the case, then there shouldn't be any problem." "Let's go eat first, I'm starving!" Milo greeted everyone. There was a famous restaurant called Spago Beverly Hills, located at 176 North Canon Drive in Beverly Hills, with two Michelin stars. While ordering food, Milo listened carefully to Wendy and the others' detailed introduction of the target company. After ordering a few of his favorite signature dishes, such as salmon pizza and tuna tartare cones, he handed the menu to the others and said with a smile, "So, in the end, is Redwood willing to give me half of the shares because of my surname, Blackburn?" "Yes," Wendy replied as the others ordered their food. "Including Netscape, which you're very interested in, it seems like many venture capitalists here are very optimistic. The company you want to invest in now is also very popular. They're all in high demand." After hearing this, Milo muttered something, but Wendy couldn't understand. Milo was actually saying in Chinese, "Damn, it's good to be a dragon!" Milo smiled at Wendy and said, "Then let's eat first and then go over there." Wendy patted his fat belly happily and said, "Great, I'm so hungry, I could eat a cow right now. I want to try everything on this menu!" Milo rolled his eyes at him and joked, "You should go on a diet, or you'll get even fatter." The others couldn't help but laugh at their interaction.