Chapter 55 - Chapter 55: Waiting for Someone to Jump into the Pit

As time passed, the Christmas atmosphere gradually enveloped the entire United States.And the San Francisco Bay Area, with its lack of towering skyscrapers, often didn't showcase its perfect Christmas beauty until the evening, when the colorful lights were lit.On the afternoon of December 20th, Milo and three well-dressed men walked out of an upscale restaurant.They exchanged friendly hugs and parted ways."Hey, Gavin, the oysters at this restaurant are indeed as you said, exceptionally well done. But the clams in Boston aren't bad either. Next time you come to Boston, I'll treat you to clam chowder.""Jerry, no, no, I'm afraid I can't stay here for Christmas. You know, Christmas Eve is a day for all of God's lambs to reunite, and I need to return to Massachusetts, no matter where I am.""Hey, Paul. Say hello to Nancy for me, and thank her very much for her help with my companies. As I said, if I were in Massachusetts, I would do the same for you!""Goodbye!"Watching the cars drive away, Milo let out a slightly weary breath.He walked to his car, opened the door, and sat down. He said to David, who was driving today, "Wait a moment, I'll make a call.""Grandfather, I just met with people from Brown, Newsom, and Pelosi. Honestly, I think Edward and the others are doing a terrible job. Overall, they give me a sense of fragmentation. Unlike us and others, although there are internal conflicts, we can still present a united front externally.""Not enough foundation? Perhaps, their history is indeed very short. But they haven't chosen to integrate, or rather, their integration is very poor, so I still think they're doing a terrible job.""Yes, they're all old foxes. No one will express their stance, but I didn't intend for them to help. They just need to remain neutral.""Ha? How could I be afraid? It's just a finger of a behemoth. If it were the complete body, I might choose to back down. But if I'm afraid of even a finger, then I might as well return to Plymouth to be a shepherd of God.""That's it, I'll definitely be back before Christmas Eve. Good afternoon, goodbye, Grandfather."Milo hung up the phone, a look of anticipation on his face. "Hey, the pit has been dug. Let's see if they'll jump in."He closed his eyes, leaned back in the car, and mentally reviewed everything.After confirming that he had done most things correctly.He stroked his chin and opened his eyes. "David, let's go. Let's go back to the hotel to pack up, and we'll return to Los Angeles tonight. We've stayed in the Bay Area long enough."David responded, picked up the walkie-talkie, pressed a button, and said a few words.Then several Cadillac sedans, identical to the one Milo was riding in, drove over from the side.The cars mixed up their order, exchanged positions, and then drove onto the main road, heading towards the InterContinental San Francisco.Evening.Los Angeles International Airport.After a short flight of less than two hours, Milo walked out of the business channel with Kenny, David, and others.Wendy, with several business vehicles, was already waiting outside the airport lobby.Inside the car, Milo looked at the details of the royalties recently received in the copyright company's account, a smile appearing on his lips.Honestly, Milo was quite short of money right now.Between investing in internet companies and making movies, the money the family gave him was simply not enough.Although he could mortgage some of his internet company shares.But these loans also came with interest, and the interest was very high.The family also needed money everywhere now.His father was in a period of rising influence, and his sister-in-law, Hailey, was also seeking to move towards Washington.Moreover, honestly, the family's cash flow wasn't much.The Blackburns' foundation, in terms of property, was mainly reflected in the land spread across the old thirteen North American colonies.This land was indeed valuable, much of it located in city centers or important locations.But these lands were ancestral property, and no one dared to sell them casually.Moreover, many of the lands had churches built on them. If they were sold, the Blackburns' influence on the church might also decrease.This was the core of the Blackburns' influence.It was through their influence on the church and on various military chaplains across the United States that the Blackburns were able to join the upper echelons of the Boston Consortium.This aspect couldn't be messed with.He still needed to make money.Currently, Angels & Demons hadn't been released yet, and Shakespeare in Love was still filming.He wouldn't see any money from the film side until after the new year at the earliest.Currently, the only thing he had that could generate income was the copyright company holding the rights to The Da Vinci Code.Although each sum wouldn't be millions of dollars, the key was a steady stream of income.The combined income from royalties and manuscript fees over the past few months was close to ten million dollars.In America, being a best-selling author really brought in the money!Thinking of the accidental incident in London.Milo felt that he should also "create" the little wizard.And in addition to novels and movies, he should also open up other cash cow projects.If the cash flow wasn't enough, then in the upcoming surging internet wave. His voice would quickly be diminished. So, what track should he open up next?Selling movie scripts wouldn't work. There were countless scripts archived in the Hollywood Writers Guild.Some movies were currently being filmed, and their scripts might have been archived in the Writers Guild for more than ten years.The kind of plot where someone could easily earn tens of millions of dollars just by selling scripts, being frantically sought after by various Hollywood companies, absolutely didn't exist.Truly sought-after scripts had to be custom-made by screenwriters who had created hit movies, and then they had to be approved by the film companies and directors.The key was that the prices for such scripts were just average.Good ones were several hundred thousand, and the best ones were a few million dollars.Even if Milo copied all the scripts in his mind.Even if all these scripts hadn't yet been archived in the Writers Guild and could all sell for good prices.He could probably only sell them for tens of millions to hundreds of millions of dollars.The problem was that this work was extremely complicated.Even with computers now available for typing, it would probably take six months to a year to complete.Filming movies was even more out of the question. Milo had most of his cash flow tied up in two movies.Scratching his head, Milo suddenly felt a bit envious of those predecessors who, after being reborn, had financial talent or cheat-like golden fingers that allowed them to make money in the financial markets.Especially since this was America, where finance was at the top of everything.In terms of finance, Milo only vaguely remembered the Southeast Asian financial crisis a year or two later.And the financial and currency crises of countries like South Korea, Russia, and others three years later.As well as the dot-com bubble of 2000 and the 2008 global financial crisis.He felt a bit regretful that if he had been reborn in 1990.Then just cutting a wave of Japanese leeks and taking a bite of the Russian bear's flesh would have made him rich by now.Unfortunately, he hadn't.Although he knew that if he entered the market during the upcoming financial events, he should be able to get a share with his background.But to ask him to personally get involved, sorry, neither the original Milo who studied theology nor the coder from China had that ability.But fortunately, Milo was very self-aware, like his great-uncle.They were both willing to listen to the opinions of the people around them.They both had good grandfathers, good fathers, good relatives, and powerful families to rely on.Then… things became simple.His great-uncle, relying on his family and a good father, was able to become the President of the United States.Then there was no reason why he, relying on his family and a bunch of good relatives, couldn't become a Wall Street stock god, right?Moreover, compared to those Wall Street stock gods, he at least remembered so many major financial events!Thinking of this, Milo spoke to Wendy: "Wendy, I have a new job for you."Wendy: "…"The fat man thought, here we go again?He was now the general manager of a film company and also the producer of movies.At the same time, he also had to monitor and manage a bunch of internet companies and handle various errands for Milo.He even had to take care of Milo's physical condition.In short, Wendy had to pay attention to everything, big and small, around Milo.Wendy now missed the old Milo a bit.The old Milo didn't have so many