Chapter 22 The Godfather of Soy Sauce

"Okay, BOSS." Paul shrugged helplessly, who made him the BOSS!

God only knows what those redneck Mexicans are going to make, and Paul just hopes they don't screw everything up.

"Take us to the casino." He didn't want to go to the bar, and he had no interest in opera, and the popular opera was at night, so the only place he could go was the casino.

As for standing on the beach and blowing the wind, Li Zitao doesn't have that kind of leisure and elegance, his time is very precious now, if he has that kind of skill, he might as well practice boxing or shooting!

"Boss, these people are really rich." In the casino, seeing stacks of beautiful knives being slapped on the table, the monk licked his mouth and swallowed his saliva, his eyes were almost red.

"Soon you will be richer than all of them combined." Li Zitao said with certainty.

After taking out 200 U.S. dollars and letting his subordinates play in it for a while, Li Zitao felt a little bored. Poker is definitely his natural nemesis.

"Boss, your luck is really..." Paul couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Poker really sucks, blackjack, big roulette is king, mdzz~~" Li Zitao cursed in a low voice, speaking incomprehensible words.

After losing all the $100, Li Zitao stood up from the gambling table, and his subordinates who were playing around gathered around, some excited, some frustrated.

"How much did you win?" Seeing the monk's eyes shining, Li Zitao asked casually.

"50 dollars, hey..." The monk smiled excitedly. Just now the boss said that all the winnings are theirs.

"Boss, this is the capital." The monk took out 20 dollars and handed it over.

"Keep it for yourself." Thinking that he lost all US$100 and the monk won US$50 with a stake of US$20, Li Zitao hated gambling even more.

"Gambling is wrong. It's better to gamble less in the future." Thinking of gambling, Li Zitao suddenly looked at Paul and asked, "Paul, where is Las Vegas?"

"...Boss, I don't know." Paul pouted awkwardly, Las Vegas? What the hell is that place?

"Well, it's okay." Li Zitao suppressed the excitement in his heart, and some vague memories in his mind became clear.

If I remember correctly, the prosperity of Las Vegas started from Luciano. Before that, it was just a wasteland where the mines were exhausted and two broken gambling houses were about to close down.

Although I don't know the exact time, Luciano has not yet become the later godfather, and Paul has never heard the name of Las Vegas, which is enough to prove that it is not now.

"Opportunity." Li Zitao immediately seized the business opportunity inside, and at the same time drew a circle around the name Las Vegas in his mind. The red one must be highlighted.

Now all he needs to do is wait, wait for Black Tuesday, wait for the market to crash, and Ben will bring him a lot of income from the stock market.

As for the other things, he can only press them quietly in his heart now, telling himself silently, 'Soon, a happy life is coming soon. '

Waiting is a very anxious thing, especially when you know the future. Fortunately, Li Zitao's salty fish attribute is still there, so he turned over and continued to lie dead.

Before the evening reception started, Li Zitao met an interested person.

"Sir, Mr. Maranzano would like to invite you to have a cup of coffee." The man wearing a flat hat, a slim suit, and a dark gray overcoat bowed and said.

"It's an honor." Looking towards the nearby cafe, a 'gentleman' sitting there raised his coffee cup and smiled kindly.

"Li, from the mysterious oriental country, please sit down." Seeing Li approaching slowly with a warm smile on his face, Maranzano stood up as a gesture of courtesy.

"It's an honor to meet you, Malanosa." Li Zitao took off his top hat after sitting down, and the monk took it calmly,

Quietly sat back on the seat behind him.

"You have a group of loyal subordinates, who are loyal and belong to the inheritance of Huaguo?" Maranzano seemed to be very interested in him, looking directly at him with bright eyes.

"Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness." Li Zitao said each word in Mandarin, then raised his hand and smiled at the approaching waiter: "A glass of milk."

He is not interested in coffee or wine. The evening reception must be a show. I remember seeing it on the Internet in my previous life. Order before drinking? Milk protects the gut? ?

"Nucky mentioned you last time, what did you hear about Luciano?" After exchanging pleasantries, Maranzano really mentioned this matter.

"En." Picking up the milk cup on the table, Li Zitao looked down at the milk in the cup, and said softly to himself: "A friend of mine happened to see that the killer who shot and killed Masseria, and Lu Xi'an Nuo have crossed paths."

"Bichi, he really did it." Maranzano clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table.

"Isn't this a well-known thing? What did the New York Times say? Oh, he takes a long time to pee every time, hehe..." Looking at Maranzano's performance with a sneer, Li Zitao really wanted to pour milk on him face.

If Marcellia's death had nothing to do with him, Li Zitao wouldn't believe it. These bastards really like acting.

Maranzano is acting so angry now, only because Luciano is gradually out of his control, he is a little too overestimating himself, and now he is angry from embarrassment.

"Hey, my friend, thank you very much for your advice, the time is almost up, I think Nucky should wait." Maranzano looked at the time and invited him to leave together.

Maranzano didn't come alone. He was followed by a dozen of his subordinates. All of them had broad shoulders and round waists, which looked much more pompous than Li Zitao's.

Li Zitao curled his lips disapprovingly, and Li Zitao can guarantee that if he really did something, the monk would be able to make them all lie down by himself.

The reception was held in the banquet hall of the hotel. When Maranzano and Li Zitao arrived, many guests had already gathered in a circle, talking about politics, territory, women and banknotes.

"Hey, Maranzano, my friend, come here quickly." The young man with a high forehead, a high nose bridge, a little thin, and a sinister look waved his hands excitedly.

Of course the excitement was fake, the guy on the opposite side wanted to kill Maranzano immediately, because Li Zitao saw the obvious killing intent from Maranzano's eyes.

"Charlie, I want to introduce you to a friend." Hearing Maranzano's address, Li Zitao knew that his guess was right.

Walking towards him is Charlie Luciano, who will rule the Mafia of Country M for 40 years in the future.

"This is my friend from the East, Charlie Lee... This is my best friend, Charlie Luciano, oh, my God! Look, two Charlies." Maranzano exaggerated to the surrounding people Huh, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Haha, it seems we are destined, Li." Charlie Luciano squeezed out a smile, looking like a weasel giving a chicken New Year's greetings.

"I think so, Mr. Luciano." Li Zitao lowered his posture and said.

He doesn't want to mess with this big boss yet, so let him and the old bitch Maranzano fight each other. It would be best if they both lose and the mafia falls apart.

"Oh, damn it, Lee, I finally found you." Nucky exaggeratedly flung his arms and looked at him complainingly, "Come on, I want to introduce you to some new friends."

"Nucky," Maranzano and Charlie Luciano greeted with a smile.

"Maranzano, take care of Charlie, Charlie, I'll come back later." Nucky spread his hands with a speechless expression, pointed at Li Zitao, and said, "What a trouble!" '

Charlie Luciano's eyes flickered, and Li Zitao also took the opportunity to follow Nucky through the reception. He thought he was going to introduce someone to him, but they went straight to the second floor.

"Nucky, what is this?" Looking at the three people sitting in the quiet cigar bar, Li Zitao was a little confused.

"Everyone, let me introduce a new friend, Lee from the East, Charlie Lee." After Nucky finished speaking, he took the lead in clapping and applauding, and the three sitting on the sofa also stood up with smiles.

"Thank you, thank you Nucky for the introduction." Li Zitao put his right hand lightly on his chest, bent slightly to express his humility and gratitude.

"Come on! Li, have a good taste. These are all Nucky's treasures. Each one costs 200 US dollars. It is stained with the fragrance of a pure girl, haha..."

One of them, a fat man with a big belly and a bit like a member of parliament, raised his cigar and laughed wantonly as if no one else was around.

"Walter Gade, our great Mr. Governor of New Jersey." Nucky smiled and introduced meticulously with a straight face.

"Come on, Nucky, don't make it so formal, let's sit down and enjoy it!" Walter Gade sat back in his seat, waving a cigar.

"This is Representative, Sakhir Ricks, and this is Senior Senator, Nick Brandy, and they are the most loyal friends of Atlantic City."

Senior senator, this is an informal title, simply speaking, it is based on seniority. In the Senate, more power will always be given to members with 'senior'.

After shaking hands with the three of them, Li Zitao sat in the seat arranged for him, looked at Nucky, and said, 'Please start your performance. '

"Okay! Our Mr. Congressman needs some men to protect his safety, and he wants bodyguards with special skin color." Nucky glanced at Nick Brady and said to Li Zitao sincerely.

"Our senator, do you want to start with the skin color?" Li Zitao picked up a cigar, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, but he didn't even smell the fart.

Just a strong smell of tobacco, aroma? Sorry, I might have a stuffy nose.

"It seems that our new friend understands politics very well." Nick Brady looked around with a satisfied smile on his face.

"No problem, two Chinese, two blacks, I guarantee they are clean." Li Zitao pinched the burning oak chip, held the cigar and rotated it evenly, until the cigar head ignited a circle of even sparks, and then he threw the wood chip away Flicking the cigar back and forth.

After the smoke permeated the whole cigar, he put it to his mouth and gently smoked it. His elegant and noble demeanor brought everyone together, and even Nucky looked at him in surprise.

If it wasn't for Li Zitao's standard Asian skin color and appearance, they would even think that they were communicating with a noble European nobleman.