Chapter 298: Have Your Own Territory

Inside is a tree-lined avenue lined with trees. You can see that there are many buildings. On both sides of the entrance gate, there is an apartment-style six-story building occupying a large area on one side. On one side is a small outpost-like building used for warning and guarding. Further inside, there are two normal European-style spire villas. And at the end of this road is another villa.

Entering from the gate, it is more than a hundred meters to the innermost place. In addition, in the open space behind the building, there are lawns, gardens, etc. as far as the eye can see, and the entire area is quite large.

Just by decorating and decorating this place, you can see the wealth of the owner. As for expensive, from the outside, it must be expensive. But really speaking, they are just a bunch of hooligans, how expensive can they be?

Of course, there is no distinction between high and low people. This nobility is just a gorgeous coat woven by wealth and power, nothing more. However, there is indeed a difference between high and low people, which is the difference in ideological realm.

Someone was already waiting at the door of the innermost villa. The car stopped slowly. The man politely stepped forward to open the door. When Wang Yan, who was wearing a well-cut Marlena suit and big black leather shoes, got out of the car with his things, the man He stretched out his hand and shook it with Wang Yan: "Hello, I am Tom Hagen."

Wang Yan smiled: "Hello, I am Wang Yan."

"Let's go, follow me in, Tang is already waiting for you." As he spoke, he wanted to take the package in Wang Yan's hand.

"I want to give this to Mr. Corleone in person. To show my sincerity, you can take a look first. It is definitely not a weapon. I have no ill intentions."

Wang Yan opened the package and saw four bottles containing pills.

"Of course, Wang, we never doubt our friends, you can rest assured." After glancing at it uncertainly and confirming that it was not a dangerous item, Tom enthusiastically invited Wang Yan in. Although it is rare to see an oriental person, he will not show anything. Since the godfather has agreed to see him, it means that this person must be outstanding, and the godfather is never wrong.

Tom, of course Wang Yan knew, was an Irishman picked up by the old godfather's eldest son, and would take over the role of the family's military advisor when the plot begins in a few years.

But when it comes to this military advisor, Wang Yan doesn't have one among his men. He doesn't need that. What he wants is absolute execution, and no one has as much foresight as him.

Following Tom into the villa, there were several women talking and laughing in the living room on the first floor, and there were children jumping around. Wang Yan knew that they were the wives and children of a group of gangsters.

Under the leadership of Tom, Wang Yan followed him into a study room at the corner. Inside was a group of well-dressed Italian men in black suits, thickly oiled and carrying heavy backpacks. They are Don Vito Corleone, Santino Corleone, and the strategist of the Corleone family named Gianco Abbandando. The company that monopolizes most of the olive oil market in the United States is named after him. Taken.

Wang Yan stepped forward and shook hands with the chubby Vito Corleone, who was graying in age and fat. "Thank you for your help to us, Mr. Corleone." Feeling the gentleness and benefit coming from his hands, along with the hope of the master of traditional Chinese medicine. After the diagnosis, it can be determined that if this old boy had not been shot several times later, he would not have a big problem living into the 1970s. His eyes were equally deep and bright, and his smile was gentle, the standard of an old fox.

"You're welcome, please have a seat." Vito waved his hand and motioned for Wang Yan to sit down and talk. Because this was an equal conversation, he did not sit behind the long table, but sat with several people on the sofa.

Wang Yan nodded politely to the others and sat down. Next to him was Vito, followed by the old godfather's military advisor Zhanke, his eldest son Santino, and the son who had been drinking for several people. Tom, surrounding him in a semicircle.

Seeing him sit down, Vito said in a hoarse voice: "I thought you wouldn't see me, but sent the man named Leo Correa over." He raised a glass and invited Wang Yan to taste his good wine.

"Oh? Mr. Corleone has noticed it a long time ago?" Wang Yan touched him with a smile and took a sip. There was nothing unexpected about him. Just like the reason why he didn't dare to be too harsh in the real world, his resume couldn't be changed. As for why they can sit together, it's simple. Their powerful beheading abilities are respected.

"King, that's not that difficult, is it?" Vito shook his head and said, "You are worthy of respect for being able to achieve such a great cause in Sicily, but your skin color and appearance limit you. "

"So I came to free America."

Vito shook his head, and it was obvious that he sneered at this statement: "No one will help us, we can only rely on ourselves, and you should do the same. The contract is not suitable for you, at least the current contract is so. You should Go to the West Bank, where there are more of your countrymen. You know, your people have broken a lot of legs these days."

Wang Yan glanced at the eyes of the people next to him and found surprise in their eyes, which meant that Vito's words today were quite confidential and exceeded their expectations. Maybe this is the treatment of the protagonist, it makes people feel like old friends at first sight. Of course that was nonsense, but I just felt a little emotional when I saw him coming here to work in such a difficult situation, and remembering how difficult it was for him to get started.

Or maybe they simply don't want them to mess around. After all, there has been peace for several years now, and it's war time again. The most important thing to do is to quietly make a fortune, not to provoke a fight between the mafia. People like Wang Yan and the others came here, and there was no need to think about it without any complacency. It was natural that they should be persuaded to leave and not cause trouble.

As for breaking other people's legs, is it just to show off your muscles? It's a warning that every move he makes is in the eyes of others. Is it hard to say softly?

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Corleone." Wang Yan said: "I believe that the Corleone family will allow us to have a bite to eat."

"No, no, no, king, the food is right there. Those who have the ability can naturally eat it if they want. They never need permission from me or anyone else. But there are wars going on everywhere now, and I also know the business you are running. At this time There should not be conflicts that disturb the peaceful environment."

Of course, Wang Yan couldn't agree. Leo was already in place. Marlena also said that it would be good to break the contract, so she would live here from now on. On the one hand, protecting his own power is on the other hand, but also on the other hand, he has a lot of beautiful knives in his hands that need to be cleaned. This kind of serious work should naturally be a serious rogue operation, and it is impossible for him to get his hands on it. Moreover, Leo is a Tang. A Tang with no territory is a joke, and he is not tough when talking to others.

After taking a sip of wine, Wang Yan said: "Among the big families that have made an appointment, we are friends, so there will naturally be no conflicts. But we have no interactions with the other families, so I think we should eat what we can. It shouldn't be a problem. What do you think, Mr. Corleone?"

No one else had any reaction when he said this. Only Santino had a droopy face and hostile eyes, because he felt that Wang Yan disrespected his omnipotent father, which was unforgivable.

Vito glared at his eldest son and looked at the Eastern boy next to him noncommittally: "Then which family do you want to eat?"

"There is a saying in China: pick up the weak persimmons. Of course, whichever family is weak will be eaten."

"The Strachey family?" Seeing Wang Yan nod, Corleone frowned and said, "They are indeed the weakest. They control the gambling industry in New Jersey and the shipping industry in the West Side of Manhattan. But once the war starts, they can also mobilize a few people. Hundreds of people. I know you are good at beheading, but this is not comparable to those small characters in Sicily."

He didn't want Wang Yan to lead people to cause trouble, but Wang Yan was not a vassal of the Corleone family. And looking at it like this, if they hadn't helped their contact solve the identity problem last time and agreed to them as an olive oil supplier, they would really have to work with them for a while.

"As long as the investigation is clear, the problem shouldn't be too big." Wang Yan said very modestly.

Vito also saw that he didn't care, and said seriously: "King, I have no right to control what you do, but we have made agreements with several other major families. If you can't solve it, but with Strachi If the family continues to fight against each other and destroys the current order, we will attack in groups until you die or leave the United States."

He knew why Wang Yan did this. It was just to establish the name of the Correa family through a battle and get the status and respect it deserved. This was the best way. But if Wang Yan and the others fail to decide the winner immediately and instead fall into a protracted tug-of-war, the impact on their Corleone family will be very great. Apart from anything else, what about the politicians he is friends with? Local stability is a necessary political achievement, even if it is only on the surface. At the same time, the impact on their businesses is not small. After all, who would patronize their properties if it is not safe to go out.

And they did have an agreement with other families to maintain peace. If he doesn't take action, the original alliance will inevitably become loose and other families will think that it is his instruction. This is not what he wants and will be of no benefit to anyone.

Although he couldn't stop it, he had to say it. And he also wanted to see how strong these people were and whether they were worthy of his respect. He also knew that the other major families had always been ambitious, and it was not easy to be the leader. If Wang Yan can succeed this time, it will weaken the forces that break the contract and oppose him. If he fails, there will be nothing to say and he will die.

"Of course, this is what it should be." Wang Yan naturally understood what Vito was thinking, but it didn't matter. He just wants a piece of territory and one party's influence. He will not participate in other family wars within the mafia. And the most important thing is that although Vito told him very well, in fact, people do not recognize him as a member of the family. In any case, he is an outsider after all.

"I wish you success."

"Thanks."

Wang Yan signaled to him, took a sip of wine, then picked up the package he brought under the sofa, took out the four bottles inside, and placed them on the expensive coffee table one by one: "To thank you for helping us, here is This is a gift I brought for you, Mr. Corleone, please accept it."

Vito glanced at Wang Yan, reached for the glass bottle in front of him, opened the lid and smelled it suspiciously, frowned and said, "This seems to be a kind of medicine?"

"Yes, he is the medicine."

"Although I am getting older, I have to admit that my body is not as good as before, but I can be sure, Wang, that I am very healthy."

"It can make you healthier, Mr. Corleone." Wang Yan raised his lips slightly: "This is an ancient inheritance from the East. Famous generals in history all relied on this thing to improve their physical potential or recover from wounds suffered on the battlefield. This A small pill requires hundreds of medicinal materials and dozens of processes to complete. Of course, the current medicinal effect cannot reach that level. To use a Chinese saying, it is 'three parts of medicine are poison'. We Without those efficient physical training methods, the poison cannot be metabolized."

"But the good news is that after many years of improvement from our family to me, we now have the finished product. As long as you take one pill a day, no matter what time, and do an hour of low-intensity exercise after eating, you can metabolize it. Of the harmful substances, and the remaining ones that are beneficial to the body, it only takes two months at most to notice an obvious improvement in physical fitness.”

"According to the current price, this bottle costs US$30,000, and our family's years of hard work, I think it is worth US$20,000, so the price of this bottle is US$50,000. Of course we are friends , this is our first meeting again, so these four bottles of medicine are given to you as a gift, Mr. Corleone."

This thing was too ruthless to steal money, so he came up with it again. He got some medicine to make it when he was in Sicily. However, due to national differences, this time he cannot promote it universally. Otherwise, it would be more expensive at home than abroad, and he would have uneasy conscience. Therefore, he appropriately increased the ratio to make the medicine more powerful, in order to enrich the wealth of the upper class in America. In fact, he can go even higher. After all, he has reduced the effect of the most powerful medicine step by step. He can handle various strengths, but it is not necessary. After all, it takes more than a month and less than two months to feel the obvious improvement in my body, which is already very miraculous.

The current price is 50,000 per bottle. As long as the upper class market in America is opened, and he gradually mentions the efficacy of the medicine in the future, then the price will not rise at all. Moreover, he can also use this to win over a large number of high-ranking officials, political figures, and big capital, and run a network empire. He can also cooperate with those big capitals and ask them to pay a lot of money. He can open a life research institute to specialize in the study of longevity. This is not just on paper. The therapeutic effects are real. If you just fool them, you won't be able to kill them.

Vito didn't say anything, but took out a pill in confusion, held it between his thumb and index finger and looked at it carefully.

Santino behind him couldn't hold back: "Is it really as powerful as you say?"

"It's only two months. It won't be long. We'll know by then." Wang Yan smiled and shook his head. When he came, he saw the contempt in this kid's eyes. On the one hand, he was from the east, and on the other hand, he was from the east. The forces are disdainful. After all, this kid is also a leader in the gangster world. It is normal to be proud, and it is even more normal to look down on him, a Chinese.

After a pause, he continued: "You don't need to worry that I will be harmful to Mr. Corleone, because we are friends, and there is no need to personally send some unnecessary poisons. In addition, with all due respect..."

Before they could react, Wang Yan waved his hand and slapped a Colt pistol on the table. Then he looked at the ugly people in front of him with a smile: "I wonder if it would be more straightforward now, so some concerns can be eliminated."

Santino gritted his teeth and twisted his body to draw the gun from his waist. "Santino!" Vito glanced at him and immediately silenced the latter, and then turned his head to look at Wang Yan beside him. : "I can understand what you mean, Wang, we are friends, of course I believe you. Put it away, I forgive your offense."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Corleone." Wang Yan smiled slightly, and in the eyes of everyone, he leaned slightly, turned the gun, shook his hand, and disappeared. Then he looked at Santino and raised his eyebrows: "How about my magic trick?"

After glancing at his biological father, Santino opened his mouth to curse silently and turned away from him.

Vito was dissatisfied with his son's performance, but he didn't discipline him because that was something he would do later. He also understood what Wang Yan meant by drawing a gun, just to show off his muscles. Putting the pills in his hand into the bottle, he said, "What do you want to do with this medicine?"

"You know, Mr. Corleone, once this effect is made public, it will be such a sensation. And the production of this medicine is not very easy, so you and your friends can buy it first. This is my care for my friends. .”

Of course Wang Yan knew what Vito meant, and he probably believed what he said and wanted to get involved. After all, there was no need to let go of such a profitable business. But that was really a daydream, nothing so good could happen. Legal, huge profits, consumables, even if you want to cooperate and find a protective umbrella, you shouldn't be a little gangster leader. Besides, he dared to take it out. Was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold it? Just kidding.

Of course Vito knew what was going on, but it was just a matter of opening his mouth, so there was nothing difficult about it. And now that Wang Yan and the others have just landed in the United States, their network resources are much poorer, so they still need him as a pimp to introduce clients. However, we still have to look at the outcome of the collision between the Correa family and the Strazzi family before discussing the specific situation. OK, of course he was farting. No, he really had to join Corleone, otherwise he would not be able to escape from the United States, and he would definitely die.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Vito raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

Wang Yan also drank the wine in his glass: "That's it, Mr. Corleone, thank you again for your help to us." After saying that, he hugged Vito who stood up, and then was sent out by Tom.

At the door, the younger brother who was driving was smoking and chatting with a few people not far away. When he saw his elder brother coming out, he quickly threw away the cigarette butts, started the car and drove over. Wang Yan turned around and patted Tom on the shoulder: "Goodbye, Tom."

Calling someone by name rather than by surname is a sign of intimacy everywhere. The reason why he called Vito 'Corleone' was out of respect for him as a 'Don'. In this family, when Vito was still alive, there was only one Corleone.

"Goodbye, King." Tom smiled friendly,

Nodding, Wang Yan got in the car, and his younger brother drove the car, gently lifted the clutch and slowly applied the gas, and slowly drove out of the Corleone family's castle. A group of people from the Corleone family were left to analyze him. Of course, before the analysis, Vito must have scolded his son Santino, and then Santino secretly gritted his teeth to teach the yellow-skinned monkey a lesson...

Those things have nothing to do with Wang Yan, but what should be said or not is that Santino died unjustly and could not control how he came out to fool around. Back in the villa, my father-in-law was busy with flowers and plants. When he saw his uncle getting out of the car, he snorted coldly and pretended not to see him. Of course he didn't care, instead he smiled and waved flirtatiously. The angry old man blew his beard and glared, then he laughed and walked into the house for fun.

In fact, the old man has adapted to it now. He is just a Latin teacher in Sicily, mainly for money, and he is unwilling to do it. In addition, I don’t have many relatives or friends. Although it is my hometown, there is no big meaning in staying here. On the contrary, after arriving in the United States, my life suddenly became much better. I had nothing to do but read books, take care of the flowers and plants, and drink some wine. It was quite good. As for his relationship with Marlena, she was his biological daughter after all. He couldn't always say anything, and the relationship was much better. He just couldn't stand Wang Yan. He always felt that Wang Yan was not a good thing.

Wang Yan didn't know this. Even if he knew it, he would definitely laugh it off. After all, he recognized it himself and wasn't afraid of others saying it. Maybe you will praise my father-in-law for his wisdom, because you can see his true colors...

Entering the villa, Marlena was making clothes there. When she saw him entering the house, she said happily: "My dear, you are back."

She is also a person who lets herself go. Compared to the repression of Syracuse, she likes to negotiate. Here, of course people would stop and watch her when she walked on the street, but no one would say anything in her ear. Of course there will be some bastards who tease her, but those are not important. What she likes is that kind of indescribable freedom.

However, Wang Yan felt that she might indeed be too idle, because although there was a tailor shop that was professional and his skills were far superior to hers, and he didn't have to worry about being exposed, she still started making clothes.

"I'm back." Wang Yan nodded, hugged her and said, "Marlena, it's not that you didn't do well, it's just that I have already ordered a lot of clothes in the store, and I don't want you to have to work hard anymore."

"But I'm a little bored at home. I can't stand reading and I don't like swimming. I don't know what to do."

Wang Yan said: "Then let's go shopping and eat some delicious food outside?"

Marlena shook her head: "If you don't go, you will be in trouble." In the few days when Wang Yan took her out, she felt how strong her man's heart was. It was true that there were surprises every day. It was much worse than what she was told in Syracuse, but her man always smiled, never argued or quarreled, and left quietly. Sometimes, she couldn't help but worry about the man opposite her, fearing that the next second her man would pull out a gun and be killed by someone else...

If a woman is considerate of herself, of course she cannot force it. He is not sick and likes to be pointed at and scolded. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about you make some children's clothes? I feel like our child is coming."

Marlena was stunned for a moment, and then she thought about her relatives who did not arrive on time, and couldn't help but widen her eyes: "Maybe it's really, I..." She couldn't help but share the date with Wang Yan, and then started to talk. : "Dear, do you want me to prepare girls' clothes or boys' clothes? Do you prefer boys or girls? Oh, forget it, I'd better prepare both. Anyway, we are going to have a lot of children..."

Marlena thought about it and ignored Wang Yan. She went directly upstairs to change her clothes, and then kissed Wang Yan: "My dear, I'm going to buy some fabrics. You can do your business."

"Let's go after lunch..." Wang Yan greeted, and Marlena just waved her hand and went out to greet the little brother guarding here to drive to buy things.

Shaking his head helplessly, Wang Yan simply made a bite of food, called on his father-in-law and his men to deal with it together, and then asked Leo, Max, Val and others to come over to discuss the destruction of Stella. Things about the Qi family...

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