The Don of the Strachey family, whose name is Anthony Strachey, not only controls the gambling industry in New Jersey and the shipping industry in Manhattan, but the manpower and votes controlled by the industry also naturally connect him to politics. This is a development

It is the only way to go. Having money and influence without corresponding implementation means is completely stupid. Whether it is China or the West, development to a certain extent must involve politics, and it is impossible not to participate. Therefore, Straci

The family has been in business for many years and is very close to some people in the Donkey Party.

They are also very good at it. Shipping is bound to involve logistics and land transportation, so they have a large fleet of freight trucks. And the protective umbrella they have woven allows their trucks to be overloaded and run on the road without being inspected for overweight on the road.

If you stop a police officer, you will be fined a large amount of money.

The roads themselves are designed to withstand upper limits and have a longer lifespan. The roads they frequently travel on due to overloading will definitely be crushed. And they also have a road and bridge construction company that signed a contract with the state government to build the roads again and make money again.

Perfect closing, absolutely good business, making money while lying down, no risk, it is enviable.

However, their strength, apart from the many small gangs and hooligans who try to survive in the cracks, is the weakest among the big families. But Anthony doesn't think that anyway, everyone's gangster strength is basically on the same level.

The divisions are clear, and there is a slight overlap in business, but it is more cooperation. To say that the Corleone family is the strongest, it is only in political power. Of course, this is the key, and it is something they want but cannot get.

They have a lot of money, and even if they want to give flowers to others, they will not accept them. This is the ability of old Corleone. Only old Corleone can do it. He is convinced, but not afraid. This confidence comes from his cooperation with other companies.

, recognized the leadership status of the Corleone family, but they also formed an alliance of interests to prevent the Corleone family from doing whatever they wanted. In short, it was you who had me, and I had you, it was a mess.

Thinking of his gangster empire growing stronger and his wealth and status increasing day by day, Anthony sat on the luxurious sofa in his study in a suburban ranch and took a satisfied sip of Moxican tequila. He felt the tip of his tongue was slightly numb and his Adam's apple twitched as he swallowed.

The wine in his mouth felt good as it flowed down his throat, esophagus, and into his stomach. He lay comfortably on the sofa with his eyes closed, feeling the stamina of the wine.

At this moment, a gunshot sounded, breaking the tranquility of the night. Anthony opened his eyes instantly and looked at the wolves. He was thinking about what bad things he had done recently that got him into trouble, and who wanted to kill him.

As for safety, he was very confident. This was his base camp. Several large houses nearby were filled with his people and were guarded by more than a dozen gunmen. In his heart, he was even laughing at the gunman who came to kill him.

Stupid, you don't know to follow him when he is out, and wait until there are few people around before taking action.

Not long after, a young gunman from the escort ran in: "Godfather, it's time for us to leave."

"Leave?" Anthony glanced at his wife who was following behind in shock, and frowned at the men in front of him: "Why are you leaving? How many are there?"

The gunman shook his head: "I don't know."

Just in the time of these few words, the gunshots outside became intensive. If you listen carefully, there are also the sounds of many submachine guns. With safety first, Anthony grabbed his coat and held his hand.

The wife followed the gunman to the back door, trying to get into the car and escape.

At this moment, a bunch of bullets flashed into Anthony's chest. The gunman next to him was shot to death just as he was about to fight back. Looking at the frightened old woman who was screaming repeatedly,

McCas glanced at her and waved his hand to the men around him to follow him and kill others.

The gunfire rang out for a while, and a group of more than ten people got into several cars and drove away. What was left were only corpses, blood, burning houses, and a woman standing outside looking at the raging fire and crying helplessly...

At the same time, Anthony's eldest son who was in the casino was shot on his way home, and his second son who was sleeping in his mistress's house was strangled to death. Near the West Side pier in Manhattan, the Straci family controlled dozens of younger brothers.

The leader of the family died in the sea. More than a dozen other senior members of the Straci family, including family strategists, all died.

The next day, Leo Correa invited the remaining top men, or those who had been more popular recently, to hold a party at a farm in the suburbs. Among the delicious, dazzling food, and various spirits

, and Leo Correa's passionate speech, with the help of Max, Val and other friends, and under the intimidation of three people who fell to the ground during the party, Leo Correa was beaten by the attendees.

They jointly admit that they are willing to join the Correa family and create glory together.

That night, through Leo's phone calls, he successfully restored contact and established friendship with some members of the Donkey Party who had previously been friends with the Strazzi family. Of course, all of this is inseparable from Vito Corleone.

generous help.

It’s still the Corleone family’s fortress, it’s still the same study, except for the extra Leo at the back, it’s still the same people and the same seats. This is the second day after Leo took over, and it’s been a month since we last met.

, this time Wang Yan gained real respect. Even the irritable and irritable Santino looked less unruly than last time.

Wang Yan raised his glass with a smile and touched it with Vito. At the same time, he signaled to others: "Thank you again to the Corleone family for their help."

Vito, who looked obviously better, took a big sip of wine. After calming down, he waved his hand and said: "No need to say more, we are friends, aren't we, Wang."

"Of course." Wang Yan nodded in affirmation, and then said: "We are newcomers, and we are not very clear about some rules and so on. Now we are only preliminary grasping the inheritance of the Straci family, and we are far from forming a combat effectiveness. So in a few days

We need Mr. Corleone to pay more attention to the family meeting."

"Don't worry, Leo will be respected. You wiped out the Straci family overnight. No one dares to underestimate your strength."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Corleone." Wang Yan had another drink with Vito and said with a smile: "I see that your physical and mental state are much better than when we met a month ago.

Did you take the medicine I sent?"

Vito nodded: "Of course, Wang. I listened to you and took a pill every morning, then jogged in the yard for a while. After lunch, I usually took a nap for a while. That's all.

After a month, I feel that my body is almost the same as when I was forty years old."

"Although I really want to say that you have been forty years old, I have to tell you, Mr. Corleone, that is an illusion. It is a false feeling brought about by physical growth. You must not take it seriously." Wang Yan spoke like a joke.

It's just a side effect that is too powerful. There is no limit. Even if Vito has always been cautious and restrained, it is useless. No one can resist the huge temptation of improving health and extending life in disguise.

As for what Vito said about taking it for a month, Wang Yan didn't believe it. Not to mention that he was a master of traditional Chinese medicine, but the look of the military counselor Zhanke sitting next to Vito should have known that he had also taken medicine.

Vito's complexion improved a lot, but he definitely didn't take it for a month, that is, about half a month.

Of course, Wang Yan doesn't care, as long as Vito eats it. After feeling the changes in his body, he will definitely promote it to his politician friends, or win over new friends. All rich people will want to be healthier

, live longer, otherwise the wealth they have is of no use. "When people die, the money is not spent." This is the greatest tragedy in life that indeed happens to them.

Although it is impossible to spend such a huge amount of wealth if you live longer, you can enjoy as much as you can, and don't care about the money spent on medicine. Although fifty thousand US dollars is the wealth of the average American worker in the past fifty years...

…

Vito laughed, accepted the unfunny joke, and asked the key: "Wang, what is the production volume of that medicine?"

"Now we can only produce thirty bottles a month."

"So few?" Vito frowned: "Can't we increase production? If you don't have enough money, I can help you."

"This can only be done in the short term. You have to know that the medicines we use are transported from distant China, and many of them are rare and precious medicinal materials. These medicinal materials absorb the essence of heaven and earth and grow into usable

It may take years or even decades or even hundreds of years to reach the point where many medicinal materials grow in hidden places, such as cliffs and poisonous jungles. On the one hand, it is difficult to find them, and on the other hand, the work of collecting herbs is also difficult.

It is very dangerous and requires human life to pick it. Now that China is at war, it is even more difficult to harvest medicinal materials. Therefore, it is good to have so many."

Wang Yan did not lie. He actually sent people to get those expensive medicinal materials, and they are all verifiable. As for whether these rare medicinal materials will no longer be available or the output will be scarce, it does not matter. He is collecting the medicinal materials now.

He already has a plan for the next step, which is to go back to China in person, find an organization, and set up a joint company. Then he will take these goods back and forth on the sea and fool around...

This must be done with the organization, because in the future, when peace comes, various port inspections will be carried out, and if he does not settle it, it will easily be exposed. Of course, he is also willing to give away beautiful swords. Although this is not the real world, it is still the same.

Besides, money is just a number to him. As long as it develops beyond the same period in real history, he will be happy.

And in the future, he also wants to fool those rich people into setting up longevity laboratories, and occasionally produce some results. It is also possible to simplify the configuration and improve the efficiency. It is very safe.

After a long silence, Vito slowly spoke in a hoarse voice: "I want all the goods, just as you said, $50,000 a bottle."

"Impossible, Mr. Corleone." Wang Yan shook his head repeatedly: "I know you have many friends, but we also need to make new friends, and there is nothing better than using this medicine to make friends. It has no registration information and is not in the product catalog.

It is absolutely safe; its production is rare and its effect is obvious. It may even be doubled if it is sold to people in need. I really can't think of anything better than this medicine. It is destined to

It will only be spread among the nobles and gentlemen of the world."

It's okay if he doesn't say it, but if he says it, Vito wants to win it even more.

Vito stared into Wang Yan's eyes and said seriously: "Wang, of course it is very important for you to make new friends. I can't ruin your plan. But Wang, believe me, my friends are far more important than your friends. Just like Si

The few people the Traci family knows are not worthy of this medicine because of their status. I think you should understand that giving it away rashly will only lower the status of this medicine and make it easier for those greedy little characters.

We are friends and we do not have any conflicts of interest. Now and in the future, we are five close partners of the united front. If you have difficulties, my friends will also help you."

Wang Yan looked embarrassed, drinking and meditating there. Vito's meaning was very clear. As long as you give him those medicines, we will become brothers. Your business is my business. If you have anything to say, that's it.

The others didn't say anything. They held their breath and drank silently, waiting for Wang Yan's decision. Everyone present, even the most irritable Santino, and even the lowest-ranking puppet Leo sitting behind Wang Yan, were not fools. They all knew that

If Wang Yan agrees and agrees on a date when the Corleone family will monopolize all the production of the drug, how much help will it bring to the Corleone family.

After a long time, Wang Yan seemed to have made a lot of determination and drank all the wine in the glass: "Mr. Corleone, I have to admit that you are right. The cost of my time in making friends is very high. So I decided to

In the next year, I will give you thirty bottles every month. If you are lucky and produce more, then I will use more to make friends. However, I have a request, I hope you can agree.

"

Vito nodded with satisfaction: "Just say it, Wang, we are friends."

"I want to open a casino in Las Vegas and I need a gambling license."

"No problem, Wang, I will solve this problem for you next month." Vito agreed without thinking: "Then when can the medicine be given to me?"

"Just send someone to follow us back to get it later. These medicines were just made yesterday and are at my house."

"Very good." Vito turned to signal the military advisor Zhanke.

The old man who had been working with him for half his life naturally understood what Vito meant. He immediately took out the checkbook from the briefcase at his feet, bent over the coffee table, filled in the numbers, and presented it to Vito.

After taking the check, Vito looked at the number and gently placed it in front of Wang Yan: "Wang, this is 1.5 million, happy cooperation."

"It's refreshing." Wang Yan handed it to Leo behind him without looking at it, then raised his glass and touched it with Vito: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."

He didn't wonder why Zhanko could write a check for 1.5 million. After all, Vito Corleone had been careful all his life. Apart from the many insignificant details that Fopola had mastered, his information was nothing else.

Most of the company, phone address, residence, all money, etc. do not appear in his name.

Of course, it is precisely because of this that those politicians will accept his kindness and establish friendship with him. But other families can't spend money even if they want to, so they are 'not secret'.

After finishing the glass of wine, Wang Yan stood up and shook hands with Vito: "The matter has been settled, so we won't disturb you. Who will go back with me to get the medicine?"

Vito, who also stood up, looked back at Santino and Tom and said, "Let the two of them go there with you."
To be continued...