I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 119

Falcone estate.

Halle was also watching TV with the old godfather.

After listening to the results of the press conference, the old godfather left the sofa and stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the light rain outside the window, falling into a long silence.

"What is Maroni doing?" He still spoke softly, but with heavy fatigue.

Harry didn't realize it for a while, but Lisa was smart enough to go outside and whisper something to the black suit.

Well, Lisa is a soft and quiet blonde Italian girl who looks 24 and five years old, has a sweet appearance, a soft temperament, and a classical and simple beauty.

Not a classical lady, but a peasant woman with a classical temperament.

Very pure, very innocent, very hardworking, very able to endure hardships.

She's old Cammy's new girlfriend.

At least Harry thought so.

The old godfather likes to raise chickens, and often walks to the old street to find new breeds of chickens.

Passing by the park a few days ago, the first time I saw Lisa humming under the steps of the fountain, I was completely attracted.

The next day, Lisa was hired back to be his personal nanny.

Lisa also lived up to her trust and served the old godfather very well.

It's not about sex, but about daily life, eating and dressing, which is the biggest weakness of old men who can't get hard.

Even Halle loves her canapés.

Not long after, the man in the suit walked up behind the old godfather and whispered, "Your Excellency, Maroni is celebrating wildly."

"Well, he has reason to celebrate, he won this game." These words were addressed to Harry.

Lisa was very well behaved, and whenever business was discussed, she withdrew from the conversation in the most unobtrusive manner.

If it was before coming to the Falcone Manor, Harry would have felt that in this round, the two would at least have an equal share.

Now she understood that the old godfather had indeed lost.

Of course, Falcone is not a white man, but his current industry is gradually being formalized and legalized.

To put it bluntly, now that he has money, the old godfather wants to wash it off and go ashore.

According to the tacit understanding between him and Maroni, the normal business belongs to the godfather, and even the high-profit business like Du Ping belongs to Maroni.

Undoubtedly, the development of Arkham was a legitimate business, and theoretically it was Falcone's food, but Maroni managed to cross the border and took half of it.

"Harry, do you know why I lost?" the old godfather asked.

Harry's eyes flashed, and he said slowly, "Because they don't want you to win."

The old godfather smiled, "Why don't you want me to win?"

"Because you've crossed the line too." Harry said in a deep voice.

"Tell me." The old godfather smiled slightly.

"A charcoal-roasted whole lamb, the ribs are the best, the thigh meat is the second, and the lamb back is the third.

Boss, your way is right, from a wild dog who can only find bones in the garbage dump, grow step by step from dog to servant, from servant to entering the house and sitting on the dining table
You have been growing up, and you have always had a long-term view. Whatever meat you eat in your mouth, your eyes are always fixed on the fatter piece of meat.

Now, you are tired of the back of lamb and want to try the leg of lamb, but the problem is that both the leg of lamb and the ribs of lamb have owners.

More importantly, people who eat lamb shank and lamb ribs are hereditary and have an independent small circle. "

The old godfather's eyes were dim, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Harry sighed: "BOSS, you have climbed to the pinnacle of power outside the circle, and you can't go up."

"Harry, you're so smart. It took me decades of thinking to understand this truth. You've only been with me for a mere month, and you can see it so clearly, what a formidable young man!" The old godfather smiled wryly.

"No, it's not that you couldn't figure it out before, but that you didn't want to understand it, and you were unwilling." Harry said quietly.

"Compared to the childishness when you first came to the manor, you seem to be a different person now, or a pair of piercing eyes to see things." The old man smiled again.

"Boss taught them well." Harry said sincerely.

The old man waved his hand, "I have not only taught you, there are many people who are smarter than you, but they are not as thorough as you."

During dinner, the old man took a 92-year-old Tuscan red wine from the wine cellar, blushed after drinking it, and began to tell Harry the story of Gotham's past.

"Do you know, long before I became the emperor of Gotham, someone told me—Kam, if you were my son, you would be the real emperor of Gotham, but unfortunately you are not, in the future you It will have a bright future, but you will eventually encounter that cut that you will never be able to climb."

"Hehehe, half a century ago, he predicted what would happen to me today." He laughed with drunken eyes.

"Who said that?" Harry asked curiously.

"Thomas Wayne! It's not the father of your rumored boyfriend, but the head of the previous generation of Wayne.

Back then, he was the King of Gotham.

Alas, the previous Thomas could only be considered a family dog, not even a guard dog. "

"Does that Thomas eat black and white?" Harry asked with interest.

The old godfather counted on his fingers: "Gotham Heibang is his little finger, the city police station is his ring finger, the prosecutor's office is his middle finger, and the state legislature is his index finger.

The Wayne Group, which controls Gotham's economic lifeline, is his thumb.

In addition to these five fingers, he also holds two sharp weapons, the Anglican (church) and the cat—"

A taboo name appeared in his mind, the old man sobered up for a while, paused, and said, "Just imagine, who can stand up to such a big palm that lifts the sky?"

Regarding the unfinished words, Harry pretended not to know, and then said with emotion: "You really cover the sky with one hand!"

"Yes!" sighed the old godfather, "it's a pity his son Patrick is a badass silver stick."

"Silver stick." Harry had a strange expression.

"Strange? I think Bruce Wayne will probably be a playboy in the future."

The old godfather gave her a meaningful glance, and continued: "Patrick has a fancy for a girl in my neighborhood, a pure Italian girl.

He ordered me to send her to his bed just like his father casually drove the black gang to do things.

You know I don't touch drugs, but do you know why?
It's not some kind of mental cleanliness.

I am an Italian immigrant, and my neighbors are all from Italy, and my partners are almost all children of the neighbors.

I can't say to their moms - hey, I ruined your sons for money.

So, you see, I, do bad things, but never do bad things that hurt my neighbors.

I want to reject Master Wayne, but I know how powerful his father is.

It rained heavily that night, and I stood outside the gate of Wayne Manor, waiting for Emperor Thomas to be summoned.

It wasn't until the next afternoon that he walked up to me slowly with a cigar in his mouth.

I stated my predicament to him and offered to pay the price.

He said that he asked someone to inquire about my story last night, and his son was also taken to the hospital by his belt.Then, he said the previous paragraph. "

"He's right, I've only dabbled in real estate in the last few years, and Arkham is the last virgin land in Gotham.

I thought it would be a good start and then I would buy a bank and then buy a stake in a TV station or a newspaper?
Perhaps, I should try to become the major shareholder of Wayne Group?hehe."

The old man had a sneer on his face, "Gotham was like this when we were born.

Every building and every street is imprinted with an ancient surname, representing an ancient family.

They are the founders of Gotham, and their descendants are born princes.

When you complain about injustice, he will say confidently—you have only worked hard for decades, and my ancestors started.
But the problem is, your ancestors had a lot of opportunities to rise, what about now?

Even the door to advancement has been closed, and they still ridiculed that my ancestors are not as hardworking as your ancestors.

There is a way to compare your ancestors with me!
Falk, if I go back to the time of their ancestors, I promise, I can make them lick my shoes."

After the Arkham incident, the old godfather became mentally lazy, and his eyes were not as sharp as before.

He seems to have lost his will to fight.

But Harry didn't look down on him either.

An old guy who is almost 80 years old, he can't shout "Don't bully the young and poor, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi".

In June, when Harley's two-month internship expired, the old godfather held a family meeting.

Counting Harley and the old godfather himself, there are only 24 people.

Only half of them are bigwigs in Gotham City or nearby, and the other half are from major cities in the United States.

For example, Chicago, Los Angeles, Central City, San Francisco, Las Vegas, etc.

"The Russian is dead, and I plan to let Harley take over his territory. Does anyone have any objections?" In the conference room, the old godfather said straight to the point.

Except for Harley and Sister Yu who dyed their hair, the other bosses are very traditional, well-groomed, kind-looking, with suits and ties or vests and shirts.

Much like a large corporation holding a shareholder meeting.

During a period of silence, the middle-aged Jimmy, who was secretly selected by the old Italians as the prince, spoke first: "Everyone watches TV and newspapers, and we have no doubts about the witch Harley's fighting ability and scheming methods.

She has been in the manor for two months, so she must be familiar with our business, but her qualifications"

"The so-called seniority is nothing more than contribution to the family, right?" Harry's eyes were burning, and his attitude was proactive.

Jimmy glanced at her in surprise, nodded and said, "It's not wrong to say that."

Harry said with great emotion: "I have a box of video tapes, how important they are, you should understand from my current free life.

Now, I dedicate it all to the Falcone family. "

"Wow!" The complexions of the big bosses changed, and they either made eye contact with each other, or talked in low voices, and the venue became noisy.

The old godfather, however, had a constipated expression of having eaten a fly, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

Videotapes are handed over to the family, not books in the library, everyone can read them, and everyone can use them casually.

Instead, they are all handed over to the old godfather for his private safekeeping, and the godfather decides whether to use them or not in the event of an event that affects the family's major interests.

In fact, the old godfather has kept a room full of video tapes, all of which are used by Gotham politicians and GCPD. For the Falcone family, they are enough.

Halle's video tape is more like a beautiful burden.

This time there was no objection.

Even without the videotape, Halle would have passed the test.

After all, she got the ruby ​​ring two months ago.

If there is a big boss who really objects, he would have contacted the old godfather long ago.

Moreover, Nikola is an outsider who was incorporated, and his site was originally of the worst quality.

In this way, Harley officially became Gotham's second female boss and the youngest boss.

"Boss, I'm not very interested in Nikola's original warehousing, usury, underground spinach and other industries. Can we carry out industrial optimization and asset restructuring within the family?" Halle asked before the old godfather announced the end of the meeting.

"You want to exchange territory with someone in the family?" The old godfather frowned.

Harry nodded.

"No problem in theory. I'll go to the chicken coop to have a look. You can chat freely. Just tell me the result at the dinner party."

(End of this chapter)