America's Road to Wealth

Chapter 379 From the Cold Underground in New York

manhattan,
Chelsea District.

As soon as Li Xuxian and Li Xinyu got into the carriage, they saw Abel picking up his cell phone and making a call.

"Alan, I remember the Hud Bay side. The Newhouse family, there are some plots, right?"

"Understood. What's your suggestion?"

"Okay. I see what you mean. I'll think about it..."

Ten minutes later, the two Li family sisters watched the man on the co-pilot hang up the phone.

He looked at the traffic outside the car window with deep eyes, with a pensive look.

They didn't dare to disturb him, they just sat quietly behind and didn't speak.

Wait for the convoy to return to 65 East 138th Street on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Li Xinyu and the others got out of the car at the gate of the townhouse.

Abel embraced Li Xinyu and kissed her, and put the hair that fell from her ear back into its original place.

"I'm going to do something. I won't go in first."

Li Xinyu nodded obediently.Watching her best friend's fiancé, her own boyfriend, get into the car, and the motorcade leaves.

She and her sister returned to 65 East 138th Street.

After entering the villa, Li Xinyu chatted with her sister.

"Second sister. I think you seem to like that Ms. Anna Wintour just now."

Li Xuxian admitted generously:
"Yes. Which fashion design student doesn't admire this one? She has grown from a small tailor to today's big devil in the fashion industry step by step."

Li Xinyu has no need for fashion or anything.

Although she is emotional, her emotional direction is not in fashion and design.

This made Li Xinyu somewhat disapproving and said:
"What fashion devil... I think she looks the same in front of Abel, as the founders of those small companies in Han Country, in front of our father and brother."

Li Xuxian was startled, and deliberately refuted her sister's words. She didn't like her idol being belittled by her sister like this.

But Li Xuxian thought about it carefully. When Anna Wintour faced Abel just now, it could be said that it was really what Li Xinyu said.

When facing Abel, the so-called fashion devil is really no different from ordinary people.

Li Xuxian sighed, "Don't talk about that. Xinyu, I'll go back tomorrow. Are you really not going back? What about the Chinese New Year this year? You didn't go back last year for the Chinese New Year. You spent the Chinese New Year with your eldest sister in California last year, right?"

Han country also uses the lunar calendar, and it is the Chinese lunar calendar.

Before 1999, Han people used the lunar calendar, but at the government level, the Chinese New Year that Han people celebrated was abolished, which was the same as the Lunar New Year in China.

After 1999, Han Guo resumed the Lunar New Year again, and the time was exactly the same as that in Huaxia.

"It depends." Li Xinyu replied ambiguously.

Li Xuxian sighed inwardly, and stopped asking.

Abel's side, about half an hour later.

His convoy came to the wasteland near Hudson Bay.

It is the wasteland and open space where he, Bloomberg, and the previous mayor and speaker of New York City came to visit.

Around a large wasteland, there are many older and dilapidated Manhattan buildings.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there are a lot of vehicles in his convoy this time.

It was more than double the amount when he was in Chelsea.

In fact almost the entire Rock Security, active force in Manhattan, has come here.

To ensure the safety of their boss.

In the wasteland, you can see rows of high-rise buildings in Manhattan in the distance.

Behind is the Hudson Bay, where countless oil tankers, cargo ships, and cruise ships with lights are swimming in the bay near the harbor, transporting all kinds of nutrients or tourists it needs for this huge city.

Overhead is a dark sky, neither the stars nor the moon, just darkness.

Occasionally, there will be some aircraft lights, piercing the night sky.

Surrounded by the convoy, Abel opened the car window, and outside were the Four King Kong, David and Allen.

David came over and said softly to his boss, "They're here."

"Let them come here." Abel said directly without getting out of the car.

David nodded and turned to look at Edward.

Edward nodded slightly towards him, leaving Johnson and Lin behind, and leading Lincoln out in person.

After a while, Edward and Lincoln led a group of rock security staff.

A few other people, who were not rock security at first glance, were sent in.

Watching those people approaching, Abel raised the car window directly.

Looking from the outside at this time, the perfect bulletproof, bombproof, anti-biochemical and anti-biochemical privacy windows of the Cadillac monster in the dark blocked all sight and sound from the outside.

David Jones, Allen and others also avoided in a timely manner.

David also got into the Cadillac monster and sat in the passenger seat.

Five outsiders, under the watchful eyes of the rock security staff, came to Abel's closed car window.

Stand in front of the window of the Cadillac monster, about two meters away.

The five looked at each other, at each other, and from time to time at the elite rock security staff around them, but they didn't know what they were thinking.

At this time, Lincoln who looked a bit like O'Neill and had a body like O'Neill.

This big black man, standing in front of five people, stood in front of the car window of the Cadillac monster.

The black bodyguard changed his giggling in front of his compatriots.

His face was serious, and even the accent of his English had changed to resemble that of an Italian.

That is, the tremolo R sound that needs to use the tongue sound will be pronounced as the Italian trembling sound instead of the retroflex sound.

If it weren't for his appearance, he was a pure black man who couldn't be more pure.

From the sound alone, I thought it was an Italian immigrant who just came from Sicily.

"Gentlemen, although I know your identity. You also know my identity...but my boss doesn't know this."

"Now, please introduce yourselves."

In the cold wind, in front of the badlands of Hudson Bay.

Five guys in overcoats with serious faces looked at each other again after hearing Lincoln's words.

Finally, one of the younger middle-aged white men said softly:

"Sir, I'm Frank Carley. It's an honor to stand here and talk to you."

After this guy introduced himself.

The sound insulation is perfect, and only through the wireless intercom that Lincoln wears, he can hear Abel introducing himself in the car, and at the same time hear David Jones' soft introduction:

"Frank Cali Gambino. This family has amassed a lot of wealth through illegal activities such as opening D-rooms, kidnapping, and selling washing powder."

"Plus they also control terminal shipping operations in New York City and New Jersey. They actually control the International Seamen's Union, which represents 6.5 seafarers."

"That's why they've survived until now."

Abel nodded, he had some impression of this surname.

At its peak, "Gambino" was as well known in the United States as "Ford" and "IBM".

"next."

Abel looked at the leaders of the five major underground gangs in New York outside like a monkey watching a horse.

Lincoln, who was carrying a walkie-talkie, heard the boss's words.

The big black man had no expression on his face, and looked at the other person on the left side of Frank Carley.

The man knew that this was Lincoln's intention to introduce himself.

"Joey Massino Bonanno, sir, that's my name."

Similarly, David's soft voice sounded in the carriage——

"The Bonanno family's infighting is cruel. It used to be the most influential underground in New York, but after the infighting, it is not as good as before."

"This Joey Masino is said to be very powerful. He was the one who ended the infighting of this gang a few years ago."

"Bonanno controls New York City and next door New Jersey, many cheese, clothing, and funeral industries. The guilds of these industries also have tens of thousands of members. Like Gambino, they all rely on this trick to maintain New York The presence."

Abel nodded slightly again, and said blankly, "Next."

Lincoln did the same, and the remaining three influential figures in the New York underground also had to introduce themselves softly.

"Amuso Lucchese, sir, it is a great honor to be here."

——"The Lucchese family has extended its tentacles to New York's construction industry and waste disposal industry. It is very powerful. There are about 1000 official members and more than 1 peripheral personnel with interests."

"I am Charles V Luciano Genovese, sir."

——"The Genovese family controls the absolute control of the largest fish wholesale market in the United States. They are the guides and responsible for many of the Fisheries Associations in New York."

"It is a pleasure to stand here. Sir, I am Sidro Colombo."

- "The Colombo family, the youngest, started out selling olive oil. Now they control the largest cement and concrete workers and unions in New York."

The five outsiders have introduced themselves.

David Jones also explained the information he did not know where it came from, possibly from the Smith Intelligence Group, or simply from Lincoln.

After listening to these introductions, Abel didn't speak.

Through the one-way privacy glass, he looked out the window at the five outsiders who were exhaling in the cold wind under the light of the car.

It is these five guys who control almost the entire New York, close to more than 70% of the underground forces.

And Abel came to see them today, mostly because of his curiosity.

As a person who was born on the light and on the table, he is also a reborn person.

He is more or less curious about the dark mouse in the legend.

It can ensure safety and watch them like a mouse.

Whenever he had a chance, he would come to get a closer look at these mice.

Of course, he wasn't really that boring.

Bored enough to use his influence to call these mice over for him to watch.

The reason why these people come here is also because of "the savior of Manhattan" - after 911/[-], many American newspapers reported Abel Smith in this way, because he has always supported Manhattan and is a tycoon who "leads by example" and sticks to Manhattan.

He is the bright "savior of Manhattan".

These rats in the shadows are needed.

Make him some bright savior, something unsuitable for a shot.

such as……

In certain Hudson Bay parcels, it's time for renovations.

Encountered some unreasonable, unreasonable.

When you only know the villain with fists and guns.

Then the rats can come out and talk to them about the "reason".

That's what these people do.

That's why Abel needed them.

As for calling them over, blowing the cold wind by the sea in this wasteland.

That's really Abel's bad taste.

It was he who wanted to see what the legendary New York underground gangster looked like.

Now he has seen it.

I just feel that the image of these people is still in line with the appearance in some Hollywood movies.

Have you seen The Godfather?

The appearance of Marlon Brando in the movie basically refers to the appearance of these people.

Even the movie The Godfather.

Many of the stories it tells are adapted from Sidro Colombo's predecessors.

Let's put it this way, Francis Ford Coppola, a great Hollywood director, dared to make this movie.

The reason is that this family itself is one of the investors in this movie.

Even Francis Ford Coppola himself was actually a peripheral member of the gang.

After the big director made this movie very successful and popular, and made the family famous.

The great director and his family have also become peripheral personnel of the honor level from the peripheral personnel.

relatively high status.

So now, why can the "Coppola Gang" in Hollywood be so rampant?

It is because they are really a "gang", honorary peripheral members of the Colombo family.

Throughout the history of Hollywood.

It was not until the middle and late 20th century, with the entry of big capital, that the situation in Hollywood improved a lot.

Before that, for a long period of time in Hollywood, it was actually similar to the Hong Kong Island film circle in the late 80s and early 90s.

After reading it fresh and satisfying my curiosity.

Abel finally said, "Let's go. I'll leave the rest to you, Lincoln."

Commands are transmitted by radio.

With his order, two-thirds of the fleet of more than 30 Cadillacs of various models ignited at once.

Under the suspicious eyes of the leaders of the five underground rats, these cars left one after another.

There were only 5 of them left at the scene, and more than ten rock security work vehicles headed by Lincoln.

"Don't be nervous."

Looking at the five people whose eyes were shaking, Lincoln smiled and said:

"My boss has already met you. I will talk to you about the rest."

Looking at the convoy going away, the five kings of the New York underground all turned their eyes back to the big black man.

"Didn't you agree earlier? Just do as you said earlier. Shi Mi..."

Sidro Colombo stopped short of his sentence.

Because Lincoln had already pulled out a heavy Mark XIX and pointed it at him.

This made the five people stir up at once, without waiting for any actions or words from them.

I heard Lincoln say: "Forget everything about that gentleman. Otherwise you will regret it very much, and the price is beyond your reach."

Sidero Colombo felt nothing but humiliation in his heart, but his reason told him that this little shame was nothing.

Like this nigga said.

The price is absolutely unbearable by itself, and neither can the Colombo family.

If the other party is determined, the five people present and the family behind everyone may not be able to bear it.

Sidro Colombo raised his hands and immediately apologized: "I'm very sorry...I understand, and I will never do it again!"

"Ha..." Lincoln put away his Mark XIX, the legendary Magnum Eagle pistol.

In China, Chinese people prefer to call it the Desert Eagle.

"All related matters in the future. You can just contact me. Understand? Everything is your own actions and has nothing to do with others."

Lincoln smiled and said, "As long as everyone can do it, nothing else will be a problem."

Without waiting for the five people to speak, Lincoln said to another rock security staff next to him:
"Give a few gentlemen a welcome gift. Then we'll go. Then it's their work."

The staff member nodded, walked over and took out an envelope.

He took out a few sheets of paper from the envelope and handed them to the five underground giants in New York.

One per person.

After taking it, Lincoln smiled again: "That's it. Goodbye, everyone."

Soon, the last 10 or so working vehicles of Rock Security also left in the dark.

It was almost as if their vehicle had just started and left.

There were hundreds of people either driving or running over directly.

These people surrounded the five giants and instantly divided into five queues, which can be said to be quite distinct.

"It's all right. Be quiet, be quiet."

Sidro Colombo spoke to his men at once.

The other 4 people also ordered the same to their people.

The five giants of the New York underground gathered together, each holding a piece of paper in their hands.

"1000 million dollars... Tsk tsk tsk, it really deserves to be him. This shot is too generous."

Charles V Luciano said, shaking the paper in his hand.

It wasn't paper at all, but an bearer Wells Fargo check.

The invoicing party is the New York Heritage Cultural Preservation Association.

If you trace it, you can trace this check, which was issued by John Ganney, the president of the New York Heritage Cultural Preservation Association.

As for why Mr. Chairman wrote this check, it is to protect the cultural relics of New York!
The papers in the hands of the other 4 people are also checks.

The amount is also 1000 million U.S. dollars, but the bank and issuer are different.

But they are all bearer, as long as you hold it, you can go to the bank to withdraw the money, or a special check deposited in your own account.

"It's so professional." Joey Masino complained, "It feels more professional than us."

"After all, there is money." Frank Carley said, "Exchange all his money into cash, then pile us all together, and you can directly smash us to death."

"So... what will everyone do?" Sidro Colombo looked at everyone.

"What else can be done."

Charles V Luciano Genovese, pocketed the check directly, and said:
"Last year was a cold winter, but this year is a warm winter. This made the flow of the Atlantic Ocean a bit chaotic, which seriously affected the output of our fishing grounds this year. Members of the New York Fisheries Association, this year's income is not very good. We need to earn Some extra money."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands to several people, "Goodbye, everyone. My workers are going to make money."

The figure of Charles V Luciano Genovese, and those who followed him, quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The others didn't stop talking, because there was no need to exchange pleasantries.

Normally, everyone is a competitor.

After one left first, the other four immediately followed suit.

Only a messy wasteland was left that was crushed by many humans and vehicles.

On the night of December 2001, 12, around 18:11 pm.

It was snowing lightly in Manhattan, and the light snowflakes fell on a small wasteland in front of Hudson Bay.

Little snowflakes bring the cold.

I don't know how many poor bugs there are in the wasteland, and they can't even survive this warm winter.

Before the arrival of the spring of the following year, die in the cold.

(End of this chapter)