A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 465 There is no name written on the money
"You hanged a Negro? I'm beginning to wonder if it was the right thing to leave this to you, Charlie."

Listening to Rothstein's tone on the receiver, Luciano said helplessly:
"Rothstein, I didn't do that, and this is Atlantic City. I need time..."

"Okay, let me see the results as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Rothstein walked out of the phone booth, turned and walked into a law firm, and went up to the office on the second floor.

"Mr. Summers, thank you for your willingness to take this case." Rothstein said as he sat down at his desk.

"Just call me Lenny, Mr. Rothstein." Lenny smiled and picked up the newspaper he had read a long time ago, and put it in front of Rothstein.

Back then, with Arthur's help, Lenny not only successfully graduated from college, but also entered law school and finally opened this law firm. Now that he is middle-aged, Lenny is not only a little fatter than he was back then, but he is also a bit fatter. The changes are actually not big.

"Whether Major League Baseball is fixing bets, look at this headline, Mr. Rothstein, if you haven't read this report yet, I suggest you take a look at it first."

In fact, Rothstein hadn't really read it yet. He picked up the newspaper and started reading.

"Professional baseball faces a crisis as allegations of rigging in last year's World Series point to a gambling ring led by a prominent New York gambler..."

"I think it's normal that you didn't notice this newspaper. After all, your name was not mentioned in it." Lenny said with a smile.

Rothstein put down the newspaper, frowned and said:

"It has everything written on it except my name."

"Speculation, sarcasm, Mr. Rothstein, if I remember the Latin I learned in law school, this story is a piece of shit."

"Is this a legal term?" Rothstein maintained his humor.

But Lenny is not as optimistic as he is.

"Based on the evidence, they were able to confirm that you met with the losing pitcher, and to make matters worse, Abe Te'o, a witness, said that you, Arnold Rothstein, bribed White Sox players, Rigged the World Series.”

"Lawyer Lenny, although I have not read this report, compared to the fact that I am about to be sued in Chicago, are these indifferent reports really what we are going to discuss now?" Rothstein said calmly. There was an unconcealable anxiety in his tone.

He, Arnold Rothstein, is indeed very famous, but most people don't like him. At the same time, he has no relationship that can speak on this matter. What do you mean, it's Rothstein? If you want to spend money to eliminate disasters, you can't find where the door to send money is.

"Mr. Rothstein, first of all, you have to understand that it is impossible for you to win a case like yours. Everyone in the judge and jury will read this newspaper just like you and me... "

"Then why did you still take my case?" Rothstein interrupted Lenny.

"Well, you are always so anxious. The superficial reason is of course for your lawyer's fees. After all, you have to pay for this thing whether you win or lose." Lenny said with a smile.

"What's the underlying reason?"

"The underlying reason is, of course, that a friend of mine wants to make a deal with you."

Lenny's words made Rothstein frown.

"What do you mean? Your friend?"

"Yes, he can solve your current trouble."

"What about the conditions?"

Although Rothstein didn't understand why the lawyer he was looking for would bring up a friend who could solve his troubles, the most important thing for him now was to solve the matter of being sued.

"The people you sent to Atlantic City to do things..."

Before Lenny could finish speaking, Rothstein suddenly stood up from his seat and stared at Lenny with a puzzled look on his face.In response, Lenny raised his hand in understanding, telling him to calm down, and said with a smile:

"Listen to me, this friend of mine doesn't want to see you do anything bad in Atlantic City, especially murder."

"It's Thompson..." As soon as Rothstein's guess came out, he was denied by himself. It couldn't be Thompson.

……

"Geraint Morgan."

"Charlie Luciano, I never thought you were not a follower."

Luciano and Geraint were sitting at the table outside the coffee. On the side, Jimmy greeted the little man who was following Luciano.

"Jimmy Darmody, who are you?"

"Meyer Lansky."

Geraint, on his side, picked up the espresso in front of him, frowned after taking a sip.

"No matter how many times I try, I can't get used to this thing."

"It's better not to beat around the bush, Mr. Morgan. I'm looking for you today because I want to discuss a business deal with you." Luciano said seriously.

"I am listening."

Geraint put down the coffee cup and motioned for Luciano to continue.

"I would like to negotiate a business deal with you and purchase a thousand boxes of spirits directly from you. This should be a big business that is mutually beneficial, right?"

"The kind that cuts out the middleman?" Geraint said with a smile.

Lansky on the side spoke at the right moment and said:
"Look, Mr. Morgan, you have your own products, and there is no need for a so-called middleman between us, right?"

"Hey? Does your mother know that you came here wearing your father's best clothes?" Jimmy is still more inclined to Thompson. It can be seen from these words that he does not want Geraint to be with this big and small ( height) two people doing business.

"Obviously, my mother didn't know, and of course, she didn't know I was carrying $50 in cash and a check worth $[-]."

Lansky's answer made Geraint look at him unexpectedly, but it was just this one look. Then he looked at Luciano and asked:

"Mr. Luciano, are you representing Mr. Rothstein, or are you just representing yourself?"

"Is there any difference here? Mr. Morgan, there is no one's name written on the money. Whether it's Rothstein or Thompson, their ten dollars and our ten dollars can buy a bottle of good wine."

I have to say that this Jewish guy named Lansky had no problem at all with what he said.

According to Arthur, he does not recommend that Geraint and Sean get involved in these things so deeply. If Arthur is allowed to do it, they will give wine to whoever gives the money, and everything else will be the same. in spite of.

However, Geraint is not Arthur after all.

"Let's assume for a moment, gentlemen, have you considered how you will transport your goods on Thompson's territory after I promised you?"

"Mr. Morgan, this is our own problem."

(End of this chapter)