Soviet Godfather

"Squeak!" An extended Lincoln car steadily parked at the door of an inconspicuous grilled rib restaurant, and Blake hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door for Yuri. 』⒉

"Boss, this is where the other party made an appointment!" Black said awkwardly towards Yuri, this place looks like a fly restaurant, it is not the place where people like Yuri should come. But Black still had to bring Yuri here, because the Irish bosses who secretly had trouble with the Taj Mahal Casino specified that they would meet Yuri here.

Yuri stretched out his hand to signal Blake not to care, and Yuri looked up at the sign on the door. The name of the visit is called Bunratty, and there is a line of small characters under the sign, serving a variety of Irish food. This reminded Yuri of the first meeting with Lomonosov in Tyumen. Yuri stood outside the door for a while, then opened the door and walked into this small restaurant.

The shop seemed to be empty at this time, but Yuri scanned it for a week and found three elderly people in one corner gathering together to play poker. Yuri waited at the door for a while, no one in the store came to greet him, he could only walk in the direction of these three people.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Yuri walked to the table and said aloud. But no one paid any attention to him. Those people were playing cards for themselves, as if Yuri didn't exist at all.

Yuri could only take out a stool and sit in the corner of the poker table. He looked at several people on the poker table. All three of them were obviously ageing, with thick beards on their lips and their hands. There are thick cigars on them, and the ice cubes in the whiskey in the glass are slowly melting.

"What do you want?" An old woman who seemed a little sturdy didn't know when she walked behind Yuri, asking with a little impatience in her tone.

"Steak, beer!" Yuri said casually.

The old woman said with her hands on hips and said in an unquestionable tone: "Since our store opened to the present, no customer has ever ordered steak. Our customers only order Irish stout grilled ribs and whiskey."

"Then dark beer grilled ribs and whiskey!" Although Yuri was not satisfied with the old woman's attitude, he was here to negotiate today and didn't want to get entangled in these matters.

"Do you want to play a game?" The three people at the poker table seemed to have just finished a game. The old man sitting right across from Yuri asked Yuri while shuffling the cards.

"Of course!" Yuri replied with a smile.

After the opponent shuffled the cards, they began to deal. Sure enough, Yuri was also counted in. While packing the poker in front of him, Yuri looked at the other three people at the card table.

"Are you Russian?" asked an old man sitting on Yuri's right hand through a smoke ring.

"Yes, I'm from Russia and I just took over the Taj Mahal casino. I'm glad to meet you!" Yuri tried his best to get closer to these Irish casino owners.

"That's a great casino! It's more luxurious than ours, but your manager told us that you seem to have a little trouble?" said another old man on Yuri's left.

"Yes, there seems to be a problem with our recruitment, and very few people come to apply for it!" Yuri replied somewhat humbly.

"So you want us to help you point out the problem?" the guy sitting across from Yuri asked.

"Yes, I just took over Taj Mahal. I have no experience yet. I need advice from a senior like you!" Yuri replied.

The three people at the poker table stared at Yuri for a long time, but they did not stop. When the cards were all dealt, the old man sitting opposite Yuri said, "Russian, I think you have a good attitude. I’m someone who can listen to the truth. I’ll take the time to say a few more words to you. My name is Clement. They are James and Edward. Apart from your Taj Mahal, there are the three largest in the city. The casino is ours. The three of us have been here since 1976 when the law here just approved the operation of the gaming industry. In fact, the business here is not easy to do, but we have managed to survive all these years. We made this place. Prosperous, but there are always people who want to ride a ride who want to come and try their luck. You are not the first, nor the last. But no matter who comes, he is not our opponent!" Clement After De said, he raised his glass and took a sip. He looked at James, raised the cigar in his hand and puffed it up.

"Taj Mahal's boss has changed a few times, I can't remember Edward!" James asked jokingly.

"Counting this newcomer, it should be four crops!" The old man named Edward laughed and raised his glass, and greeted Yuri slightly.

James continued: "Yes, it's only a few years! I still remember the first real estate agent from New York who came to build the Taj Mahal Casino Definitely want to get it!) I have to admit that the level of his building is really good. The casino is more beautiful than ours, but I can’t remember what his name is. By the way, I saw his name when I passed by your casino last time. It's still hanging on it!"

"Hahaha..." The three people at the gambling table laughed presumptuously.

"Who is behind? You can't remember when I'm old, Edward, do you remember?" James continued.

Edward said, "Behind? A few Texas upstarts came from behind. They made some money by relying on oil, but they couldn't do it for three months. It is said that the people at the bank finally auctioned everything there!"

"Ah~~Hahaha..."

"Little guy, I won’t say who the last boss was. It is said that they were selling drugs and they are still in jail! But I want to say little guy, you can really pick, I want to know you. Is the casino cursed by a witch?" James continued.

"Hahaha...hahaha..." There was another burst of laughter, and Yuri had clenched his fists in anger. He understood that these three old guys were here to humiliate him.

"Three bosses, you don't bother to worry about how I run a casino. I just want to ask, how can I recruit the employees who need it?" Yuri suppressed his anger and asked in a cold voice.

"Little guy, don't you understand why no one goes to work there? Taj Mahal Casino has changed four bosses in three years, and the employees in the casino have hardly worked for a full year. Do you still count on them? Then go to such a place to work?" Clement also replied coldly.

"Blake, tell the union's Mr. Tony for me, I will pay the workers one year's salary in advance!" Yuri stood up, kicked the chair, and left without looking back.