Chapter 300: Gone

Wang Yan had, of course, heard of the name Corleone family. After all, in reality, there was the "Bible for Men," and the movie was also a classic in film history, which he had seen. It was just that it had been too long, and he had forgotten most of it.

Wang Yan tried his best to recall the plot related to The Godfather, but unfortunately, it had been too long, and he had recorded many messy things in his brain, so even with higher mental capacity, he still couldn't find much in his memory. However, it wasn't that he had no impression at all; he at least remembered that the start time of The Godfather was after the end of the war, and the end time of World War II was September 2, 1945, so it was about that time.

Of course, he just thought about it when he had nothing to do; it had nothing to do with the Corleone family. After all, it was just business. They were the leaders of the American Mafia, knew many congressmen, governors, mayors, and police officers, could mobilize thousands of combatants to the streets, controlled many unions, and monopolized the olive oil marketing channels in the United States. Their gambling, finance, real estate, construction, and other industries were all involved. They were truly capable of reaching the heavens and were black-and-white.

And their Correa family was just a group of country bumpkins in Sicily who had just made a name for themselves. Their greatest achievement was killing the Tang of Messina. Although the Tang of Messina also had power, it was still far from being comparable to the Corleone family. Their Correa family was just the younger brother of the younger brother and couldn't enter the eyes of the Corleone family.

So Wang Yan didn't feel offended; it was just business. And unless they killed all the upper-level people of the Corleone family, they were simply no match for the Corleone family. But killing the Corleone family, the casualties didn't matter; it was just killing a few foreign subordinates. But spending so much effort to destroy the Corleone family wouldn't bring them any benefits; it would just be making wedding clothes for others. No matter what business it was, they still couldn't intervene, and they could only get some scraps. If things went wrong, others would attack them in groups and drive them out of America.

Of course, if he could destroy them with a wave of his hand, Wang Yan wouldn't mind killing them. However, it was not in the interest, and there was no need to waste energy.

After thinking for a while, Wang Yan said: "Like this, have someone talk to them again. We can supply them, and the price should be cheaper than others."

If the price were in the country, he would definitely not make concessions, but here, he was doing business without cost. It was considered squeezing the local olive farmers and the interests of those nobles, and they, the middlemen, made the price difference. Originally, he wanted to sell it himself, but he didn't expect a Corleone to come out and ruin things. But it didn't matter; it was just a matter of earning more or less. They weren't relying on this to make money; they were relying on this to land in America.

"Yes, sir."

Wang Yan nodded and said: "Also, have the people in New York contact someone to handle our identities. Don't be afraid to spend money; we need to be clean. If it can't be solved, then ask the Corleone family for help. Aren't their political resources rich? We can pay more."

Macas nodded in response.

Actually, this matter should be blamed on Wang Yan, because he didn't know when Malena's husband would die. Looking at the US air raids in the movie, it was about 1941. So he made preparations according to the end of 1941, that is, before the little Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Now that it was advanced, he hadn't operated anything yet, and the connections there hadn't been figured out. So he had to change the plan, and it happened that the Corleone family emerged, so it wasn't impossible to make a condition while refusing.

After all, if you don't bite people, you annoy them. Although they looked down on them, being missed by people all the time was not good. So the Corleone family would definitely help, not to mention that they would pay a lot of money. Vito Corleone would not refuse a conflict that could be avoided with a little effort; he was such a person, and many people were like that; there were few fools who would act tough and get angry.

Subsequently, they talked about other matters, nothing more than the progress of various businesses, etc. They had several smuggling routes, many partners, and quite a few messy things. It was also because he didn't have the ability, or hadn't opened the channel to Asia. After all, land transport was fighting everywhere, and sea transport was blocked by fleets. Otherwise, he would have long since dumped things over there, which could be considered support.

However, by this time, when he could support, it wasn't that necessary. After all, they had held on during the initial time, and the war had entered a stalemate. By the time he opened the channel, they would have already counterattacked. His weapons and ammunition were useful, but not as large as imagined. By then, it might just be reselling things that were conducive to post-war recovery and industrial construction.

After talking about the messy things, Wang Yan drank the wine in his glass, stood up, and walked out: "That's it for today, let's disperse."

Amidst a chorus of respectful send-offs, Wang Yan walked out of the courtyard, didn't take a detour to cover up, and walked directly toward home. After all, he had already said it himself about his relationship with Malena, so there was no point in hiding it, and it couldn't be hidden.

Because some things had been piled up for a few days and they talked a lot, it was already past two in the morning when he returned home. After simply wiping his body, Wang Yan lay down beside Malena.

Seemingly feeling Wang Yan's breath, Malena, who was fast asleep, naturally ran into his arms, and a jade leg rode directly on him.

Wang Yan smiled slightly, let her ride, closed his eyes, held her, and fell asleep...

Because his spirit was becoming more and more powerful, his perception ability was also becoming more and more terrifying. It was not a lie that he could wake up at the slightest disturbance. But after sleeping for so many years, he was used to it. He could already subconsciously block out many things, such as the movements of the woman beside him, the sound of thunder on a rainy night, etc., and sleep peacefully. But if he sensed danger, he could still wake up at the first moment. This ability could perhaps be counted as a sixth sense; ordinary people all had it, but his was just much, much stronger.

The next day, as expected, naturally, Malena overslept again. When she opened her eyes, it was already past nine o'clock. She sat up, yawned, stretched her arms, straightened her waist and back, and gave a big stretch, revealing the beautiful curves that fascinated thousands of men.

She got out of bed, put on her slippers, adjusted the fallen spaghetti strap to her shoulder, combed her long hair, walked out of the bedroom, and went downstairs.

What she saw was her man sitting on the sofa in the corner again, reading a book in his hand. She didn't understand why Wang Yan always sat there before, but today, she understood; it was what she had asked before.

It was against the wall, not near the window, so people who broke in rashly wouldn't discover it at the first moment, and people outside couldn't see the situation inside. At the same time, the entire first-floor space was under observation, and sudden situations could be discovered and responded to in time.

"Good morning, dear Malena." Hearing the movement, Wang Yan looked up and met the woman's eyes.

"Good morning, dear Wang." Malena smiled, walked down the stairs, and kissed him as she approached: "You always get up so early."

Wang Yan reached out and patted her round and plump buttocks: "Breakfast is already made. If you don't get up, it's going to become lunch."

Malena smiled charmingly, sat on the armrest of the sofa, and hugged the man's head to her chest: "Dear, cooking is my duty as your wife. Although the food you make is delicious, please let me do it in the future. You only need to show your skills occasionally, dear."

"Of course." Wang Yan nodded, following the trend, but his hand was not honest and covered her treasure: "But my dear Malena, are you sure you can get up in the morning? You can't starve your husband."

Her face flushed, Malena just pretended she hadn't spoken, and slapped away the warm hand that made people's hearts flutter: "I'm going to the washroom."

Wang Yan laughed, didn't tease her anymore, and continued to read the book in his hand.

After a while, Malena finished washing up and sat at the dining table to eat breakfast: "Wang, I'm going to find my father in a while. Should I tell him about your situation first?"

"Of course, this is respect for your father." Wang Yan didn't lift his head: "You must tell him that I am an Oriental, I have no identity in Sicily, and I have a deep connection with the Mafia. If you want, you can also tell him how we met and how we fell in love, so he can be at ease. You must also explain clearly that we are leaving Sicily for America, so he can be prepared."

"You must also tell him that if he doesn't come to see me, I will go to see him tonight." Wang Yan looked at Malena's worried expression and laughed: "Don't think so much. As long as your father doesn't discriminate against me, an Oriental, then there is no problem. The reason I asked you to say that is also because you said your father is relatively stubborn. If you say that, he will definitely come. Malena, I told you, I will not do anything that will make you sad. Believe me."

Malena shook her head: "I, of course, believe you, dear, it's just that I'm thinking about how to open the conversation with him."

Wang Yan smiled slightly and lowered his head to continue reading. He was doing a good deed; after all, in the movie, Malena's father was killed in a US air raid. As for whether the old guy was sensible, it really didn't matter; he was his father-in-law anyway. As long as he wasn't senile enough to report and betray him, there was no problem. He wasn't a petty person, so there was no need to get angry with an old man; just send him to America to plant flowers and grass.

After breakfast, Malena changed into black clothes, covered herself with a black headscarf, carried a small black bag, and after kissing Wang Yan goodbye, went out to have a showdown with her father.

Along the way, Malena felt a bit strange. Because there weren't many of the lewd gazes that used to want to swallow her up, but there were quite a few gazes looking at her. She accidentally swept across the gazes of several men, and there seemed to be a feeling of "so you are that kind of woman." She didn't know why; she clearly hadn't done anything.

Entering the town, when she was almost at the square, from afar, Malena heard people's discussions.

"Hey, have you heard? The dentist's teeth were all pulled out last night."

"This is the biggest news today, how could I not know?"

"Someone saw the dentist go to Malena's house yesterday. Do you think it might have something to do with her?"

"I heard the person who did it was a subordinate of Don Correa. Could it be..."

Although these people didn't continue, Malena, as the person involved, of course knew what was going on. The person didn't die, so Malena wasn't worried; instead, she was thinking about her man's creativity. A dentist without teeth—was this the humor of an Oriental man?

Her mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, and she even wanted to laugh, but on the surface, Malena still hung her head, and under the silent gaze of the crowd, she walked across the square step by step, heading toward her father's house. She could hear the whispers of the people behind her where she passed. Two people whispering, ordinary people couldn't hear. But a group of people whispering, their voices gathered in one place, that was buzzing, truly annoying.

She had already adapted to this treatment and continued to walk at her own pace. Her heart was proud; she knew that every time she passed a place, the momentary silence was all due to the deterrence of her man. At this moment, she even felt that the murderous thug with a fierce reputation didn't seem to be bad.

"Malena!"

Malena, who was sighing at her man's deterrence, heard someone call her, immediately stopped, turned her head to look in the direction of the voice, and saw Lieutenant Cadi with his hands behind his back.

"Is something the matter, Lieutenant Cadi?"

Cadi looked at her sincerely: "Malena, if you have any trouble, you can tell me, and I will help you solve it."

"I am fine, thank you for your concern, goodbye." After saying that, Malena nodded politely and turned to leave. Well, she saw that unlucky child on the bicycle again.

Cadi opened his mouth; he wanted to call Malena to stop, but in the end, he didn't say it. Although he was a lieutenant officer, he was not useful; he didn't have the power of the Mafia, and even less money than them. He had seen with his own eyes that the Don Correa who was almost shot to death was laughing and talking with the highest-ranking brigadier general of the Syracuse military...

Malena arrived at her father's house, helped make lunch, and then gritted her teeth and told the truth, telling her father everything. The result, of course, was what she had expected; her deaf father scolded her loudly. It wasn't that he looked down on Wang Yan, an Oriental, but because they had lived in the same house for nearly a year, and because her husband had died for two days and they were already together.

Of course, no matter what her father said, Malena didn't refute it. She had her own ideas, and she was very sure she loved Wang Yan; no matter what her father said, she wouldn't listen. It was just that she reminded her father to keep his voice down. Because people with poor hearing always spoke very loudly, thinking others couldn't hear. Malena's father also knew that Wang Yan's identity shouldn't be exposed; otherwise, his daughter would be implicated and wouldn't be well off, but he still scolded her angrily...

Wang Yan poured a glass of proper Lafite dry red for the old man, or rather, his father-in-law, Mr. Rui Costa. The vintage was from the 1920s. The French were equally romantic; although they were beaten into such a state, it didn't delay their enjoyment at all.

"Malena should have told you already; you might have some misunderstandings about us." Wang Yan smiled and raised his glass to signal. The father-in-law ignored him, but he didn't care. He clinked glasses with Malena, who was supporting him, and took a sip: "Before this, we absolutely had no out-of-line actions and were worthy of the late Lieutenant Antonino. But the love deep in our hearts is something we cannot escape. You are a father, and your daughter's happiness should, of course, be within your consideration. You should know how difficult it is for Malena to live alone in such a society."

"You say Malena has disgraced you? What is called not disgraced? Malena is so beautiful, and this town is full of wolves and tigers coveting her beauty. Why did that dentist come to find Malena last night? How many men in town are like that dentist? You can't be unaware of the gossip on weekdays, right? How can you, an aging father who only cares about his own face, take care of Malena? Is it because someone told you something that you didn't care about Malena at all? Then what is Malena's final outcome? Do I need to say more?"

This bald old man didn't have a good temper when he entered the door, glaring at him angrily. It was truly a waste of him specifically making a meal. Of course, even without this old man, he would have made it, but the feeling was always bad.

This old man was indeed a bit lacking; he didn't care about his own biological daughter because of a letter, and that was before Malena went down to the sea; it was truly terrible. Of course, this also showed from the side that he wasn't unaware of Malena's situation in town. Perhaps it was precisely because he knew, and he, as a father, was powerless to change it, so he chose to escape. Perhaps being bombed to death by the US military was what he wished for.

The three of them sat on three sides of the dining table, Wang Yan and Malena opposite each other, with the father-in-law in the middle. He spoke to his ear; although he didn't shout, the room was quiet, and Malena's father heard it clearly.

He had the heart to spray a few times, but considering Wang Yan's thug identity, the old man knew how to restrain himself: "Oriental boy, I don't want to hear you talk about things that haven't happened. What I know is that you lived together when Antonino was still alive, and you developed feelings over time. No matter what, this is a betrayal of Antonino, and the two of you did wrong. And three days after receiving the news of Antonino's death, you told me that you were together, you wanted to have children, and you wanted to go to America. You will not be blessed by God. Poor Antonino..."

Wang Yan asked: "So you don't want to go to America with us?"

"I am very well here by myself. Go wherever you want." The old man glared with large eyes; Malena was like him.

Originally, he wanted to have a good talk, but this father-in-law was stubborn, and saying more was useless. Conversation and communication are based on both sides being able to listen calmly and seriously, and seriously thinking about the other's ideas. Otherwise, it would be meaningless; I'm talking about the shoulder, and you're talking about the hip bone; there's no need for dialogue.

Shrugging at Malena, who was a bit unhappy, Wang Yan said: "Then that's it, let's eat."

The old man gave Wang Yan three points of face and didn't throw the cup and leave, which was considered not bad. Coupled with his poor hearing, Wang Yan was too lazy to build a relationship, so it was just like that.

After seeing off the father-in-law who was eating with a mouth full of oil, Malena returned to the house and walked to the sink in the kitchen, cleaning up with Wang Yan: "Dear, my father is just like that, don't be angry with him."

"How could I be angry? It's very normal for people to be stubborn when they get old. Maybe I'll become like that in the future; it's no big deal." Wang Yan wiped the plate, turned his head, and gave a smile: "You don't need to worry either. Didn't I say before that I would take him away even if he didn't agree? He can't resist, it's fine."

Malena nodded, puzzled: "It's really strange, my father didn't like Antonino much before, why is he defending him so much now?"

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Perhaps he wants to tell me, an Oriental who is excluded in the West, through this way, that Antonino was good enough to you, and wants me to cherish you more and treat you better. He loves you, Malena." Of course, it might also be that he simply looked down on him, but these didn't matter, and there was no need to say them out loud. It was definitely better to say whatever sounded good.

Hearing this, Malena thought about it and realized it was indeed the case, and her mood naturally improved. After all, as the last relative in the world, and her own father, how could she not value him?

The two chatted and laughed while cleaning up the kitchen waste, washing the plates and knives and forks. After that, Wang Yan sat on the sofa reading a book as usual, while Malena started sewing and mending. The dim light shone on the figures of the two, warm.

"Lights out!"

At nine-thirty, the night patrol outside shouted loudly on time.

Malena turned off the lights. In the dim light of the stars and the moon, she sat on Wang Yan's lap and whispered in his ear: "Dear, are you going out tonight..." The anticipation in that voice, the heat of that body, all released a strong signal; it was the horn of the charge.

Wang Yan buckled the book aside: "What do you think, dear Ms. Malena..."

"I say you're not going."

"You said it perfectly."

As they spoke, Wang Yan held Malena and went upstairs. Before long, the bed shook, the floor shook, accompanied by heavy panting and long, satisfied moans, disturbing the mice that had come out to forage in the dark, squeaking and running away in a panic...

Porcelain doesn't touch stone; it's a golden rule of the ancestors. Vito Corleone had been wandering since he was twelve, and he deeply understood this principle: don't let avoidable trouble happen. So, naturally, he used the connections he had managed for many years to help handle the required identity information and gained a small sum of money from it. At the same time, he also agreed to the request for cooperation to supply olive oil at a low price, gaining the friendship of the Correa family, which had recently made a name for itself on the land of Sicily.

Of course, all of this was only after Vito Corleone had learned all the information about Leo Correa from different channels. From the beginning to the end, his caution, after years of wind and rain, told him that Leo's rise was not simple. Because from his resume and various news, he didn't think Leo had the need to eliminate the previous Tang, and it was in one night, sweeping away the fallen leaves. If Leo really had such great ability, at thirty-something years old, it was impossible to have been unknown all along.

So, he judged that there must be hidden secrets and other help behind this, but he didn't know what it was. It wasn't until he saw the registration information sent by Leo that he noticed the different Oriental face, and he had someone investigate it, only then did he realize that perhaps this person was the key to the problem. But he didn't take any further action; it was just his usual caution that made him pay attention.

By the time he settled these things and received clear news, it was already the end of April, more than a month later than Wang Yan had expected, but it didn't matter much. After packing up some things Malena was reluctant to part with, one day, Wang Yan had someone take Malena and his father-in-law, whom he had tied up, to Palermo to catch a plane to New York.

Because of his identity, he was not as convenient as the two white people, Malena and his father-in-law. So he had to take a few subordinates and follow the smuggling route, sneaking ashore at a small port on the West Coast of America. Once there, subordinates who had long been prepared would give them their identity information, making them Americans from the moment they stepped on that land. Then, they would take a plane from Los Angeles across the United States to New York on the East Coast to meet up with Malena.

And the whole time would be about three days later than Malena.

As for Malena's safety, he had sent a few subordinates to guard her. As for the loyalty of his subordinates, if something happened at this time, then Wang Yan shouldn't be mixing anymore. After all, without certainty, he wouldn't hand his woman over to others.

Wang Yan set off. In the dark night, his eyes were bright, looking at the distant, unfamiliar outline of Sicily, feeling nothing.

It was the few confidant subordinates beside him who were lost. They knew that although they said they would come back, how long would that be? After all, it was their hometown where they grew up, so they were still a bit reluctant. But then thinking about living in America, that bit of reluctance disappeared in a flash; they were yearning for it... ===== CHAPTER 301 =====