Chapter 301: Meeting

On an afternoon when the setting sun was gradually falling, in Long Beach in the southern part of Long Island, in a two-story villa with a large courtyard and a large swimming pool, Malena sat absent-mindedly on a lounge chair at the door of her house, looking at the boundless sea in front of her.

The wind blew across the sea, rolling up waves, layer upon layer, rushing toward the beach. The wind blew up her long, black, wavy hair, and the bangs on her forehead fluttered with the wind. The wind blew up her longing, carrying it across the Atlantic Ocean, back to the small town in Sicily. She didn't miss her hometown; she only missed the person in her hometown, that Oriental man.

It had been half a month since she left Syracuse. She spent a few days in Palermo and took a plane to New York. Someone drove them to their current home, and in the following days, she took a few people to the mall to shop and chose some furniture to fill it. In the blink of an eye, it was now four days, which was more than the three days he had promised when they parted. She knew he had sneaked in, so he was late for the agreed time, and she was extremely worried about his safety.

Since they met, including the beginning when she was afraid of him, they had never been separated for so long. She kept praying to God in her heart to bless him with safety.

Not far away, her father, wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and a sun hat, looking like an American old man, was fussing over the flowers and plants in the yard while cursing. Malena consciously pretended not to hear, because her father had been cursing all the way. Although they had left Syracuse for half a month and had arrived at their new home for four days, he was still muttering endlessly. Anyway, no matter what, they were here, and he definitely couldn't run away.

A few men in black suits not far away were smoking, drinking, and playing cards at a table in the yard. They were the subordinates of her man who had guarded them all the way and accompanied her to buy furniture and clothes. They also had a house, right around here; they said this area had been bought by them and was going to be rebuilt. As for the money, she hadn't asked a single word. Because the lounge chair she was sitting on was worth one hundred US dollars, which was the wealth of an ordinary worker in her hometown for half a year, but now it was just a lounge chair she could lie on...

Malena lay there bored, dazed, thinking of her man.

She hadn't been dazed for long when the sound of a car approaching from far to near rang out, startling her. No one would drive over to this area, as it was all their place, unless he had arrived. This thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately sat up, passed through the first floor of the villa, and arrived at the courtyard at the front gate, just in time to see Wang Yan get out of the back seat and wave at her with a smile.

"Wang!" Malena called out happily, running and throwing herself into that familiar embrace, unable to stop herself from crying: "I was so worried about you."

Patting her back, Wang Yan comforted her softly: "Alright, alright, didn't I arrive? I'm perfectly fine, very good."

Malena didn't speak, just hugged him and cried. Wang Yan had no choice and said to the subordinates beside him: "You guys go get something to eat first; I'll comfort her." After saying that, he picked up Malena and walked into the villa.

The remaining little brothers looked at each other, laughed, took out their things from the car, met up with the few who had originally guarded Malena, and went to see how their house was. Only then did they follow the big brother's order to get something to eat.

After Wang Yan comforted Malena well, it was already dark. He held her, still feeling the lingering charm, and played with her full and elastic treasure as usual: "How is life here? Is there anything you're not used to?"

Malena whispered: "Everything is good, I just miss you and worry about you."

"Didn't I arrive perfectly fine? Now your worry should be put down; our new life has begun."

There were indeed no accidents on the way, but they encountered a storm and stayed for an extra day. Their channel was very reliable; it wasn't money that brought them out, but killing their way out. They had been cooperating steadily for more than half a year, operating well, without any mistakes.

"Hmm."

"Alright, don't think blindly anymore. Tomorrow we'll drive out for a stroll, and in two days we'll go to the farm to have a look. If you want to live there, we'll move over. If not, we can treat it as an outing."

"I'll listen to you."

"By the way, how is your father?"

Malena shook her head and smiled: "He cursed all the way, ignored me, and gritted his teeth whenever you were mentioned. The flowers and plants you had someone get are all ready; he seems to like them, but he's still taking care of them while saying we're wrong."

"Let him be; he'll get used to it." As they spoke, Wang Yan held Malena and got up: "Let's wash up, it's time for dinner, and then we'll continue to tell each other our longing."

Malena hugged the man with eyes like silk; she thought the same. Compared to the restraint of the East, the West was more direct and enthusiastic, especially in this era.

After a while, they finished washing up and went downstairs together.

The subordinates wouldn't cook, so they drove out to pack some things. The old man had long since finished eating and was sitting in the spacious backyard, holding a dog he didn't know where he got, sitting in a chair and sighing at life in the sea breeze.

Malena went out to take a look, cared about her father, and after not receiving any good words, stuck out her tongue, returned to Wang Yan's side, sat down to eat, and listened to the men talking about their "career."

"How is the situation recently?" Wang Yan had been on the road for more than half a month and hadn't been looking for anyone to find him except for very important things, so he was still a bit out of touch.

Macas, who guarded Malena and her father, said: "Everything is proceeding according to your previous plan. The olive oil business has already started cooperating with the Corleone family, and our previous smuggling businesses have not been affected; instead, because of the war, we have earned more..."

This took a while to say. After hearing the specifics, Wang Yan looked at a person sitting in the distance: "Cotton, the matter of registering the company you mentioned before, is it all done?"

This kid was named Cotton Abad, an early little brother he had sent over. He wasn't a reckless man like Macas or Val; he was a kid who knew how to use his brain. The cooperation with the Corleone family, including getting identities and such, were all done by this kid.

Cotton nodded and said: "Everything is according to your instructions. I found professional lawyers and registered them separately in various places, including all those in Europe."

Wang Yan nodded and asked: "When is Leo coming?"

"It should be in these few days. He will set off after he handles those things."

"Have you seen the new house? Are you satisfied?"

Everyone nodded in unison. America, how could they not be satisfied? They had heard from other Mafia members who had been driven out of America that compared to their own poor hometowns, it was impossible not to yearn for it. Not to mention that after a while, their families would also come over one after another, so they were satisfied beyond satisfaction.

Wang Yan smiled slightly, waved his hand, and signaled everyone to continue eating. While eating, he ordered the things he wanted these people to do next.

Although they had been operating for a period of time, there was no great effect. Basically, they were relying on the Corleone family and had no resources of their own. It was no different from when they first arrived in America; they had nothing but money. Including important political resources, as well as relationships in other industries, etc.

Of course, this couldn't go on. They must manage their own relationships. However, in New York, the space for him to display his talents was limited. Whether it was black or white, the five major Mafia families occupying New York were all insurmountable. Of course, they were only one aspect. If they really had such great power, they wouldn't be subordinates to those big capitalists. But relatively speaking, it was just that.

It wasn't that he wanted to be a thug leader, but in terms of the environment, whether it was the Hong Kong Island of the past or the America of now and the future, when you don't have resources, the easiest way to get resources is to be a thug and rob. Not only can you threaten and force others, but you can also protect yourself, and the original accumulation is easier. Just like now, smuggling arms and various scarce goods, in just one year, they had accumulated a lot of wealth. If they just walked the right path and developed slowly, even if he had financial resources in his hands, they all needed money to develop, so who knows when that would be.

It's the same principle as selling his strength pills. He spent nearly two hundred years to get things out, things that could easily accumulate money, so why not use them? Being a thug is the same. He can start super, he can be safe and secure, and he can avoid the disturbance of many ghosts and monsters, so why not be a thug?

As for now, he is definitely not a thug, because the thug is Leo, and if there is anything, it is Leo's business. So his arrangement is to investigate the thug forces in the United States, and after Leo arrives, look at the situation, and destroy one family to get to the top.

As the thug leader of the United States, and also the Corleone family that helped them, it is reasonable to visit them. After thinking about it, Wang Yan said: "Cotton, in a while, I will write some things for you, all of which are medicinal materials. Take a few people to China to purchase a batch. By the way, see if you can open up the channel for shipping goods in the process; that is also a big market."

Cotton nodded and took the order without asking why. They were all sensible, doing whatever they were told.

"Also, help me arrange a meeting with Don Corleone. The time will be next Wednesday; I want to express my gratitude to him in person." He still trusted Vito Corleone and was not afraid of exposing himself. Of course, on the other hand, it was because when Leo arrived, once they took action, under the investigation of those who cared, his connection with Leo couldn't be hidden. But he wasn't afraid of that; at most, it would be that they were very close, which was not a problem and had no impact.

Seeing Cotton nod, Wang Yan waved his hand: "Alright, that's it, disperse."

"Yes, sir." A group of big men had long since finished eating and were just waiting for Wang Yan to say disperse. Not to mention that they were afraid of Wang Yan, on the other hand, the big brother was being intimate with a woman, and it was awkward for them to be here, so it was better to get out.

A group of people left. Malena asked: "Dear, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Wang Yan laughed dumbly, reached out and rubbed her head, smoothing her long, wavy black hair: "Your most important task is to enjoy life, which is to spend money. Or we can hurry up and have many children, so you can take care of them. You can do things if you want, of course, but don't help me; you must like it yourself."

Malena nodded, put down the knife and fork in her hand, turned her head, and smiled charmingly: "Dear, I'm full..."

Wang Yan threw away the knife and fork, held Malena, who was giggling, and went upstairs. This time, he turned on the switch...

In the following days, Wang Yan drove Malena to stroll around New York, stayed in a farm in the suburbs for two days, and finally, Malena chose to live in Long Island because it was more prosperous and convenient.

During this period, he also received news that the Corleone family agreed to meet. Perhaps Vito Corleone was also very curious about Wang Yan. Wang Yan could be sure that they had long known the news of these people's arrival. As the only force that almost had a conflict recently, no matter how much they cared, it was not too much.

Of course, there must have been unhappy things during the tour. After all, his appearance and skin color were too bright. There was a lot of discrimination eighty years later, let alone now, which really added a lot of trouble. But all in all, it was okay; on average, it was about breaking a leg a day...

In the blink of an eye, a week passed. It was Tuesday, the day before seeing Vito Corleone, and Leo arrived.

In the courtyard of the villa, Wang Yan sat at the table drinking and smoking, listened to the cautious Leo report on the recent situation in Sicily, nodded and said: "Well done, Leo. Is your family arranged? Our contact is almost done, and your family will be the first batch to come over."

Leo nodded hurriedly: "Everything is ready, they can come at any time."

He didn't have any other thoughts; he was just afraid of death. Although he was also a person who relied on killing to gain trust from his predecessor, he was terrified of Wang Yan, who was more temperamental and difficult to fathom. He knew Wang Yan didn't trust anyone and would definitely replace them. Replacing people was acceptable, but he couldn't accept that he would die if he went down; that was too terrible. As a friend who had gone through thick and thin, it wasn't that he hadn't persuaded Zoltan and Magnus, but they were only honest for a while and then got carried away, so they died.

It didn't matter that the two of them died, but it scared him so much that he didn't dare to sleep for several days, constantly thinking about where he had gone wrong, until he was terrified for a few days and found that Wang Yan didn't mean to move him, only then did he relax. But relaxation was relaxation, and doing things became more and more cautious. He absolutely did whatever Wang Yan said, and absolutely didn't act on his own, even if it was better, he absolutely wouldn't. He was afraid that one day Wang Yan would not like him and find a handle to kill him.

Seeing him like that, Wang Yan shook his head: "Leo, don't be so afraid. As long as you are honest and obedient, and don't do anything out of line to disappoint me, everything else doesn't matter. You know, I've always been very easy to talk to."

Leo waved his hand hurriedly, with a serious face: "You misunderstood, sir, I am not afraid. It's just that you know me, I have always been like this. I don't have much ambition, I just want to see my family harmonious, see my children grow up healthy, get married, and have children. Really, sir, I am just like this."

Wang Yan knew that this foreigner was scared, and there was not a single truth. However, Leo still had some ability, at least his "Tang" was well-acted, and other affairs were handled quite well. So he was a mascot, but he had power, but he didn't dare to move.

"Then that's it. You must be tired after such a long journey. Go and rest, look at your future home, and decorate it well."

Leo nodded, clinked glasses with Wang Yan humbly, drank the wine, and then turned around, wiping the sweat from his forehead and leaving, his pace slightly brisk.

The Corleone family also lived in Long Beach. However, their Long Beach was naturally more luxurious than Wang Yan's Long Beach. Although they were both on Long Island, it took half an hour to drive. He bought a small piece, while the Corleone family bought a large piece.

The Corleone family's location was built more like a small fortress. There was a black high wall surrounding the building complex, and in the distance, you could vaguely see pointed roofs, and there were patrolling hooligans outside, which could be called heavily guarded.

Reporting the name at the door, after a little hooligan on guard called inside to notify, the two heavy iron gates slowly opened. The little brother stepped on the gas, drove the car carrying Wang Yan in.

The Corleone family, arrived... ===== CHAPTER 302 =====