Chapter 302: Need Your Own Territory

Inside was a tree-lined road on both sides. It could be seen that there were many buildings. On both sides of the main gate, one side had a six-story building with a large footprint in the style of an apartment. One side was a small building similar to a sentry post used for guarding. Going further in, there were two normal European-style pointed-roof villas. And at the end of this road, there was another villa.

From entering the main gate to the innermost place, it was more than one hundred meters. In addition, in the open space behind the buildings, as far as the eye could see, there were lawns, gardens, etc., and the entire footprint was not small.

From the layout and decoration of this place alone, the wealth of the master of the house could be seen. As for being noble, looking at the exterior, it must be noble. But to be honest, they were just a bunch of hoodlums; how noble could they really be?

People, of course, have no distinction between noble and lowly. This nobility is just a gorgeous coat woven by wealth and power, that's all. However, people do have differences between high and low, which is the gap in the realm of thought.

Someone was waiting at the door of the innermost villa. The car stopped slowly, and the person stepped forward politely to open the door. Waiting for Wang Yan, who was wearing a well-tailored suit by Malena and black leather shoes, to get off with his things, the person reached out and shook hands with Wang Yan: "Hello, I am Tom Hagen."

Wang Yan smiled: "Hello, I am Wang Yan."

"Let's go, follow me in, the Don is already waiting for you." As he spoke, he wanted to take the package Wang Yan was holding.

"I want to give this to Mr. Corleone in person. To show sincerity, you can take a look first; it is definitely not a weapon, I have no malice."

Wang Yan opened the package, and inside were four bottles containing pills.

"Of course, Wang, we never doubt our friends, you can rest assured." Tom glanced at it without knowing why, confirmed that it was not a dangerous item, and enthusiastically invited Wang Yan in. Although Orientals were rare, he wouldn't show anything. Since the Godfather agreed to see him, it meant that this person must have extraordinary qualities; the Godfather would never be wrong.

Tom, Wang Yan of course knew, was the Irishman picked up by the old Godfather, and would take over as the family's military advisor when the plot started in a few years.

However, speaking of this military advisor, Wang Yan didn't have one; he didn't need that. He wanted absolute execution; no one was as far-sighted as him.

Following Tom into the villa, several women were chatting in the living room on the first floor, and children were jumping around. Wang Yan knew that it was the wives and children of a group of hooligans.

Under Tom's guidance, he walked into a study in the corner. Inside was a group of Italian men wearing well-tailored black suits, all with thick oil and big backs. They were Don Vito Corleone, Santino Corleone, and the military advisor of the Corleone family named Zanco Abandando, and the company that monopolized most of the olive oil market in the United States was named after him.

Wang Yan stepped forward and shook hands with Vito Corleone, who was old, gray-haired, and fat: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Corleone." Feeling the warmth and strength transmitted from his hand, combined with the pulse diagnosis of a TCM master, he could be sure that if this old guy wasn't shot those few times later, living to the 1970s wouldn't be a problem. His eyes were equally deep and bright, calm as an ancient well, but he smiled very gently, the standard configuration of an old fox.

"You're welcome, please sit." Vito waved his hand, signaling Wang Yan to sit down and talk. Because this was an equal dialogue, he didn't sit behind that long table, but sat on the sofa with several people together.

Wang Yan nodded politely to the others and sat down. Beside him was Vito, behind him was the military advisor Zanco, his eldest son Santino, and Tom, the adopted son who had poured wine for several people, surrounding him in a semicircle.

Seeing him sit down, Vito said with a hoarse throat: "I thought you wouldn't see me, but would send that person named Leo Correa." He raised his glass to invite Wang Yan to taste his good wine.

"Oh? Mr. Corleone saw it long ago?" Wang Yan laughed and clinked glasses with him, taking a sip. He wasn't surprised at all; just like the reason he didn't dare to be too arrogant in the real world, his resume was there and couldn't be changed. As for why they could sit together, it was very simple: their strong decapitation ability had won respect.

"Wang, that's not very difficult, is it?" Vito shook his head: "You can make such a big career in Sicily, which is worthy of respect, but your skin color and appearance limit you."

"So I came to free America."

Vito shook his head, looking at this statement with disdain: "No one will help us, we can only rely on ourselves, and you should be even more so. New York is not suitable for you, at least New York now is. You should go to the West Coast, where there are more of your compatriots. You know, your people have broken quite a few legs these days."

Wang Yan swept across the gazes of the people beside him and found that there was surprise in their eyes, which showed that Vito's words today were quite dense, exceeding their expectations. Perhaps this was the protagonist's treatment, making people feel like old friends at first sight. That, of course, was nonsense, but it was just that seeing such a person who was harder to mix coming over to mix, he had some small feelings.

Or it was simply that he didn't want them to mix in New York. After all, it had been peaceful for several years, and it was wartime. The most important thing to do was to make a fortune in silence, not to provoke disputes between the Mafia. Like Wang Yan and his group of people coming over, without thinking, they wouldn't be restless, so it was reasonable to persuade them to leave and not cause trouble.

As for the matter of breaking people's legs, it was nothing more than showing off muscles, warning that his every move was in people's eyes, and saying hard words softly.

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Corleone." Wang Yan said: "I believe the Corleone family will definitely allow us to have a bite to eat."

"No, no, no, Wang, the food is there. Capable people naturally eat when they want to, and I or anyone else have never allowed it. But now all places are fighting. I also know the business you operate. At this time, you shouldn't provoke conflicts and disturb the harmonious environment."

Wang Yan, of course, couldn't agree. Leo was in place, and Malena had also said that New York was quite good, so he would live here in the future. Protecting his own strength was one aspect, and on the other hand, he had a large amount of US dollars that needed to be washed clean. This kind of serious work should naturally be a serious thug operation, and he couldn't touch it. Moreover, Leo was a Tang. How ridiculous it would be for a Tang without territory to be, and his waist wouldn't be hard when talking to people.

Taking a sip of wine, Wang Yan said: "Among the families in New York, we are friends, so naturally there will be no conflict. But we have no intersection with the other families, so I think we eat the food we can eat, which should not be a problem. Don't you think, Mr. Corleone?"

This remark didn't get much reaction from others, only Santino hung his face, his eyes full of hostility, because he felt that Wang Yan didn't respect his omnipotent father, which was unforgivable.

Vito glared at his eldest son, looked at the Oriental boy beside him noncommittally: "Then whose food do you want to eat?"

"There is a saying in China that persimmons are picked by the soft ones. Of course, whichever family is weak, eat that family."

"Strazzi family?" Seeing Wang Yan nod, Corleone frowned: "They are indeed the weakest, controlling the gambling industry in New Jersey, as well as the shipping industry in the West Side of Manhattan. But once a war starts, they can also mobilize hundreds of people. I know you are good at decapitation, but this is not comparable to those small roles in Sicily."

He didn't hope that Wang Yan would take people to cause trouble, but Wang Yan was not an appendage of their Corleone family. And looking at this, if it weren't for the fact that they helped contact people to solve the identity problem last time, and agreed to their request to supply olive oil, they would really have to fight.

"As long as it is investigated clearly, the problem should not be too big." Wang Yan said very modestly.

Vito, however, also saw his indifference and said seriously: "Wang, I have no right to manage what you do, but we have an agreement with other families. If you cannot solve it, but have a protracted confrontation with the Strazzi family and destroy the current order, then we will attack in groups until you die or leave America."

He knew why Wang Yan wanted to do this, nothing more than to make the Correa family famous through a battle and get the status and respect they deserved. This was the best method. But if Wang Yan and his group couldn't distinguish the winner at the first moment, but fell into a protracted tug-of-war, then the impact on their Corleone family would be very large. Not to mention anything else, what about the politicians he was friends with? Local stability was a necessary political achievement, even if it was only on the surface. At the same time, the impact on the industries under their banner was not small. After all, if it is not safe to go out, who will patronize their industries?

And they did have an agreement with other families to maintain peace. If he didn't take action, it would inevitably make the original alliance loose, making other families think it was his instruction, which was not what he wanted and was good for no one.

Although he couldn't stop it, he had to say the words. And he also wanted to see how the strength of these people was, whether they were worthy of his respect. He also knew that other families had always been ambitious, and being a leader was not easy to do. If Wang Yan succeeded this time, it would be weakening the forces in New York that opposed him. If he failed, then there was nothing to say, just die.

"Of course, this is all as it should be." Wang Yan naturally understood what Vito was thinking, but it didn't matter. He just wanted a piece of territory and a force, and he wouldn't participate in other Mafia internal family wars. And the most critical thing was that although Vito talked to him quite well, in essence, people didn't recognize him as a family. No matter what, he was an outsider.

"I wish you success."

"Thank you."

Wang Yan signaled to him, took a sip of wine, then picked up the package he brought under the sofa, took out the four bottles inside, and placed them on the expensive coffee table one by one: "To thank you for your help, this is a gift I brought for you, Mr. Corleone, please accept it."

Vito glanced at Wang Yan, reached out and picked up the glass bottle in front of him, opened the lid suspiciously, and smelled it, frowning: "This seems to be a kind of medicine?"

"That's right, it is medicine."

"Although I am old, I have to admit that my body is not as good as before, but I can be very sure, Wang, that I am very healthy."

"It can make you healthier, Mr. Corleone." Wang Yan's mouth turned up slightly: "This is an ancient inheritance from the East. Famous generals in history all relied on this thing to improve their physical potential or recover from wounds received on the battlefield. This small pill requires hundreds of medicinal materials and dozens of processes to complete. Of course, the current efficacy cannot reach that level. To use another Chinese saying, 'medicine is three-tenths poison.' We don't have those efficient body-tempering methods and cannot metabolize the drug poison."

"But the good news is that after years of improvement from our family to me, there is now a finished product. As long as you take one pill every day, no matter when, and perform an hour of low-intensity exercise after eating, you can metabolize the harmful substances. The remaining ones are beneficial to the body. At most, in two months, you will be able to clearly feel the improvement in physical fitness."

"According to the existing price, the cost of this bottle is thirty thousand US dollars, and I think our family's years of effort are worth twenty thousand US dollars, so the selling price of this bottle is fifty thousand US dollars. Of course, we are friends, and this is our first meeting, so these four bottles of medicine are a gift for you, Mr. Corleone."

This thing was too ruthless in robbing money, so he brought it out again. It was made in Sicily with some medicine he got. However, because of the nationality, he couldn't promote it universally this time. Otherwise, it would be more expensive in the country than abroad, and his conscience would be uneasy. So he appropriately increased the proportion to make the efficacy more powerful, so as to fleece the wealth of the upper-class people in America. In fact, he could raise it even higher. After all, he had lowered it step by step from the most fierce efficacy at the beginning, and he could grasp the strength of various forces, but it was unnecessary. After all, it was already very miraculous to be able to feel the obvious improvement in physical fitness in less than two months.

The current price was fifty thousand a bottle. As long as the upper-class market in America was opened, he would gradually raise the efficacy in the future, and it would double. And he could use this to win over a large number of high-ranking officials, politicians, and big capitalists, and manage a human network empire. He could also cooperate with those big capitalists, let them spend a lot of money, and he would open a life laboratory specifically for longevity research. He was not on paper; the curative effect was solid, just fooling people, and they wouldn't die.

Vito didn't speak, just took out a pill suspiciously, pinched it between his thumb and index finger, and watched it fixedly.

Santino behind him couldn't help but say: "Is it really as powerful as you say?"

"Two months, it's not long, won't you know by then?" Wang Yan smiled and shook his head. He saw the disdain in this kid's eyes when he came. On the one hand, it was because he was from the East, and on the other hand, it was because he looked down on his power. After all, this kid was also a person who killed his way out in the thug world, so it was normal to be proud, and it was even more normal to look down on him, a Chinese.

After a pause, he continued: "You don't have to worry that I will be detrimental to Mr. Corleone, because we are friends, and there is no need to personally send some over to poison him. In addition, excuse me..."

Before they could react to what was rude, Wang Yan shook his hand and slapped a Colt pistol directly on the table. Then he looked at the several people in front of him with a bad face with a smile: "I think it's more direct like this, so some concerns can be eliminated."

Santino gritted his teeth and cursed, twisting his body to draw his gun, "Santino!" Vito glanced at him, immediately making the latter stop, and then he turned his head to look at Wang Yan beside him: "I can understand what you mean, Wang, we are friends, I of course believe you. Put it away, I forgive your offense."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Corleone." Wang Yan smiled slightly, and in the eyes of everyone, he leaned forward slightly, turned the gun, shook his hand, and it disappeared. Then he raised his eyebrows at Santino: "How is this magic trick of mine?"

Looking at his father, Santino cursed silently and turned his face away, not looking at him.

Vito was very dissatisfied with his son's performance, but he didn't scold him, because that was a matter for later. Wang Yan took out the gun just to show off his muscles. Putting the pill back into the bottle, he said: "What do you want to do by taking out this medicine?"

"You know, Mr. Corleone, once this effect is made public, how sensational it will be. And the production of this medicine is not very easy, so you and your friends can buy it first. This is my care for friends."

Wang Yan, of course, knew what Vito meant. Most of it was that he believed his words and wanted to get involved. After all, there was no need to let go of such a profitable business. However, that was really daydreaming. How could there be such a good thing? Legal, profiteering, consumable, even if you want to cooperate, you want to find a protective umbrella, it shouldn't be a small thug leader. Besides, he dared to take it out, so was he afraid he couldn't keep it? It was like a joke.

Vito, of course, knew what was going on, but just opened his mouth, and it wasn't difficult. And now Wang Yan and his group had just landed in America, and their human network resources were poor, so they still needed him to introduce customers. However, what would happen specifically would have to wait until they saw the result of the collision between the Correa family and the Strazzi family. If it succeeded, then of course he was farting. If it didn't succeed, then he would really have to rely on his Corleone, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to run out of America, and he would definitely die.

"Thank you for your care." Vito raised his glass to signal and drank it down.

Wang Yan also drank the wine in his glass, stood up and shook hands with Vito: "The matter has been negotiated, then we won't disturb you anymore. Who will go back with me to get the medicine?"

Vito, who also stood up, looked back at Santino and Tom, and said: "Let them two go with you."

"Okay, then that's it, goodbye, Mr. Corleone."

"I'll see you off."

When he came for the first time, only Tom Hagen saw them off. Now the Tang of the Corleone family saw them off in person, and the rise in status was obvious.

A group of people chatted and said goodbye at the door of the villa. Wang Yan and Leo got into the little brother's car, and Santino, who was driving behind, took Tom with him. After more than half an hour's drive, they returned home, took the thirty bottles of medicine that had been packaged, and sent the two away.

Looking at the departing car, Wang Yan looked at Leo standing beside him: "Take this money to Las Vegas to buy a piece of land, find someone to design and build a building. I will tell you the specific requirements after you buy it. Go."

"Yes, sir." Leo nodded respectfully and turned to leave. Work must be clean and neat; he didn't even want to eat dinner and wanted to fly over now.

Opening a casino to make money was one aspect, mainly because the casino was a cash-intensive industry, plus the current laws and regulations were imperfect, so it could be washed in large quantities. There were also other channels such as art, antiques, real estate, land, finance, etc., specifically used for money laundering. During the period of arriving in America, Leo and other subordinates, as well as professional lawyers and financial talents who had grasped their lives, had built a channel. They didn't take outsiders' business; they just washed the proceeds of those war fortunes.

US dollars were indeed hard now, plus during the World War, the prices of land and other things fell sharply. He didn't know how much land he had, as well as other messy things like forest farms, which were all resources.

Now that he had taken the wharf and port, involving logistics, it was reasonable that the next step was to get a few big ships to start international trade, which was absolutely a profiteering serious business. Now standard containers had not appeared, and the contribution of containers to world trade was unquestionable. He planned to find someone to get them out recently and use them first.

Ignoring the father-in-law who was fiddling with the lawn at the door, Wang Yan turned and walked into the villa, holding Malena and sitting on the sofa, touching her belly and whispering.

Malena lay comfortably in Wang Yan's arms: "Dear, have you thought of a name for the child?"

"It's only been a little over a month since you got pregnant, there's still a long time."

"Better think about it first, so as not to be in a hurry when the time comes. Hurry up, dear, you have to think of names for both boys and girls."

"Hey, got it." Wang Yan looked at Malena, who was looking up at him in his arms: "If it's a boy, call him Ciri; if it's a girl, call her Sira, how about that? You know, Malena, I have no faith, so our children will not have baptismal names."

Wang Yan really didn't care about the name. To put it ugly, it wouldn't be a problem to call him Dog Leftover or Iron Egg. However, naming still had to be serious. This Western name was also the first time he had taken it, so he simply followed the one in Sicily. The surname was, of course, "Wang," and Malena now had the surname Wang. According to the foreigner's habit, it was Ciri Wang, Sira Wang; according to the Chinese habit, it was reversed, a combination of Chinese and Western, which was quite good.

"Of course, dear, I think these two names are very good. They are taken from my hometown, although it is not so memorable, but it is where we fell in love. As for faith, although I am a devout Catholic believer, I will not force you, and even less will I force our children. So they will not be baptized, and they will see their own wishes in the future."

Malena said it from the heart. Although she felt it was a bit incredible that Wang Yan had no faith before, she knew how to respect it. And to tell the truth, in terms of understanding the Bible and God, Wang Yan knew more than her, a believer. So that was it, believe it or not.

"Then it's settled." Wang Yan said warmly: "You don't have to be too tired, there is still a long time before giving birth, so don't be so anxious to make clothes for them. If you are really bored, go shopping with Leo's wife, or call that English teacher over to learn."