Chapter 1229: Greetings from Afar

"Wang Defa?", Leonardo walks to the side of the small cart and casually rotates the package; inside, there is a "thump-thump" muffled sound, clearly something is rolling around.

He flips the package to the front and sees the label stuck on it; this is an expedited mail from the Federation.

The price of this kind of mail is not cheap; it might need ten-something dollars or even twenty or thirty dollars in postage to have it delivered at the fastest speed.

Because the Federation is vast and sparsely populated... well, this refers to those rural areas; in fact, it is not like this in the city, where hundreds of thousands or millions of people live huddled together, which has nothing to do with being vast and sparsely populated.

But everyone writes letters to be mailed to different places, and in this era, there is no such high-tech automatic sorting equipment, so this step is completed entirely by manual labor.

By the time they have screened the mail of a city within a few days and loaded them onto vehicles separately, it is already almost a week later.

A week later, some things might have already passed their shelf life, so expedited mail appears particularly important.

They will arrange a specialized person for this mail, riding a bicycle to deliver it to the nearest cruise ship heading to the destination...

Just this little bit of work is worth ten or twenty dollars in postage.

Leonardo is not clear about these things; he looks at this square box, inside which something makes a thump-thump sound when rotated, and for a moment he is somewhat hesitant about whether he should open it.

The butler sees his hesitation, "Or... should I dispose of it for you?"

Leonardo comes back to his senses; he pulls at his collar with his hand, and his bowtie is almost coming undone.

"No, no need, open it for me."

The butler nods and takes out a letter opener specially used for opening envelopes and such packaging boxes from his pocket, easily dismantling the outer shell, that layer of paper shell, revealing the wooden shell inside.

"Did you smell anything?", Leonardo sniffs twice; there is a very strange smell in the air, just like... he can't say well, just like entering a room that hasn't had its door opened for a long time, a very long, very long time.

So long that as soon as one enters the room, one can smell an uncomfortable rotten smell, as if everything has withered.

Without a doubt, this smell comes from this box; Leonardo's heartbeat accelerates slightly, and he glances at the butler; the butler notices his gaze, "Should we continue to open it?"

Leonardo's gaze returns to the exquisite wooden box; from the copper-wrapped craftsmanship on its four corners, one can see that this box is actually not cheap either.

He thinks for a moment, reaches out and flips open the box; inside, a head that has already been processed is lying there, its shriveled eyes seeming to still be staring at him.

He retreats several steps as if electrocuted, while also unable to help but curse loudly, "Fuck, fuck!"

"What the hell is that?"

"Someone, come here, what the hell, come here, is everyone dead?"

Several cadres on duty in the manor immediately come over; they also bring their subordinates, and Leonardo's other son-in-law trots over and asks, "What happened?"

He first checks Leonardo, seeing that he is not injured, and only then does his attention focus on the box.

He only takes one look, and he also cannot help but curse, "Holy crab, who the hell brought this thing?"

He walks a few steps closer, "Is this Christopher?"

Christopher's head is lying in this wooden box of just the right size; at this very moment, he actually looks more like a prop.

To ensure that this head would not make a mess of this box, they drained the blood from this head.

Then they injected some preservative liquid and poured it into the head through the neck blood vessels.

Those things, under the action of the blood vessels, almost filled every inch of the head, including the brain; after draining, they wiped some preservatives on the surface and put it into the box.

Because the weather is not hot now, they don't need to worry about the rot caused by the weather being too hot, and there are also preservative means; it doesn't look fresh, and is a bit dehydrated, but one can tell this is Christopher.

More people run over; when they see the human head in the box, everyone shows an expression of having seen a dog.

This is the first time someone has pickled the head of their family member and sent it back!

After the initial panic and unease, Leonardo gradually calms down; he walks to the cart and looks at Christopher lying inside with a dark face; at this moment, he has a feeling of nausea.

However, he does not vomit; he just waves his hand, letting people take this terrible thing away.

Just as people are closing the box and preparing to take it away to burn, there is a letter at the bottom of the box; the butler picks it up and hands it to Leonardo, who opens it and reads it.

The content inside is very simple—

"The next one is you, sincere greetings from the Federation!"

The next second, this letter paper is crumpled into a ball in his hand; the muscles on his face are trembling slightly; without a doubt, this threat has taken effect.

"Come with me to my study."

He walks toward the study with big strides, and other cadres follow closely behind; as for those captains and such, they disperse.

Only family cadres can enter Leonardo's study; many people think that gangs are a group of lawless people who have no rules and do not follow rules; they themselves represent chaos.

But in fact, this is not the case; the larger the scale of the gang, the more strict their internal rules are.

Who can do what, and what cannot be done, someone will tell them early on.

If they violate these rules, the outcome is usually not very good.

After entering the room, Leonardo directly pulls off his bowtie; he does not sit down, but walks back and forth by his desk, "It must be Lanse who did it!"

As he speaks, he cannot help but slap the table twice, "This son of a bitch, it must be him!"

"Now I need you to give me some hints on how we should respond to this provocation."

As the head of the Bianchi family, from the moment he was born until the last second, Leonardo has never suffered such intimidation and provocation!

This is not a threat and provocation to him personally; this is a threat and provocation to the entire Bianchi family!

If he does not fight back, what will the other three major families think?

What will his opponents think?

The room is basically full of Leonardo's juniors, his son, nephew, and such; people of his generation have long retired and are living a comfortable pastoral life.

These young people, who are actually not young at all, look at each other, and finally their gazes fall on the three oldest people among them.

They are Leonardo's son, son-in-law, and nephew, who are also the three people he values most. The first to speak is his son-in-law, "I am in favor of fighting back; the face of the Bianchi family is the most important thing at any time."

"But if we want to fight back, we face several problems."

"First, how do we fight back?"

"Send someone to the Federation to assassinate this Lanse White?"

"Or is it through some other means?"

"Second, what I am most worried about now is our liquor business in the Federation; Christopher is dead; whether the people there can continue to complete our sales tasks, I'm afraid no one knows."

"Maybe someone can guess it, but they dare not say it, because I think so too."

"We will lose this important market in the Federation."

"Third, if we lose the sales channels in the Federation, the family's business will definitely need to make some adjustments next."

"We can't sell that much goods, our factory doesn't need to brew that much liquor, we don't have that much profit, and our expenses need to be rearranged."

Others listening to what he says nod one after another; this is a very mature and correct view.

Now, in fact, the most important thing to solve is the family income problem, not just the problem of revenge or not.

Leonardo's face is a bit flushed; he is not a fool, of course he can hear the meaning in these people's words, although he is also considering this.

He walks to the side of the chair and sits down, his eyes somewhat gloomy, "What is your idea?"

His son-in-law coughs, "My idea is that what we need to do most at present is to continue to expand our market; if we really lose the business in the Federation and can't find a substitute in a short time, there will be big trouble."

"Also, we don't sell these liquors directly to the Federation; we act as higher-level wholesalers, selling these liquors to smugglers in the Federation; as for where they want to transport them, it has nothing to do with us."

"Doing this will reduce our profits a bit, but it's better than having nothing."

Everyone in the room is listening to what he says, and Leonardo also gradually calms down; he thinks for a while, nods and says, "You can try it; this matter is handed over to you to do."

Indeed, wealth, a large amount of money, is the most basic guarantee for the continuous expansion of the family.

"Leon, he only uses such small tricks to scare you; do you think he and his people dare to come here?"

His son-in-law has a look of course, "This is Sumuli; even if the Prime Minister comes to power, the first thing he does is to visit us; this is our true home court."

"As long as it is him, or his people who come, we can ensure that they cannot leave alive, and he clearly knows this; otherwise he wouldn't have sent such a thing to disgust you; he should have brought people over."

"So, rest assured, with us here, there won't be any problems."

"The only problem now is the sales channel."

Under their persuasion, Leonardo gradually lets go of his unease about this matter; Lanse indeed dare not come here; the entire island is full of their people.

"There is another problem.", Leonardo's nephew asks, "Although Doffer is dead, he still has some subordinates, and that someone (brother-in-law) is still in the Federation; should we withdraw them, or find something for them to do?"

Christopher's ability to open up liquor sales in the Federation depends entirely on his familiarity with federal gangs; he knows how to communicate with these gangs.

Before, they had no competitors, but now, the most powerful competitor has appeared, and they are very likely to have no way at all.

No one in the room answers this question, because they cannot answer it.

Leonardo thinks for a while and says, "Let them continue to find ways to maintain the current sales volume and channels, and avoid friction with the Lanse family as much as possible; I think..."

He looks at the three people sitting at the front of these people, "Someone still needs to sit in charge over there."

"Everyone says the Federation is the future of the world; I didn't believe this saying before, but now I believe it."

"Except for the Federation, other places can't sell that much liquor."

"Before, there was Christopher; although this little bastard was often not very obedient, at least in terms of making money, he didn't have any big problems."

"Now that he has been finished off, we need someone who can replace him to issue orders in the Federation."

"Not everything has enough time to be sent back for us to discuss, then make a choice, and then notify them."

The other three think for a while and feel that this is indeed a very important matter.

After discussing for thirty or forty minutes, the matter is basically settled; Leonardo's nephew will take people to the Federation to preside over the work.

At Leonardo's request, his nephew can consider first forming a federal gang dominated by Sumuli people, and then use this gang to confront Lanse White's Lanse family.

After confirming everyone's work, Leonardo returns to the side of the gambling table; everyone at the card table finds that his situation is a bit wrong, and people who have a good relationship with him even jokingly test what happened to him, but he doesn't say.

If the other three major families know that his trade with the Federation has been cut off, he believes he will become a joke in Sumuli's upper-class society.

The head of the Bianchi family, one of the four major families, has been threatened by a federal gang; the Bianchi family's image and deterrent power on the island will plummet.

He rolls his eyes and focuses on the poker in his hand, "Nothing, it's all small things."

Not long after he finishes speaking, he cannot help but curse "egg" and slams the poker onto the table; he has lost again.

That's how it is at the gambling table; when you are upset, the probability of losing money is much higher than usual, as if there is some invisible force operating all of this!

After losing several hands of cards in a row, his temper is a bit uncontrollable, but he cannot vent it at the gambling table; he slams the cards in his hand and stands up, "Boring, you guys play, I'm going to rest."

Others naturally will not refuse; after Leonardo walks far away, the people at the gambling table begin to guess what kind of terrible situation he has encountered that can make him so angry!

Ever since Christopher helped him sell liquor to the Federation, Leonardo's personal cultivation has improved quite a bit.

Money can not only satisfy people's material needs, but in fact, it can also satisfy people's spiritual needs.

What can make the current Leonardo "break his skill" must not be a small matter! ===== CHAPTER 1230 =====