American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 100 Win More
Luca walked straight to the long table above the podium in the hall and sat down.

Chairman Fitz, the fat man, also came over and sat next to Luca. To Luca's right was Frank.

Luca sat in the middle, and neither of them had any objections.

As more and more workers entered the hall, Fitz leaned closer and whispered to Luca, "Pigeon, these workers were instigated by the Sally Bugs. In fact, most of the workers don't have the guts to resist you. You just need to deal with the Sally Bugs."

Sally Luca thought disdainfully, "A little bug like me dares to jump out and cause trouble. Is he really a local bully who isn't afraid of outsiders? He's used to lording it over people in this area. Does he even dare to mess with the New York family?"
Luca doesn't believe there wasn't some instigation from the Gilovice family behind this.

Old cunt!
The Genovese family's practices are hard to describe. From the big boss to the lower-level members, they've all learned to find someone to take the lead while they hide behind.

Even after Gambino's death, this family will continue to cause trouble and create problems in various places.
Luca nodded, then looked at Frank on the other side, "Mr. Sheeran, it's been a long time. I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip to Jersey City."

“It’s all I should do,” Frank said politely. “We’re all members of the truckers’ union, and helping each other is how we make the union stronger.”

Luca nodded slightly. Frank had done a good job as chairman, and had indeed helped many workers solve their problems.

The painter works for the Mafia, but he also genuinely considers Jimmy Hoffa a friend and wants to look after the union for him.

In the end, even best friends turned on each other by shooting each other in the back.
That shot was far too cruel.

Life is full of so many unavoidable choices, and Frank can only carry out the word "loyalty" to the end. Perhaps this is a "aftereffect" of being a soldier. No matter how complicated the emotional factors are, they must be kept in his heart and always put orders from his superiors first.

Soon, the workers arrived at the site one after another.

Luca saw the Sally Bug's panel pop up in his eyes, a D card with hardly any camera.

Sali was also sizing up Luca, his eyes filled with apprehension.

Sally gritted his teeth, suppressing his inner panic. "That kid," he thought to himself.

The resistance they designed to block the gate was so easily broken by someone else?
At that moment, Sally suddenly thought of Joe Gallo, and realized that she had never felt such fear when she met that madman Gallo.

"With me here, you won't be able to get involved with the 560 Guild smoothly!"

A murderous glint flashed in Sally's eyes as she pondered what methods she could use to deal with Pigeon. She needed to find the right opportunity.

Luca moved the microphone closer to himself and said loudly:
Friends!

All the workers looked up at him. “Some of you have expressed concerns about the changes in the union leadership. Well, I understand your feelings. Change is always unsettling. I’m here today to address your concerns and to fulfill the promise I made to Chairman Fitz.”

Fitz: "???"

What promises did you make to me? Did you agree to a joint gasoline business?

“Let’s get straight to the point.” Luca paused, his voice suddenly hardening. “First, let me ask you a question: After all these years of the ProManagement Union, how much have your wages increased? How much of your health insurance has been paid out? Has there been any improvement in your retirement fund plan?”

Whispers began to circulate among the audience: "That bastard Pro is lucky he hasn't squeezed everyone dry. How can we expect him to do us any good?"

When Fitz heard Luca's words, his heart skipped a beat. Dude, why are you bringing up things that the workers care about? You can't just make empty promises like that.

Frank looked at Luca with surprise, only to hear him continue, "And I, after receiving the letter of appointment as chairman a few days ago, within just a few days, reached cooperation agreements with thousands of gas stations in New Jersey, and also signed cooperation agreements with gasoline companies like Mobil!"

Luca gave Jimmy a look, signaling him to send out the documents and materials he had prepared earlier.

"Starting next week! All 560 workers involved in gasoline transportation will receive a 20% increase in base salary! Night shift workers will also receive an additional 25% wage subsidy! In addition, Mobil and these gasoline wholesale companies will cover 50% of your family members' medical insurance premiums. These are the benefits I have truly secured for you!"

Wow!
The crowd erupted in uproar, many with disbelief in their eyes, their clenched fists bulging with veins, unable to contain their excitement.

Such a big pay raise! And medical insurance too!
These conditions far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Fitzgerald is speechless. Seriously, are you really throwing money around? Aside from Mobil, aren't all those gasoline companies owned by you and the Russians?

Frank's eyes flickered as he looked at Luca, a surge of excitement and gratitude welling up within him as well.

Because he was also a truck driver—before working for the Mafia, he worked hard driving trucks to support his family, but he earned too little money and eventually turned to crooked ways for money.
Luca raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling for everyone to be quiet. He had noticed that the expressions of the workers who had resisted the most fiercely had changed from resistance to confusion, and then to anticipation.

What can you gain from resistance?

Luca raised his voice and continued, "But our union needs unity. Division only pleases the bosses, giving them the opportunity to sow discord among us. Those who incite and instigate among themselves..."

He glanced at Sally, seemingly casually, and said, "It will only harm the interests of all the workers!"

He wanted to turn his own desires into the desires of the masses. Luca remembered this very clearly, so his gasoline tax business was designed to get these workers to drive trucks one after another to transport that black gold.

unity is strength.

“I have a lot of evidence that Sally misappropriated union funds and engaged in corruption. He withheld your wages, altered your contracts, and took a cut for himself. This instigator who infringes on your rights will be expelled from the union!”

Many workers glared at Sali with resentment, because what Luca said was true.

As soon as Luca finished speaking, Sally jumped up, pointing at Luca's nose, "Luca! You bastard! I've worked so hard for the union, and you can't expel me, Fitz? You're the one who betrayed me, aren't you?"

Fitz chuckled sheepishly. "You're just a worm. You can't beat a pigeon. You'll only end up as someone else's food."

Several Lucchese soldiers surrounded Sally, grabbed his arms, and dragged him out the door amidst the commotion.

Luca shook his head, making a heartbroken expression: "Look, this is the result of emotions overcoming reason. Don't worry, everyone, Sally will be properly settled by the union. Even after the vice president retires, he will still receive his share from the union's pension fund."

So you can rest assured to entrust your future to me. I will take good care of everything for you. Even after you retire, the union will pay for your pension and your children's education expenses.

Because we are one big family!

Luca waved his hand, and Jimmy brought over a box. Luca opened it and showed everyone the bright green banknotes inside.

"This is for Sally. Although he is not a very qualified vice president, I will give him a dignified ending."

Jimmy handed the box to Sally, saying, "Take your money and leave."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Sally looked at the alley in front of her with an uncertain expression. Damn it, are they going to send me away with this little bit of money?
Fuck you! Just you wait!

Sally took the box with a huff and left the union without looking back.

Luca smiled with satisfaction: "From today onward, my office door is always open to anyone with constructive suggestions regarding union decisions. But for those who attempt to divide us and undermine the results of the negotiations..."

He didn't finish speaking, but just glanced meaningfully at the entrance of the hall.

"The union will never tolerate such parasites and will stop them from harming our union and destroying our big family!"

After Luca finished speaking, Fitz stepped in to smooth things over, smiling as he picked up the microphone and said, "Let's welcome Mr. Greco to become the new president of our 560 Truck Drivers Union!"

Clap clap clap!

The room erupted in applause, especially from those not wearing the Pro badge, who clapped most enthusiastically! Those who had participated in the boycott also temporarily set aside their prejudices and welcomed the new president. At least, the new president had indeed secured very generous benefits.

Luca smiled and said, "Let's value harmony and create a wonderful family together!"

You initially resolved the internal conflict within the truck drivers' union; you upheld the union's peace.

[Gain Skill Points x20]

[Gained 10 Skill Fragments]

[Memory +5%]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 26]

After the inauguration ceremony, workers lined up to receive the new contracts promised by Luca.

It is written clearly in black and white on the paper and has legal effect.

This is a tangible benefit.

The new president is really great!

Seeing the many workers' happy faces filled Frank with great satisfaction.
"Pigeon, thank you for everything you've done for everyone."

This time, he took the initiative to reach out his hand, and Luca grasped it firmly. Both of them felt the thick calluses on each other's palms.

[Bond: Familiarity]

Luca arrived at the chairman's office and sat comfortably in the chairman's reserved seat.

This will be the territory of the peace ambassador from now on.

An hour's drive from Manhattan, the peace ambassadors have another place to stay.

However, Luca hadn't considered these things regarding his daily work; he could simply arrange for a few of his family brothers to come and manage the guild.

Follow the rules and don't tarnish the reputation of a peace ambassador.

"Jimmy."

Luca instructed, "Have Brian, Leon, and all my family brothers join the union. I'll give you a list later, and you can handle their driver's licenses and union memberships."

Send a rare card a big gift package. Once Frank's skills are acquired, there will be an additional guild driver trust bonus.

There should be more trust between people.

Luca: "In addition, the workers' pay raises and benefits will be deducted from the profits of the major cooperating gas stations and gasoline companies! If they want our cheap gasoline, they have to agree to this condition! You handle this matter."

"give it to me."

“We could divert a portion of the workers’ pension fund to invest in gas stations and refineries, or even buy a few. Additionally, we could partner with Jordan to invest in companies and stocks.”

"it is good."

"Don't forget to deduct a commission from it. Find someone you trust to handle it, and deduct 10% as commission."

Jimmy immediately understood. The 560 union had so many pension funds, and each investment transaction had a cut deducted from the total amount. It was a considerable sum, but the returns from those investments would be fed back into the union fund.

Money only makes money when it's invested; it won't generate more money if it stays in your account.

Jimmy thought to himself that with Old Pigeon's sure-fire investments, the union's fund might actually grow bigger and bigger.

Luca made money, the union made money, and the workers also received benefits and security.

Jimmy felt that Old Pigeon was becoming increasingly adept at handling these peaceful business dealings.

Old Pigeon is a real money-maker; his money makes money, endlessly, far surpassing his brothers in the family.

Meanwhile, in another apartment...

Sally returned home, opened the box, and took out all the bright green banknotes.

Fortunately, they managed to salvage some of the pigeon's resources; the pigeon didn't go too far.

Just then, a small, dark head suddenly appeared from under the pile of money, flicking its tongue and staring intently at him with its triangular eyes.

Swish!
The Black Mamba bent its body and shot out like an arrow, biting down on Sally's arm.

Venom injected into the body.

Sally felt himself gradually losing control of his breathing and muscles, all of them going numb. He collapsed to the ground, convulsing, reaching out to touch the money, his eyes still filled with longing.

It's unclear whether it's a desire for life or a yearning for money.

Shortly after, Sally died, and a tall, dark figure entered the room and took all the money.

Lyon called Luca: "Target confirmed dead, money still available. Should I send it to you?"

Luca casually said, "Keep those tens of thousands for yourself. How about buying a car? Our SSR Club's security supervisor should definitely have a good car."

Lyon: "."

Why not buy a few more Silver Queen plants?

“You’ve worked hard, Lyon,” Luca said again. “With you behind me, I can move forward with confidence. We are one. You are like my shadow. No matter where I go, you will follow me, right? If you want, I will take you to a higher place to see the scenery of this world. One day, this world will be full of silver queens.”

Lyon, who was already very familiar with Luca, paused for a few seconds before stammering, "The world is so big, do I need to water these Silver Queens myself?"

Luca: "Hahahaha!"

Lyon smiled too.

[Bond: Close Friend]

[Ring Trick] and [Shadow Raid] unlocked.

Leon, carrying the money, quickly disappeared from the room without a trace.

Downstairs, Lyon stood in the shadows, looking up into the distance. He could vaguely see the New York Harbor lighthouse, flashing rhythmically in the night, like the city's never-ending heartbeat.

(End of this chapter)