new York.

A car stopped in front of the Plaza Hotel.

Roland Perkins of Creative Artists Agency (CAA) and Mario Puzo's wife Lina got out of the car and walked into the hotel.

Roland Perkins, who arrived in New York with Blumer's butler Peart, was not in a hurry to find Coppola and Mario.

He first got together with some old friends and inquired around in New York circles, but he didn't hear any news about forming a crew for "The Godfather".

Later, Roland Perkins got Mario's home phone number through the editor who helped Mario Puzo publish his novels, and after contacting Lina, he made today's visit.

. . .

Roland Perkins, following Lina, came to the door of Coppola and Mario's room and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a young man whom neither of them knew.

The young man looked Roland and Roland up and down, then turned to look into the room and shouted: "Mario, come on!"

"Ah~ what's wrong?"

Mario held a small piece of pizza in his hand and looked towards the door. .

"Um...Alto, that's my wife..."

"Oh.."

"Where is this one? Who is he?"

"I'm Roland Perkins, Mario's..."

"Roland? How did you find this place?" Coppola, who heard the sound in the room, walked not far from the door and asked in surprise.

Seeing that both of them were acquaintances, Alto gave up his seat and made a gesture of invitation to them.

Lina saw the look Mario threw at her, and smiled politely at Alto, nodded, and thanked him.

Roland noticed the interaction between Lina and Mario, and followed Lina into the room politely.

A few people exchanged pleasantries and sat down.

Alto walked to the bar, poured himself a drink, and watched the chat of several people.

Coppola said cheerfully to Roland: "You came to us not to promote your CAA actors, right?"

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

"What about you? Are you busy writing the script? How is the progress?"

"..not so good!"

Mario looked at the pizza that was taken away by his wife and replied in a muffled voice.

Roland felt a little amused as he watched Lina tidy up the room, put away all the "delicious" fast food, and then laughed softly at Mario.

"It seems... you should go to Los Angeles and find a place with a nice view."

"Haha~" Mario agreed. .

Aalto, who was not far away, said: "They can't finish the script and can't go anywhere!"

"...Okay~"

Roland looked at the expressions of Coppola and Mario and held back his laughter. Knowing their situation at this time, he changed the topic and smiled.

"Most of the scenes in your movie need to be shot in New York, right?"

"Where's the crew? Do you have any clues?"

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Coppola smiled bitterly and shook his head: "We haven't signed a contract with Paramount yet..."

"We can only talk about establishing the crew after we finish the script~"

"Paramount?"

Roland leaned back, blinked, and said with a smile, "Paris Dickler, the CEO of Paramount, is in New York."

"You... don't know yet, right?"

"what do you know?"

"The boss of Paramount's parent company, that Austrian madman Charlie, wants to sell Paramount..."

"The buyer has already agreed to the offer he made to Paramount..."

"what?"

"We just came back from Los Angeles a few days ago? When...when did this happen?"

Roland shrugged, spread his hands and said, "This morning's news!"

"Um...who is the buyer?"

"You probably don't know Livlin, the youngest daughter of the Los Angeles tycoon and old Cherov~"

Coppola and Mario looked at each other, and it was true that they had never heard the name of this super rich second-generation lady. .

Roland looked at the two people who were a little downcast and confused, and then smiled and said: "You should contact David first~"

"Listen, what are his plans for this matter!"

Alto, who had been listening with open ears, then asked: "Do you know David?"

"...Yes~"

"When we were in Los Angeles, we were on the Santa Monica beach together and had a great chat~"

"This time I came to New York, I also wanted to find David to win some roles for the actors under our agency in the movie "The Godfather"~"

"Coppola, I brought a list of actors under the company!"

"Whoever meets your conditions, I can make the decision, at the lowest price, or even for free... let them star in the movie "The Godfather"!"

With that said, Roland took out a document from the briefcase he brought with him and handed it to Coppola.

Coppola, holding the cast list in his hand, turned to look at Artaud: "Do you want to watch it together?"

Alto shook the wine glass in his hand, stood up with a smile and shook his head: "Your name is Roland Perkins, right?"

"..right!"

"If you have nothing else to do, please leave a phone number~"

"David will know about this~"

"If it's like what you said, he will look for you!"

Roland was stunned for a moment, then stood up, smiled and nodded to Alto: "Thank you~ This is my number in New York~"

A few minutes later, Roland left.

Mario's wife Zina, after tidying up the room, got into Mario's bedroom, closed the door, and never came out again. .

Alto looked at Mario and Coppola who were in a daze, chuckled, and said, "You guys, why don't you continue?"

"Ah~ yes, yes!"

"continue!"

"Mario, where did we just talk?"

"..."

----

new York.

Kennedy International Airport.

A flight from Madrid, the capital of Spain, has just arrived.

Twenty minutes later.

Passengers on the flight walked out, pushing and carrying their luggage.

CIA director Ezra Kress and several of his subordinates stood far behind the crowd picking up the plane at the exit, carefully observing the flow of people coming out.

Soon.

A pair of intimate lovers and a middle-aged man with wrinkled clothes caught Cremo's attention.

He turned his head and said a few words to the men beside him, who then turned around and called a few people and walked towards the couple and the middle-aged man.

ten minutes later.

In an office inside the airport.

After Claymo nodded and thanked the person who brought him coffee, he looked at the middle-aged man and smiled.

"I never thought I would have the chance to see you again, Mr. Gardener!"

The middle-aged man crossed his hands and placed them on his legs casually, whispering without any fluctuations in his expression.

"I don't remember...what's your name? Do you mind telling me your name?"

"Ezra Claymore!"

"Cremo...sir!"

"I came to New York this time to deal with some personal matters. It has nothing to do with the shitty things that your CIA cares about!"

Cremo took a sip of coffee, shrugged to Mr. Gardener and said, "According to the previous agreement, you came directly to New York without reporting to any department in our country."

"I can definitely detain you for 48 hours and then send you back..."

"If it's really like you said, to deal with personal matters..."

"You can tell us and we can do it for you~"

Mr. Gardener still had a dull expression and continued in a low voice: "No, book me the nearest flight and I'll leave!"

"No, sir~ I just said you can't leave after 48 hours!"

"There are people waiting for you outside the door, and they will arrange a room for you~"

The middle-aged man looked back at Claymo for a few seconds, opened the door, and walked out.

After a few minutes.

The couple sat opposite Claymo.

"Both of you, although the information we can find is very limited..."

"But you two should understand!"

"Someone will have a good chat with you later~ Please be patient and don't let us all fall into a more embarrassing situation!"

The man in the couple smiled, clasped his hands together, leaned forward, looked at Cremo and said.

"Detain us for 48 hours? Hahaha~"

Claymo's face turned cold, and he said with a trace of disdain: "You all have nothing to do with me!"

"Hope you guys will have a happy holiday!"

After Claymore finished speaking, he walked out of the room.

----

Night falls.

Eastern New York.

On the Gold Coast of Long Island, in the courtyard of Livlin's villa, in front of the big house.

David got out of the car, looked at his second brother Lavis, patted him on the shoulder twice, and said with a smile: "If you have any ideas, just tell me directly!"

"You know, I will support you in any decision you make!"

"...Okay!" Lavis twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a smile.

David raised his eyebrows and said to White Mike, Black Mike, and Giovanni who got out of the car and came over.

"Keep an eye on him for me!"

"Okay~" Mike Bai smiled and put his arm around Lavis's shoulders, throwing a look at David.

David nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the door of the villa.

. . .

Inside the villa.

David walked in and saw that the party Livlin was talking about tonight was only Leslie, her, Lilith and David. .

This. .

David looked at Lilith and Livlin in confusion: "Only...us?"

"Yeah~ I said, you are the only friends I have in New York~"

"Come on, I just prepared a gift for you~"

"Gifts? Uh..." David suddenly remembered that he should bring some gifts to the appointment. .

Lilith smiled and walked over to David who was in a daze, took his arm and said, "Let's go, I've always wanted to see Livlin's treasures! Haha~"

"Baby?...ok~ Do you want to go now?"

Livlin took Leslie's arm and smiled at David and the others: "Let's go, I'll take you to see the gifts~"

After several people walked out of the big house, the servants in Livlin Villa walked in front to lead the way to a semi-underground garage.

In the garage, as soon as the lights came on, David, who had been a little curious just now, his eyes straightened instantly. .

Under the lights, dozens of brand-new motorcycles of various models showed off their appearance to the crowd like soldiers forming a neat phalanx. .

"Oh my god~ Livlin, you...how many cars are there here?"

“Not even 50~”

"...Are they the gifts you mentioned?"

"Yeah~ of all the motorcycles here, you can choose the one you like~"

Livlin smiled and walked to a blue and black motorcycle with brown seats in the eyes of several people, and introduced it.

"This is a sports motorcycle, R1973s, started to be produced by BMW in 90~"

"It is equipped with a horizontally opposed twin-cylinder engine with a top speed of 124mph (approximately 200km/h) and can accelerate from 5 to 0 kilometers per hour in [-] seconds!"

“In the past few years, island country motorcycles have set off a wave of market intrusion in Europe~”

"In order to cope with the impact, BMW has launched new models to compete with Honda CB750, Kawasaki Z1 and other models."

"Lesley, what do you think of it?"

"Want... to try riding two laps?"

Leslie's eyes kept shining, but his expression was very complicated and he didn't reply. .

David felt the hand holding his arm move slightly.

He turned to look at Lilith and said with a teasing smile: "You also like motorcycles?"

"..Hmm~"

"Can you ride?"

"I can learn!"

"Uh... Hahaha~ I don't know how to ride either, so take me and let's learn together?"

"Okay~"

David took Lilith, and after the two of them nodded and thanked Livlin, they walked excitedly to the motorcycles parked in the garage and chose the one they liked.

Livlin glanced at Leslie calmly, who still had a troubled expression. With a smile on his lips, he followed David and introduced various models to them. .

She was attracted to Leslie, and it wasn't just a few days ago. .

All the motorcycles here were actually prepared by her for Leslie!

Livlin put in so much effort to place these dozens of motorcycles recovered from various places at high prices in this villa on Long Island. .

She had planned it~

Because Leslie is a super motorcycle enthusiast, and there are not a hundred but dozens of motorcycles in his collection at home.

If he could suppress his impulse tonight, Livlin would definitely be disappointed and even look down upon him. .

result. .

Leslie did not disappoint. .

When this guy saw David walking towards a Harley-Davidson motorcycle with special anniversary paint, he couldn't help but trotted over to David and grabbed the newbie who didn't know anything. There was a hint of complaint in it.

"You should go find these easy-to-handle models next to you and learn first. For example... this Ducaei 860GT or this Harley xr750 are both suitable for novices like you!"

"This FLH Electra Glide Alliance Edition produced by Harley-Davidson last year is painted with a very commemorative paint."

"Harley-Davidson produced only 44 units, and each one is the rarest collector's item!"

"It's a waste of money for a novice like you to use it to learn to drive..."

David looked at Leslie caressing this cool Harley with a big frame and high grips affectionately like a lover, and said with a smirk on his lips.

"Okay then~ I'll learn how to drive first, and I'll take this car with me when I leave!"

"Take it away? You... you choose something else. You can choose any car here~"

"Leave this car to me!"

"Leave it to you? For what?"

"Collection!"

"Oh, you bought such a cool motorcycle and you don't want to ride it? Do you leave it in the garage collecting dust every day?"

"...Who said I won't ride it anymore? I will take it out for a walk when I have time!"

David crossed his arms across his chest, glanced sideways in the direction of Livlin and Lilith, and said softly to Leslie.

"Haha~ That's okay..."

"But you have to teach me how to ride a bike!"

"Haha ~ no problem!"

David watched Riley circle around the two Harley-Davidson motorcycles and couldn't help but admire Livlin.

This silly boy. .He is already a fly on a cobweb~it is impossible to escape from the clutches of the devil!

----

The moon hid itself in a few clouds without people realizing it.

Manhattan, 53rd Street.

A figure was sitting in an old Ford sedan, staring at an independent apartment not far away.

After waiting for a while, the man in the car looked around, picked up a bag from the back seat, got out of the car, put on his hood, and walked towards the apartment.

He came to the side of the apartment, to a window that had already been selected, took out the tape, glued a small square piece of glass on his own, and tapped it a few times with a small hammer. After a few muffled sounds were heard from the glass, , like a torn handkerchief, it was thrown into a ball by the man and thrown at his feet.

The man opened the window, climbed into the room, observed silently for a few seconds, then walked lightly towards the stairs.

ten minutes later.

The man washed the blood off his hands in the bathroom on the second floor of the apartment.

He looked at his somewhat pale face in the mirror and silently smiled with satisfaction.

After a few minutes.

After making sure that nothing was missing, the man took his bag and walked out of the apartment through the back door.

He got into his car, glanced at a few pedestrians on the street, started the car, and disappeared into the night.

----

Boston.

Not far from Harvard University, in an old apartment building.

After Giles Norton Morgan said goodbye to his mentor, Armstrong Bartley, he stood on the street downstairs, looking at the light still on in the window, looking up in a daze.

After a few minutes.

Giles let out a long breath, turned around and got into the car, and whispered to the driver: "Let's go home!"

----

new York.

Brooklyn, beach rave club.

Ludy Sidric walked into the club with two of his men.

At the door, a waiter led the three of them to a large table in the corner against the wall.

Ludy smiled and nodded to the gang leader who invited him to come tonight, sat down and said with a smile.

"The last time we sat together... not counting the time at Bonini's, it seemed to be more than two years ago, right?"

"Haha~Yes!"

"What? Come to me tonight. Do you have anything?"

The gang leader who had participated in the Ponini Agreement winked at his subordinate sitting on the side. After watching him leave, he leaned forward and whispered to Ludi.

"People from the Cali Cartel are coming to New York!"

"They are looking around for information about you~"

"Oh?"

Lu Di raised his eyebrows, smiled and nodded slightly to the boss opposite: "Thank you!"

"We received some news and they also came to see you?"

The boss was a little surprised after hearing this, and then smiled and said: "It seems that Pacchio Herrera, who looks like a girl, is very busy today!"

"Hahaha~ I've only heard of him, but I haven't had the pleasure to meet him~"

"But you're not the first person to comment on him like this!"

"Hahaha~"

The boss smiled heartily, raised his glass to Ludy, and their glasses clinked together.

After putting down the glass, the boss talked about the real reason why he asked Ludy to come over tonight.

"Although I hate Pazio's womanizing behavior, the cocaine in his hands is of good quality and the price is very cheap~"

"I know you Sidric never touch this kind of business~"

"So, I want to buy a batch of cocaine from the Cali Group and sell it in Manhattan..."

"You want to go into a concession area and sell cocaine?"

"Yes~"

"Many entertainment hotels there have reopened, and there is a huge demand gap in the market~"

Ludi frowned and shook his head: "To tell you the truth, since the Bonini Agreement was signed, many people have contacted us and want to enter the area to sell cocaine."

"You're not the first, and you won't be the last!"

"I can't promise you this now~"

"That area does not belong to our family!"

The boss had obviously heard about this matter before, so he smiled and said, "Okay~ I won't go to that area to sell."

"I'll let someone... sell it outside, is that okay?"

This time, Lu Di only pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "Our family has given up most of the territory in Manhattan."

"Whatever you people who have obtained the territory want to do have nothing to do with us!"

"Hahaha~ Okay! With your words, I feel relieved!"

Lu Di turned the wine glass with his hand, looked at the boss with a smile, and said, "Did you just talk about the entertainment hotel?"

"You have some industries in the area, right?"

"Yes~"

"Well...then starting from the beginning of next month, every store will need to pay a fee~ You already know about this, right?"

The boss stopped his smile, tilted his head, looked at Ludy and asked, "I heard~"

"You can pay the money!"

"Where's your name? You have to give us an explanation, right?"

"Haha~ Don't get me wrong, man!"

"Our family will not take any of this money!"

"Half of this money is paid to an accounting firm to help you fill out tax forms and file taxes with the New York City government."

"The other half is for the police and the security company's auxiliary police fees."

The boss picked up the wine glass, took a sip, frowned and asked, "Filing taxes? You said those of us who run entertainment hotels and make money from women in the area also have to pay taxes?"

Ludy pushed the wine glass in his hand to the middle of the table, leaned forward, looked directly at the boss and asked.

"Al Capone, you know?"

"of course I know!"

"How was he caught?"

"Um...irs?"

"Haha~ Do you understand?"

The boss choked on his words. .

He suddenly remembered that he had just mentioned to Ludy about the business of selling cocaine in Manhattan. .

Do you have to pay tax when selling cocaine?

like. .Need it?

Emm. .

Seeing that the boss was silent, Lu Di stood up with a smile, tapped the table with his fingers and said: "For your businesses in the area, as long as you pay monthly fees, I guarantee that the IRS will not cause any trouble because of this. Come on." I’m looking for trouble for you~”

"As for other businesses you want to do, I have no control over them..."

“Dude, think about it, call me and tell me!”

"..ok!"

Lu Di waved to the boss, turned around and walked away coolly.

The boss looked at his leaving figure, leaned back, and frowned even more tightly.

Neither he nor Ludy mentioned any real estate development projects in the area just now.

In fact, the boss asked Ludy to meet today because he wanted to test whether the boy would mention this matter.

It seems. .The Sidrich family, this time in the real estate development project, does not want anyone to get involved.

The boss took out a cigarette, lit it, and after taking a puff, his eyes narrowed slightly in the smoke.

This time, Malkin Sr. asked Teleki, an old friend who has been active in Miami, Florida, to deal with some fools in New York who want to use their brains on real estate development projects. .

In the whole of New York, there are very few people left who know and know the Truckee.

The boss only met Traki twice by chance when he was young and knew that he was connected to the Sidrich family.

Malkin Sidrich Sr.!

That old guy keeps saying he's retiring and doesn't care about worldly affairs~

Now he popped up again and sent people to deal with those idiots who wanted to take advantage of the Sidrich family. .

This is what he calls xx. .Retirement?

fxxx!

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