Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Tang Tang was satisfied with Alberto's attitude.

It should be understood that, in many cases, those in positions of power who have been in power for a long time know that human nature can lead them to become complacent, arrogant, foolish, and unaware of their own shortcomings.

But this legendary Mafia godfather did not. Even when he needed to use a wheelchair for a long time due to leg problems, he still maintained a considerable level of exercise, and despite the torment of cancer, the contours of his muscles are still visible under his well-fitting suits.

As a clearly young person and a junior, Tang Tang held a certain degree of respect and admiration for this godfather, who was also a father.

Amidst the intense fragrance of flowers, the atmosphere was solemn and tense. The young Tangtang and the old Alberto gazed at each other in the gentle July breeze, seemingly witnessing a destined transfer of power.

She approached slowly, speaking fluent and gentle Italian, "I will not let down a respectable head of the household, nor can I bear to let down a loving father."

No one moved, and the old butler simply stared quietly at Tang Tang.

As she approached, her soft, white hands rested on the old godfather's wheelchair behind him, creating a natural distinction between her and the old man dressed in black.

With a slight push, she then personally led Alberto into the brightly lit hall.

The expensive wheelchair still made a slight sound as it moved, its tires rubbing against the marble floor that resembled a magnificent religious mural. Everyone stood solemnly outside the gate, watching the old man and the young man gradually walk away.

The old butler, his aged gaze fixed on his equally aged master, slowly closed the door for the two of them.

.......

The two did not discuss business.

Tang Tang could smell the aroma of the food, a familiar and complex flavor.

Is it Chinese food?

Is it Chinese food, or Chinese food from different departments?

Alberto hired four or five renowned Chinese chefs for Tang Tang; in the Mafia's territory, no one would refuse to give them face.

Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, and even Northeastern cuisine cooked in small iron pots.

Looking at the familiar dishes, Tang Tang sighed softly, "I can feel your concern. Perhaps it would be better for you if we finished discussing things first."

She was fearless and therefore not tormented, but Alberto was perhaps waiting for an answer.

“Thank you, I am indeed in a hurry,” Alberto subconsciously stroked his thick, white beard, his violet eyes quietly looking at Tang Tang. “Please state your request, Miss Tang. I think since you’ve come here, you must have something you need. Perhaps it would be better if we were more honest.”

Tang Tang pondered, trying to summarize the language.

She couldn't very well tell the Godfather directly, "I made up an identity as an Italian Mafia member before, and now I'm trying to cover up my lie. Would you consider letting me become your daughter in name only so I can inherit your power?"

Alberto probably thought she was crazy.

Moreover, she is determined to be a pure Chinese citizen. If she were to inherit the power in full and under her real name, she would definitely be on the national security list after returning to China.

Therefore, she needs a special status and a certain amount of power.

She crossed her arms, rested her chin gently on them, gazed into the godfather's pale purple eyes, and slowly began to speak, "I cannot tell you the reason. In fact, I do not lack wealth, but I simply need a new identity."

"A rather special status within the Italian Mafia, of course, also requires certain privileges."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but laugh. It's unlikely anyone would guess her true purpose, because she was genuinely just pretending, not trying to gain power and cause trouble.

This is somewhat funny; she really goes to great lengths to show off.

Alberto gently turned the power ring on his thumb, the atmosphere becoming somewhat tense. "I am the head of the Newkman family and the godfather of the Mafia. I need to be responsible for everyone behind me."

Tang Tang nodded in agreement; it was true.

If Alberto had readily agreed, she would have suspected that this great godfather might have some other ulterior motive.

"Of course, but you should also understand that as the owner of the reagents, if I were to trade them with the United States, those money-grubbing guys would easily give me any honor I want."

But in reality, it's impossible for her to produce this reagent in large quantities at present...

cough.

She looked up at her godfather, "But I didn't."

Ultimately, she will never actually join the Mafia, but not officially joining the Mafia does not mean that her status is unimportant.

"I will take responsibility for all my activities, and I will also provide at least 10 billion in personal funds to support my own subordinates."

"I only need to use this identity occasionally..."

Alberto couldn't help but hesitate in surprise, "Wait, Miss Tang, how much did you say?"

Tang Tang smiled confidently, a look of immense wealth on her face. "Ten billion."

Then she slowly uttered two more words, "US dollars."

“Miss Tang, the Newkman family will be your best friends.”

Alberto agreed quite readily. Oh my god, that's a billion dollars! Only a fool would refuse.

"But within the Newman family, the only authority is in my hands, and secondly in the hands of my heir."

“Miss Tang, we all know that you can never be my heir, whether in terms of status or nationality. Even if I need your help, I would never gamble with the entire Newman family.”

"Of course, but you must admit that, apart from me, no matter who you choose as your successor, they would not dare to take action against America, nor would they be able to avenge Mr. Alberto."

Alberto's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at Tang Tang's face, which wore a faint smile. He unconsciously repeated, his tone extremely complex, "Revenge?"

"revenge."

Tang Tang tilted her head, her words slow and deliberate yet filled with a chilling intent: "The United States has always been arrogant, as Mr. Alberto is well aware of. They have done countless beastly things, such as forcibly assassinating presidents, provoking wars, and imposing malicious sanctions."

However, due to various considerations, many games will not have a result, so the United States is becoming more and more arrogant and reckless.

But Tang Tang can do it, and only Tang Tang can do it.

The girl's clear and pure voice was like a gentle stream, yet it stirred up a raging storm in Alberto's heart.

“Godfather, I don’t need the Newman family; I just need everyone’s respect and enough freedom.”

"Everything I want is within my grasp."

"The Newkman family can have everything."

Like the temptation of the devil, or perhaps the salvation of God.

"Only one identity is needed?"

"All you need is an identity, that's all."

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