Mr. Consultant

Giuseppe, the advisor, after dismissing Xavier with a very nasty joke, considered calling Gustavo.Of course, he believed Paul's rhetoric, and also confirmed that those bookkeeping points with large losses were once the property of Albert.But he didn't believe that Albert would let such a loss go. With the character of that self-confident cornerman, he would definitely report these situations to Don Barone in exchange for a little sympathy.And if Don Barrone knew about it, there was no reason for Giuseppe to figure out the ins and outs of it until now.

So he calmed down and tried to analyze Albert's motives.He thought, what if this thing is not what he sees it?Perhaps Albert didn't want Don Barone and Giuseppe to know about the loss of the bookkeeping point at all. After all, "Grand Garden" had "Grand Garden" finances, and this finance was once in charge of him.And in the final analysis, although the business in the second half of the year is not good, it will not lose money to this field.Could it be that there are other secrets hidden in these shrinking assets?

And at the same time when Giuseppe raised these questions, things suddenly became clear like a puddle of water. Albert had calculated everything, but he hadn't calculated his own death.Those losses were not accidental, let alone an unfortunate accident. The nasty hornet pocketed the profits of the bookkeeping under his name, and then falsified the accounts in an attempt to reduce the family's commission on his operating income.And if he is lucky, he can even get a small subsidy.

Of course, with Albert's ability, the books he forged could never be hidden from Giuseppe's eyes.But so what? After all, the finances of the "big garden" are under his control. As long as there is no accident, these books will never appear in Giuseppe's eyes.But Albert was dead, executed by Giuseppe, and his management of the East End passed into the hands of the consultant, and those disgusting crimes finally surfaced.

Thinking of this, Giuseppe was quite sure that Albert had hidden an unknown property somewhere, which was accumulated by making false accounts.He roughly estimated the size of the property at between $30 and $[-], which made him feel an uncontrollable exasperation.Giuseppe couldn't bear his hard work, and even the money he earned while living in London went to that fat man's pocket!

But the extreme anger made him calm down again, and he put down his hand that had picked up the phone receiver.He thinks it is not suitable to tell Gustavo about this matter at this stage.After all, Gustavo is the second-in-command, too far away from the family's economic affairs, and he is the current steward of the "big garden". Notifying him is like provoking those old guys.And among those old guys, there may be Albert's accomplices, or there may be people who share the same interests as Albert.

So he thought about it carefully, and felt that he should let Paul do things for him. After all, he was from the "big garden". Although he was not so popular, he was better than the employees of the Brownstone Building.And when Paul finds out about this matter, he will report to Gustavo and give those old guys a little deterrence, so that it will be more or less safe.

After thinking about these things, Giuseppe was somewhat relieved.He climbed into bed early, ready to make up for what he lost yesterday, the chance to have a good rest.Giuseppe is already 35 years old, and he feels that he is old, and it is not easy to compare with those young people.His goal at this time should not be to accomplish many achievements, but to strive for as long as possible to live a hundred years, and then survive a few enemies who are older than him.

So, this hysterical workaholic gentleman thought ridiculously that he could escape the life of a workaholic, and turned off the desk lamp before twelve o'clock complacently.

Then the next morning, just before eight o'clock, he was woken from his bed by a storm of phone ringing.Giuseppe felt a little remorseful, he forgot to inform Luca of the fact that he would be a Mr. Health from today onwards.But in any case, he couldn't continue to regret it now, because the chattering phone ringing was driving him crazy.

So he threw back the covers, jumped out of bed with a sort of vigorous movement, and put on his gold-rimmed glasses and a cream-colored silk nightgown.He quickly came to the desk, and with the air of an emergency rescuer, he picked up the phone receiver on the corner of the desk.

On the other end of the phone was Luca, the baby-faced youth assistant. His report was as concise as ever:

"Consultant, Cesare wants to see you, he has found out about Erwin."

After hearing what he said, Giuseppe remembered that this was indeed the case.Elvin Turner, that poor Yankee congressman, had come to the Brownstone building in fear before, hoping to seek his help.In order to investigate Erwin's details, Giuseppe ordered Cesare, the head of the family in charge of the old town, to inquire about some news.Thankfully, his efficiency remains superb.

"You let him come here, I'll see him now." Giuseppe said to Luca, realizing that he might be destined to be busy all his life.He looked down at the calendar on the table again, today is the 24th, this date reminded him of some important things, so he said, "At noon today, before everyone is on holiday, go and check every department Have their affairs been settled? If they figure it out, let them pack their things and go on vacation with peace of mind."

Luca on the other end of the phone obediently agreed, and kindly reserved breakfast for Giuseppe.He read to Giuseppe a few telegrams congratulating Christmas, some trivial greetings from businessmen with business contacts, and then hung up the phone in the mechanical confirmation sound of the consultant.

Giuseppe put down the receiver and rubbed the bridge of his nose to wake himself up.He turned around and went back to the bathroom with bare feet, brushing his teeth and washing his face with quick movements, and combed his soft, shiny blond hair into a side part.However, he got up too late, and Giuseppe looked at his watch and estimated the time it would take Cesare to go upstairs.He made some calculations in his mind, and decided not to change into the suit he usually wears, after all, he was a little tight on time.And he'd much rather be walking around in a baggy cream silk nightgown than being caught changing.

So when Cesare walked into the office, he saw Giuseppe leaning against the desk lazily, with a hickey-marked chest exposed from the open neckline.Cesare suddenly had a headache, and he said to Giuseppe:

"Consultant, I can swear to God, if it weren't for today being the last day before the holiday, I would never choose this morning to see you."

After hearing this, Giuseppe lowered his neck and laughed lowly like a fox.He wiped his glasses with the sleeve of his nightgown, and said, "Believe it or not, I'm thinking about taking a good rest next year and going to bed early and getting up early."

"Christ!"

Cesare was a little exaggerated, and screamed with fear on his face.He was a tall, slender young man with northern Italian features, blond hair and blue eyes, with a few freckles on his cheeks, but handsome features.At this time, he was wearing a cheap and loose herringbone pattern suit, like those homeless people who can be seen everywhere on the street, pulling on the old leather shoes on his feet.Like a projector, he moved the life of the small townspeople in the old city into this finely crafted brownstone building.

The reason why Cesare was so surprised by Giuseppe's thoughts, and even felt incredible, was that he had known this consultant for a long time, long enough to suspect that Giuseppe was not a flesh and blood body, but Some kind of sophisticated, sophisticated machine.

But the first person he knew was Giuseppe's mentor Antonio, Barone's previous advisor.Cesare was almost fed by Antonio's handouts. When he was young and helpless and living on the streets, the old man's words and woolen scarf seemed like a gift from the gods.

After Cesare grew up, he joined Barone's organization like many teenagers who depended on Barone for his life, and became a buttonman who specialized in scouting news.He is very smart and good at expressing his respect, which made him a cornerstone of the old city in just a few years, and he was deeply cared for and relied on by Giuseppe.

And the much-reliable hornhead, clapping the brown paper bag full of documents in his hand, complained to Giuseppe: "Ervin Turner, hell, you know how much he is affected by those 50-year-old ladies." Are you welcome?"

After Cesare finished speaking, he saw that the consultant was indifferent, so he handed the file bag to Giuseppe, and explained: "But other than that, he was born in the central rural areas, and the only big city he has been to is New York, and he was It's not like a person to be excluded. Advisor, I guarantee you with my reputation, this guy is completely fine, because even if you choose an undercover agent, you should choose someone more pleasing."

"Bastard, when did your reputation become so valuable?"

Giuseppe raised his eyebrows and answered sharply in Italian.He took the information bag in Cesare's hand, quickly took out the documents inside, and looked at it carefully, while taking out a pack of cigarettes from the corner of the pile of documents.He shook out one with one hand, and sandwiched the slender white cigarette between his index and middle fingers.His fingers were very long and slender, and a little morning sunshine leaked out from the gaps between the fingers.

Seeing this, Cesare immediately took out the lighter from his pocket, leaned over to light the cigarette for the elegant consultant.He saw Giuseppe smiled lightly when he approached, with some white teeth showing at the corners of his mouth.Then the advisor tilted his head and said to him in a soft voice, like a lover's whisper:

"I want to know something."

After hearing what he said, Cesare didn't feel any tenderness at all.He just realized in the back of his mind that another poor wretch was going to be the target of the consultant's investigation.But he still tried his best to search for possible characters in his mind. Maybe it was an estranged politician, maybe an employee with poor performance, but in short, that person would face a disaster.Cesare was convinced of this, which led to his idiot-like expression after hearing Giuseppe's answer.

"Go and check on Albert." Giuseppe said this, and frowned to express his puzzlement at Cesare's surprised reaction.

Obviously, Albert's disaster had already come, and this big fat man who was crawling around was already dead and couldn't die anymore.But why did Giuseppe still mention him, a man so secretive?Cesare felt the need to clarify the situation, fearing that he did not really understand the intention of the advisor, so he said:

"I thought it was over with Albert."

Giuseppe nodded after listening to him.He understood Cesare's concerns, and restarting the investigation of Albert would mean blatantly tearing up the scars of those old-school figures.But Giuseppe could not let Barone's money be taken by a foolish traitor, which would be the greatest humiliation to him, so he said to Cesare:

"Just yesterday, I suspected that Albert was greedy for a bookkeeping point of profit. I asked Paul, Paul Greco to investigate this matter, but I don't trust him, and I don't trust his ability. I need your help I'll check to see if Albert had any friends when he was alive, or if he had some other activities somewhere we don't know about."

"He didn't give the money to his wife?"

"Although Albert is an Italian, a pure Italian. But he has done a lot of inexplicable things that don't seem to be Italians. He couldn't have given the money to his wife. Hell, that The old woman broke into the brownstone a week ago to blackmail me!"

"Wait... wait, there are still people in this world who dare to blackmail you?"

Giuseppe himself laughed, and said, "I didn't believe it until she rushed towards me aggressively."

Cesare also laughed, but he immediately straightened his face and said to Giuseppe: "I am happy to serve you. It's just this kind of annoying job, you have to give me some rewards other than money." Okay, for example... someday go out for a meal with me?"

"no way."

Giuseppe flatly rejected Cesare's offer, and kicked him on the knee, urging him to go back to work in the old city immediately.Giuseppe kicking without leather shoes is not painful at all, but it is enough to make Cesare leave the office as if fleeing for his life, deeply terrified at his offense.

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