Mr. Consultant

The dazzling lights flickered, like stars, like gems, like the eyes of a beautiful woman, like tears in the eyes.The hall is covered with bright woolen carpets, white tablecloths are covered on long solid wood tables, and there are exquisitely crafted dinner plates of various colors, as well as all the dishes in the plate.

Xavier was in a new tuxedo in black matte satin in an inconspicuous corner.His figure was a little too muscular for such a high-end and gentle dress, which made him look completely out of touch with those polite gentlemen, more like some double-faced thug.

However, Xavier didn't have the slightest opinion on this.Because in the final analysis, he is still the gangster from the slum.And no matter how much Giuseppe corrects his words and deeds, he can't become a civilized person who pretends to be like the consultant.Of course, it's not that he doesn't envy Giuseppe's ability to be both right and wrong, but when he thinks of those old men who are laughing and laughing, he feels a sincere nausea.After all, so far, there are only beautiful women who are worthy of the young master's efforts to please.

Oh, and maybe Giuseppe, a 36-year-old workaholic uncle.

Thinking of this, Xavier felt more and more that the consultant might be the most inexplicable deviation in his life.He seems to be born with a certain kind of destructive power, which can always be involved in his life like a storm at the most unexpected moment of Xavier, messing up the muddle along that he has managed to build.Xavier always felt that he should resent Giuseppe, but the expression of this resentment was so weird that he was obsessed with that body over and over again.

Xavier now gradually understands the source of his desire and obsession for Giuseppe.There is a very profound saying, what exactly does it say - matter determines consciousness?He seemed to be fascinated by those physical pleasures, and then developed a little foolish affection for Giuseppe himself.Then this kind of goodwill is mixed with those messy past, so that he can't give up cleanly, let alone ask for it cleanly.

However, this kind of sober thinking is nothing compared to illogical love.Although Xavier figured out the origin of this feeling, it didn't help at all.He still misses Giuseppe and wants to go crazy, and he still hopes to lock the hands and feet of that consultant, stuff it whole into his chest, and then close the skin and flesh, so that he will never see anyone else again.

Hey, he's already a hopeless fool.

Unfortunately, despite Xavier's good imagination, he can't find a way to pursue Giuseppe after the rose incident.The advisor seemed to be made of iron, or some kind of delicately set instrument, which, though outwardly resembling a whore, was inwardly detached from all human emotion.In the end, the young master had no choice but to let nature take its course and fill his heart with work.

But he didn't know that this kind of perfunctory way hit the right spot, which made Giuseppe feel a little bit considerate.Xavier rummaged through the personnel records of the past few years, and found the books of the bookkeeping under Albert's name.He looked over and over for a long time, but finally came to a rather mysterious conclusion:

They probably all got something wrong.

The members of Barone didn't like Albert, thinking that he got those enviable power and status because of Tang's blood relationship.And his talents and conduct are really not worthy of having these things.Although Albert has many vassals, those people will not help him betray the family and hide embezzled money for him.

Therefore, at the beginning, Xavier thought that the fat man had lost all the money.For this reason, he asked about the situation at several betting points that Albert often visited, and the staff there denied any major transactions with Albert and his relatives.Xavier didn't believe their rhetoric, and specially transferred the book of the betting point, but the above entries showed that they were not lying.

Xavier was a little strange, he had to reconsider this matter in his heart.Albert betrayed Barone, and should have received a large amount of benefits from Maldini.But these benefits, like the money he embezzled, disappeared without a trace after his death.Besides, with Albert's ability and courage, would he really go alone to negotiate with Maldini and act as an undercover agent for them?

Xavier was taken aback by his own thoughts. He believed that Albert was not the mastermind of the betrayal, but just a target who was played with.Among them, there should be a more cunning character, a character who is capable but not valued in the family.On the surface, he was acting as a broker between Maldini and Albert, but in fact he manipulated Albert to avoid investigation and liquidation.The money embezzled by Albert was probably paid to the broker as an intermediary fee.

After Xavier explained this conclusion to Giuseppe in detail, the consultant showed a ghost-like expression.He maintained that expression, then fell silent for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but speak Italian.That tone seemed to be praising the young master's good deeds with all kinds of foul language that Xavier knew or didn't know.

However, Xavier was rather irritated by the rare compliment from the consultant.Because he could barely understand the complimenting phrases, only phrases like "asshole" and "fuck me."In this world, there is probably no more appalling compliment than this.So he tugged at Giuseppe's tie and bit the lip that was still chattering, artificially ending the approval.

Giuseppe was in a good mood, and was willing to accompany him in some unnutritive tricks, and was even willing to lie on the bed and let him play with him after a long absence.And the price of this willingness is the hickey on Xavier's neck that cannot be covered with a stand-up collar shirt.Giuseppe wasn't usually this crazy, but he seemed driven to the extreme that day, tearing his skin apart and edging into some kind of irrational nonsense.

Xavier briefly recalled the situation at that time, and interrupted this thought with a wave of his hand, he was afraid that he would make some embarrassing jokes on the spot.Fortunately, Elvin Turner, that poor Yankee congressman, squirmed in front of him, thus completely eliminating the influence of Giuseppe's dissolute attitude on him.

"First... sir, have you seen Giuseppe, that Barone's advisor?"

Erwin said this, deeply regretting his actions.He didn't want to talk to the celebrities standing in the center, so he ran to the corner to ask Giuseppe's whereabouts.However, if he knew that standing in the corner was such a ferocious man.He would definitely choose to communicate with that serious judge without hesitation.Erwin wanted to run away badly, but Xavier had already seen him, and those large beast-like eyes were like a wedge, nailing him firmly in place.

Xavier was silent, looking at the rather timid middle-aged man in front of him.Erwin was wearing a tuxedo that didn't fit so well, and even looked a little dated.His leather shoes were not specially made, but ordinary ones, the most common ones.When Xavier saw this outfit, which he was trying to blend into the high society, he suddenly felt that Erwin looked familiar, but he couldn't figure out where he had met him.But these are not so important, because the young master is inevitably very disgusted by others asking about Giuseppe.

Although this question is not too much, and even in some respects, it is very reasonable.

"Giuseppe, he went to say hello to those old men." Xavier said, raised his eyes to look at Erwin's face again, and asked him: "What's your name, are the attendants of those councilors?"

Erwin felt a little embarrassed after hearing his words, because in fact, he was just a tiny newcomer who was not even worthy of being a follower.And at this moment, fighting hard in such an environment that is incompatible with him, what he is looking for is just an opportunity, a possibility of being ordered by others.Although Erwin didn't know Xavier's identity, he still remembered Giuseppe's kind persuasion to him in the Brownstone Building.

From the bottom of his heart, Erwin was grateful for Giuseppe's kindness, and even worshiped him like God.Therefore, in the face of Xavier, a character who even the consultant should treat politely, he was a little ashamed to say his name.But he had to answer Xavier's question, which made him look even more hesitant,

"Erwin, Erwin Turner, this is my name... I begged Mr. Giuseppe before, hoping to use his connections to help me survive in the Chicago council."

The young master suddenly understood that the person standing in front of him was the reason why Giuseppe spent so much trouble tonight.With a pathetic jealousy he found that Giuseppe, the advisor, had never seemed to take such care of him.Moreover, he remembered, this man with the courage of a needle's eye, isn't he the one who rushed up out of nowhere from under the brownstone building?

"Oh, that's very kind of him."

Xavier was perfunctory casually, wanting to figure out what purpose Giuseppe had before he decided to help such a cowardly thing.But Erwin, he didn't notice the agreeable element in Xavier's tone at all.He thought that the young master had also received charity from Giuseppe, so he couldn't help but eloquently listed Giuseppe's advantages.

"The poor man will soon be willing to work for Giuseppe until he dies."

Xavier thought sadly, thinking that Erwin must have been deceived by the consultant, so that he could find so many benefits that can be proved in detail from a middle-aged uncle with a bad record like Giuseppe.At the same time, he felt that Erwin was not worthy of Giuseppe's help at all. He was so stupid that he would easily believe the words of the consultant, and believed that there were unpaid charity in the world!

Thinking of this, Xavier suddenly felt an inappropriate schadenfreude from the bottom of his heart, and even a sense of intellectual superiority.He felt that he would [-]% never repeat Erwin's mistakes. After all, he was deeply aware of what kind of character Giuseppe was, and he had seen the most unbearable appearance under that gentle appearance.

Respect, ridiculous, which normal person would respect the whore who cried hoarsely under him every night?

But unfortunately, Xavier forgot that he had no admiration, nor any sincere respect, for the consultant who knew everything.However, he liked him and fell in love with him hopelessly.This situation seems to be worse and more terrifying than simple respect.And he himself seemed even more stupid and ridiculous than Erwin.

Fortunately, Elvin Turner, the trembling Yankee congressman, didn't know what was going on in his heart at this moment.Otherwise, he would definitely think that Xavier is some kind of ingenious mental patient, and even damage the unbreakable respectability of the consultant in his heart.

And when Giuseppe held two glasses of martini but still appeared in front of Xavier with a high-spirited posture, Erwin had disappeared in the banquet for a long time.That young master, out of a very shameful mind, did not mention this Yankee congressman to Giuseppe.He just took the cocktail in his hand calmly, and leaned against the wall to sip it.

Giuseppe combed the loose hair on his forehead with his hands, and his face covered with gold-rimmed glasses was a little tired.Perhaps he is really old, and he feels stretched for such occasions that require a high degree of concentration. He has dealt with those politicians for half his life, and he has also said high-sounding politeness for the rest of his life.

Giuseppe quite understood Dario's decision after retirement. That humorous little old man left New York, the Mafia, and all the feasting and feasting.Then he bought a villa on the shore of Lake Michigan, and has never had any relationship with any interests since then.Giuseppe would have liked to do that, even now.However, Xavier still needs his care, Albert's money has not been found, and he is too early to retire.

"You seem a little tired?"

Xavier whispered to him, but couldn't help it, and before the consultant could answer, he used his body to block the eyes from the center of the hall.

Although Giuseppe was a little taller than Xavier, he still couldn't pass over the young master's head and see the brilliant light under the crystal lamp.As a result, the insignificant and small environment between their chests became darker, revealing a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

Giuseppe raised his hand, hooked Xavier's bow tie, and kissed the corner of his mouth tenderly.Then he unceremoniously leaned on the young master's shoulder, and only had time to say two words:

"Good night."

The author has something to say:

Toothache...it's really not because of the sweet, it's because of the wisdom teeth...