Mr. Consultant

Giuseppe and Xavier didn't find much clues in Albert's apartment. The big fat man had neither a specific relationship nor any unusual income.And in the box of documents and vouchers, most of them are IOUs and reminders for arrears.Giuseppe despises this from the bottom of his heart. It is not that he cannot accept a life of wanton squandering, but when the money that is squandered is the result of his day and night labor, he still can't help but curse a few words ugly words.

Moreover, Albert's big fat man is definitely not a person of high moral character.He had very few friends, and even those postcards sent on Thanksgiving that were purely out of favor, and the words on the greeting cards were even more ugly.Giuseppe even had a weird sense of superiority about this, and felt that his personal morals were as corrupt as his, and he would not be in Albert's situation.That big fat guy seemed born to be useless and annoying.He could not understand how the shrewd and wise Don Barrone could have such an inexplicable relative.

But in any case, both the fat man and Don Barrone himself had already been cast into hell and could no longer answer any questions.Giuseppe adjusted his tie and said goodbye to Lina, the thin old woman.He weighed the pros and cons, and felt that it was better to tell the story of Albert, so that this woman could recognize the current situation and stop playing some stupid tricks.Although Lina showed [-]% humility and respect in front of the consultant, Giuseppe still didn't trust her, thinking that her current obedience was just out of fear of the mafia.Had she had the chance, she would have broken free of this oppression, and attempted some merciless vengeance.

Giuseppe was not afraid of these reprisals; he was a villain, and he was not immune to any terrible retribution.Even if there is no law in this world that can sanction him, there is no hero who can sanction him, but there are cruel demons in hell.

What the consultant was really worried about was Lina's position in the whole incident.Although there is a high probability that this woman, as she claimed, has nothing to do with the series of betrayals.But Giuseppe was still worried about himself and Albert, and the enmity with this woman hindered her confession.He didn't want Lina to hide some facts that he didn't know yet, which would undoubtedly make the investigation futile.Giuseppe had to give her a reason, a reason to tell the truth, so that she would fully support his actions.

Thinking of this, the consultant explained to Lina the property embezzled by Albert, the shortfalls in the books, and the unknown whereabouts of the money in a good voice.He hinted that if Lina could help him find the property, he would pay some of it to supplement her meager livelihood.

Lina's eyes lit up immediately, and there was a kind of active expression that was not like an old man should have.She nodded her head vigorously, and her thin knuckles were as firm as vines, holding the palm of the consultant.She was so excited that she could hardly utter a complete sentence, she could only falter and haw to express her thanks to Giuseppe, and almost felt sorry for him.

She felt that she was really a fool. The gentleman in front of her was obviously as noble as God, but she had misunderstood it for such a long time and even did many offensive things.She swore to the consultant that she would do her best to find out the master to express her respect for Giuseppe.

After hearing this, the consultant slowly opened his cold eyes, raised his chin, and said goodbye to Lina in a happy mood while biting a high-end cigarette.Xavier sat in the driver's seat as usual and asked him if he would return to the building and not go anywhere else.

Although, the young master actually wanted to know the origin of that woman named "Lina".But he has learned to be smart, he will not touch some worthless secrets, and will not recklessly explore the mystery in Giuseppe's heart.Because in the final analysis, Xavier now has some things that he cannot explain to the consultant, so he understands the meaning of silence better and respects the right of others to remain silent.

As for the young master's question, Giuseppe did not answer immediately. Instead, he found a flattened matchbox from his suit pocket.He held this somewhat worn piece of paper in his hand, and then shook it quite proudly, as if showing off his achievements to the young master.

This is what he found from the big fat man's receipt box. There are a lot of things in the box. He instinctively thought that it was an important piece of information, and with a superb technique, he quietly put it into his pocket .Giuseppe didn't want to reveal too much of his intentions in front of Lina, so at this time, he fully explained the clues in detail.He has never seen the name of the shop written on the piece of paper, which is somewhat weird.Because for the mafia, taverns usually mean murder and business, they will not easily change their targets, let alone trust others easily.

Dazzled by his ivory fingertips, Xavier had no choice but to grab the consultant's wrist, and then carefully studied the matchbox, which looked like trash."Tavern Tramondo" was stamped on the box in crimson ink, and it was on some street or corner in Chicago.The young master was about to complain, when he turned around and saw the cigarette in Giuseppe's mouth, so he snatched it unceremoniously, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The cigarette that Giuseppe likes to smoke is a high-end product that tastes light and mellow.But in Xavier's eyes, this kind of smoke is just like the behavior of the consultant when he was in bed, there is always some inexplicable hypocrisy.He took two puffs, then let go of Giuseppe's arm, and at the end he did not forget to touch the smooth skin on the back of that hand.

"Honey, even though I love you as much as I do. But if you only give me a store name, I really don't know where to take you." He said this, and saw the consultant turn his wrist meaningfully, A line of small print on the back of the matchbox was revealed:

Old Town Ninth...

Damn sick!

Xavier protested silently in his heart, but still stepped on the gas pedal and galloped towards the streets of the old city.Giuseppe looked at the young master's profile, and was a little surprised that he didn't ask about Lina. Although there was nothing to hide, Giuseppe always felt that it was inexplicably laborious to explain.He thought about it for a while, and considering the reality that there was nothing to say along the way at this moment, he had to chatter with Xavier, telling the ins and outs of this ridiculous accident.

"Back at the Brownstone, Lina, that woman, ran to the gate and threatened me. She was Albert's wife, and I made her a widow, and the fat man didn't give her Leave something behind, so she's trying to blackmail me for that trivial crime."

He paused, then said:

"Of course, I didn't pay her, not a cent. It's just that I thought she might have some clues, and I just happened to scare her from the bottom of her heart. That's enough, the point is still the matter of the middleman. "

Xavier listened to his statement, wondering whether the woman was stupid or daring.Giuseppe, the arrogant consultant, hysterical workaholic, can allow others to plot his life, but never allows others to plot his money.Anyone who has such a thought in his mind will surely go to hell immediately, and will never have any contact with that consultant again.

Besides, such ridiculous means and such barren reasons are simply an insult to Giuseppe's face.Thinking of this, the young master was even a little inexplicably angry. He always felt that he looked down on Giuseppe's ability, as if he looked down on his own ability.

They turned countless corners in the streets and alleys of the old city, and finally saw the neon sign of the tavern blinking in the twilight.The sun has not completely set, and there is only a ray of light and shadow on the horizon, but it renders most of the sky into a moving rose purple and red gold.

Giuseppe and Xavier walked side by side, and the April evening wind was gentle and gentle, blowing the golden hair on his forehead.The young master still opened the heavy shop door for him, and then a smell mixed with the smell of wine and tobacco came to his face, accompanied by people's laughter.

The furnishings in the tavern were simple, with only a few scattered round tables and two narrow bars.The lights in the room were dim and flickering, like a girl's dancing skirt, and like the slender legs in stockings exposed under the skirt.The atmosphere was hazy, but quite lively. The gray-haired old people sat and chatted together, laughing loudly, boasting wantonly, without any sad memories.They talked about their once brilliant life, their once glorious past, and then let the wine take everything away.

Giuseppe handed over the coat to the waiter who came up, his eyes wandered, gliding across the faces with different looks, and gliding over their lips speaking different words.He seemed to be a calm onlooker, watching all the commotion under the roof, and then trying to find something unusual to explain the message on the matchbox.

He found something, but he couldn't speak, and the great shock made him stand still.

At this time, a word like a reminder suddenly appeared in the crowd, it was calling the name of the consultant,

"Giuseppe, Giuseppe Rizzo..."

Just before this sentence was finished, and before it even reached everyone's ears, those noisy conversations and laughter suddenly seemed like a pool with its gate closed, and there were no more sporadic sounds.Surprised and angry faces appeared in the darkness, and then they all chanted about Christ and God.

Xavier didn't understand at all, so he tried his best to distinguish the characters in the room, and then suddenly understood everything.He realized that those customers, those talking and laughing loudly, were very, very familiar to him.Because they are none other than the group of stubborn and difficult corner people in the "big garden".This tavern, at this moment, is like a miniature version of that huge villa, including all kinds of employees in the "big garden" except Gustavo.

Giuseppe was obviously also caught off guard by the situation at this moment. He would never have thought that he would be able to reap such an unexpected "surprise" the moment he opened the door.He couldn't figure out how on earth these characters could gather in this small and old corner, and not be known by any spy he sent.

But all in all, the facts are fairly well established.In a remote street in the old city, there is still a tavern that is unknown to outsiders, where old-school characters gather, and Albert often frequents there.Giuseppe had a headache, because at the same time the tavern was exposed, he added dozens of names to his list of suspects.What made him even more troublesome was that the person sitting near the gate was a rather unkind person.The gentleman was shaking his gray beard, and asked in a rough voice with red cheeks,

"Giuseppe, this is our private place, you are not allowed in and out!"

The consultant listened, adjusted the tie under the suit, and then quickly replied in Italian: "I haven't seen any signs, and I don't know anything about this tavern. But sir, if you insist on such an attitude If you are strong, I can tell you that this is the territory under my jurisdiction, and you are not allowed to do sneaky things."

The old man with the gray beard became angry and waved his arms as if trying to give Giuseppe some good or bad.He stood up from his seat, but was pulled back by another short, dark-skinned old man beside him.The old man looked at Giuseppe bitterly, and then rolled out two vague words from his throat, he said:

"Consultant, go back, go back to your Bertoni Street! There is no one here to ask you to drink or have sex with you. Even if you want to pay back, no one will."

Low laughter and earnest whispers came from the crowd, but Giuseppe just remained silent, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.He pulled the young master who was already gnashing his teeth due to rage, grabbed his sleeve, and then intertwined his fingers worriedly.

Xavier suddenly had untimely heart palpitations. Although he tried his best to convince himself that it was only because of anger, he still felt an inexplicable tenderness from the anger.No matter what the reason is, his lover is indeed in his hands at this moment, and as far as the moment is concerned, there is a great tendency not to separate——

The strength of the consultant who didn't know where it came from actually squeezed his hand a little painful.

As for Xavier and Giuseppe, although there is an ambiguous atmosphere flowing, their external situation has turned upside down.Obscene shouting and cursing followed one after another, and quite viciously accused the consultant of some real or untrue stains.Then, one of the unknown gentlemen broke Giuseppe's calmness and tolerance with an almost inaudible remark,

"Xavier, quickly take your little whore back, and fuck him until there is no time to come to this place to disrupt the situation!"

When Giuseppe heard this, a change visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared on his face. A vein appeared on his forehead, and his brows and eyes became completely cold.He took out the gun from his suit, and slapped the gun on the table, and then replied unceremoniously:

"Sir, please correct your attitude towards the leader. I forbid you to talk to him like this."

However, just before he finished speaking, Xavier retorted to the gentleman with raised eyebrows:

"Sir, I can do whatever I want, without your advice!"

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Pfft, daily brain hole piercing~