Mr. Consultant

In the old city of Chicago, stands an old brownstone building.This quaint four-story building survived the fire of the last century and is currently serving as the address of one of the Barone family properties, the olive oil trading company.

It was originally the residence of a real estate tycoon, and the interior decoration is magnificent.But the unlucky businessman lost money because of the war, lost his fortune, and unfortunately owed Don Barone a huge sum of money.So for the safety of his life, he had no choice but to part with the house, taking this house as a "little respect" to Don Barone.But Don Barone prefers a simple style, so he transported all the paintings and statues in the building out and folded them, leaving only the mosaic marble floor and the glass revolving door inlaid with gold threads, so that people can walk through it. There is a faint glimpse of a little flashy and extravagant.

At this moment, under the huge dazzling crystal lamp, Erwin Turner was wearing a brand-new suit, with his hands on his knees, and sat straight on the brown soft leather sofa.The reason why he adopts this soldier-like, meticulous sitting posture is not because he has participated in any battle, let alone because he has made any military achievements.

On the contrary, he is a nerd who graduated from a prestigious school, a stunned young man who has never seen a dead person.And unfortunately, he doesn't have a decent background, let alone a millionaire.He was just a farmer's son, an unlucky guy who was kicked around by the upper class like a football, and he couldn't even leave the slightest trace in the feasting and feasting.At this time, he adopted such a sitting posture, and it was nothing more than to restrain his legs that were shaking constantly due to fear.

The newly bought leather shoes on his feet didn't fit well, and there was a dull pain in the place of his thumb.Damn it, he should try on a few more pairs instead of fleeing with a shoebox worth a month's salary under the sneering eyes of the clerk.

Thinking like this, Erwin tried his best to divert his attention, not caring about the piss worn around the waists of the people coming and going, as well as those mocking clown-like and wolf-like eyes.These people are not like his mentor. His mentor is a good man who cleared some paths for him without asking for anything in return, and recommended him to come to Chicago to work in politics.

However, Chicago is just New York shrunk down.

The parliament is still dominated by rich and powerful families, and political parties are still fighting for money and power.Politicians secretly called Erwin an "outlander" behind his back, because he was a new face with no background, no background, as weak as a newborn baby.Erwin had had enough of this bullying, and actually, there was a more pressing problem before him.He urgently needs a sum of money, a huge sum of money, to show his ability, so that his fiancée's parents will agree to marry their daughter to him, a poor boy.

All of the above compelled him to poke around, and then to this brownstone, where he sat among a group of unknown thugs, hoping to try his luck.

But Erwin has already regretted it. The most outrageous thing he has done since he was a child is nothing more than drinking a few sips of beer before he became an adult.Other than that, despite all his years of education, he seemed to be, at bottom, just like his father, an honest farmer, yearning for peace and quiet, with an instinctive dread of all that was adventurous and unusual.

"Come on, this is not where you should be."

Erwin thought to himself, he tugged at the cuffs of the shirt inside his suit, and was about to stand up silently, sneak back home, and forget about this terrible experience.

But just before he made this series of movements, a small, baby-faced Italian youth galloped down the marble steps like a rabbit.He was wearing a water-gray suit, and his curly dark brown hair shone like satin under the light.The young man noticed Erwin's eyes, turned his head and smiled kindly at him, then held the folder and opened the glass revolving door in front of the lobby.

The cold December wind howled through the door, making Erwin tremble, but it also tensed the nerves of the villains around him like a magic spell.

A tall and handsome blond man walked through the glass door, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a well-tailored three-piece suit under a knee-length woolen coat.He shouldn't be young, but there is no trace of weathering in his good-looking facial features, and his skin is so tender that he looks like a young man in his twenties.But his gray-green eyes are gentle and indifferent, like a boundless ocean, making people unpredictable.

Erwin had heard of this man, Giuseppe Rizzo, adviser to the Mafia Barone family, conspirator who brokered between politicians and killers.In fact, the results of Erwin's many inquiries all pointed to this man as if he had a tacit understanding.They all advised him to seek help from Giuseppe, just as he seeks a good doctor when he is sick and a guide when he is lost, and they all assured Erwin that as long as he wants to survive in the Chicago council, sooner or later he will To deal with Giuseppe.

Erwin thought of this, and the thought of shrinking back from fear once again occupied his body and mind.He thought of his fiancée, the humiliation he had suffered, and the arrogant party leaders and judges.He realized that he might not have a choice at all, or he might not have a way out.

Life is an insatiable rogue.

He figured this out, so he stood up immediately, trying to catch up with Giuseppe to greet Giuseppe politely, and then tell him about his suffering.Although his legs were still shaking, he couldn't care less about it.In his eyes, Giuseppe is not just a tall and handsome man, he is the Christ who saved the world and a bright future.And Erwin's hunger for a brighter future clearly trumps all indecision, making him almost seem like a fearless warrior.

And just when he was only a few steps away from that bright future, the tall and strong brown-haired man who had been standing beside Giuseppe suddenly turned his head, with a knife glint in his wolf-like eyes, He gave Erwin a hard look.Erwin was jumped by him and almost ran away.He didn't understand how he had provoked this street gangster-like gentleman, and he deserved such a murderous look.

The brown-haired man looked like a bodyguard or an assistant, but Erwin inexplicably got a hint of "don't touch my stuff" from that look.And just when he was puzzled, Giuseppe who was walking in front suddenly stopped, with some sarcasm and impatience in his tone, he said:

"Xavier, have you never seen an ordinary person?"

Although Erwin really wanted to defend himself, his animal instincts made him keep his mouth shut, and he heard the man named Xavier cursing with a guilty conscience:

"Fuck you, so what if I haven't seen it! Do you want to take care of me?"

"Okay, okay..." Giuseppe held his forehead, his face gloomy.Seeing that Xavier was still making noise, he walked over, took his hand like a child, and said to him: "Go back quickly, and don't even think about it, who is the pile of documents on my desk?" A person's job?"

After Xavier heard this sentence, for some reason, the arrogance all over his body was instantly extinguished without a trace.He was speechless for a while, and gave Erwin a vicious look, and then followed Giuseppe into the elevator in silence like a collared dog.After witnessing everything, Erwin stood there stunned, unable to figure out what happened.But the baby-faced young man from before leaned forward to say hello to him, and then took him to the office located deep in the corridor on the third floor.

Giuseppe's office is immaculate, with well-maintained solid wood furniture neatly arranged, and a little sporadic daylight filtering through the brown shutters.On the desk by the window, there were two stacks of documents packed with metal clips, occupying the entire corner of the desk.And under the old-fashioned desk lamp in the other corner, a metal pen was shining faintly.That fountain pen looks old, and the engraving on the cap has many worn marks, but it is still bright, and the owner of the pen should have a deep affection for it.

Just when Erwin wanted to explore the story behind the pen, the doorknob turned a few times, and Giuseppe, that tall and handsome man appeared before his eyes again.Seeing this, Erwin stood up in trepidation and thanked him for taking the time to allow this meeting.Giuseppe warmly shook hands with him, invited him to sit down, and even dragged a chair to sit beside him.

These friendly actions made Erwin relax a lot.He cleared his throat, and began to talk about his situation like an endorsement,

"People in the parliament look down on me... just because I am a farmer's son and a poor man, they will do everything they can to squeeze me out. It's not fair to me." When he said this, he seemed to recall those painful lessons, his eyes widened. His facial features were all wrinkled into a ball in anguish.He paused, and said in a prayerful tone:

"Sir, my omnipotent savior, have pity on me! I don't want much, but a place to settle down. So that Daisy and I, my fiancée, can live in this city."

Giuseppe listened to his plea quietly and expressionlessly, just like the Christ on the glass painting, and suddenly asked:

"Do you have a fiancée?"

Erwin was a little taken aback, but still nodded honestly, and replied:

"Daisy, she is a good woman. I love her, but her parents look down on me. Honestly, if this goes on, I will lose her sooner or later...I don't want to lose her."

"Don't worry, you won't lose her."

Giuseppe pushed his glasses, and dismissed Erwin's thoughts before he fell into self-blame and sadness.Looking at Erwin's overjoyed eyes, Giuseppe smiled softly, that smile made him look a bit like a fox.In fact, before Erwin spoke, Giuseppe had already guessed the ins and outs clearly.Brand-new suits, ill-fitting leather shoes, and abrupt ties, all of these are telling that Erwin, a newly promoted councilor, is at a loss.But Giuseppe didn't hate this clumsiness. On the contrary, he knew that Erwin was doing his best to convey respect to him and the Barone family.

But respect can't drive Giuseppe to do a good deed that won't see any benefits in the short term, and this Mr. Consultant is by no means a good man who saves sufferings as he appears on the outside.So Giuseppe asked the question about his fiancée. He wanted to find out how much this person desires power, or in other words, how many obstacles are facing this person.For desire can make a man wise as well as stupid.

And now, Giuseppe understood.In order to make Erwin more convinced of this fact, he added: "I have some friends in the council, and a few old acquaintances who have retired. I can arrange for you to talk for a while, and they will give me this face. Only not now, we have some misunderstandings to resolve between Maldini. After that, you will receive the good news that is yours."

Giuseppe's tone was gentle and soft, but it had a strange magic power, which seemed to be more firm than the motto carved on the stone.But Erwin still has some concerns. He doesn't think a mafia will help others regardless of remuneration, and his money is really not very rich.So he thought about it, and didn't know how to ask Giuseppe to forgive his reward. After all, this tall and handsome man was much better than he imagined.

Giuseppe saw through his hesitation, smiled and said:

"You don't need to pay any fees, I just want to be your friend. And this matter is also out of the friendship between you and me. People should help each other, don't they?"

Erwin was trembling with excitement, and he confirmed it again to Giuseppe in an unbelievable tone: "Do you really not need any reward?"

"Please stop insulting this kindness with money."

After hearing this, Erwin nodded tremblingly, but couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart.He almost exhausted all the language to express his gratitude, and vowed again and again to publicize the good name of Giuseppe to outsiders.

And Giuseppe just looked at him, still with that fox-like smile on his face.

The author has something to say:

Pfft, the little wolf dog is protecting the food...