Mr. Consultant

A person has only one destiny. --"godfather"

Towards the end of August, as the summer heat receded, delicate conversations arose in the brownstone.People were discussing the origin of the advanced arms piled up in the port warehouse one after another.They were curious about which unlucky ghost these bullets and guns were going to be used on, and they prayed in their hearts that this unidentified unlucky ghost must not be themselves.

In short, the Barone family has been filled with tense and difficult atmosphere for a long time.They couldn't figure out why the consultant, who was always frugal, would invest a lot of money to expand the army's equipment and train the soldiers.

In this regard, Giuseppe told them that it was based on the lessons learned in the total war, out of respect and fear of past failures.However, no one would sincerely accept such high-sounding reasons.They already recognized Giuseppe's face and would rather believe that all of the above actions were due to his boring, helpless workaholic nature.

What made them even more incomprehensible was that the consultant actually shut down some bookkeeping businesses, and invested all the cash obtained from turnover into the stock market, foreign exchange and savings.He is like a fanatical gambler, rampaging in the world of money, eager to roll down any banknote or coin he sees immediately.

People looked at his appearance of forgetting to eat and sleep, and the brilliant golden hair abused by his long fingers, and suddenly felt a little sorry for the experience of this consultant, and even wanted to spontaneously raise a little food for him Tiny funds for fees.

They thought that Xavier must have given Giuseppe some inexplicable problems, some problems that even the consultant would be hysterical about.Thinking of this, they took some strange comfort from Giuseppe's pain, and were glad that they had not had any personal contact with the young master.

But unfortunately, due to the low pressure and bad mood of this consultant, he went to the third-floor office to make a business report, which became the latest example of punishment in the brownstone building.Giuseppe always took that poor, half-worn fountain pen and made a series of impatient taps on the solid wooden table.He was always frowning, projecting some kind of blame-seeking look from those gray-green eyes, but his mouth was cold, saying some comforting words that even he couldn't believe.

In short, the employees in the brownstone building were even a little scared. The consultant was finally driven crazy by the exchange rate and the stock market, and finally became a model of some kind of split personality.At the same time, they also clearly realized in this panic that maybe Giuseppe is not the most terrifying figure in the Barone family, after all, there is the young master, the one who can control Giuseppe. young master.And under the leadership of these two gentlemen, their lives will eventually be dark.

It's just that all the above assumptions are only in the opinions of most people, but they can't affect those old guys who have experienced big scenes, let alone make them feel the slightest fear.They participated in the war launched by Barone against Maldini more than ten years ago, and they knew that everything now was the last prelude before the smoke filled the air.

Giuseppe finally learned how to be a wartime adviser, how to win no matter the cost.He seemed to realize the nature of war, and made Gustavo rather waste bullets than send Maldini's bastards to hell.He no longer accepted any compromise, any intercession, and no longer hoped to benefit from the mediation of the committee. He only wanted his opponent to get out of Chicago and no longer appear in his eyes.

In this regard, those old guys can't help but whisper behind their backs, and can't help but calculate the ratio of victory and defeat in this upcoming war.The savage and cruel characters in their souls boiled up, and they wanted to give their opponents, their opponents for half a lifetime, some real pain and lessons.

And at the end of the day, they're all hopeless villains in human suits and masks of hypocrisy.The blood dripping day after day made them understand a very simple truth, the so-called "acquisition" is just some kind of robbery with a legitimate reason.In this fact, they can "get" anything by will and violence, even if there is no reason for it, they can also fabricate some inexplicable reasons for it.

What's even more pleasing is that these old guys finally have a slightly improved opinion of Giuseppe after working with the consultant.They realized that perhaps the consultant was not as despicable as they thought, a prostitute with a bad character.They also gradually understood that all of Giuseppe's decisions were ultimately for the benefit of the family. Although there were some inexplicable places, they definitely did not contain any disgusting selfishness.

What's more, the consultant gave far more than them.Those bullets and those pains are all real and cannot be broken by rumors.Gustavo once asked his colleagues, in front of the killer, who can protect the young master desperately, protect a character who has not brought them any benefits at that time?

But Giuseppe did it instinctively, even regardless of the consequences of the matter.His loyalty is so complete, so irrefutable.Of course, as far as those old diehards, who seem to be still stuck in the colonial era, still don't want the relationship between the consultant and Xavier to maintain a lover relationship.They feel that this is too ridiculous, and it is too easy to become the laughing stock of others.

But in any case, it was Giuseppe's business, and even if they were bored, even if they had some subtle worries, they could not bring them up very often.Therefore, these old guys had to intensify, gossip even more, and cared more about the wonderful love between the leader and the advisor.They couldn't understand why a serious workaholic like Giuseppe could fall in love with a frivolous, idle bum.And why would an idle young master like Xavier fall in love with a caressing middle-aged uncle.

Oh, complicated, complicated love!

It's just that neither this love nor this delicate atmosphere is known to the gentlemen of Maldini.They still don't know what happened in the Barone family, just as they still don't know the wonderful relationship that Xavier and Giuseppe have become.Both Salvatore and the second-in-command who had betrayed his father, Lorenzo Maldini, seemed to believe too much in the gains made in Total War, in the victories they had already won.They still believe that Barone is the torn family that needs Don Gilardino's help, and they cannot resist the content of the contract, let alone plan to invade them.

What's more, Maldini himself is also undergoing great changes and going through difficult times.They didn't have time to take care of Barone's affairs, let alone investigate Xavier and Giuseppe's news.So, they spent a delicate and peaceful life with each other.There was an unprecedented tranquility in the streets of Chicago, and even the members of Barone almost forgot that the decisive battle was approaching.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, the fear of execution and expulsion spread by the consultant gradually calmed down.Some old guys dare to sit on the platform on the second floor, chatting with boring newspapers.At Giuseppe's behest, they moved their offices from the "big garden" to the brownstone, though at the time, it looked like some kind of pathetic hostage.But fortunately, the consultant spent more time reasoning than hysterical attacks, so their life was quite comfortable, even a little enviable.

They talked about some unnutritious topics, such as what kind of means Giuseppe used to seduce Xavier, such as how bad the second player named Gustavo sang at the previous celebration banquet.But when they were discussing these harmless and irrelevant issues, some of them suddenly froze their expressions.

Looking down from the railing of the second-floor platform, you can see the lobby of the brownstone building and the crowd inside the rotating glass door.A burly man in a black canvas jacket walked past the reception desk and up the marble-paved stairs.He was about seven feet tall, and on the right side of his cheek was a dark red scar that ran across his cheekbone, shaved off half his pinna, and ran down to the bridge of his nose.

"Germano Iaquinta."

"No, don't mention his affairs. Do you want him to notice our existence and remember our looks and names?" One of the old people rudely interrupted the whispers of others. He trembled all over, making the people around him People leave as quickly as possible.For them, for the characters in "Great Garden", Albert's death in memory is too clear.In their eyes, Germano was like the minion of the devil, the breath of death.When they saw this terrifying killer, they could predict without any mistakes that there must be some poor person who was executed by the consultant.

In the office, the young master snatched the cigar from Giuseppe's hand, and in a serious tone, he told the consultant a lot of truth.He hoped that Giuseppe would pay more attention to his body and stop making cigarettes the subject of his three meals a day.Moreover, he hoped that Mr. Consultant would go to bed early and get up early today, and end this kind of desperate work day and night.

Giuseppe looked up at the young master's expression like he was looking crazy.He felt that Xavier seemed to be infected with his own nagging, damn it, it was just a few days of overtime, a few days of staying up, and a few days of headache data collection.He couldn't figure out what to criticize in the life he was used to.

Besides, Xavier never cared about him, and never cared about his mood.Many of his stresses and exhaustions were caused by this young master.If Xavier really wanted to treat him well, he should give up that kind of overly violent sex as soon as possible and forgive his physical strength as a middle-aged uncle.

Giuseppe really wanted to refute like this, but just before he said these cruel words, he suddenly felt some kind of inexplicable warmth.This kind of warmth that sent chills down his spine and overwhelmed him attacked his heart and dispelled all his anger.He put down the document in his hand, and then said kindly to Xavier:

"Xavier, uncle's cutie, I know your kindness."

The young master was infected by his words, and suddenly felt that his behavior was inexplicably disgusting.He pretended to cough a few times, then pulled the collar of the consultant, and kissed his lips and teeth thinly, exchanging the scorching air between each other.

Giuseppe's breathing was a little disordered, and Xavier's expression was reflected in the gray-green eyes behind the pair of gold-rimmed glasses.In vain, he pushed against the young master's chest, hoping to escape from his arms.But Xavier just pressed his head, stroked the nape of his neck, and fanned his helpless cock.

"Honey, I just feel like..."

Xavier's voice was a little hoarse, with a deadly, seductive magic.He fixedly looked at the consultant, hoping to convey some wonderful meanings that only lovers would understand.He said:

"I just think kissing is more fun than smoking."

"Then wouldn't it be twice as interesting for you to kiss me who smokes?"

Giuseppe refuted Xavier's thesis unreasonably. He snatched the cigar from the young master's hand, took a few puffs, and put on an expression of letting others play with him.There was nothing Xavier could do about it except to warn him against this highly likely work-hindering activity in broad daylight.They've already stalled a lot of business for some mindless stupidity and can't repeat this ridiculous thing.

Giuseppe seemed to be fearless, although he couldn't resist the young master's power and strength at all.But he knew, was sure in his heart, that anyway, Xavier would end up chalking it all up to each other's insanity and that famous, so-called bloody love.They indulge each other's personality, those good and bad parts, many mistakes and crimes.

And just as the consultant handed over the cashier slip for reimbursement to Xavier for signature, Germano, the terrible killer, walked into the office.He and Giuseppe have been friends for many years and don't need too much politeness and etiquette.So Germano quickly approached Giuseppe, and then said quite neatly:

"I'm sure Paul has gone to hell."

After hearing this, Giuseppe nodded expressionlessly, then took out a stack of checks from the pile of materials at the corner of the table, and signed his name on it with a pen.He handed Germano the due reward to him, and then said some grandiose words about continuing to cooperate.

Xavier had met the killer during Total War, but he still didn't know if the murderous killer was as patient with others as he was with Giuseppe.So he just shook hands with Germano politely, and then heard this gentleman who was feared in Chicago say in a tone of truth:

"Sir, when I saw you before, I thought you and Giuseppe should be a couple!"

Christ, what are the employees of Barone concerned about?

The author has something to say:

Ahem, I finally wrote "The Godfather" in the preface. Many people may be surprised when they read the preface before. There is no "Godfather" in the mafia story with an American background. Everyone, watch and cherish~ Thank you for the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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