Mr. Consultant

After the war, Giuseppe cleaned up the business left by Maldini and handed it over to Cesare.He hoped that the corner head would quickly take over everything that had been shut down and restore order to the markets north of Chicago.Cesare had no complaints about his order, but was quite strange, and planned to borrow Luca, the baby-faced youth assistant from the Brownstone Building, to act as a temporary bookkeeper for the North District.

Giuseppe was baffled by this, but considering that his subordinates in the old city were all a group of guys who had nothing to do with numbers, he still couldn't find any reason to refute this logical invitation.So, the baby-faced young assistant had to say goodbye to Giuseppe with some frustration, and then drove into a new job in the north of Chicago in a Ford.

Although this decision caused a little trouble for the consultant.However, in Giuseppe's eyes, Barone's account is the most important thing. For this, he can endure the continuous ringing of the phone, and he can also endure things like going out to buy sandwiches in person.But these small troubles, even though they are of various types and accumulate over time, are not comparable to the huge problems brought about by that young master.

Xavier seems to have finally learned to be like the consultant, two completely different masks.He can pretend to be serious in front of those big shots, speak high-sounding words, and then turn around and discuss with Giuseppe sharply what those old folks are thinking.How glamorous his appearance is, the terrible thoughts in his heart are so unexplainable.

Giuseppe at first tried to correct this troublesome, twisted personality, lest the young master suffer from a split personality or a nervous breakdown.But when he discovered that this personality was just an exact copy of his own words and deeds, he could no longer say the slightest word of persuasion.He realized with some helplessness that it was he himself who had educated this young master into what he is today, and there was no room for him to blame others.Giuseppe was a little frustrated because of this, but from the outright frustration, there was a certain kind of subtle elation.

After the war ended, Xavier began endless inspections of the bookkeeping points and protected residential areas under his name.He had a handsome, pleasing face, and honey brown eyes that often shone with tenderness and lightness of emotion.He would chat with the soldiers, drink with the bosses, and sing Sicilian ditties with the hospitable women.People all welcomed his arrival, scrambling to show him respect.After the war with Maldini, all the young and old in Chicago knew clearly in their hearts that Xavier Barone was their real God.

In sharp contrast to the young master's active work schedule, Gustavo, the cheerful second-in-command, began to turn into a middle-aged uncle with nothing to do at an astonishing speed.He drove his own Mercedes-Benz car to Giuseppe's office every day, sitting on the sofa and consuming the consultant's cigars and brandy.

He complained to Giuseppe that time was passing so slowly that even retirement seemed so far away.His daily routine is to watch the group of boys who are old enough to be his son, enviable and energetic, working hard for their dreams.He also said that Fernando was going to abandon him, and hoped to retire to the second line of family affairs, unwilling to endure those inexplicable bloody storms.

After hearing this, Giuseppe felt a little complicated. Looking at the second-in-command, who was actually not a few years older than him, he realized that he might also be getting old.While he was busy with the work at hand, he suggested to Gustavo without raising his head.He told the second-in-command to go around the streets of Chicago, find a beautiful young Italian girl, have a love affair without thinking, and then he will find that there are still so many incredible problems in this world.

The second-in-command was shocked by his thoughts, and after staring at the platinum ring on Giuseppe's hand for a long time, inexplicably, he asked a fruitless question:

"So, Advisor, is this not your own experience?"

Giuseppe instinctively wanted to refute a few words, but when he raised his head and frowned, he suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with what the second-in-command said.It was because of this damned, stupid love that he realized the tricks of fate and the funny things in life.But he doesn't hate this kind of teasing, nor does he hate this kind of cheap and low-level taste. His life should not only be work, but also endless wars and demands.His life is worth enjoying, not some kind of rigid accumulation of responsibilities.

Therefore, the consultant had no choice but to bow his head in front of Gustavo's question, and then admitted quite impatiently:

"Sorry, that's just my experience."

After hearing this, Gustavo showed a knowing smile, and then consciously ended this behavior of eating and drinking.Although, not long after, it was reported that Barone's second-in-command went out to strike up a conversation, which made Giuseppe somewhat inexplicably worried about the face of the family.But in any case, thank goodness, his cigars and brandy will be saved from being ransacked.

In short, these gentlemen of the mafia lived their lives without any disturbances, just like those small employees in the company, they only cared about their own three meals a day.Giuseppe and Xavier also attended Sandra's wedding. This poor woman, who had many disasters, seemed to have finally found her wonderful love in the restaurant where she worked.

But apart from that, these gentlemen with fame and fortune have no other fun.They spent Halloween, Election Day, Thanksgiving, and many, many hours, with and without names, doing nothing.

And just when the consultant, who thought that everything around him would continue in peace and stability, Dario, that happy little old man, brought some news that really shocked him.Dario, Dario Lombardi, called Giuseppe halfway.On the phone, the old man told Giuseppe that Don Gilardino hoped that he and the young master would attend the banquet held at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel at the end of the year, and that he recognized Xavier's status in Chicago and accepted him as a New York committee member. a member of.

Giuseppe froze for two seconds before confirming to Dario that this wasn't some overdue April Fool's joke.But the old man just told him to buy a new suit for the young master as soon as possible, and then report to the East Coast.Although the consultant had some endless thoughts on this, he knew that he had to follow the old man's advice and Don Gilardino's order before discussing some issues about the celebration banquet.

So, the consultant had no choice but to end his idle daily life, and then hurriedly brought the young master to New York City.With a sleep-deprived face, he explained to Xavier all the details that needed attention at the banquet. He carried out his hysterical and workaholic nature, and made a report on the brief introduction of each person in the New York Committee, so that That young master must be memorized by heart.

His over-the-top work nearly broke the young master's nerves.Xavier recalled the situation when he remembered the family members, and sincerely hoped that Christ or Maria would stop the behavior of the consultant.But it is a pity that neither Christ nor the Virgin Mary can redeem him.So this little young master could only have a splitting headache, reciting those weird names.

Xavier looked at the brightly lit foyer of the Waldorf Astoria in front of him.The night shrouded, shrouded the roofs of those high-end cars, shrouded those figures that kept shuttling.The sparse planetesimals and the red aircraft lights are all flickering in the sky that has not completely darkened, showing a little hazy style.

The weather is already cold, and wearing a thick wool coat can't make people feel a little warm from the bottom of their hearts. The milky white smoke in their breath wraps around their eyebrows and eyes and dissipates in the cold wind.The prosperity that is close at hand, the bubbles of feasting and feasting, may not be more than a minute and a second standing side by side under the street lamp, and the eyes meet each other for a moment.

The young master looked at Giuseppe's side profile, at his short platinum-blond hair, his thick and long eyelashes, his high nose bridge, and his full lips like a sculpture.Xavier suddenly thought, what kind of inconceivable cause and effect caused them to have the tender love that shouldn't have happened to each other?And what is the one-in-ten-thousand probability that they, such hopeless idiots, realize the other party's intentions?

Perhaps, this is the wonder of human life in the world, the unpredictable things in life.They are motivated by this, driven by this emotion, not some ethereal fate.It is because of themselves that they love each other and become the relationship they are today.

Until this moment, when Xavier looked at the profile of the consultant, did he really feel that he had grasped his destiny, and only then did he really feel that he had seen life clearly.Those frustrations in the past, those fallen emotions, no longer have any meaning.He is the master of his life, and he has this enviable ability.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but took out his hand from a bag, and grabbed the consultant's wrist.Giuseppe turned around in astonishment, his cheeks were covered with bright floating light and shadows, he suddenly laughed, there was some real warmth in his gray-green eyes, he said:

"Little cutie, if you want, I can start today...to call you Don. After all, I still remember the arrogant words you said in front of the Federal Hotel. I'm sorry, I used to think it was a joke, But I feel now that, in the foreseeable future, it is about to become an indisputable fact."

Xavier listened, just smiled lowly, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Is that true, dear?"

Giuseppe didn't refute or affirm this, just smiled and lit the cigarette, and stuffed it into the young master's mouth.He silently and resolutely thought in his heart:

Whether it's ten years or twenty years, whether it's New York or Chicago, as long as the two of them are together, they can regard all difficulties as the price of life and all pains as the demands of fate.

They will be omnipotent.

After all, their era has just begun.

The author has something to say:

It's over here, there will be an author's postscript later, and small details will be fixed in the next few days, but there will be no major changes in the plot.

Also, the car is at wb~