The train driver in the courtyard

Old Walter was very well-informed.

The moment Ken was about to launch his campaign to eliminate the Mafia, he received the news; they even knew how many cigars Ken smoked during his meeting.

Realizing the situation had changed, Walter immediately arranged to meet with Mafia member Willie Biof at the resort.

If he hadn't met Al Capone, Willie's greatest ambition would probably have been to become Chicago's biggest pimp.

Al Capone brought him to Hollywood, where he joined the film union and became an assistant to George Brown, the local IATSE union leader, or rather, was responsible for George Brown's liaison with the Chicago mob.

Willie Biof thrived here, and in his view, his job was no different from pimping.

On one hand, they serve the owners of film companies, extracting money from them; on the other hand, they help the owners solve their problems.

If some actors are disobedient, they need to be taught a lesson, just like disciplining disobedient prostitutes.

Willie Biof's influence expanded rapidly, and after Al Capone went to prison, he simply handed over Hollywood to him to manage.

Willie Biof had been keeping a close eye on the situation at Disney and was aware of Walt's concerns. His first words upon entering the secret room were: "Sir, please rest assured, Ken's operation to eliminate the Mafia this time, like before, is all talk and no action and will not cause any major disturbances."

"So, just like the rumors say, you have something on President Ken?" Old Hua lit a cigar and asked, seizing the opportunity.

“I’m sorry, I can’t answer that question.” Willie Biof puffed out his chest and looked at old Walter: “But you, sending someone to Long Island Estate with two hundred thousand dollars in cash, doesn’t that violate our previous agreement?”

Disney and other Hollywood companies are like pimps; if they need to solve problems, they can only do so through him, the pimp, instead of sending someone to find another group of thugs.

Willie Biof had always looked down on the Corleone family.

They fight and kill all day long, many people die, but they don't earn much money and risk being investigated by the FBL. They are really brainless.

Old Walter hadn't expected the news to leak out. Feeling a bit of pressure, he subconsciously sat up straight: "This is an internal matter. It's you who failed to control those artists in time, causing me so much trouble."

"It happened so suddenly, I didn't expect these people to actually dare to step forward, but please rest assured, something like this will not happen again."

The pimp was unhappy with the pimp's behavior and instinctively wanted to teach him a lesson, but ultimately held back because of the large sum of US dollars involved.

The pimp was assured that the prostitutes would not cause any more problems, so he felt relieved.

The two clinked glasses of red wine together, reaching an agreement.

Old Walter was about to see his guest out when Willie Biof suddenly tapped the table and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Walter, I'm planning to buy a small island in the Virgin Islands."

Upon hearing this, old Walter's gesture of giving the island away froze in mid-air, and he looked at Willie Biof with an incredulous expression: "Dear Willie, what do you need the island for? Are you planning to store your moonshine?"

Old Hua had a very good personal relationship with Willie Biof, but deep down he looked down on those people.

Did street thugs suddenly become high society just by putting on a suit?

Willie Biof seemed oblivious to the mockery in the joke and continued, "I plan to build some amusement rides on the island, and I'll need cartoon characters like Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck."

"Isn't this our Disneyland? If you want to get authorization, you need to pay a fee first." Old Walt frowned slightly, increasingly confused.

“We’re friends, and I need to remind you that it’s nearly 2,000 kilometers away from here. Ordinary tourists wouldn’t cross the ocean to vacation on that island.”

He felt that this mafia member had no business sense whatsoever.

Willie Biof smiled and continued, "I'm also planning to find some little girls to play Snow White, really young girls."

Upon hearing this, old Walter's expression changed drastically.

Even if he were slow-witted, he would understand the true identities of those Snow Whites.

There's a saying in Xiaomei's family: Every white man has a freckled girl in his heart.

This is also why homosexuality is so prevalent here.

Some say it's culture, others say it's genes, but whatever the reason, the facts are the facts.

Xiao Mei's family had experienced many similar incidents before, causing an uproar. This kind of thing is very sensitive; once exposed, it can lead to disgrace at best, and imprisonment at worst.

"Aren't you worried about the news leaking?" Old Walter's Adam's apple bobbed.

"If the guest is of high enough status, there is no risk of information leakage."

Willie Biof stood up, poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip, and said, “All the guests on the island need to be invited, such as those congressmen, big real estate tycoons, and those people on Wall Street. I think they will generously pay huge checks for Snow White.”

Old Walter's heart was in turmoil. The island was far away, beyond the reach of law enforcement, and it was a private island that outsiders could not approach.

Given the identities of these guests, if this succeeds, the island will become a paradise.

Most importantly, Willie Biof can use this island to build a vast network of relationships.

Old Walter increasingly felt that the plan was feasible and realized that he had underestimated the pimp.

"what do you need?"

“Money! Enough money!” Willie Biof said, pouring a glass of red wine and handing it to old Walter: “At least ten million dollars will be needed upfront.”

Old Walter pondered for a moment, then took the glass and drank it all in one gulp: "I'm investing in this project."

Walt Disney knew very well that once the island was successfully operational, the Disney family's position here would be unshakeable.

The two then discussed a detailed plan.

Old Walter provided the manpower and resources to transform the island, while Willie Biof was responsible for finding the freckled girl and maintaining order on the island.

Old Walter understood the meaning of "searching" and "maintaining order," and cautioned, "I'm a businessman; the cost of bloodshed is too high. To me, this island is just an ordinary Disneyland."

"Rest assured, even if problems arise, you will not be implicated." Willie Biof signed the agreement.

The two also discussed the first list of guests eligible to visit the island.

This includes members of Congress, famous actors, a former FBL director, several governors, and so on.
Looking at the list, old Walter got a little excited.

Once the island is built, he will have all the important figures in Xiao Mei's family firmly in his grasp.

Just then, the telephone in the study rang.

Old Walter quickly picked up the phone.

"Sir, something terrible has happened! A large group of fully armed men have arrived outside, and they're going to storm the manor!"

Hearing the urgent voice on the phone, Old Walter calmly said, "Don't worry, let the head of FBL answer the phone."

"Sir, the other party isn't FBL, it's 'dududu'."

Before the other party could finish speaking, the phone line suddenly dropped. Old Walter realized something was wrong and immediately shook the phone, preparing to notify the legal department.

As long as the strongest legal department is present, even the other party can't do anything to him. If the other party dares to violate the rules, he will make them pay a terrible price.

But I couldn't get through on the phone.

After several attempts, the phone line remained busy.

Just as old Walter was confused about the situation, Willie Biof, following his professional habit, offered a guess: "Perhaps the manor's telephone lines have been cut."

"They dared to cut off my private phone line! That's my private property!" Old Walter was furious, vowing to make them pay.

Willie Biof suggested, "I think we should run away."

Despite Old Walter's loud pronouncements, he was perfectly aware of the situation. Since the other party dared to make a move, it meant they already had some evidence. "Come with me."

What wealthy capitalist's estate wouldn't have a secret passage? Old Walter opened the bookcase next to him, and a door suddenly appeared in the wall.

"This leads out of the manor. As long as we can get out, whoever is causing trouble behind the scenes, I will make them pay a heavy price!"

The secret passage was meticulously arranged, filled with light bulbs, and even the walls were decorated with wooden panels, which made Willie Biof admire the extravagance of the old money.

He crawled through a dog hole to avoid being captured by the FBL back then.

"It's just ahead, we're free."

Seeing the exit ahead, old Walter quickened his pace, pushed open the door, and rushed out.

brush!
The bright white searchlight made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

After a few seconds of hesitation, squinting to get a clear look at the situation on the other side, old Walter froze on the spot.

A dozen trucks surrounded them, and hundreds of uniformed soldiers held machine guns, their dark muzzles looking particularly terrifying in the darkness.

“Sirs, we are from the National Guard. We are here to detain you on orders from President Ken.” A leader recognized the two men and waved his hand.

A group of soldiers rushed forward and tied the two men up tightly.

Without the reminder that "you can remain silent" or the kind offer of "we'll help you get a lawyer," everything felt so rude.

Old Walter could no longer remain calm.

Can the most powerful Ministry of Justice still be of any use when facing the National Guard?
Sitting in the jeep, old Walter was filled with confusion.

Why was President Kenneth able to bypass the governor's authority and directly mobilize the National Guard?

Willie Biof was equally puzzled.

Isn't President Ken worried about those videotapes being leaked?

Late at night, the same scene unfolded on the streets of Hollywood.

Squads of National Guard troops stormed into the building. The mafia members were quite adept at dealing with the FBL, but they were no match for the brutal National Guard.

The same scene unfolded in the major cities of Xiaomei's hometown. Any Mafia members who dared to resist were shot dead on the spot, and the Mafia's documents hidden in the basement were dug up and loaded into trucks.

"What? Carlo Gambino is dead?"

At that moment, in a study at Long Island Estate, Michael Corleone of the Corleone family received an unbelievable answer.

The Gambino family is one of the most powerful members of the Mafia, far surpassing the Corleone family in influence.

Under Carlo Gambino's leadership, the family not only rose to become the chairman of the Mafia "Committee," but also gained complete control of the Mafia organization of the Mei family.

While the Corleone family was busy mediating neighborhood disputes, the Gambino family had already taken advantage of their armed ocean liners.

The two are not comparable at all.

Mike had the privilege of meeting Carlo once. The man wore a sharp $2000 suit, a pale red diamond ring, and a perfectly styled, shiny wig. He was a regular at New York's most prestigious clubs, hotels, and restaurants.

This mafia boss was actually shot dead on the spot.

This new godfather, who had once dealt with many family enemies in just a few days, originally thought he had long since become indifferent to life and death, but now a trace of panic rose in his heart.

Click, the phone was hung up.

Mike sat back in his chair and, for the first time, took a serious look at the middle-aged woman opposite him.

The woman had short, graying hair that reached her ears, yellow skin, and a thin, frail figure, appearing completely helpless.

Upon arriving before him, they directly told him that they were giving him a chance to live, a chance to preserve the Corleone family.

If it weren't for the significant influence of the introducer, and the fact that the person was from Red Star Entertainment Film Company, Mike would have already kicked this madman out of the manor.

Now, it's not this woman who's gone mad, it's the whole world.

Mike placed his hands on the table, trying his best not to reveal his emotions: "Darling..."

"You can call me Aunt Mei. Chinese is too complicated for you. You can just call me Mei." Aunt Mei remained as calm as when she first entered the study.

“Mei, I’ve just confirmed your information. Now we can talk about cooperation.” Mike narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze piercing the woman opposite him. It’s said that Eastern women are particularly weak, but he couldn’t see the slightest flaw in her.

"If you want to cooperate, shouldn't you first show your sincerity?" Aunt Mei tapped her fingers on the table. "I heard someone is willing to pay money to kill some of the painters' families. Now, I need that person."

"You actually know all this!" Mike's expression changed slightly.

News of Disney Wilson's arrival had been kept secret for a long time, and even within the family, very few people knew about it.

Mike, no longer concerned with finding the leaker, explained, "We didn't take any action."

Mike wasn't the type to act slowly; he just felt it was wrong to harm innocent people, which is why he delayed for a few days.

"It is precisely because you did not take action that you have been granted such a generous opportunity," Aunt May said in a deep voice.

Mike had never been at such a disadvantage as he was today. This mysterious Easterner seemed to know everything about him, while he knew very little about the other man.

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Aunt May spoke up again: "I will give you a condition that you cannot refuse."

"What?" Mike felt that the woman's words should have been his own.

Theresa May: "The National Guard is on its way."

Upon hearing this, Mike's expression changed drastically.

He didn't mind betraying Wilson, after all, what Wilson was about to do had crossed the line of basic human decency, but Mike was unwilling to be controlled by others.

He was well aware that once he handed the man over, he might have to take orders from him from then on.

Seeing that Mike was still hesitant, Aunt May wasn't in a hurry. She raised her wrist to check the time and said, "You have five minutes. After five minutes, the agreement is rescinded!"

Mike sensed a heavy atmosphere in the study. He was usually the one issuing ultimatums to others, but now it was happening to him.

The crux of the problem is that he found himself completely powerless to fight back.

"I agreed."

Mike sighed, picked up his pistol, and walked out of the study. A moment later, he came in with a middle-aged man in a suit.

“Mr. Mike, joining us is the wisest decision you’ve ever made.” Aunt May extended her hand to Mike.

"Thank you." Mike extended his hand as well.

Their two hands were clasped tightly together.

At this time, Michael was unaware that because of his decision, the Corleone family would become the largest mafia organization in America's family years later.

(End of this chapter)