money player

"In March 1946, Luciano arrived in Naples, Italy, by boat. When he got off the boat, he told reporters that he might live in Sicily, but he did not. He traveled in Italy for a while, and then secretly arrived in Havana, Cuba after some twists and turns."

Xian Yaowu narrated as he recalled, and what he said came from books and magazines that Xian Yaowen had circled, as well as some notes.

"In Havana, he convened a Mafia committee meeting under the pretext of watching singer Frank Sinatra perform. The three topics of the meeting were gambling investments in Cuba, the troubled Flamingo Hotel project in Las Vegas, and the business you were doing.

While Luciano was in prison, he left the Luciano Family in the hands of one of his brothers, Vito Genovese.

Genovese was a man with a hot temper and not much brains. He fell in love with his married cousin. Not only did they have an affair, but Genovese also hanged his cousin's husband and finally married his cousin.

Less than half a year after Genovese became the boss, he was facing prosecution for a murder case. Instead of staying in the United States to find a way to deal with it, he fled to Nola, a city near Naples, Italy, with some money.

In Italy, Genovese was not idle. He bribed some fascist party members and got to know Mussolini's son-in-law Ciano, thereby obtaining tacit permission for drug trafficking in Italy and being able to export drugs freely.

Before becoming the acting boss of the Luciano family, Genovese had been in charge of the family's drug business. He produced drugs in Italy and secretly shipped them to the United States. Between 1937 and 1943, Genovese made tens of millions of dollars through this business. Of course, the lion's share could not belong to him.

In 1943, when the Allies landed in Italy, Genovese switched sides and quickly offered his services to the U.S. Army. His original drug business ended and he started a black market business.

In 1945, his status as a fugitive was discovered and he was sent back to the United States for trial. Because all the witnesses who could accuse him were killed, the prosecution's charges against him failed, and he regained his freedom and returned to the Luciano family.

The following year, Luciano revived Genovese's drug business in Italy, which was one of the three topics discussed at the Havana meeting and which was generating nearly $2000 million in profits a year.

Xian Yaowu picked up the cup and took a sip of Yuanyang, then continued: "The first half of the story is about the first half, and the second half is about the story of Harlem in New York.

Harlem is an area dominated by black forces, and the Italian Mafia could not enter. There used to be a female boss there named Stephanie St. Clair, who mainly ran a lottery business similar to the lottery stall and made a lot of money, but she retired at the peak of her career and handed over the business to her subordinate Ellsworth Johnson when the business was at its best.

Ellsworth Johnson was also called Tumor-Bearing Johnson or Cripple Johnson because he had a tumor on the back of his head and walked with a slight limp.

After he became the boss, he not only continued his original lottery business, but also engaged in drug business. His drugs came from the Luciano family. Because Luciano's price was too high, he was always looking for a new source of drugs.

At this point, Xian Yaowu took out his wallet from his suit pocket, pulled out a banknote and placed it on the table. He then glanced at his watch and said, "That's the end of the story. I'm in a hurry to go to the court. So goodbye."

"Walk slowly."

After Xian Yaowu left, Zheng Yueying went to the office upstairs from the dining room and sat in a chair, lost in thought.

……

new York.

Li Shiying drove her car following the car in front on the road leading to the suburbs.

There is no moon tonight, the stars are dim, there are few vehicles on the road, and the eight headlights are dazzling in the dark.

Under the reading light, Cen Peipei was holding a newspaper in her hand. On the seat beside her was a paper music box, which was moving and playing beautiful music.

She was calm and followed the news in the newspaper that the American Broadcasting Corporation would broadcast color TV programs from the Empire State Building, wondering if she could catch the program and weighing whether to buy a color TV.

It's a new gadget that has just been launched on the market, and the price is a bit expensive.

The car continued to move forward, and when the time approached 1:30 in the morning, the headlights shone on a small river and several people standing by the river smoking. The car stopped, and Gambino, who was wearing a coat with his collar turned up and his hat brim pulled down low, came over and opened the back door for Tseng Peipei.

Cen Peipei got out of the car, gave Gambino a smile, pinched the waist of her coat and shook it to smooth out the wrinkles at the hem.

"Cen, I'm sorry to ask you out so late." Gambino said apologetically.

"Mr. Gambino, it's okay." Cen Peipei said, looking around, and when she looked away, she glanced at another person standing by the stream, "But why did you come to such a remote place?"

"Because I want to talk to you about something very important." Gambino made a gesture of invitation and led Cen Peipei to another person by the stream. "Cen, this is Mr. Genovese."

As soon as Gambino finished speaking, Genovese laughed and said, "Cen, I'm usually in Greenwich Village, and I often go to the flower club downstairs to buy Playboy."

After Genovese returned to New York, he wanted to take back the position of head of the Luciano family, but his successor Willy Moretti was naturally unwilling to return the power. Moreover, Luciano also lost trust in him. He could only return to his former gang, the "Greenwich Village Gang", to be a leader.

"Hello, Mr. Genovese." Tseng Peipei responded with a smile.

As soon as the greetings were over, Gambino immediately said, "Cen, please tell Adam that I want to borrow a few people from him. Also, I once blew up a ship that was smuggling drugs from Hong Kong. Some time ago, someone from Hong Kong came to investigate the matter."

Gambino handed Tseng Peipei a piece of paper and said, "This is the information on that person's passport."

Cen Peipei took it, glanced at the contents of the note, and then put it in her pocket. "Adam, communication is not convenient right now. I need some time to reply to you."

“Can I get a reply in a week?”

"should be no problem."

"That's no problem."

After dividing the watermelon, Xian Yaowen squatted down, tightened his hips, kept his arms close to his sides, and assumed the stance of boat fist. He punched with one step, and punched and retracted his fists in a small space.

After Kotari finished his training, he came to Xian Yaowen and waited for him to finish his training. He threw him a white towel and said, "Adam, did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad." Xian Yaowen wiped his forehead, hung the towel around his neck, and walked closer to Kothari. "Have you practiced Tenur Veda?"

Kothari chuckled, "Adam, you really know a lot about India. What do you practice?"

"Dragon Dao, a very young fighting technique."

"It's very strange, I haven't heard of it." Kothari shook his head.

Xian Yaowen smiled faintly and said, "It's normal that I haven't heard of it. Currently, only one martial arts school in Hong Kong is teaching the Dragon Dao."

“Very niche?”

"Hmm, suitable for actual combat."

"It's a chance to see actual combat." Kotari said with an ambiguous smile: "Breakfast at nine o'clock, you can go back to your room and have some dessert first. If it's not enough, please ask."

"Ahaha, I don't have the habit of eating dessert in the morning."

The two left the rooftop with a smile, and Xian Yaowen returned to the guest room. Aria heard the sound and walked out of the bathroom. She was only wearing a scarf, revealing her shoulders and fair skin.

The dry climate in the Arab region reduces the oil secretion of the skin, lowering the risk of clogged pores and acne. In addition, due to the diet, most women here have very delicate skin.

Aria came forward to help Xian Yaowen undress, "Master, do you want to take a bath now?"

After taking off Xian Yaowen's robe, her breathing became heavy, her fingers gently rubbed his abdominal muscles, and she said happily: "Master, your skin is so good, and your belly is so hard."

"This is called abdominal muscles, not belly." Xian Yaowen pinched Aria's shoulders and said gently, "You have never been to school?"

Aria shook her head slightly, "No."

Xian Yaowen hugged Aria into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the sink. "Is your father British?"

"Yes."

"Where's your mom?"

“Lebanon.”

"No wonder." Xian Yaowen thought to himself, and then asked, "Did your mother grow up in Lebanon?"

"No, she was born in Lebanon and came to Ajman when she was very young."

"With your family?"

Ajman is a poor place. After the pearl industry went into recession, the only way to make money is by relying on a date palm plantation. There are not many commercial activities there, and most importantly, there is no oil underground. Even dogs are unwilling to go there.

Aria shook her head, "No, she was sold."

"Your dad?"

"He was a pearl merchant who bought my mother from someone else," Alia said in a low voice. "When I was five years old, my mother died and he left Dubai."

“You grew up alone in Dubai?”

"He left behind a house and two servants, and I was kicked out when I was eleven."

"The servants chased you away?"

Aria shook her head, "No."

Xian Yaowen stroked Aria's back, "Allah has not abandoned you. I will take care of you and your child in the future. What is his name?"

Aria said sweetly, “Amira.”

"girl?"

"Yes."

"Does it look like you?"

"It's very similar."

“Life in Dubai is too hard, so I will take Amira and Ayesha to Hong Kong and send Amira to a nursery… A nursery is where children of her age go to school.

When she grows up and goes to primary school, then middle school and college, 20 years later, she will leave school, find a job she likes, meet someone she likes, get married and have children. "

Aria seemed to find it very beautiful, but she basically didn't understand it. She asked happily, "Master, what are elementary school, middle school, and college?"

"They are all schools, but the knowledge they teach is different, from the shallower to the deeper. After primary school, you only learn to read, but after graduating from university, you will know a lot." Xian Yaowen said in a magnetic voice: "Not everyone has the opportunity to go to university. Only a few people in this world can enter university, and even fewer girls. In Dubai, probably only the daughters of sheikhs and Kothari have the opportunity."

[Don’t be misled by the high probability of female college students in my article. The number of female college students in the 1950s was very small, and the situation was similar all over the world. However, our number of female college students was among the highest in the world at that time, and so was the status of women.]
Aria's eyes lit up, "Girls will have a high status when they enter university?"

"Do you know the pearl sprig?"

Aria nodded, her eyes becoming brighter, "As high as Pearl Twig?"

Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, "That's impossible. There have only been a few queens in the world. But if you go to college, you will have the opportunity to become a noble person like Kothari. Ah, no, Amira is already a noble person. I will raise her as my daughter."

"Thank you, Master." Aria stood up and knelt on the ground, saying gratefully, "Master, I will clean your body for you."

As she spoke, she leaned forward, lowered her head, and moved her mouth forward.

Xian Yaowen held her chin and said, "Alia, I like your way of expressing gratitude, but not now. Please help me clean my body. Just clean my body. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Aria took off her scarf, picked up a towel from the side, dipped it in water and wiped Xian Yaowen's body.

After taking a shower, go to the garden to have breakfast.

It was still the same wooden platform as yesterday, but the woman next to Kothari had changed. This time she was a top-grade black pearl. Judging from her appearance and skin color, she was most likely Nigerian.

According to etiquette, the hostess should have come out to entertain the guests yesterday, but she has not shown up until now. It is estimated that Kothari does not have a formal wife yet.

Xian Yaowen thought to himself, walked up to the wooden platform, sat opposite Kotari, and let Aria sit next to him.

Kothari ordered Black Pearl to portion the food, using his hands instead of his mouth. Black Pearl followed his orders, picked up a piece of shawarma, pointed at the side dishes on it, and looked at Xian Yaowen for his opinion.

Xian Yaowen pointed at two side dishes, looked at Kothari, and said jokingly: "So, there is no way to communicate in language?"

Kothari disagreed: "Communication does not necessarily require language."

"I understand." Xian Yaowen shrugged. "Where did you find this treasure?"

"you want?"

“No, I’m not interested in black people living in Africa.”

"why?"

Xian Yaowen took the shawarma handed over by Black Pearl and put it on his plate. "Some places in Africa are too primitive and not developed enough."

"So?" (End of this chapter)