Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 535 Italy! The Powers That Be
Bali's gentle sunshine shines on the golden beach, and the waves gently hit the shore, trying to keep those who are leaving.

At the airport, Li You's white suit was open, revealing the red shirt underneath. He stood in front of the VIP channel with a smile and said goodbye to Mou Xianmin and Li Youmo.

Li Youmo had a ponytail, wore casual jeans and a loose T-shirt, and followed Mou Xianmin with light steps.

Mou Xianmin was wearing a dress, looking gentle and elegant, with her long hair gently draped over her shoulders.

There were not many people in the VIP channel, but from other places in the distance, the sound of rolling suitcase wheels, boarding announcements on the radio and the buzz of various languages ​​could be heard.

Li You hugged them each and turned to leave.

The two people who stayed behind stood there, watching him lead people to the boarding gate, still with a warm smile on their faces.

A trace of uneasiness flashed in Li Youmo's eyes. She pulled Mou Xianmin's arm and said, "He..."

"no problem."

Of course they were a little worried, this was Naples, Italy.

Rumor has it.
This is the birthplace of Italy's oldest mafia.

The roar of the plane taking off gradually faded away, and the Bali airport returned to its usual busyness.

On the plane, Li You frowned and thought.

The vacation is over, and according to the normal schedule, we are going to return to the Korean Peninsula with them.

But the world doesn't always go according to plan.

A phone call from Larry changed his schedule.

This High Table messenger has not appeared for a long time since the last meeting.

It just so happened that Li You called when he was on vacation in Bali.

Larry explained it very clearly over the phone.

All the owners of the seats at the high table will come this time, and it can be regarded as the year-end party for these people in power in the underworld.

On ordinary days, there is no such opportunity to bring them together.

The owners of the other eleven seats decided to meet with Li You today.

Although it was called a meeting, Li You also knew that these people had met him with their own eyes.

Seeing is believing. No one wants to recruit a fool into their organization.

Why Italy and Naples?
As the oldest Italian Mafia, the Camorra has a full seat at the High Table.

If the core of power of the High Table is the twelve seats, then Italy is the dominant party among the twelve seats.

The Camorra in Naples, the 'Ndrangheta in Calabria, Cosa Nostra in Sicily.

The three major mafias originally held three seats at the High Table.

The goal that Li You once pursued was "our career".

In the 1980s, under the leadership of Godfather Reina, "Our Cause" dominated Sicily.

It was only at the peak of their careers that they started killing the thorns in their eyes, namely the police, judges and government officials.

He even "assassinated" a number of influential political figures and openly declared war on the Italian government.

Li You has tried his best to restrain himself on the Korean Peninsula.

But the Godfather of Ruzhongtian never plays tricks. Politicians, policemen and judges are all shit and can be blown up at any time.

All this completely aroused public indignation and for the first time prompted Italy to strike back at their arrogance with an iron fist.

In the early 1990s, after the arrest of the Godfather, Cosmopolitanism suffered a severe blow and was seriously damaged.

After Godfather Reina was arrested, the new acting person in power made adjustments to his future career and completely retreated to Sicily. He no longer thought about dominating all of Italy and never created any big, hot scenes to anger the people.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Many of the families under Our Cause are not even as good as its former affiliated forces.

The three major Italian mafias all have basically the same way of operating. They are all made up of several families, and each family has a boss. Every once in a while, the bosses will get together to hold meetings to solve internal and external problems.

Once the Godfather fell, no one could command the support of the people, and the acting ruler could only maintain the balance between the Sicilian families.

If Godfather Reina is a dictator, then the person in power now is the elected chairman of a company's board of directors.

To put it more bluntly, the powers that Quan Kaka and Yin Kaka can mobilize are completely different.

In the eyes of today's High Table, they are no longer able to exercise the power of the Twelve Seats of the High Table.

Especially the Camorra people.

After all, even many of the families within each mafia are not united, let alone the three most competitive mafias in Italy.

Cramo had already established a small group within Cramo that specialized in combating the Sicilian 'Our Cause' operating in Naples and the Corsican criminal groups.

But 'Our Cause' has never left the High Table and still holds that seat.

Naples International Airport, Italy.

The plane Li You was on slowly descended from the blue sky of Italy.

In the entry and exit hall, staff and guests went about their work as usual, which was boring and dull.

Until those men in black suits appeared here.

Camorra!
This is Naples. These Camorra members are not hiding anything, nor are they doing anything out of line.

They also count on more tourists to boost the economy, so they can earn more.

Just like the Southeast Asian cyber fraud groups in the future, if there are not enough tourists, how can they get more staff?

The Camorra has a longer-term vision and will not do anything that will kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. They are now impossible to defeat because they have completely penetrated and integrated into Naples and even Italian society.

The Camorra hides in daily life, exuding a silent influence. As long as the businessmen and people make money, they make money.

"Hello." This gentle Italian voice reached the ears of the waitress at the exit of the VIP passage.

The waitress raised her head and looked at the gentle man in front of her in a daze.

Because of the man's skin color, she felt inexplicably curious.

Standing behind the man were mostly white-skinned men, except for him.
"We are here to pick up our guests," the young man in an obviously expensive suit said softly, "In order to better welcome our guests, can I go in and wait?"

The waitress hesitated, "You'll need to sign this."

"No problem," the young man picked up a pen and wrote his name on it.

"Vincenzo," the waitress watched him write his name. After repeating it, she was about to raise her head to signal that he could come in when she saw a red rose being handed to her by the man. "Thank you, dear."

The man with a somewhat noble look adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, smiled and walked towards the VIP room without looking at the blonde girl again.

Li You didn't bring many people with him, even if all of them were with Jae-jun, there were less than sixteen people.

Li You's gaze passed through the half-open door of the lounge and caught sight of the sitting figure. The young man was wearing a well-tailored suit with a shiny collar pin on his collar.

Seeing Li You step into this private space, he gently put down his wine glass and stood up gently and politely.

That posture from the inside out is consistent with the rumor that Italy is rich in gentlemen.

The young man's meticulous manner revealed his respect for Li You.

"Welcome, President Li."

The voice is very attractive, as if every word and sentence has been carefully selected.

Li You raised his eyebrows slightly, and...
"What should I call you?"

"Vincenzo Cassano."

Li You nodded slightly, "Italian?"

Vincenzo was stunned for about half a second, then nodded quickly, "Yes."

He couldn't help but feel a little bit fond of Li You.

"What is your position in the Cassano family?"

"Legal advisor," Vincenzo looked at his watch, "If President Li has anything else to ask, why don't we talk on the way?"

He smiled apologetically, "It's quite far from the airport, we have to leave quickly."

"understand."

Vincenzo walked in front of Li You, slowly leading the way and explaining some issues to Li You.

For example, the Cassano family is just a mid-level family among the seventeen families of Camorra. Another example is that the "chairman" who currently holds power in Camorra is the old patriarch of the De'Antonio family.

The two of them were the first to walk out of the VIP passage, and the men in black suits parted ways to make way for them.

These members of the Cassano family all nodded and stood, showing their respect for them.

The waitress watched them walk away, then looked back at the rose in her hand and smiled helplessly.

But who on earth is this person that could make the Camorra family mobilize so many troops?
The waitress quickly shook her head, trying to shake off the things she shouldn't know.

The convoy slowly drove away from the airport. Li You's brows were slightly raised in the car, but there was a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes passed through the car window, passing the scenery of Naples, Italy.

In "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily", the scenery of Italy is well displayed.

But actually look at.
It’s also hard to put into words.

Besides, not every woman in Italy is Malena, and it is even more impossible for someone to have a face like Monica who plays Malena.

Just like some of the desirable scenic spots in Korean dramas, only after arriving will you find that they are actually just a small alley or a small courtyard.

The car was driving very fast and gradually drove into a deserted road.

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Li You looked through the car window, looking at both sides.

On both sides of the road, there are endless green leaves and bunches of crystal clear grapes. The sunlight shining through them makes them look even more lush and leafy.

"This is the most important vineyard of the Cassano family," Vincenzo said softly, "Italian wine, and it is also the most famous product in the world."

Li You opened the window, and a breeze blew through, filling the air with a faint scent of fruit and soil.

Because of Italy's geographical advantages, grapes are cultivated in almost all regions and there are more than one million vineyards, but there are probably not many vineyards this large in the whole of Italy.

Italy is the oldest wine producing region in the world. In the past 2005, Italy's wine production accounted for about one-fifth of the world's total wine production, second only to France.

The vehicle passed through several kilometers of road in the center of the vineyard. The grape vines on both sides were like knights, tall and majestic.

As the vehicle moved forward, the outline of the manor gradually became clear.

This estate still belongs to Cassano today. Its core building is located on the hillside, overlooking the vineyards all around, like a king ruling his territory.

The Italian sunshine is shining, and the red tiles and white walls look particularly dazzling under the sunlight. Every brick and tile is beautiful.

The convoy stopped in front of a magnificent manor. The guards at the gate were wearing black suits. After seeing Vincenzo's face, they confirmed that it was Vincenzo's face and slowly opened the heavy door.

The vehicles passed by, leaving behind a series of brisk motor sounds.

The members of the Cassano family guarding the door were solemn and respectful, with an obvious awe in their eyes.

Walk through the gate and park the car in the parking lot full of luxury cars. Get out of the car and walk to the stone road in the middle. On both sides of the road are two open lawns with lush greenery and some sculptures and fountains.

"President Li," Vincenzo said politely, "please follow me."

Li You looked calm and followed Vincenzo.

At the end of the stone road, there is a wide and majestic staircase, and the end of the staircase is the castle gate.

The two walked to the middle of the stairs, and saw some lounge chairs and parasols placed on the open-air stands that were deliberately left empty on the side.

From this position, you can see large areas of vineyards. In the evening, the sun shines on this area, dyeing the sky orange.

Go up further and you will see the white castle at the end.

When Li You first arrived at the vineyard, the members of the High Table who had arrived at the castle earlier gathered in a not-so-large conference room.

The light in the conference room was a little dim. There was not even a window, and there were no lights installed. Instead, mysterious-looking candlesticks were used.

There was a candlestick in front of each position, and the slightly swaying flame of the candlestick illuminated part of their faces.

"Are you sure you want to bring in a Korean this time?" A fat man in a suit and tie frowned.

"Look down on him?"

"That's not it."

Even if he felt that way, he would not say yes.

Even if the country he is in is equivalent to the other party's current suzerain state, he cannot speak carelessly.

"Hypocrisy," a big man sneered, "Do you think you've become stronger again?"

"Better than your disbandment," the fat man laughed at the big man who was a Soviet, "Can I still call you a Soviet?"

"Okay, okay," the thin man in a Zhongshan suit acted as a peacemaker and spoke English with a unique accent, "stop arguing." The fat man and the big man wanted to ridicule each other again, but in the end they gave the thin man this face.

"I heard he did a lot of things in South America," the thin man thought for a moment, "What does the cartel think of him?"

"There are good and bad ones," a typical Mexican man said carelessly, but with a bit of viciousness in his eyes, "His future car sells very well in South America, and it is cheap and sturdy. Our buses now use it."

God damn bus.
The skinny man actually looked down on this drug lord from Latin America, thinking he was a pure barbarian.

"That's not what I'm asking about. It's about Suriname."

"That place has a big market," the Mexican man waved his hand nonchalantly, "Before, there was a Korean guy named something who hooked up with the people in Colombia. He just happened to help us kill this guy who was in collusion with the Cali Cartel."

"Good news," he chuckled, "The Cali Cartel is now being targeted by the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration and is being chased all day long. Our business is getting better and better."

"Don't just let me speak, let his neighbor across the sea speak," the Mexican man pointed to an old man in kimono.

"What do you think?"

"We stand together with the Shimazu family," the old man said solemnly, "The head of the Shimazu family supports him very much."

"Shimazu? Hotel manager in Osaka?" The thin man in the Zhongshan suit was a little surprised. He thought that the Japanese Yakuza would be the most opposed, but it turned out that there was such a relationship.

"It's him."

"I can't tell." He thought carefully, and then thought of the Korean Peninsula leader who had just visited the capital two days ago, and the vague meaning conveyed by him.

It has not been long since Hong Kong Island was returned. If it wants to continue to exist quietly and not be purged, it must honestly do things according to the instructions.

He counted the votes in his head.

One vote for the Mexican barbarians, one vote for the old stubborn kimono, and one vote for myself.
And judging from the situation, the Russian bastards and the American fat guy are still going to confront each other, so Chairman Li can still get a vote.

It’s hard to say about the other four votes.

It’s a bit of a headache. If I had known, I wouldn’t have agreed to let the old man come.

The thin man glanced at the two British and French representatives who were wearing hoods and acting mysteriously, as well as the Italians who remained silent and kept himself out of the matter, and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"President Li, the meeting has already started. You can go up. Just follow this staircase to the top floor."

Vincenzo led the way to the first floor of the castle, and after saying these words he stood aside and did not move forward.

Normally, he could enter and exit the Cassano family's castle at will, but when it came to the arrival of the world's big shots, he could only stay here.

Li You nodded at him and walked straight up the stairs.

He walked along the spiral staircase to the end. The reliefs on the arch at the staircase entrance and the murals hanging in the corridor really had a noble atmosphere.

However, there was no one in the corridor, which made it seem a little too peaceful.

In fact, there are cameras everywhere in the castle, including the spiral staircase, to monitor the situation everywhere.

"Please come this way." There was a bend at the end of the corridor, and standing at the bend was Larry, the High Table envoy who went to the Korean Peninsula to invite Li You.

He respectfully invited Li You to go to the end of the corridor and take the stairs leading to the attic.

Outside the attic, Larry knocked on the door and heard a voice from inside allowing entry.

Larry opened the door and made way, and Li You walked in calmly.

It was really weird. He wanted to see what these black bosses could do.

As he got closer, he felt that these people in power in the world's underground forces were all a little abnormal.

There was a row of candlesticks on the long table for lighting, and the light was dim, making this place look just like it was hundreds of years ago.

"President Li," An old Italian man sat in the first seat.

The old Italian man was wearing a satin robe embroidered with gold thread, which was intricate and exquisite.

Time has left its mark on his face, but he still has that elegance.

He held a slender cane inlaid with fine ivory in one hand, while the other hand, adorned with a jeweled ring, was extended.

(Old Antonio, the head of the Camorra Mafia in Naples, Italy)

Old D'Antonio kindly asked Li You to take a seat, "Please take a seat."

When Li You sat down, he quickly counted them and found that there were exactly eleven people, no more, no less. There was no disrespect or attempt to show off to him, and they were all there waiting for him.

"We all know President Li's information," the first Italian old man smiled, "Shall we introduce ourselves to President Li as well?"

From what he said, it seemed that he had already secured the seat for Li You.

"Since you have no objection, I will come first," the old man stroked his white beard, "I am the head of the Camorra, Calle de Antonio."

Li You gave him a polite smile and looked to his left.

The man next to him was about the same age as old D'Antonio, probably in his seventies or eighties, but he was taller and more upright. He was wearing an exquisite black tuxedo with a shining gold brooch on his collar.

A wide-brimmed black tall hat covered his white hair, with the brim drooping slightly, and his expression became a little colder. "The 'Ndrangheta, Morabito."

(Morabito, the 'parent' of the 'Ndrangheta, one of the three major Italian mafias)

"Our cause, Provenzano."

The last Italian who spoke was a younger man who spoke very quickly. He retreated into the darkness behind the candlelight and didn't like to show his face.

Li You understood that this should be the current nominal 'parent' of 'our business'.

"Cosa Nostra, Raul Hernandez," the fat American said carelessly, "Just call me Raul."

The Russian guy not far away sneered.

"Rom Gang, Andre."

"You have to be careful," said the fat American, Roll, sarcastically, "This guy is from the KGB."

"Leave far away!"

"Triad, Huang Tianyi, please take care of me in the future, President Li," the man in a Zhongshan suit who looked like he had practiced martial arts for many years nodded at Li You, his goodwill clearly expressed.

As they were introducing themselves, Li You was also evaluating them.

"Mutual Aid, Sloane."

A black charlatan from the UK who uses a sewing machine to deceive his brainwashed killers.

Li You didn't believe that the sewing machine could predict the future. If it could, everyone present would die.

"Brotherhood, William."

A dangerous guy from France, but to this extent, he obviously has no supernatural powers and is just an ordinary human killer.

"Inagawa-kai, Inagawa Yuhiro."

The old man in kimono nodded to Li You and said, "I would like to say hello to Chairman Li on behalf of the head of the Shimazu family."

"Thank you," Li You nodded with a smile.

"Ahem," the typical Latin American man cleared his throat, "Cartel or Sinaloa, Palma."

The last one.
"Benjamin Rothschild, what happened before." The ordinary-looking brown-haired man bowed his head apologetically towards Li You, "I'm sorry to bother you, President Li."

"."Li You knew what he was talking about.

He was talking about Bai Jingen sending modified humans to harass him, and it turned out to be this huge monster.

Not buddy
Aren't you bankers and financiers from generation to generation? How do you have anything to do with this?

Not only are there the mafia, gangs, underworld groups, drug lords, and even assassins, but financiers have also joined in the fun.

"It doesn't matter," Li You sighed, "As long as the misunderstanding is resolved."

"Now that we all know each other," old D'Antonio began his long speech.

"Then I'll start."

"The High Table's declaration is 'Please be loyal to the High Table, serve the High Table, and everything must be subject to the High Table'. We are the ones who are subject to it."

"Since we enjoy the resources of the alliance, we must naturally provide support to the alliance," Old D'Antonio said seriously, "Anyone who disobeys the High Table will pay the price."

"The history of the High Table is older than the Roman Empire," said Old D'Antonio meaningfully, although in reality they had nothing to do with the High Table of the past.

"The Twelve Chiefs of the High Table enjoy the greatest power in the underground world. Death fights are not allowed between allies."

Private fighting and competition are acceptable, but generally no one would travel such a long distance to grab territory.

“Our main task is to resolve conflicts between all gangs around the world and organize negotiations between the two sides.

It is also to sentence people or gangs to be hunted down or sanctioned worldwide.”

Old D'Antonio said solemnly: "Our highest symbol of power is the elder deep in the Casablanca desert."

"he"

Old D'Antonio was still in awe and didn't say much, "President Li can find out in private."

He glanced at William of the Brotherhood without leaving a trace.

These people are considered die-hard supporters of the elders, it’s like they’ve been fucking brainwashed.

"There are many affiliated forces under the High Table," Old D'Antonio said solemnly, "President Li can learn about them slowly."

"What do I have to give?"

"Pay?" Old D'Antonio was stunned.

The fat American Roll, who was not far away, burst out laughing, "It costs us our reputation."

"After tonight, leaders and chieftains around the world will know that there is a new seat at the High Table. That is enough."

"We formed the High Table, not the High Table that made us part of it," Rawl said, with the American conceit of this era.

He waved his hand casually, "Don't listen to old D'Antonio's nonsense. The elder is just a symbol."

"Well, you should know about constitutional monarchy. That's what elders are for."

"." Li You seemed to be thinking, if it was according to the script in his previous life, the elders might have a higher status, but in this naked world of cannibalism, an elder who is just a vase probably cannot convince the public at all.

Li You suddenly felt a chill, but it was not directed at himself, but at the American, Roll.

"Don't look at me, William," Luo Er fanned his big fat hands. "It's true that you support and protect the elder, but I haven't seen you go to the desert to serve him, let alone listen to his orders."

"We are now inviting new seat holders, and the elders dare to object?"

"." William was silent for a while, turned his head away and didn't look at the fat guy.

The High Table is only the High Table when we join.

If we don't join, even Gao Zhumao is not a member.

Li You was a little silent. His personality was surprisingly softer than those people who were immersed in the highest power all day long.

"That's all," Old D'Antonio said with a smile. "In fact, Chairman Lee's reputation has long been known in the underworld. The mercenaries in Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as the gangs across the Korean Peninsula, are Chairman Lee's muscles."

After the meeting, Li You officially joined the High Table.

vote
Huang Tianyi’s previous worries were unnecessary, of course it was passed unanimously.

Even afterwards, many people wanted to chat with Li You privately.

For example, Andrei hinted to Li You that the Russian arms dealer Yule, with whom Li You is currently cooperating, is in cahoots with him and works for Vladimir the Great.

Huang Tianyi also came over and expressed some ideas from the upper level to Li You, mainly about business.

The most important one is Benjamin from the Rothschild family.

"Chairman Li," he said with a smile, "We want to open a research institute in Jeju Island."

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If he didn't know that he had no flaws exposed, Li You would even suspect that his [Longevity Species] and [Supernatural] entries had been discovered.

"President Li, don't worry," Benjamin looked over with a smile, "President Li will certainly have a share of the research results."

Li You raised his eyebrows, "So generous?"

Benjamin thought to himself, as expected, Li You already knew what they were researching.

“Of course,” Benjamin sighed, “People like that are becoming increasingly difficult to control. I’m ready to give the order to have them cleaned up.”

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Li You nodded thoughtfully. This was the great purge in the original work coming ahead of schedule.

"The party is about to begin," Benjamin checked his watch, "we have to speed up."

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"Cheers! Celebrate the future of the High Table!"

(End of this chapter)