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Chapter 88 The Irish
That night.

Inside a club.

Marigio, the big boss Victor, and the strategist Bartolo, the three men puffed on cigars and chatted about the gasoline tax business and the port deal they were about to acquire.

Regarding the Gaudi incident, the Gambino family did not act very strongly in the committee meeting. Faced with the aggressive Lucchese family, the Gambino family chose to back down.

Victor knew why: "Gambino's illness is getting worse, and we don't know how much longer he has to live. There are already some discordant voices within the Gambino family."

With Gambino gone, who will take over as the head of America's largest Mafia family?
Bartolo sighed, "Without Gambino's rule, many of his subordinates will be affected, and many others will face retribution. Many old grievances will be brought up again."

Gambino sheltered many people; once that protective umbrella falls, chaos will spread.

"Just wait and see what happens."

Victor stopped there, not continuing the conversation—he had already secretly intervened with some people within the Gambino family, attempting to cultivate relationships, provide assistance, promote them to higher positions, and seize their business.
At this moment, Marigio received the news and said, "Gottie and Pauli are both dead, and we have obtained all the materials from the port."

Upon hearing this news, both Victor and Bartolo exhaled a long puff of smoke.

Luca, that kid, is really efficient!
Gasoline tax, ports, and execution of violators.
The whole process was completed without delaying anything.

And the mastermind behind these actions
“Marigio.” Victor’s eyes were full of admiration. “With your talent and business acumen, it’s really a waste of your abilities to be a family commander. From now on, you will manage the family in my place.”

"It is my pleasure to serve you."

"However, we still need to follow the rules. We said before that we would announce it on the day of the public assembly. The time is coming soon, in just over a week. When you receive this honor in front of all your family members and other families, everyone will applaud and celebrate for you."

This must be considered a pre-arranged deal. Marigio was overjoyed and expressed his gratitude and pride with a respectful attitude.

I, Marigio, will one day sit in the same spot that Dominic once held!

Viktor asked curiously, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​a gasoline tax business? And what about the cooperation with the Russians? Those guys don't really trust us Italians."

He was genuinely curious; the gasoline tax business seemed simple, but there were just too many intricacies involved.
It was all Luca's idea. I just followed his instructions. Marigio felt both gratified and proud. His nephew Luca is much more capable than himself.

"It was actually by chance that I met some Russians who were in the gasoline tax business, and they were eager to seek cooperation."

Marigio immediately began to repeat the prepared remarks.

According to him, Luca was merely an executor, running errands for him and doing many things, while he, Marigio, was the one orchestrating everything behind the scenes.

Since Luca wants to keep a low profile, then as his uncle, I have to take good care of him.

A moment later, Victor and Bartolo said their goodbyes and left.

The two got into a car, and Bartolo drove.

“There’s someone behind Marigio giving him advice,” Victor said calmly.

Bartolo nodded. "He's good at getting things done, but he doesn't have that many bad ideas in his head."

Viktor thought carefully about who could give Marigio advice.

Of all of Marigio's subordinates, only Luca is decent; he owns a club and lives a comfortable life.

Thinking about this, Viktor suddenly missed the feeling of being in the club earlier. It was more comfortable than home, making him feel at ease and relaxed. His mind was relaxed and pleasant, and he didn't really want to think about the bloody and turbulent things in the underworld.

“I think the Russians are in charge,” Bartolo said. “The Russians are very shrewd when it comes to these shady businesses. They just lack some resources, so it’s not surprising that they’re partnering with the Italians.”

Viktor nodded, the faces of the Tarasov brothers appearing in his mind.

Vigo, that guy, roams the gaps between the five major families, like a jaguar circling a pride of lions.

An ambitious fellow.
"correct."

Thinking of ambitious people, Victor pondered, "That old bastard Gambino, he's almost dead, and he's still scheming against others. Even in death, he's thinking of dragging others down to hell with him. I promised to help him, and that's why he gave the port to our family and didn't hold it against us for executing Gaudi."

Bartolo looked thoughtful: "If this gets out, it won't have a good impact. The committee didn't pass the execution order. It's their personal feud, and our family can't take the blame for it."

Victor sighed, "You can only blame Joe Colombo for punching Gambino in the face back then. That old man is too vengeful; he's held a grudge ever since."

Joe Colombo deserves it. He organized a mass rally and made a high-profile appearance. People already disliked him, and then he went and exposed the inner workings of the Mafia through the media! Is he desperate for fame? Does he think that by organizing a rally and standing up for the Italians, he can wash away his past?

He asked for it!

His mouth must be shut forever! Gambino is willing to take the lead, so we'll just go along with it.

Bartolo thought for a moment: "Then let's find a scapegoat."

It's impossible to do it myself; I have to find a scapegoat to do it.

The public rally will definitely be very lively.

The next day.

Luca handed the materials over to Marigio, and he would handle the subsequent coordination between the dockworkers' union and the authorities.

Marigio has already internally designated a second boss, but it hasn't been announced yet. This gives them access to more family resources, and the top boss and strategist will also get involved to deal with some external troubles.

This is now a business we all share, so everyone has to contribute.

Luca can just wait for the results, and then...
Let's have a relaxing party!

Special event for SSR Club members!
That night, a large group of rare individuals from all walks of life arrived at the club, including gangsters, bikers, hitmen, police officers, FBI agents, Wall Street elites of all ages, from Matilda to William.

Of course, these are all rare cards; there are also many regular club members.

Everyone gets together, plays cards, drinks, and enjoys a wonderful time in the peaceful and reassuring environment of the club.

Many people also brought their friends and family.

Some people are lonely and not very sociable.

"John!" Luca, holding a glass of wine, found the murderer drowning his sorrows at the bar. "Are you hiding here drinking alone? Let me guess, are you missing Helen?"

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because the mention of it made John's gaze even more hostile. "How much longer will Helen be busy with her work? She's been away on business for over a month."

"You're blaming me now?" Luca chuckled. "Fine, I'll take the blame, but it won't be so easy for you to take it off later."

Luca looked apologetic. "Sorry, the club has some new filming work, and Helen will probably be busy for a while."

"Damn it!" The ruthless boss John silently downed a glass of wine.

“But,” Luca shrugged with a smile, “I gave her a few days off.”

"Ok?"

John was taken aback, and then Helen, in a beige dress, walked through the crowd on the dance floor and stood before him. She looked radiant today; perhaps her lover had given her plenty of energy.

"Surprised?" Helen smiled brightly.

Then came a passionate kiss.

When the two lovers finally parted, Luca was no longer there as a third wheel.

How many days off do you get this time?

“Three days.” Helen nestled in his arms. “I’m sorry I can’t stay by your side all the time. I really love this job. I asked Lucati for it myself, so please don’t blame him.”

"Lucata"

John was thinking of talking to Luca and his girlfriend about changing jobs, but seeing Helen's longing and expectant eyes, his heart softened. "Okay, but I hope we can see each other often."

When Helen finished her work, John hugged her tightly and told her that he would go and discuss his retirement with Vigotti.

The long separation did not diminish John's love for Helen; he found himself missing her more and more.

This feeling is something I've never experienced before.

It fascinated him, and he wanted to have it forever.

Compared to the loving couple John and his wife, McLean's family life was quite terrible.

He brought his wife and children to the party, a son and a daughter, who are about the same age as Matilda.

McLean was incredibly glad he had pulled out his SSR super membership card to convince his wife, Holly, to join. It turned out his wife was a discerning person; she had even been to the club once before with her friends, supposedly after seeing an advertisement in the newspaper and deciding to give it a try.

Once you're here, you don't really want to leave. The Silver Queen's invisible power makes people feel comfortable, safe, and relaxed from the very core of their being without them even realizing it, making it perfect for relieving fatigue and stress after work.

Holly fell in love with the place, but the high membership fees deterred her.

Why do you have a club membership card?

Inside the club's restaurant, Holly questioned her husband with a puzzled look, "SSR-004? What type is that? The monthly membership fee here, even the basic membership, is over a thousand a month. Can you afford it?"

"Uh"

McLean scratched his head, he didn't really understand either, anyway, he always came to pay by card to drink and get free drinks. "This card of mine is free, it was given to me by the club owner, he and I are friends."

Holly: "???"

Free? Could my incredibly unlucky ex-husband have been scammed?

McLean: "This card gives me free access to all the club's services. Take it if you need it. You can bring your kids here often."

Holly was shocked. This card was so high-end? Everything was free? It was much more advanced than her best friend's membership card. Basic members could only enjoy some free services, and some services required additional payment.

Has Old Mai's luck improved? He actually managed to get this kind of membership card.

How could he possibly know such a big shot as the club owner?

How do you know the owner here?

"That's a long story. I always run into him whenever I'm down on my luck."

"."

Holly was shocked again. What kind of incredible fate was this? Meeting someone when you're down on your luck, how could that be considered bad luck?
Just then, her two mischievous children came running over, hopping and skipping.

"Mommy, Daddy, an uncle just said he's a good friend of yours and gave us a small gift."

The eldest daughter and the youngest son both pulled out a membership card.

"My uncle said that with this, I can play anywhere at the club."

Holly: "."

She recognized it; it was a club VIP membership card. Was this a small welcome gift?

In an instant, Holly's gaze towards her husband underwent a subtle change. "Isn't your friend being a little too generous? Did you take a bullet for someone before? Why are you being so generous?"

McLean was also a little uneasy. "Old Pigeon, I asked you to seduce my wife, how are you going to seduce my child?"

But seeing the complicated expression on his wife's face when she looked at their children, McLean wondered if this tactic might actually be working.
Luca was preparing to meet two special guests.

—The people Marigio brought along said that they had been of great help in recruiting tanker truck drivers for this gasoline tax business.

Taking advantage of the club's party today, I'd like to use the club's premises to meet and discuss business.

Around 7 p.m., Luca met two middle-aged men in the cigar room.

[Rare Card Discovered: Frank Fitz Simons]

Fitz: D

[Source: The Irishman]

[Skill: None]

[Bond: Strangers]

[Rare Card Discovered: Frank Sheeran]

Frank: SR

[Source: The Irishman]

[Skills: Painter; Guild Master; Irish]

[Bond: Strangers]

Fitz is the current president of the American Truck Drivers Association!
Frank, chapter leader of the Bloomington Truck Drivers Union, and also the top hitman under the head of the Bufalino family.

Upon seeing these two people, Luca knew in his heart that the history of the Mafia was about to turn a new page.

The original story of The Irishman, through Frank's perspective and some minor details, roughly reconstructs part of the history of the rise and fall of the Mafia family.

Thinking about the upcoming mass rally, Luca's eyes filled with anticipation.

That shot at the conference was a pivotal moment; Luca was determined to change the course of history!
(End of this chapter)