Life is unpredictable, a restaurant in New York.
It’s been a long time since I attended the Corleone family wedding.
More than a month has passed.
At this moment, Noodles and Max were drinking from a five-gallon bucket of spirits.
Regarding what happened last time.
There is nothing special about the noodles.
Perhaps it's because when he was a teenager, the scene of his friend dying in front of him was too shocking to his soul.
Noodles cares about the few remaining friends.
The principle of life I believe in is that if you have wine now, you will be drunk now.
future?
A bastard like me, who is riding a horse, what kind of future can I think of?
But as Noodles’ good friend and best friend—Max.
He is completely different from himself.
This guy is very smart and always thinks of things that noodles can't think of.
For example, when Noodles got drunk in a pub.
Max wonders how long the moonshine business can continue.
Is it possible that this is the only chance in my life?
When the moonshining industry is completely destroyed, where should I go?
So a month ago, by chance, I attended the wedding of the noble daughter of the Corleone family.
Max was obviously worried about gain and loss.
Noodles didn't know what Max was thinking, and he wouldn't ask him this question.
People are different.
Noodles has met all kinds of people over the years, and finally he summed up a life experience——
The basis of friendship is mutual respect.
Don't impose your own ideas on the other person, for example: I think XXX, so I should XXX.
This is a very selfish and arrogant manifestation.
Rather than being self-righteous for your own good, a glass of wine can actually solve this problem.
So I looked at the Italian guy opposite who was wearing a handsome windbreaker and a handsome face, but there was a bit of gloom in his eyebrows.
Noodles looked at the other person's wine glass with a look of disgust:
"Where are you raising fish? Drink quickly!"
Max rolled his eyes helplessly, looking at the noodles as if he were looking at a fool.
But even so, he still picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.
Maybe this is a friend.
He dislikes you, but at the same time he obeys you.
"Dong dong dong~"
There was a knock on the door.
In an instant, the bustling tavern became quiet.
Since Prohibition was enacted in 1920, the price of alcohol has skyrocketed.
On the one hand, it is due to policy influence, and on the other hand, it is because of the amazing profits of the wine itself.
The one-stop model from production to sales led by the Corleone family has become an industry model in the current moonshine field.
But not all gangs that sell illegal liquor can be called families.
New York is huge, but there is only one Corleone and five Italian families.
And how do small and medium-sized gangs survive?
We can't afford regular bars, so these three-no pubs without business licenses are created.
Generally, most of the guests in this kind of tavern are acquaintances.
So the moment they heard the knock on the door, a thought came to everyone's mind -
Damn it, could it be a black dog coming to check the private bar?
Fortunately, the next second, when the door of the bar was pushed open, a gentleman-looking man in a black suit walked in.
He glanced around with a bit of surprise, then shrugged:
"I know I'm handsome, but sorry, I'm not interested in the business of making twenty dollars in three minutes.
Please bring me a glass of whiskey on the rocks. "
After the words fell, the originally silent crowd became lively again.
"Are you kidding? It's obviously ten minutes!"
"You only have ten minutes, I can get there in half an hour!"
"It's disgusting. I didn't expect Nantong to be by my side. I'm so scared~"
"Get out of here and punch me!"
"Stronger, brother, harder~"
"Eh~~ So disgusting!"
A transparent square glass cup, filled with two-thirds of low-quality ice cubes and a portion of brown homemade whiskey.
The new handsome guy is very polite.
He said thank you to the bar owner and handed over a twenty-dollar bill:
"I want to ask about two people, one is named Noodles, the other is Max, and the rest is your tip."
The tavern owner was stunned for a moment because the people sitting next to him were Noodles and Max.
But before he could speak, a hand stretched out from the side and took away the twenty-dollar bill.
Noodles laughed and leaned over, looking up and down at the handsome stranger in front of him:
"Are you looking for Noodles and Max?"
The man looked at the two people in front of him, then raised his eyebrows:
"It seems like you know each other?"
Noodles looked normal and spoke nonsense seriously:
"Of course, I'm friends with them. Can I ask what you're doing with them?"
The man seemed moved by Noodles' sincere acting.
After a little thought, he stated his purpose:
"My boss needs these two people working for him."
Max next to him raised his eyebrows and asked curiously:
"Who do you work for?"
This sentence made the man a little distressed. He took a sip of ice-cold whiskey and showed the distressed look of a working man:
"Strictly speaking, it was for myself, but I couldn't help it. He made an offer that I couldn't refuse."
After the words fell, Noodles and Max looked at each other.
After understanding what Max meant.
Noodles pretended to be thinking, and then he asked seriously:
"Can you tell me in detail? I don't think I'm worse than these two people."
The man in front of the bar shook his head and put down his glass:
"Strictly speaking, you shouldn't ask me this question, but your boss."
Noodles raised his eyebrows:
"so?"
But at this moment the stranger had stood up and patted Noodles on the shoulder:
"Let's go, gentlemen, the boss is waiting for you."
Noodles panicked, but pretended to be confused on the surface:
"what are you saying?"
The strange man opposite shook his head. His eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and directly revealed their identities:
"Do you want me to be more specific? Noodles and Mr. Max, I will wait for you in the car outside the door."
After saying that, the man ignored the ugly expressions on their faces and walked directly out the door.
On the other side, as the man left, Noodles looked at his friend next to him:
"Max, what should we do?"
Max frowned. He seemed to be thinking about something, and his frown was like a pimple.
But regarding the inquiry about noodles, his attitude was very firm and without any hesitation:
"go!"
This made Noodles very puzzled, and his expression showed a bit of resistance:
"But now we don't even know who the other person is."
Max shook his head, patted the other party's shoulder, and with a flicker in his eyes, he said to his friend in a serious voice:
"It's not important. Do you remember what this man said just now? His boss made him an offer he couldn't refuse!"
The man in front of me is extraordinary.
Whether it is his conversation or behavior, he is completely different from these bastards in the tavern.
Max could see the difference in him at first sight.
The other party was obviously someone who had some contact with upper class society.
This reminded both of them subconsciously of the wedding they attended more than a month ago.
In the eyes of most people, the wedding of the Corleone family should be a gathering of a bunch of vicious brothers.
But actually?
Everyone is very elegant.
Godfather Corleone is also very kind, and the wedding scene will make people feel envious and moved from the bottom of their hearts.
Max's point is simple.
The identity of the other party is extraordinary, and low-level gangsters like them lying in the mud have no right to refuse.
Noodles was a little dissatisfied and subconsciously said:
"Is that why?"
The noodles are simple.
He is never afraid of the sky or the earth, and he can always face things in the best possible condition.
Max can't do this, so he often envies Noodles who is silly and happy all day long, and envies that the other person can live so happily and purely.
Why was Max so determined just now?
Because he thought about who the man in front of him was.
His name is Weinberg, and he was arrested and imprisoned two years ago for successfully toying with the man in the White House.
Max didn't know much about the other party.
But one thing is for sure.
The other party will definitely go to jail after being arrested, and the sentence will definitely not be as easy as only two years!
Max didn't know how he could get such a hard-core ruthless man out of jail.
He is different from noodles who are not afraid of the sky or the earth.
He understood very early on that there were some invisible rules in this world, and he could only obey in front of these rules.
Besides... danger and opportunity coexist!
Max is an ambitious man, and he is keenly aware that this will be an opportunity for him!
So the next moment, Max patted the other party on the shoulder, and then pulled his friend towards the bathroom of the pub:
"Okay, go wash your face quickly.
I have to be careful for a while, I have a hunch that the person I’m going to see next is something special! "
