New York, Chinatown,
Stanley, who had launched the search during the day, was patrolling with the police officers.
I don’t know how a police officer who cheated on his wife could have the nerve to tell his subordinates not to collect dirty money.
Anyway, Lu Yan is not his subordinate, otherwise his backhand would be an "American style Iai".
It’s true that the crow falls on the pig, and you can’t see that you are black!
On the other hand, Lu Yan felt that Joey Tai was in line with his own taste.
He was ruthless enough. He first killed his father-in-law, then killed the subordinate responsible for the attack, then created a family conflict, shifted the target, and forced the leader to abdicate. Then he made his debut, and it was clear that he was bad.
A restaurant with Cantonese cuisine on its signboard,
Lu Yan, Luo Xi and others quickly took their seats.
Walking forward, the waiter said in English: "Sir, what do you want to eat?"
"Just the signature dish, remember not to mess with me with things that fool foreigners!"
Speaking in pure Cantonese, Lu Yan looked at the waiter with a smile on his face,
"You sir?"
Looking at Lu Yan in surprise, the waiter opened his mouth with a dull look on his face.
"Mixed race, my mother is from Tang Dynasty!"
Looking at the shocked waiter, Lu Yan explained,
"It turns out he's half of us. It's easy to talk about. I'll go to the kitchen to make arrangements right now!"
Looking at Lu Yan happily, the waiter quickly turned around and left.
Looking at Lu Yan in surprise, Rossi and others had no idea how their godfather could speak Cantonese.
Facing their shocked looks, Lu Yan spread his hands and said, "If you want to learn from other places in the future, this is a necessary condition for doing business. Do you understand?"
"Yes, boss!"
After hearing Lu Yan's admonishment, Rossi and others nodded quickly.
Not long after, a handsome and elegant man in a suit walked in from the door, accompanied by an African-American bodyguard.
Looking at the gentle temperament that permeated the other person from beginning to end, Lu Yan knew that he was Joey Tai.
A man who is so handsome that he is rated as the most handsome man in the continent.
Facing this kind of person, Lu Yan also felt that his appearance was overpowering him, which was simply too irritating.
The purpose of coming to the restaurant this time is to sponsor a Tang man to go to college.
As the leader of Chinatown, he is not only responsible for his subordinates, but also needs to help his compatriots and deal with various problems.
No money to go to college, bullying from outsiders, etc...
The relevant matters were quickly negotiated, and Joytai was about to leave when he saw a person on the table in the distance looking at him with a smile.
Frowning curiously, Joey Tai could not help but ask the person next to him: "Who is he?"
Seeing the people at the two tables next to Lu Yan who looked like bodyguards, Joey Tai felt that Lu Yan's identity was not simple.
"Mr. Joy, come and sit with us!"
Waving his hand, Lu Yan greeted Joey Tai.
People like Joey Tai are very ruthless and will never be willing to stay under others for a long time.
But it doesn't matter to Lu Yan. He doesn't want to control the other party. Some things can even be left to him. For example, I believe Joey Tai will be willing to do the next "business".
"Leader, let me ask you clearly. They are a group of Malfia, and the leader is a mixed race, half a compatriot!"
Po Po opened his mouth and the African-American bodyguard quickly found out.
Hearing this, Joey Tai smiled, walked up and spoke in Cantonese: "Sir, I'm glad to meet you at my hometown restaurant!"
"Nice to meet you here too, Joey!"
Speaking in proficient Cantonese, Lu Yan chuckled,
"Do you need help with something from me?"
Looking at Lu Yan curiously, Joey Tai asked with some confusion,
Since the other party is Mafia, does he want to cooperate with me?
"NO.NO.NO, it's not me who needs help, it's you!"
Looking at Joey Tai, Lu Yan took out a box of cigars from his arms, smoked them, lit them, handed them to him and said, "Although your method is very good, it will obviously not succeed because Mafia is not easy to mess with!"
Looking at Lu Yan in surprise, Joy Tai frowned and said, "Are you here to beat me on their behalf?"
"How is this possible? We are half compatriots. Even if I help you, I will not help them. The real top leaders in Sicily are the five major families. They control the parliament and have power throughout the country. Those who compete with you for business are just some small families. , even so, you can't do it, because once a war starts, it means casualties, and they can turn to the Mafia Council for help. What about you? With Stanley watching you, can you really do it?"
Looking at Joey Tai, Lu Yan's words seemed like sharp knives piercing him,
His eyes widened in shock. Joey Tai didn't know why, but felt like he had been seen through.
But what Lu Yan said was the truth. No godfather of any family likes war.
Looking at Joey Tai who hesitated to speak, Lu Yancong took out a cigar and lit it for himself.
"I can help you solve the problem of goods. You don't need to go to Southeast Asia. Mexicans can do it. Don't think about maximizing profits. That will only make you lose friends, you know? My compatriots!"
Lu Yan reached out and patted Joey Tai on the shoulder, his face full of sincerity.
Looking at Lu Yan in astonishment, Joey Tai said seriously, "Why are you helping me?"
"I owe the Mexican family a favor. You can sell the goods freely without crossing Queens. The price is three levels lower than what you got from Mafia!"
Looking at Joey Tai, Lu Yan spit out a mouthful of thick mist,
He doesn't care who sells these things, as long as Joey Tai's mind is right, he will not harm his own people.
Since the compatriots are fine, then Lu Yan can't control the raging floods, and expect him to save those Ni Ge and white pigs. Are you kidding? He is not the reincarnation of the Virgin, so why should he still sing Hallelujah?
"who are you?"
Looking at Lu Yan seriously, Joey Tai was shocked by the other person's energy.
He hadn't thought about getting the goods from the Mexicans, but the price was more expensive than Mafia's.
But now it can actually be reduced to the third level of purchasing goods. It is simply terrible. How much profit is this?
"Rosei Corleone!"
Looking at Joey Tai with a smile on his face, Lu Yan stretched out his hand and said, "Nice to meet you!"
"The Butcher of New York!"
Looking at Lu Yan in astonishment, Joy Tai had no idea that the graceful and polite young man in front of him was actually the godfather of the Corleone family who shocked the whole of New York a few months ago.
"Ahem..."
Lu Yan couldn't help but pat his chest. He almost choked to death at Joey Tai's words.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it just now!"
Looking at Lu Yan, Joey Tai felt a little embarrassed.
"It doesn't matter, many people think I did it anyway!"
Spreading his hands indifferently, Lu Yan chuckled lightly,
"Then this matter has nothing to do with you? Execution of hundreds of black guerrillas in one night..."
Looking at Lu Yan in surprise, Joey Tai thought there was something behind this matter.
"He did it!"
Pointing at Rosie beside him, Lu Yan smiled and said,
"I'm just following my godfather's orders!"
Rossi admitted calmly, without any rebuttal, but secretly complained in his heart: "Can I just take the blame?"
Looking at Lu Yan with a sudden realization, Joey Tai felt that he was really naive.
Because how could Lu Yan admit such a thing that was close to "annihilating the family"?
"In two days I will arrange for you to reconcile with those small families, and then cooperate with the Mexicans!"
Standing up, Lu Yan looked at Joey Tai with a smile on his face.
"What do you need me to do?"
After hearing Lu Yan's words, Joy Tai did not agree, but asked,
"Something trivial, my countrymen, it is not illegal!"
With a smile on his face, Lu Yan turned around and walked out of the restaurant.
But at this moment, Tris, who was hiding far away, took a photo of the meeting between the two, not knowing how much trouble it would bring to her.
