The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

It was an afternoon thirty years ago. I stepped on the train to Santiago. I went there to discuss business with Mexicans. On the train, an Italian came to me. He said his name was Rich and he was from Sicily. Island, we talked for a while in the car...

In the study room of the Falcone Manor, the old godfather’s voice sounded like a faded record. The sun shone through the heavy curtains and turned a little yellow. Schiller sat on the other side instead of opposite him. on the couch, cutting cigars with cigar cutters.

The smoke of the cigar is so thick that it looks like layers of cloud waves on the sunset skyline. Between the turbulence of the smoke, some shapes that make people have infinite reverie drift away, like the unique realistic oil paintings of the last era.

Accompanied by the clang of the train passing the rails, the siren was drawn out, and a man with dark brown hair was sitting in the train carriage reading a newspaper.

With a click, the door of the compartment was opened, and another man in a long trench coat took off his hat and put it on his chest. He bowed his head to one side, greeted the people inside, and said in Italian: Hello, Farr Mr Conne, my name is Rich and I'm from Sicily.

The young Falcone took down the newspaper in his hand, looked at Rich as he walked into the compartment, and said in Italian, Hello, Rich, are you here to see me?

Falcone's Italian accent is completely different from Richie's. The ending of his tone always falls, which is the only thing he took away from his hometown of Rome, which makes his tone sound a little cold. .

Rich didn't care, he walked to Falcone and sat down, and said: I heard that you came from Gotham and wanted to go to California, I took this train just to find you.

Rich has blond hair and brown eyes. His sunken cheeks give him a typical southern Italian face. He lowers his head in a low profile and says to Falcone in Italian: Sir, I have come to ask for your protection, the Rich family has nowhere to go.

Falcone watched him silently. He ran his fingers over the creased edges of the newspaper. Rich put his hat on the table and said, My family and I were involved in a dispute in Chicago. A Brit from the West Coast has tricked us with two mines that have been worked to the brink of exhaustion, and made us owe a lot of money to Fidelio in Chicago.

Richie looked up, looking at Falcone with his brown eyes, but he didn't see any emotion in the young mob boss's eyes, which made his next words even less emboldened.

The Rich family is unable to repay this debt, but we are not responsible for it. The cunning British has already left here, but we can't explain to Fidelio why we haven't paid the debt...

Your Excellency Falcone, my family and I have heard that you are famous on the East Coast. We can only come to you to find a way out. Fidelio is just a dog of the Chicago mafia boss...

I beg you, Your Excellency, to save us, the Rich family is willing to pay any price for this...

The young Falcone put the newspaper in his hand next to the seat, leaned back on the back of the chair, looked at the receding scenery outside the window, and said in cold Italian: Fidelio is indeed not What is it, he is just a punk from Ragusa, if not for his wife, he should still be at the pier, hanging out with those dubious people.

But you, Rich... how can you prove that you are more valuable than Fidelio? Fidelio still has a father-in-law who is willing to support him, but what about you? Don't you, the Rich family, also come from dock smuggling? ?”

Falcone put one arm on the table, flexed his fingers, looked at Rich and said, Most of the Sicilians who came to the east coast with you have their own businesses in the city. Only you, still a stray dog ​​on the east coast...

We all know why you get scammed by the British because you're in a hurry to join Chicago and get yourself a kennel in the city, and when you get kicked out, you come to me and want to join Brother Tan...

There was a trace of embarrassment on Rich's face, and anyone who was exposed like this would feel embarrassed.

But what Falcone said was the truth. Several families who came to the east coast at the same time as Rich are now developing in the city. Only they, after suffering a series of blows, do not even have a stable place to live. , can only nest in the hotel of the train station.

Your Excellency, as I said, I am willing to pay any price for your acceptance, as long as you can save me and my family, I will be at your disposal... Rich said with his head lowered.

Falcone took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he took one out of it, and squeezed it in his hand. Rich stood up and leaned over to light him. The flame of the cigarette lit up. Flickering candles.

Fidelio's a good dog, and I hope you are, Rich.

Richie bowed his head, kissed Falcone lightly on the back of Falcone's hand that was not holding a cigarette, and said, As you wish, sir.

The smoke of the cigarette is more like the incense stick curling up in the temple. After the initial rich milky white rises upwards, the smoke will gradually spread out and become a white tulle.

The window frame of the train window framed the silhouettes of the two men into an oil painting. With a click, the door of the carriage was closed, and the secret conversation inside was unheard, and the old godfather didn't want to repeat it. He just commented like this:

Over the years, many people have come to beg me. Many of them are very unpleasant and come to me for business with a lot of money, but I am not a businessman, let alone a killer who takes money to do things.

When Rich came to beg me, he had nothing, but it didn't matter, I liked his attitude, so we went to San Diego together.

I have forgotten whether the business between me and those Mexicans was negotiated, but on the way back, Rich followed me back to Gotham...

At that time, there was no Twelve Families here, and I was just a leader of Gotham North District, but I had a little reputation...

Later, I grew bigger and bigger. North District, East District, Central City, Financial Street... Many people in Gotham began to pronounce my name, and more and more people followed me...

Professor Rodriguez, human psychology is really a wonderful thing. When Rich begged me humbly, in order to save his life, he was willing to pay any price, even putting down his dignity and face.

But after he followed me to rule the whole of Gotham, he forgot all of this, and felt that he was the founder of this career, and that he, as the first few people who followed me, should share all the glory and power with me ...

At first, he looked down on those latecomers. Although they were more useful than him, he still felt that he was a veteran. He looked down on the Spencer family from England, the Lawrence family's background in the salt and iron industry, and even the fact that there was only one Daughter of the Greeks...

Then, he began to rank and order the twelve families, thinking that those who came first should have more rights than those who came later...

In the end, he even felt that, as Evans' uncle, he had the right to interfere with his choices and guide him in doing things...

Humans always like to have more than the next. Schiller's voice sounded with the soft sound of the lighter. He lit the cigar and slowly put it in his mouth.

People who have lost everything will be more eager to stand at the top of power and control everything. If he can't do it in reality, then he can achieve self-consistency as long as he convinces himself psychologically that he has trampled many people under his feet.

As a result, they will develop a personality with extreme desire for control. They will want to control all people who are inferior to them, or they think they are inferior to them, no matter their position, age or seniority, or even their status. Height, build, appearance...

They get spiritual pleasure from belittling and controlling others, and when they get used to this way of doing things, everything starts to deviate from the original track, and they become extra arrogant and daring, as long as they can satisfy their desire to control , they dare to do anything...

But he's not smart. The old godfather went on to say, When I first met him, I knew he wasn't smart enough.

But at the time, I didn't care because all I needed was a dog who barked as loudly as possible to show the neighbors that I picked a good dog...

But after so many years, when he wanted to become the master, he chose to send his little daughter to Evans' bed. That girl was taught to be too stupid by him, and he wanted to win over the new godfather with beauty and love... ...

Isn't it Alberto who slept with him? Schiller asked. Evans doesn't like walking around with women.

That's right, Evans is more like his mother, stubborn, single-minded, and self-disciplined, while Alberto...he's more like me, he doesn't care about these things.

Schiller shook his head and said: No matter what, Rich made a bad move, even if his daughter is as beautiful as a fairy, it can't sway Alberto, and to be honest, even Evans would not be fooled by this.

Indeed, but I'm tired of seeing his stupid tricks again and again. Letting him die at the hands of a mysterious serial murderer is already the most decent way I can give a dog.

I want to thank the murderer of this serial murder case, otherwise, I would have to gather everyone together and recite those old things, so that everyone will be given a headache by his stupidity, and then let the gunman die with a single shot. After killing him, I still have to listen to the cries of his family and those stupid girls, and I have to clean up the corpse and attend the funeral...

The old godfather exhaled a puff of smoke and said, I don't have much time left, and I don't want to waste it mourning a dog.

To be honest, the mercenary killer you introduced to me is very expensive, but he is quite quick to do it. In this era, such a professional killer is rare...

Actually, I'm a little curious, Lord Godfather, why don't you use gang killers, but must go outside to find mercenaries?

Those people in the gang, it's okay to let them shoot, plant bombs, or poison, but let them imitate serial killers and saw people open, they can't do such a bloody job, and they will definitely look like ostriches when they come back Dive into the nest, say I have some kind of trauma, and I have to pay them an extra medical bill...

Falcone showed a look of boredom. He said: In the second half of my life, my reputation of kindness and tolerance spread so widely that it overshadowed the deeds of the earlier years. Let me enjoy my old age in peace, but there are always some idiots who don't know what to do...

Schiller relaxed his body and leaned on the back of the chair. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said, Yesterday, that mercenary called me and said he had received the final payment, and asked me to praise you for paying the money in a timely manner. Call him next time you need it.

Falcone pressed the cigar that was almost finished on the paper, and said in a low voice: Perhaps soon, he will have a prosperous business.