Charles Tuttle is the chief prosecutor of the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of New York, a guy who is very famous in New York for his incorruptibility and jealousy. At a time when various municipal departments, as well as police stations and judges, are corrupt and degenerate, it is undoubtedly surprising that such an alternative prosecutor suddenly appeared.

In fact, since Charles Tuttle took office, he has never given up the work of anti-corruption and anti-gangsterism, but it is a pity that in today's New York, people like him can't change anything, to be honest, if it weren't for the special provisions of the US Constitution, whether he can do it as a prosecutor or not has to say until now.

Whether Charles is eyeing the Italians or not, Adel will not care, after all, it has nothing to do with him, what he really cares about is the impact of this incident on the Port Authority of New York.

Worrabot Wharf is one of the subordinate wharves managed by the Port Authority, and near the Navy Yard near Worrabot Wharf, there is also a police station, and in such a place, the gangsters have hoarded thousands of barrels of moonshine on the wharf, and even worse, in the end, there is a big explosion, killing more than a dozen people. This matter has developed to the present, whether it is the port authority or the police department, it is not possible to give an explanation to the public, and those newspapers that do not think it is a big deal to read the excitement will not easily let this matter go.

Adel believes that in the next few days, no one will take care of the ongoing strike on the docks in Hell's Kitchen, and in order to eliminate the impact as much as possible, some people will even force the union to reach some level of understanding with Reuben, at least, no one will want something to happen at Hell's Kitchen Pier at this time.

This is undoubtedly a great opportunity for them to be at the top of their game, and the key is how it works.

During the day, Adair didn't have time to think about the problems on the other side of the dock, when the sun was shining on the earth, he was a successful stockbroker, well-dressed and mixed with the New York Stock Exchange, on the one hand, to make money for himself, and on the other hand, to help those investors make money, he was an absolute upper-class gentleman.

Without thinking about any other busyness, the day passed quickly, and when the bell rang again in the stock exchange, Adair closed the heavy notebook in his hand and locked it in the safe—he had not a penny of cash in the safe, only one notebook.

The notebook is full of predictions and charts made by Adair in a series of stocks in a specific period of time, which are his secrets and his magic weapon to avoid risks as much as possible in the stock market to make profits.

House once touted Adair as an enhanced version of Gann, which may be true, after all, Adele has more abundant stock market analysis methods, but, unlike Gann, Adair has no interest in making the stock market trend analysis methods available to the world in exchange for fame. Of course, if he wanted to, it would be easy to do, and if nothing else, at least he could publish the "Elliott Wave Theory" before Ralph Elliott did. But what's the use of that? Is it simply famous? Adair is not interested, he prefers money to fame, and in the United States today, money is obviously more useful than fame.

"This weekend, the company is going to pay dividends to all investors," Adair said after re-locking the safe, taking the thick stack of account books on the table and throwing them to his assistant, "Tell the accountants that they have three days to settle the accounts, and by the end of the week, I will see the dividend statement and tax returns." ”

"Yes sir," said the assistant respectfully, taking the account books.

"Get off work," Adair said one last word, rising from his chair, and strode in the direction of the door.

On the stairs outside the stock exchange, Bella, wearing a bell cap, was standing on the edge of the pillar and looking through the door, with a narrow box under her arm, and she didn't know what it was.

"Adele, here!" she greeted from afar as Adel appeared inside the door, standing on tiptoe.

Adel waved at her, quickened his pace, and asked, "What's the matter, it's okay at the company?"

In recent times, Bella has usually been on the side of the agency, and Jabarin will also help her with some day-to-day affairs.

"It's all right," Bella took the top hat that Adel was carrying, took out the box under her armpit, handed it to him, and said, "It's just right, I bought you a cane on the way here, do you like it or not." ”

It turned out to be a cane, Adair smiled, took the box, lifted the lid, and took out the cane inside.

The cane is very delicately made, the whole body is black, and the handle is a golden three-headed snake shape, which is very delicately made, and the polishing is also very smooth, and it feels very good to hold in the hand.

"Very good, I like it very much," Adel said with a smile as he took his cane in his hand, swiped it around, "but how did you remember to give me a gift?"

"An upper-class man should have a cane in the first place," Bella grinned as she grinned the brim of Adelle's top hat with both hands, "I heard that at last night's banquet, so, uh-huh." ”

"That's not true," said Adair, taking back the top hat and putting it on his head, before taking Bella's arm and stepping down the stairs, "a man of high society must have money above all else, otherwise, a poor man, even if he has more canes, can only be a carpenter." ”

It was a blatant argument, and Bella pursed her lips and pushed her elbow against his ribs.

"Here you go," Bella took out a gilded invitation from her handbag and handed it over, "This is what the company received today, from Mr. House of the Manhattan Commercial Bank." ”

"What is this?" Adair took the invitation and casually flipped through it.

"The invitation, it says you're going to a small stockbroker party," Bella, obviously interested in the invitation, paused, her eyes shining, and pointed to the address on the invitation, "Look, at 102 Norfolk Street." ”

"102 Norfolk Street?" Adair blinked and thought for a moment, unable to remember anything more upscale there.

"The Chamber of Secrets," Bella whispered in his ear on tiptoe, "I've always wanted to visit that place, but unfortunately, it's a membership system, and ordinary people can't get in." ”

"Oh, go ahead, I'm not interested," Adair said casually, handing over the invitation, he was going to visit the docks tonight, how could he have time for a cocktail party.

"Why don't you go?" said Bella, surprised, "this is a rare opportunity, and Mr. House said that the people who are going to this party tonight are some high-class celebrities, well, I heard that Harry Langdon and Mary Astor will be going to attend." ”

Harry Langdon and Mary Astor, Adel has heard of both of them, after all, both of them are currently hot stars in Hollywood.

"Besides, Mr. House invited you, not me, and if you don't go, I'm too embarrassed to go myself. Bella said in an almost coquettish tone.

Looking at Bella's eager look, Adel really couldn't bear to refuse her. In fact, after thinking about it, Adel felt that he still needed to participate in some drinking party activities, after all, it was the best opportunity to make contacts.

"Okay, when does the drinking party start?" After a moment's hesitation, Adel gave up on going to the docks tonight.

"It won't start until seven o'clock," Bella said, turning around and tiptoeing to kiss Adelle's face, "we can go buy a dress now, and you should buy yourself a dress." ”

"Well, everything is up to you," Adel said in a helpless tone.

At that moment, the two of them did not delay, and directly called a taxi and went to buy a dress according to the place Bella said.

Norfolk Street is on Manhattan's East Side, not far from the Williamsburg Bridge, and the Back Room Bar is just around the corner.

THE SO-CALLED BACK ROOM BAR IS ACTUALLY THE BACK ROOM BAR, AND IN NEW YORK, THERE ARE MANY BARS OF THIS FORM, AND THERE ARE OFTEN BIG PEOPLE BEHIND THEM, OTHERWISE THE PROHIBITION AGENTS WOULD HAVE CLEANED UP THIS KIND OF PLACE A LONG TIME AGO.

Adel and Bella went to buy a fancy evening gown, then went back to their residence and drove to the bar on Norfolk Street at seven o'clock.

Unlike the speakeasies in Hell's Kitchen, there was an open parking lot on the east side of this escape room bar, and by the time Adel and the two arrived, there were almost no seats in the parking lot. Outside the parking lot, on the road not far from the entrance to the bar, two police cars were quietly parked, and four or five police officers with batons were scattered around the bar, apparently not to check alcoholism, but to stand guard for the guests of the bar tonight.

There were several strong men in suits standing at the door of the bar, and Adel walked over with Bella in her arms, holding the invitation, and naturally someone came up to check the authenticity of the invitation.

There were no problems with the invitation, and the two were quickly released.

Entering from the main entrance of the bar, there is a staircase leading upstairs, and the waiter is at the top of the stairs, and when he sees the two of them coming in, he bends down and salutes, making a gesture of please upstairs.

Walking up the stairs covered with red velvet carpet, a corridor appeared in front of me, and at this time, the lights were on in the corridor, and several pairs of gorgeously dressed men and women were scattered in the corridor and talking.

Adel glanced at none of them, he didn't know any of them, but when he walked over with Bella in his arms, someone would always nod and smile at him in a friendly way - it wasn't to say that people knew him, it was just a courtesy.

"Hey, Adele, you're finally here," just as Adel and the two of them walked to a double-vented door, a fat man with a bloated figure knocked out of the door.