On a sunny morning, a manor outside New York City was particularly lively. Vito Corleone, the head of the Corleone family, is throwing a big party here to celebrate Connie's fifth birthday with a big party for his youngest daughter, Connie.

The Corleone family is famous, with many guests, a huge birthday cake in the estate, and bottles of champagne in the ice bucket; The band played Sicilian music, and the guests writhed to the rhythm of champagne.

Unlike the lively atmosphere in the manor, the atmosphere outside the manor is much more deserted, except for the hundreds of meters of parked cars, where bodyguards in black suits and top hats stand in twos and threes, smoking cigarettes and sometimes chatting jokes. The men's faces were full of anger, and Thomson* on his shoulders was unabashedly revealed.

Drip, drip! A black Ford car drove away from afar, and the bodyguards standing at the door suddenly became vigilant, and they pulled out the hand-held machine guns on their shoulders, and pointed the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the car. Recently, there have been some unpeace, and several other mafia families have always had some friction with them, and they are not allowed to relax their vigilance at this time.

"Hey! Boy, hurry up and stop! A bodyguard standing in front yelled at the car, he didn't dare to shoot at this time, because he could see clearly that the car seemed to have a government license plate, presumably from the police station.

Quack! Towards the door, the Ford sedan stopped. The bodyguards at the gate gathered, and all of them turned their guns on the Ford.

There was no doubt that if there was any irregularity in the sedan, it would have been smashed into a sieve by this portable machine gun called the "Chicago Typewriter" in an instant.

"Hey! Hey! Gentlemen, your welcome is truly peculiar, and I think it is probably one of the most peculiar ways I have ever seen. The voice came from the car, and as he spoke, a man in his 50s with gray hair but wearing a suit and leather shoes came out.

Jack, the head of the bodyguard, was somewhat familiar with this man, and although he couldn't name him, he was certain that this person had been the old man's guest.

Thinking of this, he quickly put away the gun in his hand, and then reprimanded the people around him and asked politely, "Sir, who are you looking for?" ”

The old man smiled and looked behind him, and out of the other end of the car came a man in the same suit and leather shoes, but a yellow man.

Jack's brows furrowed, he was not a racist, but he looked down on people of color, he didn't expect that the man in front of him would come with the old man's guest, which made him a little puzzled, he didn't know when the old man started to make friends with yellow people?

"Go, young man, and tell Corleone that old George is here, and come and see this old fellow with gifts and new friends! Ha ha. George laughed, and he lit his pipe and asked the yellow people around him, "Wu, how about we make a bet together?" See what Corleone is up to? I'm guessing this guy must have just put on his pajamas, and you know this guy is always not so serious at home. Ha ha! ”

"Really? That's weird. The man named Wu Ming smiled. His public identity is a liaison officer of the Chinese Embassy in the United States and a reporter for the American branch of the Central Daily, but in fact his secret identity is the director of the intelligence division of the pre-cadre department, with the rank of lieutenant colonel. Obviously, the purpose of his existence here is not just for the superficial things, but more importantly, for some special tasks, of course, without affecting the relations between China and the United States.

A day ago, he received a task that was given to him directly by his family, and he knew that his family generally did not give him a task, except in an emergency. After learning the contents of the mission, he began to work on it, leaving him little time, but he believed that it could be completed.

The reason for his confidence is that he can connect with the Corleone family through his friend Councilor George, which gives him the confidence to complete the mission.

As expected, when he called Old George and explained his intentions directly, Old George agreed after thinking for a moment. But at the end he said, "I'll do my best to help you with this, but Corleone is a shrewd fellow, and he doesn't make promises easily." ”

Wu Ming nodded and didn't speak, but he believed that he could convince Corleone, after all, he would offer extremely generous terms.

Following Old George's car, Wu Ming came to the Corleone family's manor, and at the door he could hear the sound of music coming from inside, and it seemed that the atmosphere inside was good.

The bodyguard recognized old George, and after a few polite words, he sent back to Corleone. After a while, Corleone walked out in a black tuxedo, followed by several similarly dressed men, several of whom George recognized as his henchmen.

This is very rare, after all, there are so few people who let Corleone go out to greet him.

"My friend! You old fellow. George stepped forward and hugged Corleone warmly, the two talked a few words, George took out the gift he brought, he said with a smile: "This is a birthday gift for Connie, I hope the little one can like it." ”

"Oh? It's so beautiful. Corleone accepted the gift and said politely.

"Come, let me introduce a new friend, Mr. Wu from the Far East, China." Old George took advantage of the situation to push Wu Ming out, Wu Ming took off the top hat on his head and greeted Corleone.

"Hello, Lord Corleone."

"Hello, Mr. Wu."

Corleone can naturally see at a glance that Wu Ming is a person from the army, but he can't understand why such a Chinese from the army would come to him for help? Although George Sr. had called him in advance last night, he was still a little confused, what was this Chinese looking for him? Corleone had a big question mark in his heart.

He smiled and said, "Let's go, old George's friend is my friend." ”

Surrounded by everyone, Corleone, George Sr., and Wu Ming walked towards the house. The further you go inside, the louder the music becomes, and you can see a lot of people singing and dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Many people greeted Corleone, and Corleone responded with a smile, but Corleone did not stay here, he took Old George and Wu Ming directly to his living room.

This is not a very large living room, but the placement inside is very casual, there are no expensive works of art in it, but some simple furnishings, in addition to some simple handicrafts, there are some family photos.

It can be seen that this is a person who values the family very much. Wu Ming thought so in his heart.

"Mr. Wu, please take a seat, what do you want to drink?" Coffee is still tea, I'm afraid I don't have Chinese tea here. Corleone skillfully brought two cups of coffee and handed them to Old George and Wu Ming. Both of them stretched out their hands to pick it up, and when Wu Ming took it, Corleone noticed that his left and right index fingers were full of calluses, and he believed his previous judgment even more, this Chinese is a military person, and he is still a master.

"Your Excellency Corleone, my boss has known you for a long time, and he knows your strength in New York, so he wants to ask me to negotiate a business with you."

"What business? I'd be interested in hearing about it. Corleone laughed.

Wu Ming straightened his waist and said: "You know, now China and Japan are in a state of war, our country urgently needs military and civilian materials, including guns and ammunition and other military items, as well as soap, rice and other civilian materials, recently our country has opened a route in Southeast Asia, if it is convenient for Your Excellency Corleone, we can purchase from your banner, in terms of transportation, we have talked about it with some freight companies in the United States, you don't have to worry about this." ”

Corleone had no expression on his face, but he was clear in his heart, now everyone knew that smuggling and selling goods between Korea, China and Japan was the most profitable industry, and since the other party had already provided a transportation route, the money was too easy to come by.

Both sides were tentatively approaching each other, and Corleone smiled and said, "My friend, if you need my help, just ask." ”

Wu Ming knew that the other party had already understood, in fact, doing business with the Corleone family could be discussed in the long run, anyway, they had to buy from the United States, and who should not pay for it? What's next is the real key.

"At Columbia, our boss had a child in school, but he was often harassed by the Japanese. You know, we can protect it, but it's still a little rusty compared to you, and our boss wants us to protect his children, and if we can, drive away the Japanese who are making trouble in New York, because it's good for you. ”

After saying that, Wu Ming didn't continue to wait, he said again: "Our boss will thank you very much, Your Excellency Corleone." ”

Corleone thought about it, on the one hand, he didn't want to continue to get involved in the previous industries, and Wu Ming's proposal could make his family start to transform into a monopolistic business, which had to be said to be a good thing, but on the other hand, he might have to face the Japanese?

Corleone, who has always been decisive, began to hesitate.

"So, why don't you protect them yourself?" Corleone asked.

Wu Ming frowned and said: "We will protect in secret, but after all, open guns are easy to dodge and dark arrows are difficult to prevent, not to mention that if we do it too obviously, it will expose the identity of the young lady, which is not conducive to protection." ”

Corleone nodded, and Corleone was a little embarrassed by old George, and he joked: "I said let's go have a glass of champagne, the taste of coffee really doesn't match the current atmosphere." ”

Corleone nodded, he stood up and said, "Mr. Wu, I want to meet that child, and I would be his godfather if I could!" ”