.

The "El Dorado" type of ultra-luxury giant ships, someone once made a classic summary of them - it is a large hotel that can swim on the water. No one remembers who the old brother who made this description is, but his words have been passed down and remembered by all those who have heard it, because the description is too much. Damn exactly.

Of course, there are still differences, most of them are just some conceptual differences, which can be understood by a little substitution. For example, the hotel is divided into buildings, while the big ship is stratified. Not just above the base deck, but also below the base deck. Sometimes the world of cabins below deck can be much more colorful than the ones on deck, who knows.

Such a high-quality property is undoubtedly beneficial for business. To tourists, it's a resort for ultimate enjoyment, and for businessmen, it's a naked, naked, oversized cash cow where they can make a lot of money.

Of course, this is true, this place can indeed make a lot of money, but not a single cent will flow into the hands of outsiders, and every drop of oil and water will be held to death by the golden sailboat.

Those indefatigable iron roosters, even if they painted every feather on their bodies with brilliant red gold, if they did not understand the true mission and meaning of money in the whole world, they would never really spread their wings and soar into the sky. They will never be trapped in the golden prison they have built for themselves, never to see the light of day.

Those who are conservative and dare not move forward never have a future to speak of. Gotti himself knows this very well, and has suffered a big loss for it. Therefore, in his eyes, although the Golden Sailing Family seems to be invulnerable now, although it has a history of more than a hundred years, sooner or later there will be real big problems that they can't solve. And when the time comes, they will either unite and be reborn from the ashes, and transform with the times to face the living environment of the new era of stars, or they will be ruthlessly crushed by the wheel of history and become another "once glorious" empire that only exists in the story.

And now he only hoped that the moment would come soon, so that he could at least one day sit by the warm fireplace and tell his grandchildren or grandchildren the story of his time with Dark Heaven by the light of the fire. When he turned the page on the Golden Galleon, he could say to the children slowly, "Look, this is the Golden Galleon, one of the most powerful criminal organizations in the past. This golden sailing ship was brilliant at the beginning, and it was the most stupid and rich ...... at that time."

Wait, wait, wait, a whole bunch of that, but now it's better to get down to business. And speaking of which, maybe today's "business" can bring that beautiful vision one step closer?

This time he brought a lot of people, dozens of people in more than a dozen cars, each of them dressed in neat uniforms, meticulous from top to bottom, at a glance it looked like all employees belonged to the same company, and the difference was probably only a briefcase in his hand. But while these people don't have that kind of thing in their hands, some of the little toys they hide behind their waists, or somewhere else on their bodies, are much more dangerous and interesting than they are.

It seemed like a big deal, but Gaudty didn't bring them in for a fight or because he had been ordered to bloodshed in itself - and if there were, he assured that the toys he had brought with the children would not be pinned to the waistband of his trousers.

These people came with themselves to set up the venue, and they were only the first batch of the advance team. They were just here to do the honest work - which was what he was supposed to do, but now it's all disrupted!

Holding back the fire in his belly, and at the same time sensing that something was wrong, Gotti was not polite, and directly led a group of his subordinates to the hall on the first floor of the giant ship under the surprised and inclined eyes of the ordinary tourists around him—this place was like an ancient plant exhibition hall, not only spacious, but also eye-catching, and indeed a good place—and then a group of people were stopped before they could get to the innermost.

There were only three people coming, one leader and two followers. The attendant could be ignored, but the main thing was the leader, who seemed to be a little unhappy like Gottie, and he didn't hide it at all, and it was all on his face.

He doesn't look like an ordinary low-level button person in the organization, but he shouldn't be too high-level, and he should be in charge of the middle management of the hall. He was wearing a fuchsia uniform, with short hair that stood up in the middle of the glossy, a pink handkerchief exposed in his breast pocket, a meticulous bow tie, and the most delicate thing was the two mustaches under his nose, combined with a slender and long face like a radish, which made people want to laugh.

But no one in the room laughed. Or rather, no one was in the mood to laugh.

"Gentlemen—gentlemen!"

When the mustache stood in front of Gotti and the others, he raised his hands and made a gesture of false pressing, signaling to stop all his steps—he walked diagonally from the opposite direction, and shouted twice in a row, and it was only at the second sound that Gotti turned his head to look at him, and his body stopped. And as soon as he stopped here, the people behind him immediately stopped together.

The mustache frowned and came to the front of everyone. He didn't look at Gaudty at first, but raised his neck with a "serious" face and swept the black and oppressed figure behind Gottie, and finally glanced at Gaudty carelessly.

Gotti bit down on a large cigar that was less than half full, and looked at the mustache motionlessly. He didn't react at all, but that's where the weirdness lies. Rockland, who was familiar with his boss's temper in the back, understood that the mustache's situation had become precarious. The poor fellow had piqued Gaudty's interest, and Gaudty didn't speak now because he wanted to see what he wanted to play—the most fun and interesting part, otherwise he would be the one who would be "interesting".

"Sir, you brought these people," the mustache's tone was a little strange, subtle arrogance, subtle condescension, which made people uncomfortable to hear, "I'm really sorry, this ship is not accepting any tourists for the time being due to some things." In fact, the guests already received by the ship are also being evacuated, and it is expected that the entire ship will be vacated in a few days. ”

"Oh?" Gotti bit his cigar and raised his eyebrows, "How many more days?" ”

"That's right." The mustache looked at Gotti twice, not knowing why he was bothered there, "And, even if there is no evacuation plan, this ship will not accept ...... other than the reservation"

"I can't believe it," Gottie sneered twice and interrupted the mustache unceremoniously, "You people are so inefficient?" ”

"Sir, watch your mouth." The mustache's brows furrowed again, and it already made him very unhappy to be interrupted, but what this Humpty Dumpty said later really made him squint, "It's not like you can talk nonsense." ”

"Hah!"

Gotti bit down on his cigar and grinned. Behind him, Rockland stared coldly at the mustache, his legs slightly apart, standing straight, covering his crotch with his hands apart, lifting up to the height of his chest, and pinching the wrist of his right fist with his left hand. He didn't say much.

"I guess I should say thank you—thank you for the kind warning." Gottie's chest bulged, then he blew out a puff of smoke, shook his head, waved his hand casually, and turned away from the mustache, "Forget it, it's not interesting to compete with you." I'd better go directly to your person in charge and talk to him in person. ”

After all, I'm still a little old, and my temper doesn't look like it used to be. If it were ten years in the morning—no, five years, or even three years, he would have met such fools to educate one and make sure that they would never forget them, and he would have fulfilled his duty as a predecessor for them to go a little further on this road.

But things were a little different from what he thought. The moment he turned around, a hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the collar of his clothes, and pulled him back again.

The wisps of smoke from the cigar butts drifted upward, and Gaudtie blinked his eyes and looked at the mustache's close, somewhat comical turnip face.

"As I said, the ship is no longer accepting passengers." The mustache whispered, with that peculiar strange and uncomfortable condescending tone, tilted his head slightly, looked down at Gaudtie and said, "Please take your people, where you came from, and go back to where you came from." ”

“……”

Gottty's mouth moved, and the cigar head in his mouth moved nimbly from left to right. He looked at the mustache clutching at his clothes, then turned his head to look at Rockland. The two looked at each other, and the corners of Gotttie's mouth twitched.

Then, without saying a word, he grabbed his mustache with his backhand and grabbed his wrist and slapped the carrot in the face.

No one knows how much Gauti himself has in combat, maybe some people of his time remember it, but now it has been forgotten. But now, at least in terms of strength alone, the old guy is not as old as he seems.

The mustache felt that this big slap almost pulled his face off his face, and almost pulled it directly into minced meat. Even his eyeballs seemed to be misaligned in their sockets, allowing him to see images in two different directions at the same time, and everything in his sight was spinning.

Behind him, the two attendants seemed to be about to start pulling something from behind their waists, but when they looked up, they found that a row of black holes with muzzles had been pointed at him, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to move.

"I notice I'm getting a little too talkative?" Gotti looked at the mustache that had gone soft in his hand, and while reaching out and pressing the hat on his head, he smiled strangely and hideously, "Why did you get ...... Anything can bounce around in front of me as if it were a person? ”