Although there are many such fathers, what happened to Marlena is too unfair.

The night Marlena got her father's letter, she lay on the bed and cried bitterly, as if to vent all the grievances accumulated during this time.

One can imagine how miserable she has been in these days when her father turned her away!

If Russell hadn't come to visit her every now and then to chat with her to relieve her boredom, she wouldn't have known how to spend this painful time.

However, although she reconciled with her father, Marlena did not visit her father every day, because her father hired a nanny and did not need her to cook. The second is that now Marlena's mind is on Russell and she doesn't care too much about other things.

During this time, Marlena had the happiest time of her life, especially when night fell, when she lit candles and played music to dance with Mr. Corleone.

The bodies of the two touched lightly, and the air in the room felt as if it had been burned by fire, and the hearts of the two of them were pounding.

Fortunately, fireworks should not be lit, otherwise I don't know what is going on.

Marlena is looking forward to it every night, and last time because Russell said that the flesh in your belly is so soft that Marlena didn't sleep all night.

Originally, Russell often opened a small stove for her these days, and he didn't care much about body maintenance. When Russell said it, she cared very much.

Then he controlled his appetite for a few days and kept in shape, but he was afraid that Russell would feel bad.

Russell didn't come to see her in the past few days, not because the two had an awkward relationship, but because he was busy with his career.

Some time ago, Russell asked Nivino to take Felistto to buy the winery.

The winery is located on the outskirts of Lentini, near Catania.

The environment is very beautiful, with a natural freshwater lake to the north and a mountain forest to the east that is a habitat for animals.

Russell saw that the scenery here was so magnificent, and he thought that it would be good to build a house with Marlena to retire here, so as not to listen to the townspeople's horns endlessly.

It's just that after turning from the main road to the side road, the road is a bit bumpy and rugged.

The man who followed Russell today was Oriatu, who had already found a worker who could make wine.

"Thinking about it, this section of the road must be repaired before the winery starts, otherwise it will be very inconvenient for car transportation."

Oriyatu nodded and said, "Okay, Godfather." To tell you the truth, I've got two engineering teams in Catania ready to build the road, but their offer is too expensive. ”

After getting along, Russell admired Oriatu's attitude to do things, he was very discerning, able to think ahead, and carried it out seriously.

This avoids Russell's wasting of words and saves a lot of time.

However, his head is too dull, and it can be regarded as a combination of advantages and disadvantages.

"Then you go to the town to find someone to pull out an engineering team, and you can work for your own family in the future, and you can also go out to pick up work, how many poor families rush to do it, have you thought about it?"

Oliyatu was stunned for a moment, and said seriously: "Thank you for your guidance, I will go back to the town to recruit and elect a person in charge." ”

The car drove to the door of the winery, and Russell asked him to drive around.

As soon as you enter the winery, there is a vineyard that is large enough to produce and sell itself.

The equipment in the brewery has been refurbished, and the two staff quarters and stables and cattle pens have been renovated.

In the past, the only way to get wine out was to rely on cows and horses, and the dung they produced could nourish the grapes...

Behind the two houses, there is a large warehouse, and below the warehouse is also a wine cellar.

"Godfather, the winemaker has been found, they are a father and son. Formerly a worker in a liquor workshop in Catania, the old man was skilled enough to make distilled spirits. But they seem to have something unspeakable. ”

Russell nodded: "As long as they are obedient and behave well enough, there is nothing unspeakable to say." ”

Now he is desperate to send fine red wines to the high-end wine bureaus of the Italian upper class, so that he can not only make a lot of money, but also have more contacts.

Otherwise, I only know one member of parliament Hagen now, which is really a bit passive.

When he went to suppress bandits some time ago, Russell almost emptied his savings, spending 400,000 Muay Thai to level 2 and 2 million shots to level 3.

Who knew what was going on at the time? It's good to have some confidence to improve your ability first.

There are countless examples of capsized boats in the gutter, and Russell didn't want to die unjustly.

If you have money, you have to spend it in this world, otherwise if you keep the money and return to reality, 2.4 million will become 24,000.

Besides, it is very cost-effective to exchange skills in the Heavenly World, if you return to reality to exchange a level 1 skill, although it is also 10,000 yuan, it is worth 1 million in the Heavenly World!

The exchange rate is scary 100:1 high.

After this period of cash return, Russell's savings were only 600,000, because a few days ago he sent 300,000 lire to Councilor Hagen to support his career, and of course Russell also got the corresponding payment.

In addition to Harvey's position as mayor of the town, Sicilian cigarettes have also made it to the high-end liquor market in Sicily.

At that time, Congressman Hagen handed the mint-flavored cigarette to a few close colleagues, who tasted it and exclaimed in admiration, asking what kind of cigarette it was and where they could buy it.

Hagen truthfully said that these are local Sicilian cigarettes and are only available in specialized retail outlets. Within a few days, the retail outlets in Palermo were swept away, and boxes were shipped to the Apennines.

Having said that, Russell is not worried about the tobacco market, he pays more attention to the alcohol part.

In the banquet of the upper circle, people cannot take out cigarettes dryly, but taste cigars, taste red wine, smell women...

No further ado.

Oriyatu parked the car in front of the house and got out of the car to open the door for Russell.

As soon as he got out of the car, Russell saw an old man and a young man standing respectfully and restrainedly beside him.

"Godfather, they're the brewers."

Russell turned his head to look at the two of them and nodded slowly.

"Please come in."

"Hello, sir."

"Godfather, you are Mr. Godfather..."

The old man was respectful and patient.

The young man beside him was much more impatient, and the old man covered his mouth as soon as he shouted twice.

"Sir, this is my son Fuyado, and I apologize to you for his rudeness."

Russell waved his hand: "What kind of rudeness is this, please come in, let's talk." ”

"Yes, sir."

The house has many rooms, as well as a large living room with tables and chairs.

The four of them walked in, and at Russell's invitation, the father and son sat down solemnly.

"What's your name?"

The old man said, "Sir, you can call me old Fuyado. ”

"Old Fuyado, I heard you can make distilled spirits?"

"Yes."

"And do you make wine?"

"I know the brewing process, but I don't have the recipe."

Russell nodded, "If you get the recipe, can you brew it?" ”

"Yes, I can."

Russell crossed his legs and pulled out a cigarette, and Oriyatu lit it with a fire.

He spat out the smoke, "Very good, now you can talk about the requirements." ”

Old Fuyado swallowed and looked at his son, Little Fuyado.

"Sir, can I let my son say that I am old, but he is still young."

"Say it."

When little Fuyado heard this, he sprang up from the stool, and then fell to his knees violently.

"Godfather, Mr. Godfather, please save my fiancée......"

Russell frowned at the old man and flicked the ash into the ashtray.

"Stand up, sit down and talk in detail."

Little Fuyado was stunned, and slowly got up and sat down on the stool again.

That's when the story begins.