Chapter 132 This is the real soft-hearted meal!

Offstage.

My uncle Ryan and his son listened seriously.

Bart, who was full of alcohol, was already drowsy.

The two brothers Dean and Baker are here too.

Their surname is Li, but Old Ryan and his group have always regarded them as tribe members, so they did not refute Old Ryan's words at this moment, so they would not hurt the old man's heart.

Old Ryan looked at the face of his second son Bart, and he swept his disappointment, and finally said in a deep voice:

“We were separated from the Luches family in New York sixty years ago and moved here.

But this time, the Luches family in New York wanted to gather all their tribesmen back to New York with the death of Harry Siri.

As a part of the family.

I need you to elect a suitable person to come out and participate on our behalf.”

"Can't you not go?" Bart cheered up and looked at his father in confusion.

Old Ryan didn't say anything.

As the eldest brother, Little Ryan glared at him:

"You think we were a group of foreigners who had grabbed such a large piece of land from a group of Los Angeles locals?

Without the support of the Lord, we are already sunk into the cold sea, and you don’t even have the chance to be born!”

Bart lowered his head and muttered, "Aren't you one year older than me? You were born at that time."

Dangdang~

Old Ryan knocked on the cup, interrupted the conversation between the two brothers, and looked at the son of Little Ryan and Dean, "I was going to let Little Ryan go to this party, but I thought, we will be old in the end.

Go, and the eagle must also learn to face the thunderstorm at high altitudes, Dean, Baker, and Kamo. For this party, I hope to pick one of you three people."

Kamo is the son of his uncle Ryan, two years older than Baker, and got married earlier. Now he has two children, but his face is young and looks a bit like a minor.

Mafia family gathering.

Dean's heart moved.

He glanced at the interested elder brother, and Kamo, who seemed a little taciturn on the side, was about to say something.

The uncle spoke first: "Dad, you don't know Kamo's personality. He is not suitable for contacting our industry at all. Moreover, the times have changed, and the glory has passed away, so why go against the wheel of history?"

“Times have never changed!”

Old Ryan slapped the table, and his old face showed a ruthless look: "In the past, big fish ate small fish, but now it's the same, but I just changed my way of eating. If I don't make any changes, wait for us old guys to leave.

Then, what did you ask Kamo to guard this farm?"

Little Ryan was silent.

The era of the Mafia has only been less than fifty years.

Glory is no longer there.

Afterglow has grown stronger in another form.

The main reason is that they used tragic means back then to obtain everything they are now. Without the shock of force and the care of the master.

The deep-rooted Los Angeles Farmers Alliance has a high possibility of rebound.

In silence.

Dean finally found the opportunity and knocked on the table: "Grandpa (grandfather), when will the meeting be held?"

Big brother Baker, a carefree and reckless man.

Cousin Kamo, taciturn, looks honest.

They are not suitable to attend such family gatherings that may integrate interests, especially those of the Mafia family.

at the same time.

Dean had an immature idea.

This ‘family’ party may be a good opportunity to broaden your connections.

Old Ryan stared at Dean for a while, and saw that he looked as usual, nodded with satisfaction: "It is probably in January and February next year. The time has not been determined yet, but it can be confirmed that all branches of the Luches family will participate, including the ancestral land.

The group of people.”

Hearing this.

Little Ryan was shocked: "Dad, people from Zudi will come here too?"

The Luches family was born in Sicily and rose more than 60 years ago. Finally, due to loneliness, they were scattered in America, Europe, and all over the ancestral land, forming small families.

This is also a change that many forces will experience.

But the Luches family in New York is trying to do something big.

"So what about the ancestral land? In this society, it depends on interests. Okay, you all have a break earlier, Dean, come with me."

Old Ryan stood up with a sigh, and helped the photo frame on the wall behind him, with nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

That was his father.

A man with a glorious past.

future.

His photos will also be hung here.

Wait for Little Ryan and others to leave.

Old Ryan took out a pipe, matches and tobacco from his arms, lit it, took a deep breath, spit out a cigarette ring, and savored it carefully.

Dean looked at the old man pretending to behave and waited quietly.

It took about ten minutes to touch it.

The old Ryan waved to Dean and took out a check from his pocket. "Dean, I didn't expect you to go on your father's path, but fortunately, you've lost your previous impulse,

Much matured."

Dean looked in front of him, with a check worth three million dollars written, and asked in confusion: "Is this?"

"Your starting capital." Old Ryan spit out a smoke ring and said a little sadly:

"The growth environment of your uncle and cousin Kamo is destined to be a cruel farmer, but they cannot have greater development.

Your second uncle Bart. I just hope he won’t rely on his parents in the future.

But you are different.

Dean, people have circles.

If you want to go further in the police system, you have to learn to invest in yourself and integrate into the higher circle.”

A sudden flash of Dean's eyes.

This Christmas, the reason why Old Ryan attached so much importance to it was probably because he was thinking about paving the way for those behind him.

When the population is not strong.

He became the younger generation that Old Ryan valued the most.

Think about this.

Dean smiled and pushed the check back: "Grandpa, no need. Although I don't have much cash on me, I still have more than 10 million. If nothing unexpected happens, I can be promoted to the detective of the police station at the beginning of next year.

, you can naturally get in touch with the circle above.”

More than ten million?

Inspector?

Old Ryan has seen bloody storms, experienced ups and downs, and has been nourishing his energy for many years. Many things will no longer shock him.

But when he heard Dean's words, the pipe in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He glanced at Dean deeply: "Confirm?"

"Sure!"

Dean's tone is sure!

Since he wants to make trouble with Luches's signature, he naturally has to give the old man in front of him confidence and show excellence far beyond his peers.

If necessary.

Dean could even take out his bank account and let Old Ryan verify it.

How do you know.

Old Ryan nodded: "Although I don't know how you did it, I believe you, Dean, I will give you a list at that time, those are my old guys."

That night, Dean received a thick book and a list.
To be continued...