(The next day after quitting smoking, there was a headache, all kinds of strange smells in the mouth, but in short, everything was wrong all over the body. That, don’t compete with the person who quit smoking, continue to have two knots today.)

It is obviously impossible to simply control the other party's leader by simply controlling it. This is like even if you hijack Obama, it is impossible to control the United States. So Wang Qibu knew that he was just completing the first step of the incorporation of the mafia plan; a legal counsel, a legal counsel that is enough to be trusted by the boss. It looks very simple no matter how you look at it.

"So, my great Tang, can I ask you for a very small thing?" Wang Qibu, who wiped the cauliflower in the corner of his mouth with a napkin, said. Just like any second before this meeting, Wang Qibu always took the initiative, and it was not intentional. In fact, it was caused by rudeness and mentality.

"Did I deliberately understand the little things you said according to normal thinking?" Tim Gambino resisted negatively. In fact, he had never had a more depressing dinner than this one.

"It's really a small thing. I just want to meet your godfather John in the near future." Even though he was as shameless as Wang Qibu, his voice slowly weakened at the end of these words.

"If you treat the Pope as a trivial matter in Jin, then please forgive me for my powerlessness." Even though Tim Gambi is gentle and advocates peace, he is the leader of the mafia after all, and he is really angry this time. Who is this annoying guy in front of him? Or can he hate him a little more?

"Hey, classmate, you're bored now. I just asked you to pass on a message to me. Do you have such a strong reaction? Besides, what do you do with what he does? How can you say he is not your godfather? Why do you foreigners learn from the poor intellectuals and shrews who have no quality in China who like to divide one person by their identity? Don't you know that Sakyamuni, Confucius and your master have said that they are equal throughout their lives?" The reason why Wang Qibu's strong rebound is mainly due to Wang Qibu's habitual predecessor in this growth. The more you are in the wrong, the louder this guy will shout.

"Yes. He is my godfather, but he is also the godfather of nearly ten people," It is interesting that all Tim Gambi's struggles are all on these trivial matters that are not important than the interests of the entire mafia. This means that Tim Gambi is definitely a restrained villain who looks much more connotated than the appearance. Compared to other hopeful people, he knows better what it means to judge the situation, test and wait for opportunities.

"Try less people to scare me. You can scare Europeans, but it is also a must-have to scare Americans, but it is a must-have to scare me Chinese. Humph, we are now 1.2 billion. In other words, in our country, we treat John as an ordinary foreign man, and there are 200 million more people in the world who regard him as a god." On the issue of population, Wang Qibu can be proud of him no matter where he is. But after being arrogant, he still pondered for a while and said, "Tim, you know my identity. So it is not as difficult as you think I will meet with the true blessing John? Paul II is not as difficult as you think. But if you pass that kind of official appointment, the effect of the conversation will definitely be much worse. And, please believe me again. As long as you can promote this meeting, both me and His Majesty will thank you."

The brief vacuum is Tim Gambino's thoughts.

"Okay. But I can only try it. If His Majesty the Pope doesn't want to see you, then you can just use your method." After all, it's not so unacceptable if you just try it.

...

There are always various kinds of unexpected surprises in this world, such as the unexpected weather today, the unexpected short skirt of the secretary's skirt, and John Paul, in Tim Gambino's opinion, agreed to the meeting very unexpectedly.

"What are you watching since you boarded the plane?" In the first class cabin of a long-distance plane direct to Rome in Los Angeles, Yue Xiaochen asked what he was holding and watching endlessly Wang Qibu.

"My master asked someone to send me Lin Haoran's information. I don't have much obscure records outside of some places, so I need to study it carefully. And I also think about how to solve some things. Oh, time is really fast. But you must think clearly about getting off the plane and getting on the plane again before returning to Los Angeles." His eyes did not glance at Yue Xiaochen, who was already wrapped in a blanket, and Wang Qibu, who was carefully studying the materials, told about his busyness.

"I really can't see it. It turns out that what you did was all thought about." Because of boredom, Yue Xiaochen could only complain about Wang Qibu.

"Do I need to tell you that there is no accident in this world, only inevitable truth? Even those so-called intuitions are actually obtained by the brain in subconsciously through countless calculations." Wang Qibu, who did not care about Yue Xiaochen's disturbance, replied like this.

"That's what I said. By the way, I'm still curious about how you bought Jesse. I know clearly that you have never met you." After turning over, Yue Xiaochen expressed his doubts.

"You forgot that we have a friend who is with the Mafia. Before leaving Beijing, I went to Zhou's house to pay New Year's greetings, and even a list of business transactions from Zhou Qina. After researching, I found that several abnormal shipments were shipped. Following the current investigation, Jesse organized some money, which was not a secret for me. So, all I had to do was call Jesse, mention this matter, and then directly called a few money that was far more than his. In short, it was a matter of coercion and temptation, and it really had no technical content." Wang Qibu said lightly, like talking about a small thing or something that had nothing to do with him.

"Uh, okay. So can I ask you why you want to meet that charlatan?" This is Yue Xiaochen's biggest doubt. After experiencing the preparation or letting it go, he finally asked.

"Well, after all, they are old. It's better to accumulate some moral character." Wang Qibu, who finally changed his sight slightly, said, "Actually, that old charlatan is good, and I can accept many of his thoughts. The reason why I want to see him is very simple; I just want him to relocate the branch of Taipei to Yanjing."
Chapter completed!