[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"Rome."

The middle-aged businessman spat out two syllables, a silver pocket watch chain on the inner edge of the black suit was exposed, and there was a smile on his peaceful face.

"If Mr. Erdao doesn't plan to intervene, I will go to business without hesitation."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is bound to be a war between Prussia and France. The arms of the two sides of the war are on the one hand, and on the other hand...

Take one step at a time and look at a hundred steps. Once the French army is out of support, the French army entrenched in the Papal State will return to the country to help, giving up the strategy of continuing to garrison the Papal State to protect the Papal State from being attacked by Italy for the sake of the situation in Europe.

When the time comes—the "map collector" Garibaldi, who has been eyeing it for a long time, will definitely rush to Rome at the first time...to complete his ambition of unifying the territory of Italy.

American businessmen who have been to Europe in person don't mind selling a deal.

After all, he is a businessman, not a good person.

Telling Hu Erdao now is only to express his sincerity in doing business, and he does not intend to take the liberty of disrupting the possible future calculations of the arms dealer in front of him.

In fact, even if he intervened, there would be no problem in the business world.

"You can do what you want." The young man said indifferently, with a careless smile in his eyes, "to tell you the truth, before this, I was still hesitating whether to come to London to see you or return to Italy, now it seems , Italy is a topic I cannot avoid.”

"I'm not going to break my own rules."

Support the country?

Don't be kidding, who in this era has such lofty ideals.

That is, the government has to use tax mortgages and bank loans.

"By the way, there is one thing." As if remembering something, the young arms dealer's brown pupils stared at the American businessman on the other side of the negotiation, "I suggest that you restrain your manpower in Italy, not for me..."

The young man raised the corner of his mouth suddenly, and said lazily, "I'm doing it for your own good."

"A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake, you should understand this truth."

What's more, what about the local Qianglong?

In the past few years, the Pengelie family has flourished to the extreme and is in full swing.

However, Hu Erdao lowered his head and frowned, thinking about the inside news he had heard before...

The Pengelie family's orders for armaments gradually began to decline compared to before.

Is this... lack of capital circulation or... the decline of its own strength?

The latter is unlikely.

According to the general trajectory he saw, this family showed a steady upward trend.

funding problem?

With such a big family, is it possible...?

A Vengley first-generation leader can frankly admit that this is possible.

In other words, since the establishment of the family, he has often faced this terrible financial crisis...almost numb.

"Breakthrough at zero point!" The blond youth in a dark black cloak burst out with flames in his hands, and as the words fell, the surrounding circle was frozen by cold air, including the two youths who were fighting not far in front of him.

"D, Arnold, you two! If you want to fight, go outside and don't hurt the manor in the headquarters!"

Giotto lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth were flat, his face darkened, and he counted in detail, since his uncle handed over the Vongola Manor to him and settled in Venice, the numerous renovations and poor financial surplus of the Vongola Manor, almost It's all caused by these careless guardians!

No amount of family income can stop them from demolishing the house every day!

Although this situation was finally prevented after Giotto learned the "Breakthrough at Zero Point", a move that turns flames into ice and freezes the entire field, but once it hits the head... the destructive power of this group is astonishing The Guardian still doesn't care where the occasion is, just get started.

Giotto: Shit, want to change the guardian.

"Giotto, are you back?" G walked through the porch, took two steps back and looked at the young man in the main hall. His leader, without looking sideways, passed the two ice sculptures and walked towards the study.

"How about this appointment?"

The long, bony fingers loosened the tie. Giotto took off the cloak and suit jacket, stretched his fingers, and said, "Garibaldi agreed."

"However, members of our family can only join Garibaldi's army in the name of individuals."

"What about the poorhouse?"

Thinking of the matters that were on his mind before leaving, Giotto asked casually that he still believed in G's ability in handling affairs.

"The funding has already been distributed."

G said.

"That's good." Giotto walked into the depths of the manor, half a step behind him was the guardian of the bamboo horse in loose clothes, "G, you still remember the thing we talked about at the beginning, when the family was about to be established."

"What happened four or five years ago, Giotto, do you think I will remember?" G said relentlessly.

Giotto showed a somewhat helpless expression, and said with a smile, "I still remember that you inspired me."

"Obviously, at that time, it was the confidence you gave me, G, that allowed Peng Gelie to come to this point."

"To put it this way, no one would have thought that we could develop into the scale we are now in just a few years?"

G vaguely remembered what Giotto was talking about.

"However, Giotto, I agree with D on this point. I still can't understand why you choose to reduce the force now." G said.

"Because the moon is full, you will lose money... It's time for Vengley." Giotto's eyes fell outside the window, and it was a turbulent emotion that G couldn't understand.

"..."

"Giotto."

Inexplicably, G called Giotto's name.

He seemed to see that Giotto was tired.

Giotto came back to his senses and smiled at him, "Don't worry, G, it's just that I suddenly feel a little hesitant."

Now that the family is in its prime... it is exactly what the prosperous family should do.

"But I will not forget my original purpose."

"The Pengelie family was established for protection from the beginning."

It is the season of darkness that longs to bring light.

It is the winter of disappointment that longs for the spring of hope.

Just... looking forward to the future.

A large family also means internal disagreements and the possibility of making mistakes.

It is human nature to want to develop further.

But Giotto can never forget those silent afternoons, those dim under the sun, those ordinary and stretched life.

Pawn shops, looms, iron foundries, gas works, mountain cottages...

death, disease, and poverty.

The sweeping boy.Boy mowing grass with a sickle.Girl raking the grass.

A boy with a cornflower in his mouth.Peasant smoking a pipe.

young farmer.Old man with long beard.

A woman carrying coal sacks.Woman pushing a cart.

A peasant woman picking up ears.And an old woman in a white cap with a red ribbon.

The drunkard with flushed cheeks, the poor painter and writer, the straw hat girl in the wheat field.

At that time Giotto's original heart.

……

"You are the reaper, the harvester, and the heavy rain on the Senju Bridge is your harvest.

Alas, you cannot afford a full plate of bread, though you have so many fields of wheat. "

Giotto murmured softly, his eyelashes drooping to cover his gaze, and half of his face was turned sideways, casting a faint shadow.

"It is not necessary to continue to supplement and expand our troops. Our purpose is to enable civilians to live in peace, not to provoke struggles to gain more."

"Giotto, you know that no one would choose to make this decision at the height of the sun." The rose-haired young man stood in front of the solid wood table, changed his voice, raised his jaw and said with a smile, "But you haven't always been like this ?"

As always, he had no doubts.

The blond young man in a black vest and a white shirt walked to the window, looked at the climbing green branches trembling in the breeze, and smiled in the sunlight that penetrated the window sills. He said in relief:

"That's right, G, I've always been like that."

He is above all the son of a rich merchant who sympathizes with the common people, Giotto.

Then came the powerful Vengley family—the first generation leader (Primo).

The Pengelie family was originally established for his wish.

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