All Heavens Film and Television: Starting from Caring for the Widow of a Comrade-in-arms

Marina was sitting on the sofa, holding Cacilino in her arms.Russell sat on the other side holding Lily Mantha, and the eldest son Vittorio rolled on the ground and played with building blocks.

"We're going to a wedding the day after tomorrow."

"Wedding? Am I going too?"

"You are my wife, of course you are going. The newcomer's father specially sent us an invitation letter, which says the Corleones."

Marlena blinked and asked in a good mood: "Whose wedding is it? What gifts do we want to prepare?"

"I've already prepared the gift, two bottles of Duke Black Pearl and five hundred dollars..."

Russell gave a general account of Vito Corleone's family and emphasized the acquaintance between his father and Vito.

"what should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything, you just need to casually chat with the women of Vito's family, such as interesting things about my childhood..."

Marina said, "They'll take me for a big mouth."

"No, that's the information they want."

"it is good……"

Malena pointed to the drying room and said, "There are two colors of clothes there, which one do you think looks good on me?"

"Whichever you wear will overwhelm the bride."

"Ah...then what should I do?"

"Who made you naturally beautiful?"

Russell hugged Mansha and leaned over to kiss Marlena on the face.

Then the two of them put the child in the stroller with a tacit understanding, and then called Sylvana and Federica to come out to coax the child, while they returned to the room.

In the room, the atmosphere was a little dignified.

Because under Russell's gaze, Malena was standing at the end of the bed wearing white suspenders and stockings, stepping on a pair of high heels.

She felt a sense of oppression, as if she was about to be exiled...

Against the background of the moonlight, the two bid farewell to this journey with a wonderful experience.

The result was satisfactory to both parties.

Chapter 139 It's the FBI who hit it, and it's a joke to stay

A few days ago, New York Mayor Fiorello personally gave the green light to register a trademark for Russell's shoes and clothing brand, and expedited the company's relevant procedures.

Because this is the last achievement during his tenure, it must be special, and it must be done beautifully!

Since he gave Russell face, then Russell naturally returned the color. After the brand trademark was registered, he announced the opening of the company and the recruitment of workers in the factory.

The name of the trademark brand is named by Russell after his own baby girl. The main business of 'Kaqi Mansa' is clothing, shoes and hats.

Design the style first, then let the factory produce samples, and then take it to a department store or clothing store to discuss brand entry. Since 'Kachimansa' is a new brand, the cooperation negotiation is very unpleasant, because the department store requires too much commission. Currently in stalemate.

In fact, Russell is not in a hurry. He is investigating the consumers in the market. Once the "Kachmansha" brand becomes popular, Russell will abandon the department store and operate his own specialty store.

As for the private detective company under Philisto's name, it is for him and his subordinates to have a legal gun status in the United States, not for profit.

this day.

In the courtyard of the Peninsula Manor, three brand new Cadillacs were parked.

Philisto is wiping down the red and blue car in the middle with a clean rag, while the front and rear cars are uniformly black.

Very high-profile at first glance, of course!This is the purpose of Russell's trip this time, and he went there just to gain attention.

"I'm responsible for the godfather's safety. You just need to keep an eye on the guests, especially the family leaders, understand?"

"understand!"

Philisto instructed his subordinates.

In the villa hall, Russell was wearing a dark blue striped suit, with a folded burgundy gold silk square scarf placed on the chest belt, which set off his elegant aura.

Marlena, who was holding his arm, was wearing a light blue spotted one-piece tunic skirt, a pair of high-heeled shoes of the same color under her feet, and skin-colored suspender stockings wrapped around her round legs.

Malena didn't deliberately dress up, she gave up the two new clothes after thinking about it, and chose a very mediocre light blue dress.

However, she has a great figure and beautiful looks, no matter what she wears, she will show alluring charm.

In order not to steal the limelight of the new couple at the wedding, Malena specially wore a lady's hat, which covered half of her face.

"I won't steal the limelight from the newcomer by dressing like this?"

Russell said with a smile: "Even if you dress badly, it can't block your charming body. Malena, don't worry about it, we are just guests, not malicious gangsters."

"Ok."

The two walked out of the villa slowly and came to the courtyard.

Philisto opened the car door quickly and put his hand over the door to prevent the godfather from touching his head.

After Malena and Russell got into the car, Philisto waved to the two cars in front and behind.

The car in front slowly drove out of the manor, Philisto also stepped on the accelerator, the car moved forward, and the car behind followed 20 meters away.

On the way, Russell held Marlena's thin hand, and could feel her nervousness, because her palm was full of sweat.

This was the first public appearance he took Marlene in New York, and it was understandable that she was a little nervous. After all, Vito and his family did not live in Sicily for many years, while Marlena had been in Sicily all year round.

When she first came to New York, Malena was like a country girl who came to a big city...

Just like at this time, her eyes looked out of the car window from time to time, looking at the tall buildings on both sides.

In order to relieve her nervousness, Russell chatted with her about the future of the company. For example, he will also build a building in New York, and this building that belongs to Corleone will also become a landmark building in New York in the future. Like the Empire State Building and the Flatiron Building...

In the car, Malena was a little excited, and described in detail the whole picture of the future Corleone Building, such as how tall it is, what shape it is, etc...

Seeing her appearance, Russell smiled and rubbed her tender hands, and finally said that he would definitely build the Corleone Building according to her description!

Peninsula Estates is not far from Vito Corleone's home, as both are in southern Nassau County, which borders New York City.

It's just that Vito's family is in the southernmost Long Beach, while Russell's peninsula estate is in the southern inland.

They are separated by an archipelago, and driving needs to go around the crescent bend.

At this time, cars of various brands and models were neatly parked in front of Vito's house, and the car owners were all celebrities of considerable status in New York, and of course some were Vito's relatives and friends.

In the garden courtyard, the guests drank and chatted full of laughter. Some people were directing the band to play Sicilian folk songs, and some were dancing to the songs. Among them was Clemenza, one of Vito's two assistants. A person with a wide body and a fat body can pant when dancing, but he danced a very formal dance into a Sicilian Yangko team.

Beside him, a senior middle-aged man in a brown suit was playing with blood oranges, a local Sicilian specialty.He is Vito's other assistant Tessio.

On the long table next to the flower stand, the women chatted about their family's gossip, such as how heroic their men are, how novel their moves are, etc...

There was also a tall man standing under the shelf, holding a piece of manuscript paper in his hand, reciting a few words on the paper in a not very articulate.

Inside the villa, children are running around in the corridors and halls. These are Vito's grandson and granddaughter, Sonny's children.

But the study room is in stark contrast with the outside, with every movement and stillness, as if implying something.

Tom Hagen sat in a chair near the door, Sonny sat on the sofa against the wall, and Vito sat at his desk with his back against the window.

In front of him is a balding middle-aged man, his name is Amerigo Bonasera, Italian, he is a funeral director by profession, and he runs a memorial hall for the dead, which is actually a free job.

He has been in the study for a long time, and Vito's ramblings made Vito a little unhappy.

"Bonasera, when did I offend you?"

Startled when he heard the sound, Bonasera's face tightened. He came to ask Vito for help, and he didn't want to offend him.

"Mr. Corleone, you did not..."

He opened his eyes in panic, and his dull expression just eased. When he was about to answer seriously, there were bursts of exclamations and noises from the garden courtyard outside.

The guests who were originally dancing and chatting flocked to the door...

Hearing the sound, Vito got up and came to the window, raised his hand to press down the shutter, and looked out the window with eagle eyes, but his sight was blocked by the crowd, so he didn't see anything.

"What happened outside? This is your sister's wedding. I don't want to see accidents."

Vito turned his head and said, but his eyes were not on Sonny, but on Bonasera.

Sonny got up and said, "I'll go out and have a look."

After Sonny went out, Bonasera came to his senses and quickly waved his hand to deny, "This has nothing to do with me..."

Vito said with a straight face, "Of course this has nothing to do with you, you don't dare to make trouble under the nose of the FBI."

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Rewind time to 3 minutes ago.

A new Cadillac with two color combinations drove up to the door, and immediately attracted the attention of outsiders, including the subordinates of Clemenza and Tessio, agents from the FBI, and patrolmen from the police station.

Their eyes were all on the owner of this enchanting and slightly flamboyant car.

When Philisto got out of the car and opened the rear door, and Russell and Marlena got out of the car, there was bursts of amazement.

I have to say that Marlena is so charming, she will be the protagonist no matter where she appears.

And Russell has a handsome appearance and a well-proportioned figure, especially his height of more than 1.9 meters, which is particularly conspicuous among these people who are generally only about 1.7 meters.

People outside are talking about who these two are, they seem to have never met in New York, where did they come from?

Marina took Russell's arm and pinched his tender flesh.

"Let's go in quickly."

Russell nodded slowly. Just as the two were about to step into the courtyard, a reporter hiding behind the car took a photo of them with a camera.

A dazzling light flashed past, Marlena raised her hand to cover her eyes, and Russell also turned her face sideways.

At this time, Philisto went straight to the reporter with his assistant.

In an unquestionable tone, he said to the reporter: "Give me the camera!"

"Why, this is my camera and my right."

The assistant stepped forward and grabbed the man by the collar and said loudly, "Be smart and hand over the camera!"

Seeing that he was in trouble, the reporter's companions immediately surrounded him.

One of them showed his ID, which said the FBI...

Philisto glanced at him, and said to him still indifferently: "Hand over the camera."

"How about not handing in? I'm on a mission."

Philisto pointed at him, "Do you know who you're photographing?"

"It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he is a person who comes to the wedding, whether it's a regular guest or a mafia, I will shoot..."

When Philisto heard this, he immediately laughed.

Then, he raised his hand and slapped the 'reporter' on the face.

The crisp sound immediately attracted the attention of others.

Among them was Paulie Gatto, Clemenza's subordinate. He rushed to the courtyard to report the incident to Clemenza, and then Clemenza strode out, bringing many onlookers at the same time. guests.

"Do you dare to fight the FBI?"

Philisto didn't say anything, but glanced at Russell from the corner of his eye. Seeing him nodding, he slapped him again.

Then, Russell stepped forward and pointed at them and said, "You are the one who hit the FBI! Clyde personally ordered that I don't want my photo to appear in the FBI archives, don't you know?"

Suddenly, the detectives froze.

The beaten 'reporter' looked at the supervisor next to him aggrievedly, seeing that the supervisor had no choice but to speak out.

"Are you Mr. Russell Corleone?"

Philisto raised his hand wildly and pushed his knee towards the supervisor's abdomen.

"What the hell are you talking about? Give me the camera!"

The supervisor was hit, and he squatted like a shrimp, grinning his teeth in pain.

The detectives nearby didn't care too much when they saw the supervisor being attacked. Anyway, they had never heard of Russell Corleone's name, let alone that his face could not appear in the FBI's archives.

Are you kidding me?

In the archives of the Bureau of Investigation, who has no photos?