The rise of the reborn hero

"I feel that my grandfather’s fate changed drastically from that day on, so after compiling his diary and reading his oral account, I decided to put his meeting with Mr. Su at the beginning of the memoir instead of his poverty. childhood."

On the largest talk show in Stars and Stripes, Jesse Capone, the famous best-selling author of"East Coast Empire" and the granddaughter of Al Capone, talked about it.

"Yes, the sales volume of 180 million in the first month shows your success in doing so."

The host of the interview nodded in agreement,"The appearance of two legendary figures at the beginning will undoubtedly attract more people's attention."

"No, my grandfather once said, never compare him with Mr. Su. Fortunately, he is gone, otherwise he will be very angry when he hears it. You know, the consequences of Al Capone's anger would be serious."

Jesse Capone smiled and made a joke that was not funny, but the gray-haired host did not agree because he had experienced that era and knew the ferocity of the East Coast underground king.

"Did you just say through Mr. Capone's dictation?"

The host changed the topic without leaving any trace.

"Yes."

Jesse Capone nodded,"My grandfather spent the last five years of his life in a hospital bed. Cancer made him very painful, and his drug abuse made him not so clear-headed. The memory of that first meeting was still profound, and he remembered every detail clearly."

Jesse Capone smiled and continued to face the camera lens of himself,"This is another reason why I put the meeting of the two men in the prologue."

"because..."

"It was this meeting that influenced my grandfather throughout his life."............

December 23, 1995, was also the 100th day since Al Capone's sixteenth birthday.

For the first time in one day, he put on an expensive suit, and it was also the first time he stepped into such a high-end hotel. All of this seemed to tell him that he was entering the new life he had dreamed of.

Following Yang Qianli, passing by all kinds of well-dressed elites or wealthy people, Al Capone nervously stepped into the top floor of the Hilton Hotel.

The entire floor was occupied by the big shots he was about to meet, and every key position was manned by a tough-looking man. Such tight security and the solemn surroundings made Al Capone's heart tense. They all jumped out

"BOSS is waiting for you. Aston Dale

, who came out to greet a few people, looked at the bewildered young man and smiled,"Don't be nervous, BOSS appreciates you very much.""

The lawyer's words did not make Al Capone relax. On the contrary, he became even more excited.......

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the hotel's presidential suite, Al Capone saw Su Pingnan for the first time.

The living room is very spacious. An Asian with short hair is sitting on the sofa, and behind him stand two strong men about 1.9 meters tall.

The two strong men were huge, with bulging muscles that even the oversized suits could not hide, but Al Capone's entire mind was still attracted to Su Pingnan.

Because of the aura.

An indescribable aura from Al Capone left him at a loss. Su Pingnan's hawk-like eyes and calm demeanor put tremendous pressure on the young man.

Compared with him, Yang Qianli was obviously much more relaxed. Al Capone stood at the door like a wooden man, watching Yang Qianli hugging several strong men one by one. Even the big shot who was nervous to death got up and talked and laughed with him..

What's strange is that when Al Capone recalled this scene afterwards, he could clearly remember everyone's expressions but couldn't remember what they said at the time.

Nervousness made him look at the scene in front of him as if he was playing a silent movie......

"When will Xia Zhu have surgery?"

Su Pingnan first looked up at the boy Yang Qianli brought and noticed that the boy's face was pale and abnormal. However, he ignored it and turned to Yang Qianli to ask. Obviously, Xiong Dun's death was still in the heart of this powerful man. left a deep mark

"A week later."

Yang Qianli's calm eyes showed a trace of nervousness. Women's illnesses are undoubtedly the weakness of this iron-blooded man.

"When the time comes, leave the matter to Murong. You go to Mayo to accompany me. I can rest assured that Murong will handle the matter."

Su Pingnan gave instructions

"clear."

Yang Qianli described in detail some details that Su Pingnan didn't know about the developments in Chicago. Yang Qianli ended the topic after about ten minutes.

"A stray bullet?"

Su Pingnan grinned after hearing the whole story about Liu Jianran's casualties, showing a meaningful smile,"Murong did a good job, everyone has his own destiny. But understand...."

The man's tone became colder,"Since we are all going to hell, there is no need to look up to heaven."...

"Do you want to be my disciple?"

After talking about the matter, Su Pingnan turned his attention to the helpless young man who was still standing at the door for the first time,"I don't lack helpers, I need a reason to keep you."

After hearing Aston Dale's translation, Al Capone's eloquent talk and youthful demeanor when he faced Yang Qianli disappeared. He opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

Along the way What he saw and heard made Al Capone's admiration for the man in front of him almost reach its peak. His low-level life experience made him never imagine that a person could be so powerful. Compared with it, those he envied and admired before The so-called big shot on the street is like the garbage in the sewer in front of his house.

But this undoubtedly made him more nervous.

"Give him a glass of whiskey."

Su Pingnan frowned and pointed at the wine cabinet towards Aston Dale,"Alcohol is the best medicine to relax people."......

"Scotland's purest whiskey for more than 35 years, it has 60 degrees, little ones, be careful, today is your big day, don't get drunk."

Taking the cold wine glass and listening to the lawyer's words in his ear, Al Capone looked at the light yellow wine with a dull look.

He never thought that his alcoholic father, who had been dead for six years, would dream of being there. He was holding it in his hands in this way.

He knew this wine.

Sauvay, aged for thirty-five years, was so expensive that he could slit anyone's throat for this glass of wine.