Chapter 222 People in New York City

In a luxury apartment on Manhattan's Upper East Side.

Frank Carley watched his three children study seriously.

The children ranged in age from thirteen to seven, two boys and one girl.

Although he didn't quite understand it, Frank still read it very carefully.

Frank didn't have this name before, back then he was John II Gotti.

His father was John Gotti, once a notorious New Yorker but also a favorite among entertainment paparazzi.

The fourth-generation godfather of the Gambino family who is still talked about today.

But seven years ago, his father was thrown into prison for betrayal.

He was later diagnosed with throat cancer in prison and died last year.

According to the original timeline.

With a background like Frank Culley's, there were probably only two possible outcomes for him.

One died within two years due to an internal power struggle among Sicilians.

The other is to win the power struggle within Gambino.

Then he took over his father's power and led the Italian mafia for a few years or a dozen years.

Then they will either be killed by a rival gang or die in prison.

This is the fate of almost every Sicilian godfather.

Either die at the hands of your own people or die in prison.

But two years ago.

As a certain high-ranking official exists in New York City, he needs someone to do some dirty and shady things for him.

Frank Culley, who was flexible and sincere in his words at the time, had his fate changed.

Frank Carley changed his name and his allegiance.

After following his new master, Frank Culley did not become complacent or lose his composure.

This Italian has a strong drive to learn.

When everything stabilizes.

Frank Carley's most urgent desire was to change class.

Frank knew he had no hope.

But Frank Culley hopes that his children will no longer have to live the life he is living now.

So he forced his children to study and tried his best to pave the way for his children.

"Mr. Smith, I'll leave Andy and the others to you."

After taking a few glances at the children's homework, which I couldn't understand.

Frank Carley turned his head and smiled, not at all like a hot Sicilian godfather.

Rather, he is like a rich father who wants his children to go to a good school.

Frank turned his head and looked at Carl Smith, who graduated from an Ivy League university and had a certain reputation in the New York education circle, and said with a smile.

Carl Smith is a senior figure at a church school in New York.

Their school covers elementary school to high school.

95% of students graduating from this school are able to seamlessly enter the Ivy League schools.

Of course.

The fees are also very high.

Carl Smith smiled: "Andy and his friends have excellent talents. I think they will have a bright future. Carlile New York Episcopal School welcomes them. In ten days, when the new semester begins, they can all enroll in the Episcopal School."

Although to do this, Frank Culley needs to spend nearly a million dollars a year.

But thinking of my own identity, I can help my child cleanse himself through this channel.

Moreover, other people of his kind didn't have such a way to spend money even if they wanted to! Frank Carley was still happy, after all, he was now considered a rich man.

I wouldn’t dare say that I’m on the Forbes list, but I can still be considered a billionaire.

If we only look at the amount of his wealth, he should now be considered as a member of the upper class in the United States.

Even many members of America's so-called upper class are not as rich as Frank Calley.

However, the so-called upper class in the United States, a country of immigrants without a long history, is not just about being rich.

A family's economic status only means that some people have a pass to enter the "upper class".

In addition to being rich, people who truly belong to the "upper class" must also possess other corresponding conditions.

Anyone who can enter the upper class circle in the United States must be rich.

But whether a rich person can truly enter the American "upper class" depends on whether his money is "old money."

Old money refers to money earned through several generations of business.

Or “new money”, which refers to the money gained through one’s own efforts.

If the money he has is "new money", then at best he can only be said to belong to the "upper class" based on his family's economic status, and cannot be considered a member of the "upper society".

New York's high society refers to a small circle of "four hundred people" centered around several major families such as the Astor family.

"Four Hundred People" refers specifically to a small circle of upper-class society.

The upper class’s exclusion of the “new rich” did not even spare the most powerful people in the country.

According to legend, an old Boston aristocrat has always been resentful of the Kennedy family's rise to fame.

Even after Kennedy became the President of the United States, he did not forget to curse the Kennedy family as "low-class Irish people wandering the streets" and refused to associate with the Kennedy family.

Of course, in contemporary America, it is "economic strength" that ultimately determines a person's status in society.

For most people, 10021 is just the zip code for a certain area in the United States.

However, it is clear to American demographers that this code represents the wealthiest communities in the United States.

The area between Fifth Avenue and the East River in New York City, from East 61st Street to East 80th Street.

The core area of ​​this section is the kingdom of celebrities known as the "aristocratic area".

It is home to institutions that represent wealth, power and social status, the most fashionable private clubs and the best private schools.

Some prominent families living near Fifth Avenue and Park Avenue in New York City still maintain the tradition of holding winter and summer social gatherings every year.

Even if some new money families lived in aristocratic areas, they would not receive invitations to traditional social gatherings preserved by the entire community.

This is also the reason why Gimp had been marketing his last name crazily before he met Milo.

Of course, there are also Jinpu's own problems.

Jin Pu's style makes it easy for people to dislike him.

So much so that Blackie would mock him in public at a dinner party, causing Kim Pu to decide to run in the election out of spite.

Basically, once you become the commander-in-chief, everything will be solved.

With the family foundation, I can stand in the front as a target and choose one of my children to stand beside the commander-in-chief and train him.

See how to be a great leader and build a huge network of interpersonal relationships.

If a second one could be cultivated like the Bush family, the family would immediately become the top family in the United States. Now, the nature of such social gatherings has changed from the "social ladder" in the early years to a way of communicating family public relations.

In addition, some closed private clubs are also places where upper-class people are keen to socialize.

Unfortunately, none of this has anything to do with Frank Carley now.

Although he was rich, very rich, as the leader of the construction and building workers' union in the New York area, he controlled a series of lucrative gray businesses.

But he still has no status.

If there wasn't someone above me.

With his current wealth, a group of people will immediately jump out to kill him and then seize his wealth under various pretexts.

So while I am working hard to study and want to upgrade.

Frank Carley knew exactly who had made everything possible for him.

So he is very sensible.

There are still two or three hours left before the agreed time.

But Frank Carley arrived at the Kimpe National Golf Club in New Jersey before that.

Here, Frank Culley met the owner of the stadium.

The former famous New York billionaire is now one of the upper class figures in New York.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gimp."

Frank Carley is anything but a Sicilian godfather.

Like an Italian guy selling sandwiches and chicken pizza in Queens.

He always smiles and is extremely kind to customers.

"Good afternoon, Frank."

Gimp responded reservedly to Frank Carley.

Next to him was his daughter Ivana, who was about to go to school.

In fact, if it were in the past, Gimp would have been very familiar with Frank Culley, the godfather of the New York underworld.

He was still happy to give face.

Because he was nothing at that time, and sometimes when facing such people, you have to give in and suffer losses.

But now…

Gimp looked at Frank Carley and decided to give the Italian some face.

Because this guy is also his backer.

Strictly speaking, Frank and Gimp are members of the same camp but in different positions.

"Why are you here so early? Milo said he wouldn't be here until after three."

"I have nothing to do at noon, so I thought I'd come over early. I'd like to see if there's anything you can do for me, Mr. Gimp."

"Haha, what can I help you with here? But since we're here at this hour, how about we have a drink?"

"It's my pleasure." Frank Carley spoke to Gimp in a New Yorker manner.

In fact, Frank has indeed been working on improving his English accent.

When interacting with non-Italian Americans, he tries to act as much like a Manhattanite as possible.

Rather than a Sicilian living in New York.

While we were eating and drinking, I took the opportunity when my daughter went to the kitchen to order food.

Gimp asked Frank Culley in a gossipy whisper.

"I heard that no one died in Miami this time?"

"A few died anyway."

“Wow, so a lot of people died in Miami?”

"Everyone who deserved to die is dead. Everyone who sir wanted to die is dead."

Frank Carley answered cautiously, even though he knew that Gimp would never tell on anyone.

"Okay. I won't ask about this kind of thing anymore."

I saw my daughter appear at the other end of the restaurant.

Gimp retracted his gossiping gesture.

He spoke to Frank Carley in a superior manner:

"In short, do your job well. Mr. Blackburn is a very humane and noble man. As long as you do good things for him, he will be a generous and kind person. Look at our respective performances. Frank, I think you understand this very well!"

Frank Carley nodded, of course.

Frank thought so, to be honest.

Although old Gotti is dead.

But Frank still has an uncle who is not dead.

Uncle Frank has been active from the time of the first Godfather to the present.

My uncle has seen too many people and too many things.

So he kept warning Frank that the master Frank was following was unique.

Hundreds of times better than the masters that the godfathers followed in the past.

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Frank agrees.

Just as Ivana came over with a smile, Don's full-time secretary, Rick, a middle-aged white man in his forties, came over.

"Boss, I just received a call from the city hall. Our mayor is on his way here now."

"Wow!" Gimp looked surprised. "He's early too? Didn't we agree to come in three hours? Oh, no, it's two hours now. Didn't we agree to come in two hours?"

Rick shrugged and glanced at Frank next to him, who gave him a kind smile.

Rick smiled back at him, and then continued to say to Gimp, "Perhaps our mayor wants to come early and wait for Mr. Blackburn's arrival, just like dear Frank."

"It's possible. Rick, we all know that our Italian mayoral election is not going well this year!"

Jin Pu's thoughts were moving very quickly, and the golden-haired old man felt that he had grasped the important point.

"There were many unexpected factors when he took office four years ago. If he wants to be re-elected this year, he has to compromise with Milo."

"In fact, he has been trying to compromise with Milo since last year. But he never had the chance because our Blackburn doesn't like the Italian very much!"

"You're right, boss. I think that may indeed be the case."

Frank Culley was listening to the conversation between the two men, and as an Italian, he did not feel offended.

Because he hates the Italian-American mayor Giuliani who will be here later more than anyone else.

Two years ago.

If it weren't for Mr. Blackburn's rescue.

Frank knew that he had to either escape from New York or die in prison like his father.

And their relatives and family members either have to submit to the other side.

Either you end up in jail like me.

Although they are both of Italian descent, they are faced with someone who once persecuted their family.

How could Frank feel friendly towards others just because they were both Italian?

They were once mortal enemies!

In other words, you have found the right person and now you don't have to worry about being persecuted by the other party.

It has become that the other party is now worried about losing power.

So at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Frank Carley followed Kimp and his group and met the current New York City Mayor Giuliani, who arrived more than an hour earlier.

To be honest, Giuliani has been mayor of New York for four years.

He actually did a pretty good job in the first two years.

New York's public security and gang problems have improved under the governance of this mayor, who was a prosecutor.

But in the next two years, Giuliani gradually lost power in the City Council.

Many of his requests and orders often fail to pass the New York City Council, and the budget cannot be approved, resulting in much of his power being undermined.

This made him feel powerless even if he wanted to make New York a better place.

What's more, in the United States, whether it is the mayor, governor or president, almost no one is dedicated to making his country, state or city better.

They are just doing things to strengthen themselves and take them further in politics.

Giuliani is one of such typical American politicians.

So it can be said that he achieved basically nothing in his last two years as mayor.

In the blink of an eye, two years passed.

It's election time again in New York this year.

Giuliani, of course, became anxious.

Because according to the current election situation, the probability of his re-election is indeed not very high.

"Hey, Don, good afternoon!"

"And Frank, long time no see!"

Giuliani and Kemp hugged each other warmly.

Especially when hugging Frank Carley, it was particularly passionate.

It's nothing like the look he had two years ago when he wanted to send the other person to jail.

"I didn't expect you to come so early. Rudy, Milo isn't here yet, you may have to wait a little longer!"

Gimp greeted the New York mayor with a smile.

"Oh, that's okay. We can play golf for a while to warm up!"

Giuliani: "That way we can perform better in front of Mr. Blackburn later!"

“…”

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On the road in Brooklyn, New York.

A convoy of Cadillacs is traveling through the built-up areas of New York City.

In the trunk of a Cadillac SUV.

Britney, with her eyes blurry, is raising her neck to watch the roadside scenery flashing by in the car covered by the privacy glass.

As for Milo, who was wreaking havoc on the little dirt bag in her arms, she simply held her master's head tightly with her arms, savoring the indescribable feeling.

"Master..." Britney's clear murmur was heard in the car as the car passed the Brooklyn Bridge.

Milo let the embarrassed Britney push him away slightly with a smirk on his face.

Britney looked at Milo timidly and pitifully, adjusted her silk V-neck suspenders slightly, pulled the front of her long suit together, and said weakly: "You bit me and hurt me."

Milo smacked his lips and said with great interest, "I'm increasing your blood circulation to stimulate their growth. I'm helping you!"

Looking at Milo's self-righteous expression, as if he was saying, "This is all for your own good."

Britney was both angry and amused. How could this man be a genius, miracle, or a legendary rich man? He was just a little hooligan. She said with a lingering look in her eyes, "Then, then, can you help me again?"

But she knew that her master really liked big ones.

When posing her next to Christina.

He plays with Christina more often because he is indeed not as good as Christina in terms of figure.

Fortunately, I am more obedient and my master generally likes me more.

"Okay, okay, you're going on a small tour now, so it'll be a long time before we meet again. Seriously, aren't you tired?"

Milo raised his arms and wrapped them around Britney's body, holding her close and whispering in her ear.

Britney is about to release her second album.

Before the album was released.

She will tour several major cities across the United States to build up some hype in advance, and will also sing some songs from her new album at her concerts.

This should help boost the sales of the new album.

Although Britney's already rosy face didn't show any major changes, a layer of mist had already risen in her foxy eyes.

She is not a stupid girl who knows nothing.

Her owner does sometimes treat her as a toy and can easily get carried away when playing with her.

But at other times, her master really did love her.

She was protected in every way and loved in many ways.

Frankly speaking, Britney felt loved by her master.

More love than I get from my parents.

Her parents only care about how much money she earns this month and how much money she brings home.

I never care whether she is tired, feeling unwell, or under great mental stress.

So many times, Britney is not really stupid. She just thinks that when facing such an owner, what's wrong with just being a stupid little pet?

Many people want to be such pets but can’t! Especially such masters, they can’t meet them! “Not tired.” She whispered, “I like the stage very much. I feel that when I stand on it, I am complete! Master, no matter how tired I am, as long as I stand there, I feel that I have endless energy.”

Seeing that she answered like this.

Milo shrugged and let her go.

It is true that some people are stage creatures, they are two different people on stage and off stage.

Britney was exploited to that extent in her previous life, and was exploited for so long before becoming insane. She is definitely a gifted person.

This stage creature attribute is probably the reason why she has been able to last so long.

Since she didn't care, Milo felt there was no need to force her to rest all the time.

When the motorcade passed through Queens, Britney carefully got out of the car and changed to another one.

She was heading to JFK to catch a flight to Los Angeles for a second, but smaller, tour.

The convoy with Milo continued on, passing through Queens and bypassing the avenue around New York.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at the Kimple National Golf Club in Bedminster, New Jersey.

The sun shines on the green golf course, gently brushing over every inch of grass like a silk thread.

The entire lawn is like an exquisite painting, with cleverly designed holes and dotted sand pits and lakes, adding a bit of agility and wildness.

The undulating mountains in the distance contrast beautifully with the blue sky and white clouds, forming a harmonious natural landscape.

When you swing in a place like this, you can enjoy the dual gifts of sport and beautiful scenery. Every shot is like an intimate conversation with nature.

No wonder golf is the favorite sport of rich people.

Therefore, the more developed and wealthy cities in the world often have a large number of golf courses around them.

Arrived at the stadium parking lot.

Milo hadn't even gotten out of the car, and the convoy hadn't even parked yet.

Milo saw that Gimp and the others had gathered around to greet him.

He was not in a hurry to get out of the car, but waited for the bodyguards to get out first and check the security environment.

Milo got out of the car leisurely, then waved and greeted them with a smile.

(End of this chapter)