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62, our child, looks like you

At present, although the oil, maritime passenger transportation and trade businesses have stopped, the tobacco and red wine businesses are running smoothly.

Excluding the dividends given to Mal Vitini and others, Russell's money box contains 75.4 million lire. These are entirely his personal deposits, and the insurance funds and operating flow on the books of each company are not included. After all, company operations also require

money.

Russell is not very satisfied with this amount of money, because even if it is all converted into real money, it will only be 754,000, which is just enough to buy a small apartment.

So Russell didn't plan to leave Marlena after she gave birth to the baby, he had to stay with her for a while no matter what.

The two lived in the Windmill Courtyard for more than half a month. When the Allied forces left Sicily to attack the Italian mainland, Russell took Marlena down the mountain to the hospital because she was about to give birth.

The medical level of Palermo Hospital is considered to be the best on the entire island. Marina lives in a single luxury ward, which costs 800 lire in accommodation fees every day. Due to the sharp devaluation of lire, the current 800 is equivalent to

Four hundred in 40 years.

It is not very expensive. After all, this is the wife of the Sicilian godfather. If she gives birth to a boy, the child will be the heir to the Corleone family!

Therefore, we have to pay attention to it.

Sivina followed from the small town and was responsible for taking care of Malena.

Philisto personally protected Russell and sent people to take turns keeping an eye on him at the door of the ward. Even when the doctor was doing rounds, he had to be searched to confirm his identity. Strangers could not approach him at all.

Don't think this is making a fuss, it's actually very necessary.

In the suite next to the ward, Philisto lit a cigar for Russell and stood at the door.

Oliatu sat in the chair directly opposite Russell and reported.

"Godfather, our tobacco and wine business brought us a profit of six million lire last month. Harvey, City of Messina, let me ask you if you can provide tobacco and wine to the Allies. According to normal

market price."

Russell blew out the smoke and said: "Of course we can provide it. Who is selling it and not selling it? Let Northing and Harvey learn from the lesson. The oil town has stopped working, but don't we have other business to do? If there is no profit, create profit. No

If you have an opportunity to make a profit, grab it and fight for it.”

"yes."

Auliatu nodded and responded, "Godfather, those who led the Allied forces have also found out."

"Talk about it."

"They are all Americans of Italian origin. When Mussolini sent people to suppress the Italian Mafia, they fled to New York to avoid disaster."

"After the Allied forces landed in Sicily, these people led the way and confiscated the government buildings, airports, and banks...Although the Allied forces did not gain anything, their behavior was undoubtedly a mutiny!"

"Now, these people are asking about our tobacco companies and seem to want to cooperate."

Russell crossed his legs and pondered. After a moment, he put the cigar on the ashtray and said: "If they want to ship tobacco to New York, then sell it to them at 80% of the retail price. If they have other plans, then give them up in advance.

intention of."

"Understood! Godfather, what if they want to go back to Sicily?"

"Then let them sleep forever in Sicily. Remember, dogs who are forced to flee and want to go home will never change their habit of eating shit. Once they make a nest in Sicily, they will think that this is their territory, and over time they will eventually

Swordsmen meet."

Oliatu understood and said, "Okay, if they want to stay, then we will stop their attempts in advance."

At this time, there was a sound of running in the corridor, and Sivina shouted: "Mr. Corleone!"

Philisto turned to look at Russell, and under his eyes, Philisto opened the door.

Sivina stood at the door and gasped, "Mr. Corleone, Madam is going to give birth."

Russell jumped up from the sofa, strode out of the room, and walked towards the delivery room.

Silvina and the other three followed closely behind.

At the door of the delivery room, when Russell arrived, Marlena was lying on the gurney.

He stepped forward and grabbed Marlena's hand and said, "How is it?"

"Don't worry, there won't be any danger."

Russell looked at her pale and sweaty face, stood up and said to the doctor: "According to what we talked about before, we must minimize the risk."

Doctor: "Okay, Mr. Corleone, I am the best obstetrician in Sicily. You can trust me."

"Okay!" Russell leaned over and said to Marlena: "I'm just outside and I won't go anywhere."

Marlena nodded and was pushed into the delivery room by the nurse.

Russell was a little anxious in the corridor. After all, he had never experienced anything like this before. He was looking forward to it but also a little worried. After all, the bloody plots on TV would always cause something to happen to pregnant women during childbirth, which was very disgusting.

Fortunately, half an hour later, the nurse delivered good news.

"Mrs. Corleone is very safe. Congratulations to Mr. Corleone. Your son is also very healthy!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Russell's face.

"Thank you, can you go in now?"

"Of course, Mrs. Corleone needs you."

Russell stepped into the delivery room, and Philisto handed the money he had prepared to Silvina and asked her to give some small gifts to the nurses and doctors.

When the nurses and doctors received the money, they were very surprised and thanked them profusely.

In the delivery room.

Marlena's eyes were filled with water, and she looked weakly at Russell who walked in.

"Honey."

"Oh! Thank you for your hard work, Marlena. You are great. We have a son."

Marlena smiled and said, "Then do you like your son?"

"I like both boys and girls, but of course my favorite is you, Malena."

Marlena felt sweet in her heart when she heard this. She saw clearly just now that Russell came straight to her as soon as he entered the delivery room, without even looking at the baby next to him.

She knew that Russell cared about her very much and even felt sorry for her to give birth to a child.

Marlena had never felt so happy, and she was very satisfied with it.

"You should give our son a name, have you thought about it?"

Russell was startled and said: "Marlena, you were too tired just now and need to rest now."

"Dear, haven't you thought about it?"

"how could be."

Malena smiled and said: "Then think about it slowly, okay? Let me see our son quickly."

Russell nodded, turned around and walked to the crib, looking down and seeing his son.

To be honest, it looks a bit ugly at first glance...

Newborn babies are like this, they look wrinkled.

Russell held the baby very carefully, because his bones had not grown properly and he was as soft as holding a ball of cotton.

Holding the child in front of Marlena, Russell saw her eyebrows frown.

She must be a little disgusted with it too.

"Honey, is this our son?"

"Yes……"

"Okay, so cute!"

Russell responded: "Yes, very much like you."

Marlena was stunned and said: "He is your son, he is more like you."

"Well, when he grows up, we are discussing who he is more like. Now, you should go back to your room to rest and let Siweina make you something to eat."
Chapter completed!
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