The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Her second bargaining chip is the system's potion.

Tang Tang suddenly asked in his mind, "The Godfather is already 61 years old this year. Can you find out how long he will live?"

The system said speechlessly, "I am a high-tech product, but I am not a god! However, according to Alberto's advanced lung cancer, he will be cured in one or two years at most."

Tang Tang stabilized his facial expression and asked incredulously in his mind, "Late-stage lung cancer? Didn't he take any medical measures? Even with the power of the Newkman family, wouldn't it be easy to find a healthy lung?"

[He has been to the doctor many times, but due to his age, the doctor does not recommend him to undergo an organ transplant. It is difficult to avoid rejection in the elderly.]

Tang Tang couldn't imagine that the old man who had just spoken in an extremely oppressive manner on the phone was already in the late stage of cancer.

[Well, the system mall can actually provide delaying drugs, regardless of age or organ, but based on the current level of technology, it can only delay.]

Tang Tang originally wanted to trade the anti-aging drug, but now it might be more appropriate to change it to a cancer cell inhibitor.

As for whether or not to save people...

Tang Tang's thick eyelashes drooped, blocking the cold and dark light in her eyes.

She doesn't know this legendary godfather yet, so it's too early to say that he will save people. After all, it's difficult to test human hearts.

Moreover, if cancer cell inhibitors are used in transactions, they can at least extend life by four to five years.

We’ll talk about the rest later.

The last bargaining chip is the system, or Tang Tang’s power.

The reason why Alberto reacted so strongly when he heard those two names was because he had already found out the murderer and the participants.

But as godfather, he not only has power, but also bears considerable responsibility.

The head of the Newman family and the legendary godfather of the Mafia, he can't even take action to avenge his dead son.

But Tang Tang can.

On the one hand, she can rely on the system to establish multiple secret forces, including mercenary bases in the desert or on the high seas.

Or intervene in Myanmar or Asia to set up new militia organizations.

She plans to coordinate these organizations under another identity, while openly conducting business activities under a normal identity.

By then, whether it is robbery, assassination, or even some shady actions, they can be carried out by that group of forces.

It was easy to avenge little Alberto.

Moreover, the separation of those identities is also conducive to the purity of her apparent identity. There is light and darkness in the world, but most people still rely on light.

As for her, being a rich woman during the day is already arrogant enough, but it is better for her to make a fortune quietly at night.

"Ms. Tang, please get out of the car."

The slight shaking of the car when it stopped brought Tang Tang back to his senses from his conversation with the system.

Moli helped Tang Tang open the car door, stood upright beside him and offered his hand to take Tang Tang.

Tang Tang, who was treated as a spoiled lady:...

She reached out and gently placed her hand on Moli's calloused and scarred hand, then used the force to get out of the car.

For a moment, the two seemed to be surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers.

Irises, daisies, roses and lilies of the valley grew very tall and intertwined. In the center of the sea of ​​flowers, in front of the two people was an exquisite building, almost all of whose walls were made of golden metal frames and large pieces of crystal glass.

It looks like an exquisite greenhouse, but you can't see clearly what's inside the glass.

The surrounding area was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Looking at the fluttering butterflies, Tang Tang couldn't help but sigh to the system in his heart, "Who would have thought that the home of a ruthless mafia godfather would be like this."

【Alberto was very fond of art and flowers during his lifetime.】

Alas, the United States is really committing a sin.

“Miss Tang, the Godfather is the only one in the meeting room, so I won’t see you off.”

Tang Tang nodded, brushed past Moliyi, and walked into the beautiful glass house in front of him.

As soon as you step into the door, cool air hits you in the face. The floor is a retro European marble floor with a pattern like the stained glass in a church, covered with huge butterfly patterns with gold edges and blue wings.

When you step on it with high heels, there is a crisp tapping sound.

Then she saw the old man sitting in a wheelchair not far away. The moment they looked at each other, Tang Tang seemed to see a falcon-like sense of oppression in those violet eyes.

This is the legendary Italian mafia godfather.

Even though he is old, he is still sturdy, and his pale hair and beard blend into one, embellishing his sharp facial lines.

There are many wrinkles on his face, but it does not seem to affect his handsomeness. His still clear violet eyes show considerable rationality and clarity.

He was sitting in a wheelchair with his back straight, a thin red and black shawl covering his legs, his hands crossed on his legs, and a silver ring of authority could be seen on his thumb.

And the Godfather was also observing the young guest.

It was a pure Chinese face, and he could not deny that she was beautiful, with porcelain-white skin and black eyes, like a delicate and fragile porcelain doll in his impression.

Still very young, so young that it surprised him a little.

"Ms. Tang, I didn't expect you to be so young. But in this short time, I can't find any news about you."

The wise and alert old man looked at the smiling and calm girl in front of him and said, "What business do you want to discuss? But I have to tell you that I have a bad temper."

Alberto's voice was hoarse and slow. Most people would have sweated on their backs if they were stared at by him, because there were two loaded pistols next to his wheelchair.

In the quiet and empty greenhouse, Tang Tang's soft voice seemed like a thunderclap in Alberto's ears.

"Will Mr. Godfather's cancer survive long enough to avenge Mr. Alberto Jr."

As soon as Tang Tang finished speaking, Alberto's originally calm eyes were suddenly filled with deep pain and hatred.

Who leaked the news?

Only a few of his confidants knew about his secret cancer treatment, so how did this unrelated Chinese girl know about it?

Tang Tang didn't want to waste time on useless temptations. She stared at Alberto and said word by word, "Mr. Alberto, as the head of the Newkman family, you should know that there are some secrets in this world that should not be explored."

She walked forward slowly, ignoring the Desert Eagle in Alberto's hand that could shoot her to death with a single click, and slowly placed a small test tube of transparent liquid in the hand of the mafia godfather.

"Cancer cell inhibitor drug, my sincerity."

Alberto clenched the tube of reagent fiercely, and several blood vessels popped out on his old hands. He looked at Tang Tang, and seeing the determination and honesty in the eyes of this young mysterious girl, he smiled slowly.

"Ms. Tang, I need to send it to the laboratory for testing."

"Of course," Tang Tang stepped back a few steps, spreading his hands to indicate that he could do whatever he wanted with the bottle of reagent, "I believe in Godfather's character, and I hope you won't let me down."

"The Mafia has always been honest," Alberto clapped his hands twice and looked at the elderly butler who slowly walked out from the next room. "Take good care of Miss Tang and make sure to meet all of her needs."