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Chapter 243: Summer Insects Can’t Say Ice
late at night.

Inside a conference hall.

A group of old fogies gathered together, discussing how to rebel.

"That Jaina is getting more and more outrageous! She even dares to disobey us, her elders!"

Dressed in a suit and tie, with a large belly.

A gentlemanly-looking man fired the first shot, complaining in the opening remarks.

“Last time I asked her to hand over the waterwheel business to me, she told me that she had already handed it over to someone else, a mere upstart.”

"This is really unreasonable!"

His words completely opened up a floodgate of conversation.

Others joined in the discussion, criticizing Jaina.

But in the end, it all comes down to money.

A company only has so many shares, so naturally some people will have more and some will have less.

This is all normal.

Some might say this is unfair.

But if it were distributed equally, wouldn't that be another form of injustice for those who contributed more?

Of course, Jaina has been very kind.

She has been treating these old, useless mascots with the highest family honors.

Unfortunately, human desires are like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once they begin, they can never be stopped.

Even though Jaina was extremely tolerant of these "uncles and elders," they were still not satisfied and wanted more.

For them, getting a big slice of the pie is certainly a cause for celebration.

But if you can, why not be the one who cuts the cake?

The benefits that would be far greater than what we have now.

Inside the meeting room, the discussion grew increasingly heated, almost lifting the roof off.

Just then, the person sitting at the head of the table finally spoke.

He first slammed his hand on the mahogany table to signal everyone to be quiet, and only after the dust had settled did he speak slowly and deliberately.

“What you all said is correct, but there is one point you have all overlooked.”

His words piqued everyone's curiosity, and they all opened their eyes wide, waiting for his next eloquent speech.

"From a practical point of view, Jaina's abilities and skills are quite good, and she has brought many benefits to the family."

"If she were a man, things would be easier to handle."

"But the fact that she is a woman makes all the difference."

As the saying goes, a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl.

Jaina has not yet indicated a clear romantic partner and appears to be currently single.

But once Jaina gets married and has children, it's hard to say whether she'll still be as loyal to the family as she is today.

If they fight for it for so long, only to have some young upstart outside seize the supreme power within the family, that would be a huge mess.

Even if that person doesn't become the family leader, but only takes away some of the business, it will still make them very uncomfortable, as if a small knife is cutting their flesh.

As soon as he said this, the people below nodded in agreement.

These words really struck a chord with them.

The main reason they agreed to Santino's plan to exile family gangster Tommy Vercetti was for this very reason.

They were worried that Tommy Vercetti would overtake them and use his connections to reach the top.

Although the possibility is extremely slim.

But if the Camorra family were to become the Visadi family, those old guys would be utterly disgraced and might as well all die.

That means Tommy isn't here right now.

If he heard this, he'd laugh his head off.

He started from scratch and built a huge business empire in New York all by himself.

The legitimate businesses alone have a market value of several billion.

The clandestine transactions were so large that they couldn't be discussed openly.

His business empire was so vast that people from both the legitimate and criminal worlds treated him with respect.

But these old guys are still narrow-minded, thinking that what they have is the best, and they cling to their meager possessions, afraid that he will come and take them away.

This kind of behavior, so oblivious to reality, is utterly laughable. The meeting is still ongoing.

People are still complaining.

Finally, someone discovered the problem.

"Strange, why hasn't Frank arrived yet?"

“I just had someone call him, but no one has answered.”

Things are getting increasingly strange.

Everyone found it strange.

Frank never missed such an important meeting; he would even arrive at the venue very early.

But he didn't come today, and we can't even reach him by phone.

Frank's men were asked, but none of them knew anything about it.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

After a while, his subordinate came over, followed by a deliveryman in a yellow uniform.

"Who ordered the pizza?"

"What are you talking about? Nobody has ever ordered pizza."

"What exactly is going on?"

The old men looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Soon, the unexpected deliveryman answered their questions.

"A large Italian pineapple cheese pizza is served."

As the delivery driver spoke, he casually reached into the delivery box, pulled out a round object, and tossed it onto the table, displaying it to everyone.

Wide-eyed, terrified.

This is hardly a cheese and pineapple pizza.
It's clearly a human head!
Also, Italians never eat pineapple pizza!

"Wait a minute!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

“I recognize this face, damn it, it’s Frank!”

As soon as he said that, the others immediately understood.

No wonder Frank didn't come to the meeting; he was simply taken care of.

This also explains why no one answered the guy's phone.

After all, a dead person can no longer speak.

Actually, we can't blame Frank for not attending.

At least his head came over first, didn't it?
"Damn it, what are you all standing there for? Kill him!"

These words immediately caused chaos at the scene.

They're all gangsters; they couldn't possibly be without weapons on them.

For these gang leaders, going out without a gun is like being naked; they can't feel any sense of security whatsoever.

Not only during the day, but even when they sleep at night, they keep a pistol under their pillow.

But often, having a gun in your hand doesn't necessarily mean it will be useful.

At that moment, the delivery guy in the room—or rather, Tommy disguised as a delivery guy—reached out and raised a makeshift nail gun.

no way.

He had promised Jaina that this commotion would be kept to a minimum.

Let's not end up in court like last time, which would have a bad ending.

Besides, Tommy is a very civic-minded person.

He didn't want to make too much noise and disturb the neighbors.

Other people have to go to work the next day. How can they rest if they make such a loud noise?
Let's just use a nail gun instead.

After all, it's a nail gun, a nail gun.

Since the name contains the word "gun," it should also apply to master-level marksmanship.

Well, that's it.

(End of this chapter)