bookrebus Chapter 185 Gattuso's Unexpected Move
Chapter 185 Gattuso's Unexpected Move
Winter, in nearly a hundred years, has never seen such a biting cold wind, flowing from south to north across manors and pastures.
An oval, pointed castle topped with a gleaming silver cross.
A slender, fair hand rested on the railing of the Western-style building, gently gripping it before loosening its grip slightly.
Her long, golden hair cascaded over the left shoulder of her round-necked earl-style evening gown.
A pair of emerald green eyes, like those of a hawk, gaze into the vast, boundless forest.
Cesare Gattuso has yet to meet his lifelong nemesis.
A gray-haired maid knocked on the door but didn't dare to enter the room. "Young master, the head of the Frost family wants to see you."
The reason he is called "Head of the Frost family" is to distinguish him from the original head of the family, Pompeii. To be clear, Frost is now only an acting head of the family.
Caesar turned back and smiled at her. "I understand. You can go ahead and get back to work!"
Seeing the maid leave, Caesar quickly wiped the smile off his face.
Having experienced a trip to Japan... well, I guess you could call it that.
Although Caesar spent most of his time in Japan in detention, and when he came out he would sneak back to the family with his uncle Frost, he still made an appearance in Japan.
Caesar's feelings toward his uncle Frost evolved from pure disgust to a degree of appreciation, though disgust still outweighed the initial dislike.
He tucked his two pistols behind his waist, picked up his hunting knife Victor, and left his room.
In the corridor, Caesar met with his father Pompey.
Pompeii's face has recently become much more haggard.
Without saying goodbye, Caesar walked straight past Pompeii, and the father and son gradually disappeared into the distance.
office.
Frost was fanning himself with a white top hat in one hand and reviewing a confidential document in the other.
He caught a glimpse of Caesar standing in the doorway and smiled faintly:
"You've come, my dear nephew!"
"Just tell me what you want from me!" Caesar turned his head away. He didn't want to stay here for another second, feeling that the office reeked of rotting corpses.
“You’ve seen those documents and videotapes, haven’t you?” Frost asked.
Caesar: "Yeah, I've seen it. It's just infighting among some mixed-race families in the Dragon Kingdom, nothing serious."
“Although I, like you, look down on these Chinese.” Frost smiled slyly.
He was sometimes as cunning as a fox, and sometimes as cold as a venomous snake. "However, these hybrid families have indeed had a long history of inheritance. Our Dragonblood Warriors' techniques have many aspects that we have learned from their corpse-driving techniques!"
“To correct you, I never said I looked down on Chinese people, except for Ye Jingchen, of course,” Caesar said.
Frost wrinkled his nose. "It doesn't matter, it's all the same."
Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly. "You didn't call me here just to introduce me to these so-called mixed-blood families from the Dragon Kingdom, did you?"
“You need to go to the Dragon Kingdom,” Frost said.
"Me?" Caesar was somewhat surprised and eager to try, but he forcibly suppressed his inner turmoil and his facial expression became increasingly calm.
“Yes, you!” Frost nodded, opened the drawer, and took out two Cuban cigars.
He lit one for himself and handed another to Caesar. "The Chen family has many interests in the coastal areas, and they have all been affected by the internal strife between the Bai and Zhou families of the Dragon Kingdom."
The Chen family has submitted a request to us, hoping that we can mediate between these two restless mixed-race families within the Dragon Kingdom.
"Chen Motong's Chen family?" Caesar asked, taking two steps forward, taking the Cuban cigar, and smelling it.
Frost took a puff of his Cuban cigar and exhaled a wisp of smoke. "Yes, you should also help the Chen family. After all, in the near future, the Chen family will be your fiancée's dowry."
“That kind of benefit is too delayed, it’s not like your usual style.” Caesar rolled his eyes at Frost, staring at him with an interrogative gaze. “What kind of bargaining chips did the Chen family offer you?”
“One-third of the trading ports along the coast of the Dragon Kingdom!” Frost replied, his eyebrows twitching with pride, as if he had accomplished a remarkable feat.
Caesar instantly understood; he knew the Gattuso family was not short of money.
However, money follows a certain rule.
"The Matthew effect: Let the rich get richer and the poor get poorer."
—The Old Testament of the Bible
For families like Gattuso's, expansion is an unstoppable process of plundering and exploiting.
But what is alarming is that families like theirs plunder other countries.
It's not that they stopped plundering the lower and middle classes; it's that they had nothing left to plunder.
On the white bones, not even tendons could be found, so the treatment of the lower and middle classes hit rock bottom and rebounded, resulting in the emergence of so-called social welfare mechanisms that provided some basic living security.
Unlike most of the weak and incompetent families in the Dragon Kingdom, who only dare to nibble away at the lower and middle classes and fawn over foreign powers.
"Frost said that the Chen family was willing to give up one-third of the coastal trading ports."
In reality, it might be one-half, or even two-thirds. I don't know exactly how much was embezzled; I need to investigate further.
Even a powerful family like the Gattuso's, though beheaded from the outside, remains stubbornly intact; only when it rots away from within will it finally collapse.
Caesar thought to himself as he stared into Frost's eyes at this old man who had stolen the power of his father and his future self.
Caesar had no solution for the time being.
After a long silence, Caesar slightly opened his mouth, revealing fine, even white teeth. "I'm going to the Dragon Kingdom!"
After Caesar finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door, behind him coming the sound of Frost's cunning laughter:
"Great! I've already booked your plane ticket, you can just go straight to the airport."
Caesar clenched his fists instantly, gritted his teeth, and veins bulged on his forehead!
Frost, just as if he had promised Caesar to go to the Dragon Kingdom, called him to his office simply to inform him.
It was as if Caesar himself was following a pre-planned route, step by step.
In the corridor, Caesar's leather shoes clicked on the ivory floor of Rome, each footstep striking a chord in his soul.
I want to escape, but I can't.
In the Gattuso family, he felt like a food bag wrapped in spider silk on a spider web.
Originally, he planned to stay at Kassel College for four years after enrolling and turn it into his own private garden. However, now the "Sword Dragon Slayer" is enjoying immense prestige at Kassel College.
They're not so easily fooled by the Gattuso family's wealth and the student council president's position alone.
Caesar looked up at the distant sky, gazing into the future, "This trip to the Dragon Kingdom will surely make my name, Caesar Gattuso, known far and wide!"
Let's turn things upside down!
Who can stop me?
A bear roar echoed from the Arctic, as if responding to Caesar…