In a room filled with henchmen donned in black suits, laughter, and conversation permeated the air, intermingling with the smoke swirling around. Strippers performed their duties as everyone stood and hushed slightly upon the entrance of the mafia boss leader, known as "Godfather."
"Everyone, everyone, no need to be scared in this family-filled room. Feel free to engage in activities that fall under our rules. Now, everyone, return to your businesses," Godfather proclaimed.
As the crowd dispersed, Godfather made his way to a secluded room where another mafia boss awaited.
With a sigh of relief, Godfather expressed, "I can see our business status is on the rise, generating high profits, and our goods are being exported without any issues. However, I haven't received a call from the Americans regarding the goods exported yesterday," frustration evident on his face as he slammed the table.
Speaking with a quaver, a subordinate informed, "Boss, the goods were seized by the police. It's unfortunate..."
Without hesitation, Godfather drew a gun from his pants and instantly shot the man in the head, inducing fear among onlookers. He holstered his weapon, folded his hands, and addressed the room with a stern expression, stating, "We have only two rules here. First, if we get caught, inform me immediately. Second, if our goods are taken by someone not in our employ, you're dead. Do you hear me?"
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A unanimous response of "Yes, boss" echoed through the room.
"Tell me, how many were taken?"
As fear spread, Godfather banged the table, demanding answers. A trembling subordinate eventually stammered, "We lost about a hundred goods, costing us 10 million."
In response, Godfather shot the man in the shoulder, glared at the room's occupants, and warned, "I hate it when questions go unanswered. We have 50 goods to be exported to Canada,lose these goods, and you'll lose your entire family, witnessing their torment and death. Do you all understand?"
Again, the crowd affirmed, "Yes, boss."
"Good. Now, everyone, leave this room and have some henchmen dispose of this lifeless body."
As the room emptied, Godfather called Tony to stay behind for a private conversation.
"Our friendship began in high school, and I never imagined we'd reach a point where we could work together," Godfather reminisced.
"True, true," Tony concurred.
Seated, Godfather continued, "I trust you. We've worked together for years, and you've never made a mistake."
"That's right."
"I want you to export Canada's goods tomorrow. Provide me with all the information before and after the export. If there's a problem, inform me promptly, or you know the consequences."
"Exporting tomorrow is impossible; we haven't finished producing them. It will take us three market days."
"Don't worry about that; my man will handle it. If you need anything, just call me, and the solution will be there."
"Okay."
"Do not disappoint me, or I'll disappoint you," Godfather warned.
With that, they both left the room.