Chapter 32 Wang Chen - 3

Wang Chen - 3 The black file was now in Harrison Quinn's hands.He was a lawyer from New York and lived in a suite at the Beach Hotel with his assistant, Thomas McGreevy. Both are in Las Vegas for the first time.They're not used to dealing with rogues, but they're not particularly afraid of it either.As commercial lawyers, they have a reputation for being aggressive enough to intimidate opponents, for their penchant for well-packed documents, and for their indomitable tenacity in defending their clients' interests when necessary. The dossier that had just been handed to them satisfied them very much.The papers were so well prepared that they went through them critically and could not find a single fault.This Riernay was obviously very knowledgeable, although it was not apparent on the surface: he spoke in a flustered manner, almost out of breath, dressed like a page for a Sunday funeral.When Lierne came to invite them to do something, he really didn't make a good impression on them.They almost turned him down, although he offered a handsome sum.Lierne said at the time: "The clients I represent are not thieves. They are respected people. You can rest assured. You might as well call David Fellowes of Hunter Manhattan Bank. Please call now." ' they asked.Fellows laughed and replied: Yes, he knows Lierne's clients, yes, he is willing to guarantee them in every way, no, he cannot disclose their names, it is true that Quinn and McGonagall Levy has always had an outstanding reputation, but he can rest assured to accept the offer from Lierne and his client, and he will definitely not regret it in the future...

Quinn opened the black file.Inside were two typewritten documents, neither signed nor on paper with the company name on them.Read both documents.He shuddered, and without saying a word, handed the paper to McGreevy.Quinn then turned to look more closely at the young man with stainless-steel rimmed glasses sitting behind him.Ques learned three things in all about the young man from Lierne: "His name is Baker; he is one of my assistants; and he represents me. Please do exactly what he asks of you in my name." It was this young man who had discreetly handed him the black dossier a few minutes earlier.

McGreevy has also read the contents of the dossier now, and remains calm.Quinn noticed, however, that his hands were shaking slightly.It was eight twenty-nine in the morning on September 16, 1957. Ron slowly looked around the room at the Beach Hotel, where the meeting was about to take place. He said loudly: "I see, everyone is here." Some of the people participating in the talks hummed, and some nodded in answer.There are fourteen people here.Quinn had McGreevy sit on his right hand.Two assistants and the young Baker sat behind him.There was the dreaded Abby Levine, flanked by less conspicuous figures: Infart, who represented several unions, and a lawyer named O'Connor. s.Opposite Levine sat five men: Manny Morgan and Saul Mayer, the official owners and licensees of the two casinos; Joe Manacachi, the casino manager; consultant.

Quinn looked at Levin and said, "Mr. Levin, can you talk about it?" "You made an offer," Levine replied, "you'd better say it first." His black eyes stretched far out at the corners, giving them a hard, unfathomable gaze, a figure Quin had known for a long time.It has even been said that Levine is the plenipotentiary ambassador of the crime syndicate to the union (provided, of course, that the syndicate exists).According to the same source, Levine is both the former deputy head of the "old guys" like the Genoa Gang and a new powerful figure who can gather the younger generation of Gallo and Persico.None of this destroyed the strong friendship between him and Meyer Lansky.And, despite these intriguing connections, he himself has never been arraigned by any level of court in the past two decades.Quinn looks at Morgan and Mayer.

"You two are the owners of two casinos, one on Stripe Avenue and the other a little further back. The average stakes at the first are about $420,000. Yours is much less, Mr. Morgan. : $340,000. I’m talking one-day numbers.” "Where did you get this information?" Morgan asked angrily. "The numbers are exact," McGreevy said calmly. "Besides, that's not the point." "So what do you say is the key?" "The point is that you have a lot of problems right now," Quinn said. "And, in the near future, you will face many problems."

"In the very, very near future," McGreevy said with a broad smile. "At that point you're going to have to sell the casino," Quinn said. "To our client," McGreevy said more explicitly. "There's no question of that at all, we don't want to sell anything," Mayer said.Morgan's eyes were on the two lawyers from New York, but Mayer's was on Abby Levine. Quith thought: So Mayer already knew that he was smarter than Morgan. "Mr. Meyer," said Quess, "Baohao has encountered many problems in its operation. The Gambling Inspectorate has found cheating in your casino seven times in the last four months; you have been fined once. $120,000. Tomorrow, in the next few days anyway, you will be fined two or three times, possibly as high as $500,000."

"We did what we paid for," Mayer said. "We'll talk about that later, Mr. Mayer," said McGreevy, smiling more and more. "As for you, Mr. Morgan, you're no worse off than your partner—well, I'm sorry—and Not much better than your peers." "And you're obviously facing trouble with the Gambling Inspectorate," Quinn said. "You're less of a problem here, though," McGreevy said, as if to reassure him: Don't worry. "For you," Quinn said, "the serious problem comes from the Internal Revenue Service."

McGreevy interjected: "The Internal Revenue Service has material that can prove that the income you reported does not match the actual income." "Hiding income," Quinn said. "Aside from that," McGreevy said, "there's one more thing, the Nevada State Government . . . " "...through the Gambling Inspectorate..." Quess said. "...going to do a general cleanup of all the casinos..." McGreevery said. "...start with the ones with a bad reputation," Quess said. "I demand an explanation in the name of God. What are you doing?" Morgan cried. "What are you accusing us of? Besides, what qualifications do you have to accuse us? We are here at the invitation of our friend Abby Levine..."

He continues to protest.Then someone lightly touched Quinn's elbow.Without looking back, he took a folded note and opened it on his knees, only to see three little nuns crowded tightly together on the note, "Quick, showdown." "Let's not waste any more time," Quith said. "Mr. Mayer, just now you said that fines can be paid, didn't you? With what money? Do you still have money in your cash receipt register? Mr. Mayer, I have some here that are not right for you. Wonderful news. May I, Mr. Lavin?" "Hmm!" Levin said, but his expression was very indifferent.

"Long ago Mayer," McGreevy said, "the money you used to build and furnish your casino..." "Mr. Morgan too," said Quinn. "...mainly loans provided by the financial departments of some trade unions. Mr. Levine and Mr. Moffat here are representatives of these unions. Am I right, Mr. Levin?" "Yes," Levine replied. "Now," said Quinn, "your creditors have their own problems." "It's easy to borrow, but hard to get back," Levine said. "The market is not good." "Additionally, the federal government, whether justified or not, is concerned about trade unions financially sponsoring the gambling industry..."

"...especially when they think the operator..." "...and whether it makes sense..." Ques said. “…when the operator is considered to have a bad reputation,” McGreevy said. "In short," said Quin, "Mr. Meyer, Mr. Morgan, your creditors will send you notices for payment shortly. Mr. Morgan, the approximate amount due from you is 1,483,620 Twelve dollars and fifty-three cents, including interest. Mr. Mayer, you owe about two, one million and ninety-four thousand, five hundred and seventy-one dollars, including interest." "We've got friends," Morgan said, eyes blazing with hatred. "So, let's talk about these friends," McGreevy said with a smile. He took a sheet from the black file, and Quinn took another. "Frederick Morgan, born in New York, March 14, 1912. Served two years for armed robbery. Sentenced to ten years for murder of Charlie Basel, August 11, 1939 Two years..." "I'm not Frederick Morgan." "You and he are brothers. Seven years ago the Keverwell Council accused you of accepting not only money from Frederick Morgan, but also from two others, and the Keverwell Council found that most of their income came from a Main business: prostitution." "They proved nothing. I was never charged. They never found me guilty." "If they did that, you'd never get a license to operate a casino. But we have evidence that the Keverwell Commission couldn't produce, Mr Morgan. In the name of Frank Graebenher at the Royal The account opened by the leader of the bank, the account number is 165746K. Shall I read the date and amount of the previous deposits? I believe that the investigators of the U.S. Senate will be very happy to know this..." "Mr. Mayer," said Quinn, "I think it's your turn..." "I'm not done yet," McGreevy said. "I've got a lot to tell Mr. Morgan. There's a woman named Leslie Murrow who was found dead in--" "I think Mr. Morgan understands now," said Quinn calmly. "Mr. Mayer!" He started to read the second material. "According to the above, you had a close relationship with a John Mandelis in Los Angeles, and with Joe Bagner and Mike Levy. You were almost charged with murder, and May also Mr. Siegel. If it weren't for a man named Eddie Sage to testify, the police in California would no doubt have looked into what you were doing when Mr. Siegel died; the late Mr. Siegel in Las Vegas The famous founder of the Flamingo Hotel and Casino. Shall I go on, Mr. Mayer?" "May I have a look at this paper?" "of course can." Mayer read the typewritten material from cover to cover, and it was all about him.He put the paper in front of Quinn calmly, and asked in a calm tone: "Who did you entrust?" "A man named Henry Chance," said Quinn. "He has a more reliable reputation than the late Mr. Siegel. Not only that, but he has a lot of experience in running casinos. The Gambling Inspectorate will certainly issue him the necessary licenses." "What price does he offer?" "He'll pay the fine, settle your debt, and pay you another $6,975,000, in cash." "As for you, Mr. Morgan," said McGreevy, "the conditions happen to be the same: a write-off of the debt, repayment of the arrears on your behalf, and an additional payment of $5,210,000." "Cash," Quinn said. "It's a pretty fair price," McGreevy said. "You know that too," Ques said. "Of course, you have a certain amount of time to study our proposal." "You can also consult with others, let's say, with your friends in Los Angeles," Quinn said. "These papers have their names, addresses, and the amount of shares they hold in Baohao. Shall we read it to you?" "No need," Mayer said. "You've been given a two-hour time limit," Quess said. At 10:44, the first documents were signed.It was a little behind schedule because Morgan was stalling things, and his counter-offer of $5.5 million was rejected.Mayer and Morgan left with their entourage, and the assistants didn't even have a chance to say a word. "Now let's talk about our business, Mr. Levine," Ques said. McGreevy took the document handed to him by his assistant and read it again.The terms of the agreement were that the unions, officially represented by Moffat, would recover all the money owed to the two casino-hotels of Manny Morgan and Saul Mayer. Separately, the aforementioned unions will join forces with Henry Chance to form a steering committee to oversee the two casinos and hotels.The committee will also provide the casino with all technical equipment and food. For this reason, the Preparatory Steering Committee will sign contracts with several companies that have already been drafted, the most important of which is Yawa Foods Corporation. After these documents were signed one by one, Levine, Qifat, and O'Connors left. At this moment, Quinn turned to the young man whose eyes were covered by tinted glasses with stainless steel rims. "Do you think it was absolutely necessary to bother me with that note?" "I'm really sorry," replied the young man, rather timidly, "I was only doing what M. Liernet told me." At two o'clock in the afternoon on September 16th, the red dossier was delivered to Steve Lapassky, who was staying in a suite at the Desert Hotel. The contents of the dossier did not surprise the lawyer.Beforehand, Mo Abramovich had been to Palaski's office in Detroit. As soon as he began to explain what his "client" wanted Palaski to do, the Detroit lawyer understood that What's brewing is this amalgamation of two gangs of super criminals.They are not ordinary criminals, but another kind of criminals who do not show their faces. Senators, politicians in Washington and abroad are all included in their bribes. The red dossier contains only one sheet of paper, from which he learns that within two hours a man with a shady past will appear before him whom Palaski must persuade to sell his casino.The man has not even been charged as officials have yet to intervene, but this succinct typescript suggests he has been implicated in several scams.The material mentioned the specific name, date and amount, enough for him to sue for 20 years. What surprised Palaski most was the tone of the material.It didn't look like a super-criminal, he thought, and in its approach, the material looked more like it came from the Federal Bureau of Economic Intelligence, or the OSS (with whom Palaski had worked during the war), or the FBI.It may even be the work of a large private detective organization run by ex-intelligence personnel. As for the buyer, Andrew S. Cole, Paraski was sure he was using an alias. The only person he was neither suspicious nor interested in was the tall young man in the stainless steel-rimmed glasses who brought him the red file.This person is just a messenger sent by Abramovich, and he doesn't look particularly shrewd and capable.The final result of the matter, together with the very handsome remuneration, satisfied Palaski to the utmost satisfaction.The transaction was a complete success, and the casino changed hands without much effort.According to Abramovich's instructions, Palaski spread out the materials in the red file to the original casino owner.Threats from the formidable Gambling Inspectorate and federal authorities, coupled with the sudden loss of support from Levin and another union chief, Maggio, quickly succumbed. The Red Dossier fulfills its mission brilliantly. The green dossier serves the same purpose. It went to Kim Foyce, a lawyer from Philadelphia.Interesting fact: Foysey himself was a gambler, specifically poker.At the poker table he liked to use capital punishment--metaphorically, of course--that is, the gambler went over the limit and killed his opponent to death.Foyce was a man without mercy, at least in this respect: "If you lose, you pay; or you don't play." In early July, two and a half months earlier, he had been contacted by a colleague from New York, Philip Vandenberg.They have known each other since they were students at Harvard University.He disliked his old schoolmate, whose enthusiasm was like an iceberg in its heyday, but admired Vandenberg's productivity.Foysey weighed the situation as carefully as he analyzes his own hand at poker.He found himself with three good cards: First, a tripartite investigation by the Internal Revenue Service, the FBI, and the Narcotics Administration was imminent for this "possible seller," and they unanimously determined that First, the ins and outs of the money from drug trafficking are related to this casino and hotel; second, the unions that have always been the financial backer of the casino in the past have suddenly changed their ways and seem determined to get out of this enterprise (they are even preparing to use another form of recouping their investment, that is, the formation of a consulting and supply committee in partnership with several companies run by a member of the Gozchenak family), and thirdly, the price offered by the buyer - $8,665,000 (Non-negotiable) - Fair enough for a business of that size. He came to Las Vegas and met the potential seller (who was initially in the dark about what he had to sell).So Foyce immediately realized that he had two more good cards in his hand. One is that casino employees have threatened to strike.It was a bit of a veil, but it was no bluff, as was made clear by a man named Abby Levine, who and a man named Kramer represented the union.The strike will force the owner out of business for several weeks, pushing him to the brink of bankruptcy. If he continues to operate, the casino will not be profitable. However, when he took out the casino and renovated it with a loan, he still has to pay the interest anyway. pay. The second is the green file. There was evidence, at least strong circumstantial evidence, that the would-be seller had done something to tamper with bank accounts or something. The cards were more than enough to outwit opponents and make would-be buyer Marjan Gozchenak the official owner. Kim Foyce was perhaps the only one who had any doubts about the young man with the stainless steel-rimmed glasses. He looked at the tall and thin young man with the eyes of a poker veteran.The young man was almost silent all the time, and never took off his sunglasses in his presence. The young man sat at the negotiating table as Abby Levin's assistant and called himself Berkovich.He had given Foysey the green volume.The Philadelphia attorney felt purely intuitive that the man seemed to be hiding his true colors.He spoke of his suspicions to Philip Vandenberg, who shrugged his shoulders dryly. "I don't know any Berkovich." "He's on Levine's team, but I can swear he's not just an assistant to Levine. I have a feeling this guy has a different background." "Then why don't you ask Levin himself?" "That's ridiculous." Simon Gorzchenak was assassinated by Finnegan in 1950.All five of his children, from the youngest Ernie, were under the care of Reb Klimrod.Reber paid for Ernie's tuition and later appointed him as general manager of Yava.If Reb Klimrod had friends, it was the Gotzchenaks, who, though not royal subjects (with the exception of Ernie, of course), were always loyal to him. He never forgets to give back to those who have helped him in any way. Marian Gorzchenak's role in this operation was that of a nominal proprietor, like Henry Chance, the prince in charge of the casino industry.Same goes for Andrew Kerr and Roger Dunne.Cole and Dunn participated in the fourth operation, the White File, and joined forces with Chance. Of the four dossiers Diego had seen, only the last remained: the white one.The two lawyers who made use of this file, Moses Burth and Louis Benetti, compared to Ques and McGreevy, and compared to Palaski (of course they did not know that there were other people besides themselves), They had taken advantage of the fact that they knew that the intermediary who had advised them to take the matter two months earlier was a Romanian Jew named Benny Belkovic. Bourne and Benetti were relatively unaware of doing this kind of thing because they also knew Abby Levine, and they had represented him in dry cleaning a few times in the past.They knew that Levine had investments in several big communications and broadcasting businesses. They even knew whose interests they were defending in Las Vegas. In other words, the names of the buyers of the two casinos were no strangers to them.This man is Roger Dunne, a publisher and printing owner in New York. In the past six or seven years, he has made a fortune by founding a number of foreign-language newspapers, which are quite suitable for the needs of immigrants who have recently come to the United States.For a while, this Dunne expanded his business, buying several radio and television stations, and publishing several magazines.It should come as no surprise that he now wants to expand his portfolio into the gambling industry by buying two casinos.Not to mention Abby Levine to help him.During the negotiations with the "unwilling vendor," Levine was accompanied by two other union chiefs, Guarda and Ball, and his influence was just right. It was also not unusual to have Dunn's brother Jack in the room.He was tall, awkward, and unremarkable, with a flaxen mustache the same color as his hair, and a pair of thick glasses on the bridge of his nose. "I want my brother to stay here too," Dunn said, a little sheepishly. "You can think of him as an assistant to me. He's a nice lad, but I can't get him interested in my business. He doesn't care about anything but girls and cars. Sit here and listen. Listening to such a negotiation may arouse his interest. Who made him my brother? Also, he will give you a white file. I suggest you take a look, which will help you convince your opponents in the negotiation .” In a suite Dunne rented at the Dunes Hotel, Benetti and Byrne closed the deal without a hitch.The only thing that puzzled the two lawyers from Chicago was that the meeting was scheduled for three o'clock in the morning on September 17, 1957. "It's all my fault," Duns said. "I have a couple of dates in New York that I can't put off and I can't make it to Las Vegas until midnight at the earliest. If I can't make it on time, you guys start first. Anyway, I have my stupid big little brother there!" For Byrne and Benetti, this is irrelevant.They knew in advance how much they were going to be paid, and they didn't care about when they started working, whether it was day or night, or whether they had "silly big little brothers" to bother them.For the money, they could even have one of Dunn's dogs be there, if the publisher insisted. Later, the white dossier arrived.Truth be told, when Bourne read the dossier to what Dunn called his "negotiator," he felt like he was killing people, because the effect was utterly devastating. "We couldn't have done a better job with guns," he later told Dunne. Byrne, Benetti, and union representatives signed several agreements to end their raids, as did Quest and McGreevy on the morning of the 16th, when Steve What Palaski had done on the afternoon of the sixteenth and what Kim Foysey had done on the evening of the sixteenth.The agreement stipulates that four planning and steering committees will be established, and another four committees will be established to be responsible for supplying everything needed by the casinos that have just been bought. In this way, the lawyers divided into four groups are convinced that they are the only ones who come to Las Vegas to handle this transaction. Levine acts as a middleman in the second period every time.However, he changed four hotels within 21 hours. At the same time, he was also a partner in four changes, and the head of the trade union who appeared next to him was different each time. So it was only Levin who noticed that the young man with the glasses was present at every meeting.Levine almost never spoke to him, except once when he called himself Berkovich and acted as Levine's assistant.That time, Levine asked the young man to buy him a pack of cigarettes, and "Berkovich" obliged.So Abby Levine was the first person other than Leiber herself to fully appreciate the magnitude of the operation.From 8:30 am on September 16 to 5:30 am on September 17, in just 21 hours, six casinos changed owners. Each of these casinos is attached to a certain hotel, the smallest of which has four hundred rooms and three restaurants. Reb Klimrod's total investment in the St. Valentine's Day massacre in Las Vegas was $36.24 million. The proceeds of the two in Puerto Rico, the two in the Bahamas, and the later additions in Atlantic City also included in the total income of the industry run by Henry Chance. Two hotel systems and three motel systems then run by Ethel Court spread across the United States, Canada, the Caribbean, South America, Europe and elsewhere.Not counting the income from this channel, the income from the fief of Henry Chance alone is estimated to reach 800,000 to 2 million U.S. dollars (not deducting taxes).Here are the numbers for every day!