Chapter 15: A United and Harmonious Gang Meeting
Donald’s core demand boiled down to a single word—diminish the clans, centralize power!
On this front, the history of some ancient Eastern empire offered countless precedents.
But considering Donald’s intellect, such complex maneuvers might be beyond him. So, Logan selected the loyal and steadfast Song Taizu, the classic figure beside whose bed the famous “Banquet of Wine to Relinquish Military Power” was held.
After hearing this, Donald gave a kindergarten-level interpretation: “So, you mean, invite the little brothers for a drink, shed a few tears, and then force them to hand over their power?”
Richard rolled his eyes. “That’s just the formality!”
“Logan means you can use both carrot and stick, coercing them on the promise of safeguarding the interests of the other families, thereby compelling them to surrender authority!”
“That’s a good idea. It won’t completely tear us apart, nor will it seriously harm the Irish gang’s vitality. I think it’s workable.”
Donald nodded thoughtfully, though it was unclear if he truly understood.
Logan pressed on: “After you have reclaimed military power—uh, the authority—then what?”
“After?” Donald’s eyes were crystal clear.
What else? Under his leadership, they would sell liquor like mad and expand territory.
Logan sighed, “I knew it.”
“I mean, how do you plan to organize and manage the entire Irish gang?”
From Logan’s perspective, the Irish gang—or the mafia—were no different from a bunch of rowdy thugs constantly shouting about fighting and killing.
Before Prohibition, American police regarded them as “insignificant Irish and Italian ruffians,” petty criminals living off protection rackets and small-time robberies.
Prohibition gave these “ruffians” a chance to become bona fide “Godfathers.”
Among them, the Italians undoubtedly did it better.
Historically, the mafia’s lasting legacy came from seizing the opportunity to organize a tightly knit management structure, extending their reach into other industries.
The Irish gang never quite measured up. Logan hadn’t even heard of Donald; presumably, he was far inferior to Al Capone.
Having just experienced turning a makeshift troupe into a formal newspaper, Richard immediately understood. “Exactly, you need to establish a strict hierarchy and implement top-down management.”
Logan elaborated, “You can build a strictly pyramidal gang based on family ties.”
“The core leadership should consist of O’Connor family members and your trusted lieutenants. Below them, divide business and territories by levels, with different captains leading their crews. They compete and check each other through profit sharing to maintain the gang’s stability.”
Logan had watched plenty of gangster films. Though movies exaggerate, they are rooted in reality.
The “successful” models proven by the Italians and even the Japanese were no nonsense.
This industry is unique, built on deep trust, so Logan didn’t suggest Donald mess around.
Donald, who had served in the army during World War I and reached the rank of sergeant, finally grasped the idea.
Currently, whether the O’Connor family or other clans, they simply shout “Follow me!” and hand over business to whoever they favor, with no evaluation mechanism.
Logan wanted him to develop the gang into a military-like disciplined force.
“That makes sense. Very sensible!”
Donald eagerly nodded. “You’re right. This chaotic mess really needs change.”
Referencing military organization, Donald considered, “We must establish indisputable iron rules—gang regulations.”
“The O’Connor family already had some rules: respect family, no infighting, no unauthorized robbery...”
“But that’s not systematic. At minimum, I’ll add no leaking of gang secrets, no embezzlement... And most importantly, anyone betraying the Irish gang deserves a horrible death.”
Richard slapped his thigh vigorously. “Exactly! You also need professional support! An intelligence division responsible for gathering information.”
Logan was surprised.
Indeed, having an intelligence unit within a gang was no joke.
It was said Al Capone historically had a network of informants serving the mafia: unremarkable yet indispensable professions in Chicago—madams of brothels, bartenders, hotel staff, doormen, taxi drivers, even beggars...
This organization’s swift, ruthless, and precise elimination of rivals was key to his success.
Rumor had it that American intelligence agencies like the CIA and FBI once studied this network. Logan wasn’t sure of the truth, but Richard’s insight left him thinking, “It really takes one to know one.”
Logan immediately agreed, “Richard is right!”
“Besides intelligence, you’d better hire experienced legal and financial advisors to handle the gang’s legal and fiscal affairs.”
“That won’t just help you launder income smoothly; it’ll also connect you with powerful backers. Honestly, this will determine how far the Irish gang can go in America!”
Richard glanced sideways at Logan, thinking, “You’d be wasted not in the underworld with that crafty mind of yours!”
He added, “One more thing you can’t forget—constant brainwashing of your members!”
He grew animated, gesturing as if sketching an invisible blueprint.
“When they join the gang, they must swear allegiance. After joining, brainwashing never stops—until they hold you in such high esteem that they willingly die for you!”
Logan’s mouth hung slightly open.
He glanced at Richard repeatedly, thinking, “It’s a shame you don’t join the gang—you’d be perfect with your ruthless cunning.”
As for Donald...
Donald raised a trembling hand and rubbed his throbbing temples.
He was utterly dumbfounded.
He kept asking himself: Am I really organizing and managing a gang and not a nation? Surely not?
Hell, even the military isn’t this twisted!
You two really should be in the federal government—what a waste of talent!
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