"Have you chosen the address for your restaurant yet? Is it still in the East End?"
Schiller and Cobblepot were led into Falcone Estate by a waiter. As they walked, Schiller asked Cobblepot about his new restaurant.
"Yes, I've chosen the address. It's not far from the East End docks, at the Old Edward family's manor," Cobblepot replied.
"It seems you're quite ambitious," Schiller said with a smile.
"It's all thanks to the Godfather." Cobblepot lowered his gaze. "That place originally served the wealthy. I said I wanted to turn it into an ordinary restaurant where dockworkers could eat too, and he didn't object."
"That means he thinks highly of you."
Schiller looked ahead. Through the long corridor, he could already see the Godfather seated at the head of the dining table. Though some time had passed since they last met, he had not aged much. He still sat straight and looked full of vigor.
The two entered the dining room, and Schiller embraced Falcone. They truly had not seen each other in a long time.
After all, ever since Alberto had begun taking over the Falcone family business, he had barely had any spare time for classes. Only Evans still attended university regularly, but Schiller rarely tutored him alone anymore because his grades were excellent.
"God bless you, Professor. What have you been busy with lately?" Falcone asked.
"The usual things." Schiller took a cigar from the waiter, put it between his lips, and took a puff. "Preparing lessons, teaching, writing papers. Also, I became the tutor for two Wayne Family children, so I have to teach them as well."
Falcone accepted a cigar too. After taking a puff, he smiled and said, "I never expected Little Wayne to have children so early, but that's good. I'm looking forward