New York. Corleone Estate.
The old godfather was listening to the report from his advisors and godson, Tom about the gang's business operations.
After hearing the report, the old godfather suddenly remembered something and asked, "How are Michael's televisions selling now?"
Tom was slightly taken aback.
"I looked into it. They sell a dozen or so units each day."
The old godfather smacked his lips. "The production line produces 120 units a day, but they can only sell a dozen each day. At this rate, a lot of products will pile up, tying up a large amount of capital, and he won't be able to sustain it for long."
At this moment, the phone on the table rang.
Tom looked at the old godfather, picked up the receiver, and said, "This is the Corleone residence. Who's calling?"
"Hello, this is Jon Hardy. I hope to speak with Mr. Vito Corleone," Hardy said.
