The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

The reception room at Brooklyn Prison served as a transition zone between the office area and the prison itself.

Due to its transitional nature, it was situated relatively close to the prison area. After passing through the iron gate

and walking down a corridor for a few dozen meters, one would find the reception rooms on either side.

However, Brooklyn Prison boasted three tiers of reception rooms. The standard reception room was a shared space

for all inmates. It typically accommodated ten to twenty reception tables where prisoners could meet with their

family members or lawyers. These encounters took place amidst a backdrop of constant supervision by both fellow

prisoners and guards, prohibiting physical contact or the exchange of items, which restricted the inmates’ freedom

to some extent.

Those with a slightly elevated status could access a more secluded private reception room. Such rooms were

isolated from other inmates and their visitors, with only one guard assigned for supervision, providing a greater

degree of freedom.

Furthermore, an exceptionally sophisticated reception room was available, furnished with not only sofas and a

television but also stocked with snacks and beverages. What set this room apart was its specially designed

soundproofing, devoid of any monitoring equipment. Meetings here were not subject to interference from prison

guards, and visitors could pass on certain items to the inmates after passing a security check. This room was

designed for couples to engage in intimate activities, offering complete privacy.

The warden, whenever he met with Gustavo, always chose this elite reception room to ensure absolute privacy.

As Charlie and Gustavo approached the door of the reception room, they could sense someone inside. The prison

guard opened the door, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in a suit, sporting gold-rimmed glasses, who exuded

an air of elegance, perfectly fitting the image of an American aristocrat. He was seated on the sofa with a cigar in

hand.

Upon Gustavo’s entrance, the man rose swiftly and greeted him with a gentlemanly smile, saying, “Mr. Sanchez,

please come in.”

Gustavo entered, and the prison guard outside firmly shut the door.

The man, Bruce Weinstein, turned his attention to Charlie, standing beside Gustavo, and offered a welcoming smile,

“This must be Mr. Sanchez’s friend, correct? Hello, my name is Bruce Weinstein, and I am the Warden of Brooklyn

Prison.”

Jagoan reciprocated the smile and introduced himself, “Hello, Mr. Warden, I’m an old friend of Mr. Sanchez. My

surname is Jagoan, and I’m here due to illegal immigration. Please take good care of me during my stay.”

Bruce Weinstein replied amiably, “Illegal immigration is not a significant issue. I don’t believe Mr. Jagoan will be with

us for long. Rest assured, as long as you’re a friend of Mr. Sanchez, you’re considered a distinguished guest at our

Brooklyn Prison for however long you’re here. I’ll instruct my staff to provide you with all the necessary care. If you

have any requirements, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

Gustavo chimed in, “I mustn’t hide this from you, Bruce, but Mr. Jagoan has come to establish a future

acquaintance with you. If there are any needs, you must ensure he’s well taken care of here.”

Bruce Weinstein smiled warmly and said, “For such a minor matter, Mr. Sanchez, you need not have gone through

the trouble of visiting me.”

Gustavo replied with a smile, “To make friends, one must meet first.”

As he continued, Gustavo added, “By the way, Bruce, my good friend here is an extraordinary miracle doctor. He

excels in treating various ailments. No matter what health issues you might have, he can provide assistance.”

Bruce Weinstein cast an inquisitive gaze toward Jagoan and inquired, “I had no idea that Mr. Jagoan was such a

young and talented medical professional. May I ask which medical school Mr. Jagoan graduated from?”

Jagoan waved his hand dismissively and said, “I’m not a scholar. I’ve been studying acupuncture, a family tradition,

since childhood. I specialize in addressing men’s health issues. Insufficient vitality, lack of hardness, limited

endurance, or over-sensitivity—these are my areas of expertise.”

Bruce Weinstein couldn’t help but interject, “Men’s health issues?”

Jagoan maintained his composure and explained, “You might not be familiar with these matters, Mr. Warden. It’s

alarming when a man lacks virility, and it can be equally distressing if he’s excessively virile. Some circumstances in

this realm can be quite unique, and you’ll understand once you encounter them. Living with such conditions can be

extremely painful.”

Bruce Weinstein, at that moment, had the impression that Jagoan was merely a quack, peddling pseudo- science.

He found it implausible that someone of his intellectual and elite background would take an interest in such

matters. Thus, he responded in a somewhat perfunctory manner, saying, “I can only hope I never encounter such

peculiar circumstances, or else I might need Mr. Jagoan’s assistance.”

Jagoan nodded with a smile and concurred, “Indeed, I hope you never encounter them as well. However, if you

were to face such a situation, I’m afraid only I could provide a remedy.”

With both men discussing male capabilities, Gustavo raised an eyebrow and mentioned to Bruce Weinstein, “By the

way, Bruce, I’ve arranged two stunning Latin American beauties for you tonight. Both are over 5.8 feet tall, with

flawless figures. You’ll find them exceptional, especially in the leg and chest departments. I trust my arrangements

for tonight won’t disappoint you.”

Bruce Weinstein exhibited visible excitement and struggled to contain his enthusiasm as he replied, “Mr. Gustavo,

you are too kind. If even you praise these beauties so highly, they must indeed be top-notch. I

can hardly imagine being disappointed. This may turn out to be the happiest night of my life.”

To individuals who regarded women as their fate, such opportunities were indeed cherished.

The men exchanged glances and shared a knowing smile, leaving the matter at that.

During this exchange, Jagoan subtly channeled his reiki into Bruce Weinstein’s body. This reiki infusion wasn’t meant

to brainwash or suggest anything psychologically, nor was it intended to render him impotent. On the contrary,

Jagoan’s reiki would provide him with remarkable assistance in his upcoming activities. If one were to liken a man’s

performance to riding a bicycle, then no matter how powerful he might be, he would be incapable of achieving

motorcycle-like speeds by sheer effort alone.

At times, he might even reach a point where he could no longer pedal and had to resort to discreetly taking pills. It

was akin to a professional cyclist clandestinely attaching a micro-electric motor to his bicycle during a race,

achieving an advantage but not an overwhelming one.

Jagoan’s reiki infusion, on the other hand, was akin to installing a high-powered aerospace engine with tens of tons

of thrust onto Bruce Weinstein’s bicycle. Should the bicycle become uncontrollable and impossible to stop, it could

lead to fatal consequences.

Jagoan refrained from providing psychological suggestions, urging him to take Jagoan directly to his office or even

to the underground space beneath it, as Bruce Weinstein was a member of the Rothschild family—a highly sensitive

individual. His office was the sole entry and exit point to the underground space.

Even an individual as significant as Gustavo had never set foot in his office. Proposing such an idea via psychological

suggestion would surely raise suspicions.

Jagoan was intent on avoiding any undue attention, particularly from the Rothschild family.

In Jagoan’s view, the most prudent approach was to ensure that Bruce Weinstein harbored a colossal, unshareable

secret. In his time of desperation, Bruce would take the initiative to establish a discreet connection with Jagoan. This

way, Bruce would undertake all necessary precautions ahead of time, rendering him unobtrusive to others’ notice

when they met again.

Jagoan believed that once Bruce Weinstein initiated the encounter, it would be akin to pressing the start button on

the aerospace engine he had installed for him.

When that moment came, Bruce Weinstein would be in a state of desperation, and he would have no choice but to

seek Jagoan’s help.