Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York

Manhattan's South Side.

In a high-rise apartment not far from the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

Mr. Bernard Madoff, who had not rested all night, packed up his belongings, walked out of the room, locked it, and prepared to go to work.

Yesterday, after meeting and chatting with David, he was in a state of mind. .In a state of hesitation and entanglement.

Last night, he didn't go home. Instead, he came to this temporary apartment to think quietly by himself. .David's proposal.

Downstairs of the apartment.

Mr. Madoff looked around and saw his driver parked his car not far away.

He walked to the car, opened the door, and got into the back seat.

The driver greeted him with a smile, picked up a briefcase from the passenger seat and handed it to Madoff.

"Sir, someone just sent this to you~"

"Say yes..Give me back the bag you lost last night~"

Mr. Madoff frowned and said nothing. He took the briefcase, paused for a moment, and said to the driver: "Let's go to the company~"

"ok~"

Madoff sat quietly in the back seat. After the driver started the car, he slowly reached out and opened the briefcase.

What came into view was a large yellow paper bag with a white envelope next to it.

There were some words written on the surface of the envelope. Madoff glanced at the driver and looked through the white envelope in his briefcase.

"Mr. Madoff personally approves!"

Opening the envelope, there was a smaller white envelope and a piece of letter paper inside.

Madoff opened the letter first: "You are at a securities consulting firm on the 885th floor of [-] Third Avenue. There is only one office? Isn't it too shabby? Haha~"

"All of your information has been returned to you~"

"Do you remember who you met alone yesterday? He will still be waiting for you in that conference room today~"

Signature: Give the small envelope to the person you want to see, and don’t peek!

Mr. Bernard Madoff felt his hands begin to tremble, his legs became numb, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. .

With trembling hands, he opened the yellow paper bag in his bag and took a few glances. .

That's right!

It was related customer business consulting information from his deceptive investment fund company, as well as some important transaction retention materials and contracts. .

They were originally locked in the company safe by Madoff. .

"Hush~huh~"

Madoff put down the yellow paper bag, glanced at the driver pretending to be casual, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked at the picture again. .Contents on the letter paper.

Found some of the above. .The point!

yesterday. .Meet. .meeting room. .wait. .

This is what is said above. .David?

fxxx! ! !

Madoff was shocked by this shocking discovery and couldn't hold it back for a while. .He whispered a curse word in a low voice.

The driver glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror and asked tentatively: "Sir?"

"Hi~hu~it's okay~"

"Ahead...find a place and park on the street~"

"Good sir~"

The driver didn't look much, let alone ask.

After passing a traffic light, he found an empty space on the street, parked the car, turned off the engine, got out, walked to a position where Madoff could see him, took out a cigarette, lit it, and started puffing away with a leisurely expression.

Madoff wiped his hands on his pants a few times to make his sweaty and cold hands feel dry.

He opened the briefcase, looked inside and out, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there were only yellow paper bags and white envelopes. .

Then he continued to take out all the materials from the yellow paper bag and carefully inspected them one by one. After confirming twice that there were no problems, his hanging heart finally returned to its original position. .

The documents are complete and not damaged or lost~

Steal these. .The person who wrote the document did not tamper with it when returning it to Madoff. .

Madoff didn't understand. .Why would someone steal documents and then go and get him to see David?

Could it be. .This is David showing what he means with. .deterrence?

no~

No ~!

There's no way these documents could send Madoff to jail~

Only by further investigating, finding the offshore accounts where Madoff transferred funds, and finding detailed evidence such as transaction records, can we have enough evidence to send him in. .prison!

Madoff couldn't help but feel relaxed when he thought of this.

He organized the papers and put them all in his briefcase, leaning back and rubbing his forehead. .

Ten minutes later, after the driver put out his third cigarette, Madoff lowered the window and motioned for him to get in.

The driver got into the driving seat, started the car, looked ahead, and waited silently. .

"Let's... go to Wall Street!"

"Good sir~"

----

Wall Street.

Stanley conference room on the fourth floor.

Mr. Parker. .Gone~

David stood by the window, looking downstairs and across the street, where, as Mr. Parker said, a silver-gray truck was parked.

It must have been instructed by Mr. Parker to start and slowly move away. .

Bug~Huh?

Damn it. .High tech!

It turned out that he had only heard about the polar opposition in the world, and that under the Iron Curtain, intelligence agents, intelligence brokers, underground intelligence dealers, etc. among various countries used various means to obtain all kinds of useful information. .

David, who was staying safely in New York, the largest city in the United States, finally had a lesson from Mr. Parker. .The methods of intelligence officers~

No wonder Mr. Parker always has so many. .All kinds of first-hand information. .

An ancient tradition. .ha?

In order to make money, there will always be people who can be bribed. .Use various means to resell all kinds of information. .

So. .Information about him. .Will it become a leader in the intelligence market one day in the future? .What about the hot items?

Just now, David asked this question with some anxiety when Mr. Parker left. .

Mr. Parker felt funny and patted his shoulder and said: "Don't worry, you will have such a day...~"

Emm. . .

quilt. .Disdainful!

hehe~

Still, it's a good thing!

David walked back to his old position from the window, took out a few notebooks he brought from the apartment, threw them on the table, and let out a sigh of relief~

The news brought by Mr. Parker proved that his guess about the price fluctuations of oil and silver futures was right.

There is no reason for this period of history. .The president of the United States has changed, but nothing has changed.

Regarding the upcoming second oil crisis, David only told people that there would be turmoil in Iran, that the new government would overthrow the old government, and that oil exports would shrink or even stop production completely. .

He didn't dare to say it, and he didn't even dare to write it down in his notebook. .

In the next year, before the Iran-Iraq war breaks out, two wars will break out in Asia that will shock people's attention!

Europe.

Mr. Odis Parker has been around there for many years and is very familiar with some of the secret eavesdropping methods used by espionage personnel in various countries and in the intelligence market. .

He took out the bug in front of David today just to let David know the methods of these intelligence agents who have no moral bottom line. .

Over in Europe, these people have used all kinds of unimaginable means of stealing intelligence to some extreme~

Like Mr. Parker. .Top intelligence dealers can get information that the Hunter brothers have deliberately hidden from them. .It has fully explained a problem that David has always ignored!

New York is far away from the center of the storm of the Cold War.

But it was not as peaceful as David had imagined!

On the surface, Manhattan is a life of luxury and luxury.

Secretly, people with great powers from all sides are infiltrating this place. .

David looked up at the coffee cup that Mr. Parker had just used, a little dazed. .

He knew that this one looked nervous. .Information dealer~

The strength hidden behind it. .Maybe something David couldn't imagine. .

Maybe. .One day in the future, Mr. Parker will bring the black box that the President of the United States carries with him. .

He brought it to David and said with a smile: "Open it and take a look~ There will be a surprise~"

hehe~

David promises that he will not pee his pants in fear~

for sure!

----

Wall Street.

The front door of the famous investment bank Goldman Sachs.

Sam Rogers walked out of Goldman Sachs with a young man holding a small cardboard box.

On the street, Yuri Orlov was waiting with a newspaper. When he saw the two of them, he threw the newspaper into the car and stepped forward to take the young man's carton: "Hello~ I am Yuri Orlov. Love, you can call me Yuri~"

The young man glanced at Sam with a somewhat reserved face and said softly: "Hello~ I am Leon Hoffman~ Call me Leon~"

"Okay~Leon~I put the box in the car for you~"

Sam smiled on the side, put his arm around Leon's shoulders and said, "Let's walk a while to meet your future boss at Morgan Stanley~"

"Okay~" Leon responded with joy on his face as he looked at Sam.

Yuri threw Leon's suitcase into the back seat, locked the car, and caught up with Sam and Sam in a few steps.

As Sam walked, he chatted with the two of them.

Leon Hoffman, a 25-year-old German-American, graduated from the University of Pennsylvania with an MBA. He entered Goldman Sachs two years ago and stood out from 36 interns, becoming the only remaining newcomer at Goldman Sachs ~

Leon means lion in German.

Hofmann, which means in German. .Changgong~

At Goldman Sachs, there was a guy who knew German and gave the new little German-American a nickname: the lion who worked for Goldman Sachs. .

Later, when everyone worked with Leon and had more contact with him, they realized that this kid didn't look like a lion at all. .

He was so gentle with others. .To the point of meekness. .

He worked hard and worked hard. .It's almost like being used as a big animal. .

He is very honest and serious. .About to be deceived. .To the point where I can only eat one meal every two days. .

Yes, Leon is always the target of people’s teasing and teasing~

A proper office weakling~

To use Zhan Wuzha to describe him is a bit insulting to Zhan Wuzha's strength. .

So, nearly a year after Leon joined Goldman Sachs, he received a new, less honorable nickname: Little Mare. .

Sam and Leon have a close relationship, and the reason is very simple~

When Leon was a newcomer, only Sam was soft-hearted and saw that he was pitiful and sincerely gave him some help. .

In the subsequent work, Leon instinctively got close to Sam at Goldman Sachs and helped him a lot. .

Sam sometimes looked at Leon and thought. .

How did this kid get into working at Goldman Sachs with his weak looks?

This is unscientific~

Goldman Sachs is not a charity~!

As a result, during a job, Sam accidentally discovered that Leon boy was very good at collecting, classifying, summarizing and analyzing data. .Unparalleled amazing talent!

Leon can always sort out the numbers and data scattered among the messy documents and materials at a very fast speed, create a detailed and accurate statistical document, and mark it at the back that they all come from where. .

this. .It’s just a little bit too xx magical~

Last year, Sam found his immediate boss and asked him to help transfer Leon to his side, and the two became the best partners at work.

From then on, Leon wanted to find it. .Like the lost camel of the family, he has been working hard and uncomplainingly beside Sam.

Now, David asked Sam to form a small team. In Sam’s mind, Leon Hoffman was the first one to pop up automatically~

Mr. Little Mare. .

Sam felt. .He is really suitable to be David's assistant~

one. .A boss who doesn’t quite look like a boss, followed by an assistant who doesn’t quite look like an assistant. .

A picture of these two people walking together. .

tsk~

The corners of Sam's mouth couldn't help but slowly curl up. .

Based on Sam's understanding of Leon, if David is willing to accept Leon, give him this new job.

He told the boy to go east. .Leon will definitely keep heading east. .

If you encounter the Atlantic Ocean, you will jump into it and continue eastward. .Wait until you have crossed the Atlantic Ocean before continuing eastward. .

As long as David doesn't stop, Leon will definitely complete the feat of traveling around the world in his lifetime~!

. . .

In fact, everyone who knows Leon's character knows that this kid's IQ is absolutely amazing, he loves life, and everything he shows in the Goldman Sachs studio is all his. .True character and character. .

His character~

In some respects, it is an advantage, a big advantage~

It’s just that he hasn’t met anyone who can recognize him yet~

Sam thought David would like it. .Mr. Little Mare's!

hehe~

----

Stanley fourth floor.

David lay back in the chair, crossed his legs and rested them on the table, staring blankly at the ceiling. .

When he was just thinking wildly, he suddenly discovered a very fatal problem. .

Judging from the impression Mr. Odis Parker has left on him now. .

He who has always wanted to hide behind the scenes will definitely be noticed by interested people in the future. .

These people will conduct detailed investigations into all of David's past. .

The former David Coleman was not afraid of investigation~

He is just an ordinary American high school graduate, an honest, responsible, working-class young man who can still find a girlfriend and be her dog licker. .

Later, David came up with a lot of business ideas and made good friends such as Giles and Bloomer. He was not afraid of checking these.

Who said you can’t become a genius by accumulating accumulated experience?

cut~

David was afraid. .Some people may wonder where his fluent and authentic Mandarin comes from~

this. .

David has no way to explain it to others~

Once, even Chinese-Americans Zhang Wenbiao and Biao Ge expressed their admiration for David's Mandarin speaking when he drank too much. .

Nothing else. .Square characters are too difficult for foreigners to learn~

too. .Not friendly anymore~!

Could it be. .Do you want David to tell others that he is a genius in Mandarin? ?

Tsk~tsk~

or. .Find opportunities to walk around Chinatown more often and pretend. .consult?

or. .Just hire a Mandarin Chinese teacher to be the teacher. .Excuses, shields?

No way~

This is his xx~

David's Chinese Mandarin may be even better than that taught by an American teacher~

this. .What a waste of time to learn~

shield. . ?

Treat everyone as a fool?

Emm. . .

David feels that this problem needs to be resolved as soon as possible. .

I know he can speak Mandarin for now. .Not many people yet ~

As long as you can think of a good solution to this problem. .should. .Maybe. .It can probably still be solved!

. . .

"Clang~clang~clang~"

A knock on the door woke David up from his distracted state.

He retracted his legs, rubbed his face and said, "Please come in~"

Doorway.

Sam led Leon and Yuri in.

When David saw the newcomer, he stood up with a smile, stretched out his hand and said: "I am David Coleman!~"

Sam patted Leon on the back of the shoulder: "I'm a colleague at Goldman Sachs~"

Leon wiped his right hand on his suit nervously, bowed slightly, nodded and smiled at David: "I am Leon Hoffman~ You can call me Leon~"

"Haha~ok~Leon, please...sit over here~"

"Sam, you two can sit down wherever you want~ I just want to take a rest now~"

"Good~"

Sam pulled Leon to sit down, looked at David with questioning eyes, and gave a brief introduction to Leon's situation and work ability.

After a few minutes.

Curious, David pulled out one of the several folders on the table and handed it, paper and pen to Leon: "Use the shortest possible time to sort out all the data and information in this company information. "

“Also, you must clearly indicate their origin and comparison of before and after.”

"Finally...summarize what you know about the company information and give me some suggestions~"

"Of course, if you feel that there are problems with the data in these materials, you have to look for them~"

"do you understand?"

Leon nervously took the folder, opened it, glanced at it, nodded and said, "Understood, Mr. Coleman~"

"Haha~ ok~ you go over there~ come to me when you're done!"

"Good~"

Under Sam's encouraging eyes, Leon walked to the other side of the conference room full of motivation and sat down, picked up a pen and paper, and started this project that David came up with on the spur of the moment. .Entry exam. .

Sam lowered his head slightly, thought for a moment, moved his body forward, put his arms on his knees, and said to David seriously: "Leon... is my only good friend in the more than four years I have worked at Goldman Sachs~ "

"He...is also the only one...a Goldman Sachs colleague who has been to my house for dinner~"

"Boss~ I think..."

David smiled, made an exaggerated expression, and joked: "What? Could it be that... your wife's cooking skills are so bad? Are you embarrassed to invite people to your house for dinner?"

"Uh... Haha~ No~ My wife's cooking skills are great~ My son and I both like her cooking very much~"

"Haha~ok~I understand, Sam~"

"Don't worry~ As long as he is not too bad, I will give him this job~"

"However, you have to tell him in advance that my company has not been established yet. I need to pay him wages and other things after the company is established~"

"No problem~"

Sam smiled and stretched out his hand to David to express his gratitude: "Thank you, boss~"

"No need~ I still have a lot of work for you to do~ Don't think about getting your salary for nothing~"

"Haha~Okay boss~!"

----

The door of Stanley Building.

On the street, a car stopped, but no one got out of the car for a long time. .

The driver sat in the driving seat, looked forward, coughed slightly and said: "Sir, we...are here~"

Bernard Madoff, who was staring out the car window in a daze, finally came back to his senses and said: "Okay~"

He sorted his things and took that one. .After the briefcase was returned, he got out of the car and walked onto the sidewalk. He turned back to the driver and said, "You...just wait for me here~ If I don't come out at noon, you can go buy some food~"

"ok~"

The driver nodded to indicate that he understood~

Madoff turned back, raised his head, glanced at the sky and the Morgan Stanley Building, took a few deep breaths, and walked in with big steps.

Fourth floor.

When Madoff got out of the elevator and walked to the door of the conference room, the door was closed. .

He stood at the door, paused, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Clang~clang~clang~"

"Please come in~"

Madoff opened the door and walked slowly in.

In the conference room, David was holding a document and chewing hard. .

Sam and Yuri sat not far from David, looking at the newspaper brought by Yuri, the clever little guy. .

Leon. .Like David, he was carefully chewing on his entry examination materials. .

Madoff glanced around, pursed his lips, and showed one to David. .A toothless smile.

"Mr. Coleman~I'm coming!"

David heard the voice. .I looked up in surprise and saw Bernard Madoff, whom I had just met yesterday. Why was he here again today?

This is. .Have you figured it out?

"Mr. Madoff? Haha~ Come on, please take a seat~!"

David asked Madoff to sit down and looked over. .Sam and Yuri~

Sam and Yuri found Leon very wisely. The three of them took the documents and left the conference room, closing the door behind them.

Madoff turned slightly and glanced at the closed conference room door.

From the briefcase, he took out the slightly larger white envelope and opened it.

Under David's curious gaze, Madoff took the small envelope out of the white envelope and handed it to David.

"For you~"

"Give it to me? It's..."

Madoff leaned back as if deflated, shut up and shook his head. .

David took the small envelope and looked at it. There were no words or marks on the outside. .

Opening it, there was a folded note paper inside. On the paper, there were a few lines of small words written densely on it. .

David brought it slightly closer and looked at it carefully.

"When you saw this note, it proved that he was really... frightened~haha~"

"There is an office on the seventeenth floor of 885 Third Avenue. It is his hidden securities consulting company."

"You can continue talking about the topic yesterday. Maybe you will receive a different answer today."

"Good luck to you, good luck boy! I hope you like this gift!"

At the bottom of the note, in the lower right corner, someone drew a mark with a very thin pen. .Pattern of small square boxes. .

fxxx!

David almost couldn't help but curse. .

Isn't this pattern of his **** the one that Mr. Parker took out from under the table? .A bug?

amount. .

Did Mr. Parker use any means against Madoff?

Third Avenue. .hide? . .Securities advisory firm? . .

This. .

David shook the note paper gently in his hand, feeling helpless and funny. .

Sure enough, Mr. Parker took action after eavesdropping on his conversation with Madoff. .

This lunatic~him. .What happened to Madoff?

David tried to keep the expression on his face, looking. .Be kind, fold the note, and put it in your pocket.

"Mr. Madoff, I wonder why you came here today...?"

Bernard Madoff looked at David with an expressionless face, shook his head slightly, and patted the briefcase with his hand.

"I'm here to say thank you~Thank you for sending it back~"

"oh..?"

David glanced at the briefcase and nodded as if he understood. .

"Hehe~"

"Have you checked it out?"

"Yes~"

"Is there anything missing?"

"No~"

"Then...Mr. Madoff, I accept your thanks~"

"You...do you have anything else?"

Madoff pursed his lips and did that again. .Teethless smile expression.

"Yes, Mr. Coleman~"

"In addition to thanking you, I came today. I also want to become a partner with you!"

"Hmm..Partner?"

"Haha~ Mr. Madoff~ You know, I don't lack partners~"

"In this building, there are many partners who want to deepen cooperation with me~"

Madoff sat up straight, stared at David and said, "What you need is... a Bernard Madoff who can work for you?"

David curled his lips, shrugged, leaned back and said, "What I need is Bernard Madoff who recognizes me and is willing to work for me!"

"Willingly? Is this the only way you'll use it?"

"No, man~ If you refuse now~ we can treat it as if we have never met~"

"I promise that no one will get any news from me about anything about you!~"

"You can continue to do your... securities consulting services with peace of mind~"

"If... you want to continue~"

"Yeah...that's it~!"

"I..."

Madoff felt his blood pressure soaring. .A wave of hot blood rushed into the brain. .

"The information in this briefcase is not lacking at all, but... your guarantee is very convincing to me, Mr. Coleman!"

"This... I can't help it~"

"I said I am a person who keeps my promises~ You don't believe me~ What should I do?"

"Do you mean... you still want me to write a... statement? Publish it in the New York Times? Only then will you be satisfied?"

"you you.."

Madoff felt a wave of excitement in front of his eyes. .Somewhat black. .