Manhattan Reborn 1978

San Francisco.

Lunch time!

Bloomer took everyone to a very flavorful seafood restaurant.

During the meal, Bloomer felt insincerely sorry for the kick he had just given David in the butt. .Apologized.

David held the wine glass, tilted his butt, rolled his eyes and said, "Hey~ you know, Bloomer~ we Coleman must avenge ourselves!"

"Uh... man, that was just a joke~ We don't have any real grudges~"

"No, no, no~ I'm telling you, as I said just now, that kick you bastard just made... really hit you!"

"What?" Blumer resisted the urge to laugh, looking confused. .

"What are you talking about, man!"

"Hey~ Are you pretending to be stupid again? fxxx!"

"No~I didn't! I really don't understand what you mean!"

The rest of the people at the dinner table were all smiling, quietly admiring their portraits in front of the melon-eaters. .An angry conversation between high school friends. .show?

Until the restaurant waiter served everyone the last dish~

This pair of guys, who had never wanted to retaliate against each other, finally managed to keep their mouths shut. .

Panaris was the first to raise his glass, expressing his gratitude to Blumer on behalf of everyone for the lunch treat~

Everyone laughed, chimed in a few words, and raised glasses~

After putting down their glasses, everyone started chatting while eating~

Bloomer put a piece of fish into his mouth with a fork, and asked his friend in a low voice: "Giles, you are sitting in the front rows today, surrounded by a group of celebrities, how do you feel?"

"...It's okay~ I don't feel any difference!"

"Okay~ So do you think... the afternoon meeting... will be as boring as the morning meeting?"

"Bored? It's okay... right?"

"Tch~" Blumer picked up the wine glass and took a sip, expressing his dissatisfaction with his friend's answer~

David raised his head slightly, glanced at his two friends from left and right, and said to Giles with a smile: "Did you know? In the morning, Bloomer was... CEO of Bank of America, Hammoy Chidney After Mr. Pu started speaking... he fell asleep~"

"Hehe~ I wasn't asleep at that time, I was just... closing my eyes to relax~"

"Speaking of which, isn't this because of you?"

"If you don't give me that damn massage, will I not sleep much all night?"

David curled his lips and put a piece of shrimp meat into his mouth: "What do you mean by this? You can agree to me giving you a massage!"

"Besides, even if you didn't sleep well all night, you are a young man~ You can't even..."

"What else do you say? When did I agree to you giving me a massage? ~ You bastard!"

"Why didn't you agree? You were..."

Giles sat aside, chewing his seafood dinner slowly, listening to the daily quarrels of his best friends. .This kind of life is simply. .Very interesting~

hehe~~

Panaris, Leslie, and Grace have slowly begun to get used to the daily interactions between these three boys, and they feel that they are endless fun. .Nothing to say~

So, Panaris and Leslie chatted about last night, when they went to visit the elders. .

Leslie’s grandfather, one Louis Rockefeller, happened to be on vacation in a house near Silicon Valley recently~

Panaris is very interested in this super low-key Lewis of the Rockefeller family~

"Leslie, is Louis okay?"

"Not bad~ Almost every year during this season, he comes to California to live for a while. He happened to be in a house near Stanford University last night~"

"In a few days, he may go to his villa in Los Angeles or Long Beach to spend the winter~"

"Oh, then... I want to visit him. What time do you think is more suitable?"

Leslie put down the tableware with a smile, picked up the wine glass, and gestured to Panaris: "I think... there is no need to be so polite between us, right?"

Panaris was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled: "Okay ~ Sorry!"

"Hehe~"

"Ding ~"

Two cups clinking ~

The two of them put down their glasses~

Leslie glanced at David, Bloomer and Giles, picked up the tableware again and said, "Louis is 68 years old this year~"

"He has rarely appeared in public in recent years, attending various gatherings or meeting people~"

"When I went to visit him, he also told me that he didn't want to go back...to do those meaningless busy things ~ he just wanted to meet people and do what he wanted to do according to his own schedule. Son~"

"So...if you really want to visit him, just call in advance~"

"If he is willing to meet you, I believe you will... It will be a very pleasant meeting~"

Panaris wiped his hands with a napkin and nodded silently.

Louis Rockefeller, he was all-powerful on Wall Street before World War II. .

The reason why Panaris wanted to meet this low-key Rockefeller was because old Morgan once told him during a chat.

"Among the Rockefeller family, Lewis is the Rockefeller who is most like Old John for his extraordinary talents in business and precise investment vision!"

"Like...Old John!?"

"The man who single-handedly founded the Rockefeller family empire, Old John!?"

Old Morgan's evaluation, for Panaris at the time, aroused his curiosity. .Outstanding~

Decades ago, the turbulent Gilded Age belonged to John Sr., J.P. Morgan, Carnegie, Vanderbilt and others~

John Rockefeller Sr. is definitely one of the top people on the list of influential figures and legends~

In the era when he was alive, Carnegie, a rich man, regarded him as the goal he pursued throughout his life~

Panaris, as a direct descendant of the Morgan family, has grown up listening to Old John's magical life experiences. .

so. .At a certain family gathering, old Morgan jokingly asked Panaris, the eldest son, who his idol was. Panaris called out John's name without hesitation~

True. .

Old John, the richest man in the history of the founding of the United States, was criticized by many people in the first half of his life~

However, none of these people can deny that as a self-made richest man in the United States, Old John’s experience perfectly demonstrates the American dream, and it is not a delusion~

It was truly realized by Old John. .dream!

And the second half of Old John's life once again proved it to everyone. .Charity is something that people often talk about, but few people actually take out money from their wallets to do it. .It is an admirable and great cause!

John Sr., for the charity he devoted his passion and energy to, donated 1937 million US dollars before his death in 5!

. . .

Panaris sat there in a daze, a little lost.

Old John has passed away 40 years~

Panaris had no chance to meet, get to know, and chat with this legendary figure~

He could only transfer the curiosity deep in his heart to. .The descendants of old John are most like him, Louis Rockefeller~

"Leslie, thank you! If possible, can you give me Lewis's phone number later?"

"No problem!" Leslie shrugged and continued with a smile.

Grace has been silently sitting at the dinner table in front of the audience of several people.

She was very keenly aware that Leslie was a little deliberate in his treatment of Panaris. .Alienation?

She didn’t know if something unpleasant had happened between the two of them before~

But she could see clearly that Leslie, a slightly different guy in the Rockefeller family, showed an attitude that was obviously unwilling to have too much or too deep interaction with Panaris. .

. . .

On the table.

Blumer's expression was rich and he was instructing David and Giles. .To hell with that boring afternoon meeting~

We should go out and have some fun during this most beautiful time in San Francisco. .

David and Giles looked at Clown Bloomer with disgust, and condemned him for his unmotivated thoughts. .

"You know that your father, Mr. Wharton, will also attend the meeting in the afternoon, right?"

"Then you still dare to...absent and run away?"

"Haha~ I don't think... old Mr. Wharton would turn a blind eye to your... behavior~"

"Okay, okay~ You may be right~ But we won't go out and mess around with you~"

"What? Still...is there such a place?"

"Um...please keep your voice down...don't you see that the people around us are looking at us?"

"fxxx! Can you say this kind of thing so openly?"

"Dude, have you actually seen it?"

"Wow~ Really~ It sounds... looks good...?"

"What? Going right away? Uh..."

"Hey~ stop talking!"

"okok~ you go ahead~ we won't go!"

"Yes! Make sure, neither of us will go back! You can go by yourself~"

"Huh? You...you...how can you...be like Bloomer?"

"No, no, no, I...I...I won't go!"

"Haha~ Well... today's weather is... very nice!"

"Yes, yes, David, you are right!"

"Hmm...this...the shrimp meat is so delicious!"

. . .

Grace's eyes stayed on Panaris and Leslie, but her ears kept perking up, listening to David, Blumer, and Giles. .dialogue. .

The smile on the corner of her mouth stayed on her face~

At this time, Grace finally understood. .

Why did Giles, a dull boy, become the best bad friends with Bloomer and David? .

In her perception, the nerves and brain circuits of these three people seemed to be similar. .A magical geometric figure. .

They are almost parallel and intersecting at the same time. .

Grace even envied Giles in her heart~

Because in this impetuous adult world, friends. .It’s already a bad word. .

But it’s rare to have a close friend!

Giles, this boy who had just stepped out of the ivory tower on campus and out of the protection of his family, was able to meet and have two of the best friends. It must be said that he was the most lucky in life~!

But at a certain moment when Grace's eyes were not paying attention, Leslie pretended to be casually watching the intimate interaction between the three of David, and there was a flash in her eyes. .Envy and jealousy. .

----

Enjoyable time. .It always feels like things go by so fast~

After lunch.

David and Giles were escorting Bloomer, a friend who had suffered a mental decline, to attend a meeting at the Hilton Hotel in the afternoon. .

Hilton Hotel.

Several people stepped on the time mark and entered the venue.

In the venue, bankers gathered in groups of twos and threes and were communicating with their friends around them in low voices and with smiles on their faces. .

In the morning, Giles, who was sitting in the front rows with his brother Panaris, discussed with Grace and exchanged seats. .

The three best friends are reunited. .

David and Giles sandwiched the bad boy Bloomer between the seats, with serious expressions on their faces and shouted: "This is all for your own good~"

But in my heart. .I’m already so happy~

Giles has been in contact with David for much longer than Bloomer~

He received it at the table. .The signal of David, this bad boy~

This afternoon and evening, David and Giles, a pair of bad friends who now have quite a tacit understanding, are going to deal with Bloomer, a foul-mouthed brat. .A little New York style between friends. .Intimate interaction!

----

Just as the afternoon meeting at the San Francisco Union Square Hilton Hotel officially began.

new York.

42th Street.

The informant and auxiliary police office on Oston Street welcomed several visitors.

Some time ago, the black police officer William Somerset, who had taken over the case of dumping a body on the street from Allston, led two middle-aged men to Allston's desk.

Auston, who was on the phone, blinked his big black and white eyes, looked at the three of them back and forth, said a few words to the person on the phone, and put down the phone.

"Hey William~ Why do you have time to see me?"

William Somerset, the police officer who looked very much like Old Rhett, shrugged and gestured to the two people around him.

"Business~ I'm just... a guide!"

"Oh?"

Auston stood up and looked at the two people beside William.

One of them, a round-faced middle-aged man in his 30s with a friendly face and a smile, who had a three-part hairstyle, a beer belly, and a windbreaker, took a step forward and politely introduced himself.

"I am the newly transferred FBI director, Harold Stone, responsible for the daily affairs of New York City. This is my ID!"

Auston glanced at this man. .Identification produced by Harold Stone. .

Some people are wondering, when did the FBI men start to be so polite to people?

He stretched out his right hand, but did not accept the ID handed over to him. He forced out a smile and said, "I am Inspector Alston. How can I help you?"

Harold Stone smiled and took back his ID, shook hands with Auston and said: "We just came from the accidental fire scene~ This is my colleague Torres, we want to know something about you~ "

"No problem, please take a seat~ Do you prefer coffee or juice?"

"Um...coffee, thank you!"

"ok~"

Auston stepped aside and poured three cups of coffee for the three of them.

When he turned around and brought coffee to the three of them, Auston and Officer William made brief eye contact. .

the two of them. .What's happening here? . .This was a questioning look from Auston. .

How the hell do I know? . .This was the look in William's eyes as he curled his lips. .

All right. .

Auston sat back in his seat, crossed his fingers, leaned forward, put his arms on the desk, and tilted his head slightly.

"Then...Mr. Stone, if you have any questions, feel free to ask~"

"ok~"

Harold Stone picked up the coffee with a smile, took a sip, and said thoughtfully: "You should already know what happened last night..."

"Just found out!"

"Do you know anything about the administrator who unfortunately lost his life in this accidental fire?"

"No~ You just have an ordinary relationship between us as colleagues, we are just familiar~"

"Oh... you know the files that were burned in this fire..."

"I just found out~"

"Then what do you think about the burning of these files?"

"No, it was just an accident, right? Without an investigation, I have no right to speak~" Auston spread his hands and continued with his fingers crossed.

Harold Stone nodded with a smile, narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at his colleague, thought for a moment, and continued to ask.

"Can you tell me about your current job?"

"Okay, I am here to cooperate with the New York Police Department and the DA Security Company..."

"Then...can you tell me about this security company?"

Alston raised his right eyebrow slightly: "You ask this... Do you suspect that the security company is related to the fire?"

"Haha~ Don't get me wrong, relax buddy, we are just chatting~"

"...I don't know much about DA Security Company. If you want to know more about it...I suggest you go to Deputy Chief Matthews or Commissioner Hardman~"

Harold Stone feels being. .He choked for a moment, then shook his head slightly and smiled: "Okay, thank you, Auston~!"

"I know that the auxiliary police officers here have many information channels in New York~"

"If...you receive any clues about this unexpected fire, you can contact me. This is my business card!"

Harold Stone said, taking out a business card holder from his coat pocket, taking out one and handing it to Auston.

Auston took the business card and looked at it. There was only a name and phone number on it. .

"Ok~"

"Then... Inspector Alston, let's take our leave~"

Harold Stone and the young man beside him stood up and walked to the door together.

When they opened the door to go out, Harold Stone turned back and said as if he remembered something.

"Oh...by the way, Inspector Alston, I haven't congratulated you yet!"

"Ok?"

"I heard... that the auxiliary police force under your command will undergo a large-scale expansion~"

Auston frowned slightly and walked towards the door: "That's right~ I haven't received the relevant notification yet~"

"Haha~ Don't worry~ Isn't this a fire accident~"

"Notification or something... it should arrive in a few days!"

"..ok~Mr. Harold Stone, thank you for informing me of this news in advance~"

"Hehe, you're welcome~ Goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

Harold Stone is gone.

Officer William Somerset drank coffee with a playful smile on his face and watched Auston sit back in his old position. .

"You... why aren't you leaving? Is something wrong?"

"No~ It's just... I just want to be lazy!"

"Ha~ you...don't you have any cases at hand?"

"how is this possible?!!"

"Homicide, arson, home invasion, bank robbery, etc., there are almost a dozen cases that have not been solved!"

Auston chuckled a little unscrupulously: "Haha ~ bank robbery or something... maybe I can help you here!"

"I know~ So... I feel like the coffee you have here is much better than the garbage in the police station!"

"Nonsense! This is high-end coffee imported from Brazil!"

"What?? Are you so... extravagant now?"

"Of course~ My hands are cramping when I get the bounty... Do you want to know? Hahahaha~"

"shxx!"

"You damn ****...there is still a bounty to get..."

Officer William Somerset sprayed a large amount of it on Auston with an annoyed look on his face. .Swearing and whining. .

Auston looked like an old god was present, crossed his legs, as if he couldn't hear the trash talk, and recalled the meeting with Harold Stone just now.

"Hey~hey~are you... in a daze? fxxx!"

"...Ah~ I was thinking about Harold Stone from the FBI just now~"

"He~"

William put away his unruly look, thought about it seriously, and asked tentatively.

"Do you... have any clues about this accidental fire?"

"I'm fucking ****...how do you know?"

"What do you want Harold Stone for?"

"I'm thinking about... what he said about the security company and the expansion of the auxiliary police~"

"Oh... Expansion is a great thing for you, right? With more people under your control, your power will increase accordingly~"

William smiled and raised his eyebrows at Auston: "After your expansion here, you will definitely be very short of manpower. I will apply to the bureau to be transferred to help you... How about it?"

"You? Transfer here? Haha~ can you do it?"

"Why can't I do it? You know my ability~everyone in the police station knows it..."

"Hey, man, what I want to say is, will your application... be approved? Who do you want to find to do this? Matthews? Or Hardman?"

"Ah...that..." William choked for a while~

Auston's left hand was on the desk, he tapped it a few times and changed the topic.

"What do you think of Harold Stone, the new FBI director?"

"...Um...Tsk~Smiling Tiger?"

"Hahaha~ Yeah.. That's very appropriate! Damn you.. Since when did you start to talk so well?"

William said he was innocent and spread his hands: "I'm just telling the truth~"

"Hahaha~Okay~"

"Okay, don't drink that cup of coffee~ Let's go to the Wildfire Bar across the street~ There happens to be someone I've always wanted to introduce to you there!"

"Bar? fxxx! Do I have to go back to the bureau to handle a case later?"

"Hey~ It's okay~ Wildfire has mocktails! Let's go~ Let's go there now. I can't wait to see your surprised expression!"

"what??"

Officer William Somerset was pulled into the Wildfire Bar by Alston with a question mark on his face. .

Just a mocktail. .What can be surprising?

----

new York.

On a street with heavy traffic.

Harold Stone, sitting in a car with his young colleague Torres Bradman, waited for the traffic light at the intersection. .

"Torres, what do you think of that Auston just now?"

"Hmm... Judging from my observation just now, he should be defensive and not lying~"

"Oh? Haha~ How rare! He is the first... honest policeman we met today?"

"Haha~ I think so!"

The traffic light at the intersection turned green. Torres Bradman, who was driving, glanced left and right in the rearview mirror, stepped on the accelerator, and drove forward slowly with the flow of traffic.

"Fxxx! I'm starting to hate...the damn traffic in New York~" Harold Stone complained jokingly.

"Torres, when will your teacher, Professor Aikman, arrive in New York?"

"About three or four days later, what's going on?"

"What is he doing in New York this time?"

"Lecture~ New York University and Columbia University both invited him last year. Professor Aikman was helping our headquarters handle a case at the time and was unable to come to New York~"

"So...he came to New York this time...to earn lecture fees?"

Torres choked on his words and stepped on the brakes lightly, blinking: "Absolutely~ Professor Aikman once told me that when he teaches at the University of California, San Francisco, he has three months of free time every year~"

"Haha~ That means... Professor Aikman only needs to work for... nine months a year, and he can get a professorship offered by the University of California... What's the annual salary?"

"...That's right!"

"Okay~" Harold Stone raised his hand with a look of reluctance and helplessness, rubbed his face a few times, and sighed. .

"My annual salary as an FBI director may not be as much as what Aikman got from teaching several speech classes!"

"Back then, I really should have listened to my ex-wife's advice, continued to study for a doctorate, and then stayed in school to teach~"

Torres choked again. .

"You...have obtained a master's degree, right?"

"Yes~"

"Then...why have you stayed at the headquarters for so many years?"

Harold Stone curled his lips and looked out the window. After a while, he said: "Torres, don't worry!"

"Just like when I was at the headquarters, I worked hard for more than ten years and never made any great achievements or made any mistakes~"

"So...that's how I stood out from the thousands of people in the headquarters... Do you understand?"

Torres driving. .Choked again. .

"Um...then do you think it's a good thing for you that...you come to New York this time?"

"I don't know~ Maybe it's a good thing, maybe... it'll be worse!"

"Okay~"

Torres felt that the two of them were chatting. .Let him be hit hard. .

His mentor, Professor Paul Ekman, as a micro-expression expert, has helped the FBI and other law enforcement agencies, and assisted in the interrogation of many criminal suspects~

The set of psychological research on micro-expressions summarized by Professor Ekman has gradually been improved and completed through repeated interrogations.

Torres greatly admired his mentor, Professor Paul Ekman.

It is believed that the professor's research in psychology, micro-expression recognition, emotion and interpersonal deception has reached a height that is unattainable. .

However, Torres' conversation with Harold Stone just now suddenly made him understand. .

It turns out that whether it is Director Harold Stone or Professor Paul Aikman, they all have another side.

They are also ordinary people. They also need to make money to support their families. They have also had some unhappy past experiences and certain needs of their own. .

Torres, this young man who just left Professor Aikman and joined the FBI. .Microexpression expert. .

After following Harold Stone to New York to assist him in his work, I learned a lot of things that I only knew about before but had never practiced. .Experiences and things.