Manhattan Reborn 1978

Long Island, New York.

Sinnick Hills Golf Club.

David had changed into the clothes Livlin had prepared for him and was following Livlin to the edge of a wide grassy driving range to learn the basics of golf.

Bernard Madoff, did not follow.

After chatting with the staff for a few words, he moved a chair for himself, sat under the shade of a tree, and looked at the two people on the practice field from a distance.

On the edge of the grass of the driving range, Livlin waved to the caddy who followed, took out an iron club from the club bag, handed it to David, and introduced it.

"This is an iron club, generally made of stainless steel or soft iron. It is mostly used on the fairway or when teeing off on par-[-] holes."

“They’re numbered by the angle of the clubface, and the smaller the club number, the straighter the clubface.”

“从距离角度上来讲：2、3、4、5号为长铁杆，6、7、8号为中铁杆，9、p、s、a为短铁杆。”

“For you newbies, the irons are moderately weighted, with the typical cavity-back style having a lower center of gravity and a heavier sole.”

"So when you swing, you can more easily control the swing trajectory and complete a successful shot~"

David looked down at the club in his hand, held it with both hands, and swung it a few times.

Livlin also picked a medium-sized iron for herself, placed a golf ball, stood upright, and made a clean swing, sending the ball flying straight away.

"The most important thing about golf is not to follow the textbook and complete the standard and beautiful hitting action~"

“So, you don’t need to deliberately pursue perfection and standards in your movements. The key is to see whether it can help you master the angle and strength of your swing, and help you hit a beautiful ball!”

"Come here, I'll teach you the most basic grip and stance first~"

David followed the instructions, walked to Livlin, listened to her explanation, and learned the movements with some unfamiliarity and stiffness. .

Just like that, more than half an hour later.

David finally successfully completed his tenth shot~

Livlin smiled and applauded him, praising: "You are smarter than I thought!"

"But you have to remember that the club is an extension of your body and arms~"

"Every time you swing and hit the ball, any action needs to be based on relaxed body memory and completed~"

"Including the swing of the arm and the movement trajectory of the club, they are all completed with turning as the core~"

"So, in your initial stage of learning, you have to accept in your mind the concept of playing with your body."

"It's very necessary!"

"Okay~" David waved the club with one hand and raised his eyebrows at Livlin.

"Let's... go find Madoff now ~ let him see how my skills have improved rapidly!"

"Haha~ That Madoff must have been playing golf for many years. For a novice like you who has just learned a swing, it's too difficult for him..."

"Let's form a team and play a casual game with him~"

"Team?"

"Yes~ You are responsible for the first shot of each hole, and leave the rest to me!"

After David handed the club in his hand to the caddy, he thought about it, smiled and nodded: "Okay! Let him taste the power of our combination~hahaha~"

Livlin put the clubs back into her golf bag, curled her lips, took David's arm, and the two walked toward Madoff while talking and laughing.

. . .

The teeing area of ​​a putting green within the club.

David followed the knowledge he just learned and successfully hit a beautiful shot.

Madoff clapped on the side and praised with a smile: "You learn so fast~"

"Haha~ Livlin's teachings are better!"

"Come on, stop flattering me!"

"Did you see where the ball went?"

"Um...it's not..."

"Yes, it flew over the creek and entered the edge of the sand pit..."

"...For me, it didn't fly out of bounds, so it's considered a great shot, right?"

Livlin helplessly covered her forehead, spread her hands to Madoff and said, "Come on, it's your turn! ~ I don't want to talk nonsense to this idiot anymore ~"

Madoff happily placed the ball, glanced at the flagpole in the distance, held his breath, and hit a beautiful shot~

The small white golf ball flew over the river and sand trap, and landed on the center fairway far away.

After Livlin saw the ball hit the ground, she raised her eyebrows and patted David on the shoulder and said, "Did you see that? This is a master's shot!"

"Learn more, please~"

"Haha~ I've left the next few shots to you?"

"ok~"

"I'll go first and you guys can talk~"

Livlin waved to David and David coolly and walked away.

Madoff smiled and stood side by side with David, looking at Livlin who was walking away, and asked curiously: "Is this... your new girlfriend?"

"Tsk~ Don't talk nonsense!"

"She is already Leslie's girlfriend~"

"Ah~oh..." Madoff didn't quite understand that Leslie's girlfriend would be David's coach. ?

After hearing his exclamatory answer, David shook his head, smiled, stepped forward, and got down to business: "I remember that your promise to investors was an annual return of 12 percent, right?"

"...Yes~"

David looked back at the caddies who were following him from a distance. After waving to them, he took the lead in speeding up his pace and continued.

"My company will complete the overall organizational structure soon~"

"Your money will go into the company's investment portfolio specially set up for it, and you will sign a contract with a guaranteed annual return of 13%."

"This contract is signed every six months, and the income will also fluctuate with the market~"

"However, the direction of the fluctuation will not fall, but will only rise. You can rest assured about this!"

Madoff stared directly at Livlin's back in the distance, nodded slightly and said, "Okay~ I will keep in touch with Sam!"

"Um.."

"How is your market-making company doing?"

"A few years ago, when the stock market was relatively stable, I could earn hundreds of thousands of dollars~"

"In the past two years, the market has been like a pool of stagnant water. The company's income can basically only cover daily expenses~"

David felt the softness of the turf under his feet. He also looked at Livlin who was preparing to hit the ball in the distance and said softly.

"We are all smart people~you are a master at piecing together the pie..."

"So, the conversation between us might as well be more frank and direct, right?"

"it is good!"

"Haha ~ you are a Jew!"

"This identity will allow you to better get in touch with those wealthy Jewish people and become friends with them~"

"This fund investment scam of yours will slowly snowball in your hands and get bigger and bigger if you can always operate it cautiously!"

"However, with this kind of scam of tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, the wall will not fall down; borrowing new debts to repay old debts, but the debts will not be repaid, you will eventually explode one day!"

"How will you end up in ten, twenty, or even thirty years?"

"I think that by then... the scale of this scam will be an astronomical figure that will stun everyone~"

"And the cause of its explosion may be caused by the redemption of large amounts of funds by an investor or institution during another financial crisis~"

"Just like I asked you when we first met~"

"Have you ever thought about what you and your family will go through after a thunderstorm?"

Bernard Madoff paused, followed, shook his head and whispered: "I...can't imagine~"

The two of them walked to the small river. David squatted down, touched the slightly cold clear river water with his hands, and said quietly.

"One day, decades later, you will find out about the scam you have been working on for many years and you will no longer be able to sustain it."

"You will recruit all your family members, confess everything to them, and ask your wife and children to report your illegal behavior to law enforcement agencies~"

"You want to use this to clear away all ties between your family and you and this scam..."

"Because they have been kept in the dark by you and they all think you are an honest businessman, a perfect husband, and a great father..."

"But... the victims of this scam will not let them go so easily!"

"You will be arrested and pushed to the forefront by the media~"

"Your family members will still live in the midst of being spurned, cursed, debt collected, threatened, and constantly harassed by the media after you plead guilty and go to justice."

David reached out and pulled up a few blades of grass from the grass by the river, played with them on his fingertips, and asked, "What are your family members' names?"

Mr. Madoff squatted down with a dull expression, looked at the reflection in the clear river, and said calmly: "My wife, Ruth, my eldest son Mark is 14 years old, and my youngest son Andrew is 12 years old~"

David pulled out three pieces of grass from his hand and threw them not far away, watching them float quietly on the water.

"I don't know what you were thinking after we first met... and I'm not interested in knowing!"

"Then why did you suddenly come back to me? I don't want to know the reason."

"Bernard, you once had a very important position in my plan."

"Now, can I...can I trust you again?"

Mr. Madoff tilted his head and said in a calm voice: "Okay!"

"ok~"

"Wish us... happy cooperation?!"

"Thank you! I won't take any chances anymore!"

The right hands of David and Mr. Madoff were tightly clasped together. Both of them were very satisfied with the cooperation they could achieve at this moment.

"Let's go, Livlin is already impatient with waiting~"

"Haha~ Her ball skills are very competent even for your teacher~"

The two of them passed by the river and walked not far from Livlin when David suddenly pulled Madoff and asked softly.

"Do you still have a shortfall in funds now?"

"..have!"

"Excluding the money I can raise, I'm still short of more than 500 million dollars~"

"But this matter is not urgent~"

"I can finish it completely in just a few years~"

David nodded slightly, glanced at Livlin who was surprisingly patient not far away, and thought for a while.

"Um.."

"Give all your accounts and journals to Sam, and ask him to ask Olena to help you look at it~"

"This funding gap should be solved on the Nasdaq market within two years!"

"it is good!"

----

new York.

The Queen.

Mr. Odis Parker and Griselda Blanco were sitting on a sofa diagonally opposite each other.

Just now, both of them briefly introduced themselves~

Today, Mr. Parker lost all the excitement he had when chatting with David. Instead, he looked at Blanco with an indifferent look and whispered.

"You must be very curious about the significance of our meeting today~"

"I want to let one of my friends tell you first~"

Mr. Parker picked up the phone at hand, made a call, and pressed the speakerphone.

"Hello~"

"It's me, let's start~"

"Speak more plainly!"

"..OK!"

"According to U.S. tax laws enforced by the Federal Revenue Service (IRS), Americans and foreigners holding green cards must pay taxes on any income."

"Furthermore, as long as they are foreigners who have lived in the United States for more than 6 months in the same year, they will also be regarded as US tax residents by RIS, and their income will also be subject to tax."

"Of course, there are almost no people who can file tax returns with 100% complete compliance."

"Income earned illegally by some people must also be included in the tax list."

"There is no duty or legal restriction between the IRS and domestic law enforcement agencies to report criminal offenders."

"They don't care about the source of your income, they only care about your income and whether you have paid enough taxes~"

"These include theft, robbery, arms trading, smuggling, drug dealing, etc."

"Therefore, the funds and manpower invested by the IRS in auditing tax evasion are also increasing year by year."

Blanco frowned and interrupted: "Every business I do has to pay taxes!"

"I'm sorry, lady~"

"In order to facilitate your drug transactions, you generally use cash as the main means of transaction, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then... I guess that when you said you paid taxes, you just paid a little tax to launder the money, right?"

"..Hmm~"

"Haha~ Although the IRS does not require the numbers in the ledger, you can even fill out a tax return without a ledger."

"As long as they think you're a tax filer who has paid enough taxes, they won't even trace whether you have a ledger."

"But when you launder money, the difference between the small amount of taxes and fees you pay and the scale of the drug business you run will be very large~"

"So, in the process of laundering the funds you earned from the drug business, the amount of taxes and fees generated by the upstream and downstream account flows will not match the amount of taxes and fees you pay at all. "

The voice on the phone paused, and seeing that Blanco had no intention of continuing, he continued.

"Currently, the maximum federal personal income tax rate is 37%~"

“The regulations for paying income tax are not uniform across states in the United States.”

"But you're lucky!"

"Florida law stipulates that the government will not levy state income tax on individuals, trusts, and real estate industries."

"Companies engaged in business acquisitions in Florida will pay a corporate income tax of 5% after a certain amount of deduction."

"Furthermore, for a joint stock company, since it has to pay federal tax, it no longer needs to pay corporate income tax to the Florida government~"

Blanco, who had been silent and frowning, finally understood and answered after hearing this.

"You mean...let me set up a few more joint-stock companies in Florida to carry out large-scale capital flows and use them to file taxes?"

"Yes, ma'am~"

"This... is not difficult to understand~"

"I can give you a simple example!"

"For example: In your own name, you imported a batch of drugs from Colombia at a cost of 100 million and received 300 million after the sale."

"After excluding the intermediate sales costs, the net profit is 100 million~"

"But when you need to file a tax return, if you cannot provide formal proof of costs, the IRS will require you to file a tax return based on your income of $300 million."

"Because the IRS only needs to verify your income, but you have the burden of proof and must provide detailed accounts to prove your expenses."

"$300 million has already reached the federal maximum personal income tax rate of 37%~"

"So, the net profit you earned of $100 million is not enough to pay federal personal income tax."

"Also, the burden of proof I mentioned above is reversed in the IRS tax court~"

"That is: in court, you need to prove your income to the court, and the IRS needs to show the court your true expenditure certificate obtained after investigation, and use this to determine whether you have committed tax evasion or tax evasion. "

"So, when you set up a joint stock company, you and the shareholders jointly control the shares and distribute the income; it also allows you to share the profits, and this income brings risks and responsibilities."

Having said this, the person on the other side of the microphone paused again, waiting for Blanco's next question.

Blanco looked at Mr. Parker, who was not far away with an indifferent expression, with extremely complicated eyes. .

She never dreamed that after arriving in New York, the two of them would be given a lesson on how to pay taxes legally as soon as they met. .

After ten seconds.

Mr. Parker stretched out his hand, hung up the phone, and said, "These are the rewards of the 6000 million dollars you sent later~"

"We will never meet again from now on~!"

"If you need help with money laundering~"

"When you return to Miami, someone will take the initiative to contact you~"

"What other questions do you have?"

Blanco narrowed his eyes and said with a bright smile: "No! I am very satisfied with this reward~"

"very good!"

"If someone who has reached a cooperation with you asks, you can tell him that you have met the person you want to meet in New York!"

"This is another reward given to you!"

"Cooperation? You mean..."

"Please~ I will contact you again if anything happens!"

"...Okay~"

Blanco is gone.

Mr. Otis Parker sat quietly on the sofa, looking at the sofa where Blanc had just sat, with a playful smile on his lips.

The night before yesterday, he had received a message from Washington.

Byrne, a public health adviser in President Warren White's administration, believed that cocaine did not pose a public health threat to the nation and was prepared to announce this statement to the media. .

This kind. .After two days of fermentation, the remarks that many people found to be quite intellectual were revealed, which surprised countless people and raised eyebrows. .

This morning, a provocative description of the consumption of cocaine-containing foods appeared in a widely circulated New York magazine.

“In smart places like Los Angeles and New York, dishes containing traces of cocaine such as Dom Perignon and Beluga caviar became one of the new favorites on the dinner table.”

"Some partygoers pass it around along with the snacks on a silver platter, and the user experiences a feeling of power, confidence and energy."

After seeing these articles that made him laugh, Mr. Parker couldn't help but feel speechless about the current liberal attitude towards cocaine in the United States. .

Maybe that guy David was right.

This demand for cocaine, which began in the United States, will lead to even greater chaos in Latin America, the world's largest source of cocaine.

I have to say that the smart Griselda Blanco has caught up with the best developed era!

----

Manhattan area.

Gulf Western Industries, Inc.

In the president's office, Charlie Bludorn, who had just finished the board meeting, sat down, looked at Barris Dickler, the president of Paramount Pictures, who followed him, and said.

"Barry, you appear here at this time...why?"

Barris came to the desk and sat down, and said directly: "Do you want to sell Paramount?"

"..right!"

"At the board meeting just now, everyone has reached a consensus that if the buyer can accept Paramount's offer, a deal will be concluded soon."

“But Paramount has always been profitable since I took over~”

"Paramount now makes money for the company every year..."

"Now? We haven't made back the money we lost in the past few years, have we?"

"In the past few years, it was not just Paramount that lost money, big companies like MGM also had to sell off parts."

"That's enough~"

"Barry, I've already told you the answer you want!"

"This deal is not my personal decision!"

"I need to be responsible for the company, and I need to be responsible for all the directors and shareholders!"

"Paramount... In my opinion, there is nothing that cannot be traded~ Do you understand?"

Barriss is furious!

He stood up with a blush on his face, adjusted his suit, and took a long breath and asked.

"Who is the buyer?"

Charlie leaned back and thought for a moment before saying: "Livlin G. Cherov."

"..Thanks!"

"No, Barry!"

"If you mess up this transaction, there will be no more Paris Dickler in the world~"

"Haha~ You are worrying too much!"

"I just want to know...who is the new boss of Paramount~"

"So...goodbye Charlie~"

After saying that, Barris walked out of the office quickly and disappeared from Charlie's sight.

"New boss? Haha~"

Charlie sneered slightly sarcastically and disdainfully at the corner of his mouth, looking at the phone on his desk.

----

Time passed quickly, and it was noon in a blink of an eye.

Long Island, New York.

At the entrance of Mount Sinic Golf Club.

David and Livlin got in the car, said goodbye to Bernard Madoff, and left here.

on the way.

Livlin looked at the scenery outside the window and asked: "What did you all talk about? Cooperation... has it been achieved?"

"Ah."

"Okay~"

"I've been your teacher all morning, and you treat me to a meal at noon. Do you have any objection?"

"Okay~ Where do you want to go?"

"Haha~ I heard that there is a Smith Warren Skye Steakhouse that opened last year and is very famous now~"

"Shall we go there and try?"

When David heard this name that seemed to be very familiar, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Do you know where it is?"

"...It seems to be near Central Park~"

"...Giovanni, do you know this steakhouse?"

Giovanni, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and thought for a moment: "Near Central Park, at the junction of 49th Street and 3rd Avenue, there is a steakhouse that was newly opened last year. It should be the one you are talking about~"

"Ok~ Take us there and let's taste it together!"

"Ok~"

----

Manhattan.

Informant's office at Allston Street, 42nd Street.

Andres Salazar, following Ludy, said goodbye to Auston and walked downstairs to an apartment building not far from the Wildfire Bar.

Lu Di raised his finger and pointed to several windows and said: "Look, the window with the flower stand on the second floor, and the window with the flower stand on the top floor~"

The one-eyed Andres looked in the direction that Ludi pointed, then carefully looked at the surrounding streets, looked back at the Wildfire Bar not far away, and nodded with satisfaction.

"key?"

"...Here you go~"

Lu Di took out two sets of keys from his pocket, threw them over, and said with a smile: "I arranged for someone to buy some mattresses and simple daily necessities for the room~"

"Okay~ If we need anything else, we will take care of it ourselves!"

"Haha~ Do you want to go upstairs and have a look? Or come with me to Wildfire for a drink?"

"No, I'll go upstairs and take a look first. You can't drink while working."

"Okay~ I will arrange for someone to open a small shop on the first floor here~"

"It can also be used as a foothold for you in the future."

"Good~"

Andres nodded to Ludy and strode towards the door of the stairs.

Ludy narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to look at the cars parked on the street not far away, pondered for a moment, and walked towards the Wildfire Bar.