Manhattan Reborn 1978

Manhattan area.

Rockefeller Center.

Nelson Rockefeller was sitting by the window, holding a telephone, smoking an unlit pipe, and looking out the window in trance.

not far away.

Leslie sat quietly with her head bowed, her thumbs twirling back and forth in circles, as if waiting for something.

Soon.

The sound of the door opening broke the silence in the room.

A vigorous, white-haired old man with a high hairline opened the door and walked in, smiling: "Sorry, I'm late~"

"Hi~ Leslie!"

"Hi~Grandpa David!"

Nelson said nothing and pointed to the seat next to him with the pipe in his hand.

David unbuttoned his suit, sat down relaxedly, crossed his legs, and asked.

"Is there news from Washington?"

"Seamuth recommended you!"

"Oh?... Haha~"

"Have he and old Morgan communicated with you?"

"Hmm...what do you think?"

"I can do it all~ Where are the remaining candidates?"

Nelson twitched the corner of his mouth and curled his lips slightly: "You are the youngest one~"

"Wow~hahaha~"

David smiled and turned to Leslie: "I am already 63 years old, but I can still be praised for my youth...?!"

"Boy, if you find anything new and interesting from now on, be sure to bring me one!? Haha~"

Leslie blinked a few times, suppressed a smile and said, "Okay~ As long as you can go to bed later~"

"Bed late?..."

"That can't be done!"

"Could it be...can't it be during the day?"

"Yeah...it's not impossible~"

"Okay, that's it!"

"..ok~"

Leslie had an expression on her face that said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." But her heart began to beat. .

Take Grandpa David with you, where can you go to have fun in broad daylight?

He is not crazy!

How can it be?

After some teasing between David and Leslie from his grandchildren. .

This is not a curse, nor is it meant to be derogatory.

Leslie is Nelson’s grandson, and David is Nelson’s brother~

Therefore, David has watched Leslie grow up, so there is nothing wrong with teasing this grandson~

Nelson waited quietly for the two of them to chat, and then continued to ask: "You know what old Morgan has been doing recently, right?"

"Of course, at first, I thought he was crazy~haha~"

"He's not crazy, he's making an Allin's gamble!"

"Well, isn't it the same for Seamus?"

"He mortgaged a large amount of stocks and assets at our Chase Manhattan Bank."

"Imagine, after they raise a certain amount of funds, the plan will be launched and executed?"

"Yes, execution has begun now!"

"Old Morgan purchased a large amount of oil spot and gold spot from commodity markets such as Madrid, London, Paris, and Tokyo~"

"We talked on the phone the day before yesterday, and nearly half of the funds in his hand have been spent~"

"So? Are we going to enter too?"

"No... I came to you this time just to ask for your opinion~"

"Do you think we should enter now?"

David's face lost his relaxation, he frowned with a serious expression, looked out the window, and whispered: "From the intelligence information we collected, it seems that Old Morgan and the others want to go one step ahead and enter quietly. Make the layout.”

"They are very confident in this bet~"

"We... might as well spend some of our funds and quietly join in."

Nelson tilted his head: "Partially??"

"Correct!"

"We don't need to follow old Morgan Allin~"

"They are deploying on the market, and we can use more funds to buy more commodities off-site and make low-key purchases and deployments in the futures market."

"Just like copper, coal, non-ferrous metals and other commodities, prices in the industry will also rise sharply during this upcoming crisis!"

David moved his body slightly, put down his legs, leaned his head back on the back of the chair, and smiled.

"The oil crisis a few years ago taught all of us a hard lesson~"

"If a new oil crisis occurs again, the commodity futures market and the national bond market will be the primary targets for hedging funds~"

“Everyone will be looking at oil futures and gold futures~”

"And other commodity futures and spot markets will slowly heat up and prices will rise as the crisis continues~"

"Moreover, Wharton Lao's trip to Tokyo, even though he did not mention the investment opportunities brought about by this crisis."

"But those family consortiums in the island country are smart and can roughly guess that Old Wharton and Old Morgan are going to make big moves!"

"So, we can predict that the international oil and gold markets will definitely be a terrifying battlefield where demons dance ~"

Leslie sat aside and listened quietly, shouting in her heart: I learned it~ I learned it again!

Nelson frowned with some dissatisfaction and asked, "Are you...still thinking about Silver?"

"Hahaha~ I already knew that you know me best!"

"That's right~"

"If I were to allocate funds, I would follow Old Morgan and others to enter the market with one-third of the funds, buy silver futures and spot in advance, and the remaining one-third would be prepared for the stock market. "

"Do you want to... buy stocks of companies that we were once very optimistic about after the crisis comes and lasts for a period of time?"

"Yes!"

"In times of crisis, no one can stay out of it~"

"Stagflation in the United States and global inflation~ Before the crisis of the new era comes, we can short-sell the stocks of some companies, and we can get more high-quality assets and expand our family's industrial chain!"

Nelson frowned and considered for a moment, then nodded slowly and asked in the direction of the phone: "Lois, what do you think?"

David looked at the phone in surprise: "Third brother?"

Royce's laughter came from the phone that had been kept quiet just now and pressed the speaker phone.

"What? Am I not the person who knows you best? David?"

"Uh...haha~ Yes, of course!"

"Haha~ Okay, let's follow David's plan!"

"I will transfer the funds to Chase Manhattan Bank within a week~"

"Which one of you will handle the funds in the family fund?"

"David, are you doing it together!?"

"Ok!"

"ok~"

Louis on the other end of the phone continued in a gentle voice: "The climate here in San Francisco is very good, and it is more suitable for retirement. Would any of you want to come to my place this winter?"

A smile finally appeared on Nelson's lips, he shook his head and said with a smile: "No, my book will be finished soon~"

"Wait a minute...after I publish it, we can go hunting together!"

"Hahaha~ OK! Where is David?"

David grimaced and spread his hands to Nelson: "...This crisis is a rare opportunity for Chase Manhattan~"

"So, during this period, I can only keep an eye on it in New York..."

"Okay~"

"Then I'll wait until you're all done and then we can go hunting together?"

"Haha~ It's a deal!"

. . .

Among the three Rockefeller brothers, David, the youngest, is also the one who works the most, is the busiest, and has the least time.

After chatting with his brothers for a while about the current situation of his family, he was about to go back to work.

However, when he walked to the door, he remembered something, turned back, glanced at Leslie, and asked into the phone.

"Louis, have you seen that boy David? How is he?"

After a few seconds of silence on the other side of the phone, Lewis's voice came: "I asked Bob to go to New York and follow David~"

"If you want to know anything, you can ask Leslie~"

"He knows David better than I do!"

David nodded with understanding and smiled at Leslie: "After two days, I have time. Can you take that David boy with you and let's have dinner together?"

"Okay, Grandpa David!"

"Haha~ you kid~!"

"gone!"

. . .

David is gone.

After Lewis and Nelson chatted for a while, they also hung up the phone.

The room became quiet again, Nelson played with the pipe in his hand and waved to Leslie.

"You go too~"

"Find some time, take Livlin with you, and let's have dinner together!"

Leslie's expression instantly looked like he had eaten a lemon. His facial features were all wrinkled up. He lowered his head and muttered: "I know, Grandpa~"

"Um.."

----

new York.

Manhattan, near Central Park, at the intersection of 49th Street and Third Avenue.

Smith & Wollensky steakhouse.

This restaurant is located at the corner of the street in a retro-style white and green house.

This restaurant opened in 1977 and became the designated restaurant for lunch by the stock god Buffett in the future.

But now, it's just one of many steakhouses in New York and Wall Street that are just making a name for themselves. .

Here, many Wall Street elites particularly love the special cooking method of steak in the restaurant, coupled with the chef's exclusive secret sauce, which adds more delicious texture and wonderful flavor to the steak.

When these Wall Street elites were having dinner, the topics they talked about were the flow of funds worth millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of dollars~

Therefore, sometimes in just one meal, they brokered a deal right at the dining table~

. . .

David and Livlin, dressed in formal attire, sat at a table by the window, chatting.

After a while.

The waiter brought them the dishes. David gestured to the waiter and pointed to the street car lane not far away from the restaurant window.

"Please, please give each of the four of them the most sumptuous steak dinner and drinks."

The waiter looked out the window and was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay sir~"

"Thank you!"

The waiter has encountered this kind of customer who invited the driver and his subordinates to have a steak dinner together several times.

It's just that none of those people were as straightforward and forthright as this young man~

Livlin, who was sitting opposite David, picked up the knife and cut it slowly and elegantly. She had just been served steak by the waiter and said with a smile.

"It seems... you didn't just invite me to this lunch~"

David smiled, cut a small piece of steak, put it in his mouth and chewed, "Today they didn't wear formal clothes, so they had to sit in the car and eat steak... Haha~"

"Um... aren't they all your drivers and bodyguards?"

"Yes~"

"Then you are still like this..."

"No, Livlin~ they are also my brothers!"

"I'm just smarter in business~"

"If I didn't have any business acumen and continued to work as a bartender in the Wildfire Bar, I would be no different from them!"

Livlin stopped what she was doing, her eyes filled with curiosity about the unknown, and asked, "What about you, Giles, Bloomer, Leslie and the others?"

"Good friend~"

"For now, they're my best friends!"

"temporary?"

"Well... after all, we are still very young~"

"Many people will choose to keep in touch with some of their young friends as they continue to grow up, and gradually reduce contact and become alienated~"

Livlin bit her lip, lowered her head, and thought of the girls in her best friend group in Los Angeles. .

David saw that she was in a daze, so he put down the tableware with a smile, picked up the cup and said, "Here~"

"Huh? ~Oh..."

"Thank you~Teacher Livlin!"

"You are not bragging ~ you are a very good golf instructor!"

"This glass is a tribute to your teaching and expertise!"

"cheers!"

"..Cheers~hehe~"

"Ding ~"

The two goblets clinked together, Livlin took a sip of red wine, rolled her eyes, raised her eyebrows with a smile, and continued to ask.

"You're right...how do you differentiate between brothers and friends?"

David swallowed the red wine in his mouth, picked up the tableware, thought for a moment, then shrugged and said with a smile: "Family, brothers, and friends are all inseparable and important parts of my life~"

"It all depends on how you want to define them~"

"They are one in themselves ~ there is no way to distinguish them!"

Livlin was obviously not very satisfied with the answer David gave~

She put a small piece of steak into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and asked curiously: "I see... two of your four bodyguards look very similar. Are they brothers?"

"Haha~ No!"

"Then...can you tell their story?"

"Do you want to hear?"

"Of course~"

"Okay... we are..."

While eating lunch, David told Livlin some of his acquaintance experiences and interesting stories with the four bodyguards.

Livlin seemed to have forgotten to continue eating lunch, listening to David's story with great interest, and asking strange questions about some details from time to time. .

David could only be patient, eat slowly, answer slowly, and tell slowly~

ten minutes later.

David stopped talking and moving his hands, picked up a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth, turned to look out the window, and saw several waiters carrying a steak dinner to the four bodyguards on the street.

He picked up the wine glass and signaled to the people who came out of the car. He also pointed at the formal clothes he was wearing and raised his eyebrows at them with a smirk.

Black Mike, who was the first to see David's actions, took the big meals from the waiter, put them on the hood of the car, gave David a middle finger, and then laughed.

After the other three people saw his actions, they also pointed their middle fingers at the window where David was sitting, expressed their thanks and greetings, and laughed. .

Livlin looked quietly at David, who was laughing silently and heartily across from him, and her expression became envious and complicated.

"You... are all very lucky to have met each other!"

"Yes~"

The two of them stopped talking and sat quietly at the table by the window, watching the four bodyguards outside, eating, drinking, and noisily~

The scene on the street outside the window made David extremely happy and wanted to join them right away. .

----

new York.

The Queen.

After Griselda Blanco separated from Otis Parker, she got into a car, came to a restaurant, and sat down at a table.

Sitting opposite her were Gilbert Jurelul and Pacio Herrera, two of the founders and leaders of the Colombian Cali Group.

. . .

The Cali drug cartel in Colombia has its main sphere of influence in the city of Cali, Colombia. The name of the group is derived from the place name.

Similarly, the Medellin Group in Colombia has its main strength in the city of Medellin.

However, Pablo, who lives in Medellin, as the largest local drug lord, has not yet completely integrated the remaining major families and gangs to form the Medellin drug lord that later attracted the attention of the whole world. Xiao Group.

But the Cali Group is different!

The four founders of the Cali Group: Gilbert Jurelul and Miguel Jurelul are brothers; Chepi Eddie Cruz and Pacio Herrera, who were later The Jurelul brothers joined the group. .

Therefore, within the Cali Group, the 40-year-old Gilbert has a low-key, calm, and scheming personality, and controls the internal power and financial power.

Gilbert's younger brother, Miguel, controls all day-to-day operations within the group.

Eddie Cruz, oversees all production and domestic shipping in Colombia.

Pacio Herrera is in charge of all sales work in the United States, as well as the group's internal armed and sales teams in the United States.

A few days ago, after Cohen and the others killed Londono, the small leader of the Cali Group, in Miami, Gilbert immediately connected the incident with the previous incident in New York.

Everyone in the Cali Group in New York was wiped out by the gangs and the police, and Londono also died in Miami.

This kind. .coincide?

Will it happen?

Obviously not!

Therefore, Gilbert, who was still confused about the New York incident, immediately took Pazio to Miami to contact Blanco for questioning after learning of Rondono's death.

He himself flew to New York, used money to clear the way, and found out some details that he had not known before.

. . .

in the restaurant.

After Blanco ordered the meal, he picked up the wine glass, clinked the glasses with Gilbert and Pacchio, and said with a smile.

"Do you have any more questions? Just ask~"

Pazio glanced at Gilbert, thought for a moment, and said first: "Did you see the person you wanted to see?"

"Forget it... right~"

"Ok?"

"Haha~ It doesn't matter whether I've seen you or not~"

"The important thing is... I got the rewards I deserved, and unexpectedly gained a friendship and... an opportunity!"

There was a hint of doubt in the expression on Pazio's carefully retouched face.

Blanco raised his eyebrows, the disgust in his eyes flashed away, and turned to look at Gilbert. .

Pasio is not married and has no children~

Because he likes men. .

What Blanco hates most is men who like men. .

Gilbert frowned, stared at Blanco, and asked in a low voice with dissatisfaction: "Are the people you just met the same group as the people who attacked us?"

"I don't know~should...right~?"

"Hehe~"

Gilbert's informant was not satisfied with Blanco's answer.

But he controlled his emotions, took a deep breath, picked up the cup and took a big sip, then breathed out the alcohol and continued to ask.

"I found out some information~"

"Your men, along with Pablo's men, come to New York to compete with us for the market?"

"After they killed a street informant, they dumped his body on the street and fled back to Miami overnight, right?"

"...That's right~"

"But... these two people are already dead!"

"That subordinate of yours, Rondono, didn't know what was going on in his mind. He actually bribed a killer to assassinate someone..."

Blanco spread his hands and said, "It is his stupid behavior that directly caused you people in New York to be shouted at and beaten by everyone~"

Gilbert reached out and held down Pachio, who was about to talk trash next to him, and frowned again and asked.

"Is that... the security company? The person Rondono wants to kill is the boss of that company?"

"I fucking don't know!" Blanco squinted his eyes, leaned forward, stared at Pazio fiercely, and growled in a low voice full of contempt.

"I only know that because of the idiot Londono, I was kidnapped and made to walk back and forth several times on the edge of life and death!"

"The latest time, the bullet was only a few centimeters away from my head!"

"You **** have the nerve to ask me?"

Gilbert smiled with a slightly weird expression and continued: "I didn't expect... that you are still afraid of death?"

"fxxx!"

"Does this have anything to do with fear of death?"

"I apologize! This joke...I apologize!"

really. .

From Gilbert's point of view, the little chaos caused by Blanco's and Pablo's men in New York was nothing at all. .

Instead, it was Londono who hired a murderer to assassinate someone who had something to do with the DA security company. This big trouble made Blanco accidentally become the scapegoat and victim. .

Gilbert could understand Blanco's resentment and shame at this moment. .

But this does not solve the problem at hand!

After the waiter served Blanco lunch dishes, Gilbert smiled.

"I heard... Pablo and the others also paid for this incident?"

Blanco picked up the tableware, raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "I paid 4000 million dollars, and he paid 6000 million dollars."

"Hiss~ [-] million?"

"Their appetite is really big~"

"Haha~ I think it's worth it!"

"Why?"

Blanco chewed the food, recalled the meeting with Mr. Parker, pondered for a moment, and then whispered: "Money laundering!"

"..."

"Indeed...it's worth it!"

Gilbert got it!

Gilbert, who has always regarded himself as a successful businessman, also has a headache about how to launder the black money he earned. .

Although, he is also planning to set up multiple companies and use commercial and trade methods to launder them. .

But the cocaine business was too lucrative. .

The huge amount of cash earned from this kind of hugely profitable business cannot be laundered by his trading companies at all. .

The prices charged by money laundering channels on the market are simply ridiculously high. .

The bankers involved in the money laundering industry chain in Colombia once smiled and raised four fingers to Gilbert. .

Four percent!

After a long period of operation, they can only get back [-]% of the black money.

Moreover, they can also use this money to transfer and lend money among various banks in the world, earning a lot of interest. .

This is ****. .Can Gilbert bear it?

My uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't. .Very good~

Now, Blanco only paid tens of millions of dollars to obtain a channel for money laundering. .

this. .Gilbert, who had always been calm, couldn't help but feel jealous. .