Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Wall Street, in front of the Stanley Building.

David, a spirited young man who got himself a new [-]-point haircut, walked into the building laughing with the four bodyguards.

on the elevator.

David looked at the back of his second brother Lavis and remembered something.

"Mike Bai, do you remember that Barris last night?"

"He is the CEO of Paramount~"

"I will find an opportunity to talk to Livlin about the plan to invest in the movie "Taxi Driver"~ You can contact director Martin Scorsese about the movie~"

Mike Bai smiled and bumped Lavis, who was silent, with his shoulder, and nodded in response.

"Okay~I'll call him later~"

David turned back and saw that Lavis didn't make any comment, so he put his hand on his shoulder and explained.

"If you don't like acting or anything, you can put a screenwriter's name on the crew..."

"After all, it is your story, and no one knows yourself better than you~"

"Besides, this job can also bring you a very generous reward... You can definitely use this money to buy a new car for your girlfriend who is a single mother~"

"Pfft...hahaha~"

"Hey~ Lavis, David is right~ You can make this kind of money just by talking, why not?"

"That's it~"

After the elevator door opened, several people walked out of the elevator and gathered around Ravis, talking to each other.

David walked up to Ravis in a few steps and touched his chest with his fist: "What are your thoughts? Tell me~"

Ravis raised his head, with an expression as if he had been constipated for several days, and said with a smile: "Let's forget about changing cars~"

"I want to ask her. If she is willing, we can move together to the apartment above the Wildfire Bar."

"Wow~ Really? Are you going to live together? Will she agree?"

"I don't know~"

"Hahaha~ Then you should be bold and ask!"

"What are you still hesitating about?"

Lavis shook his head slightly: "The time we have known each other and been together is still too short ~ I'm afraid..."

Mike Bai showed a bad smile and said: "What are you afraid of if you have short time? As long as you have enough money...are you still worried that she will run away?"

"Nono~ I don't agree with what you said!"

"What does it mean to have enough capital?"

"Do you want to..."

"fxxx~"

"Shut your dirty mouths~"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

After a few people quarreled for a while, they pushed Ravis into the elevator and asked him to find his girlfriend, a single mother. .

David also carried his briefcase and walked into the company.

In the company's big office.

What surprised him was that today was Saturday, and Maggie Bianchi, the weak secretary whom Lilith introduced to him, was sitting obediently at the door of David's office. .

"Hey Maggie, why are you here working overtime?"

Sam, who had his back to the door, heard David's voice and replied first: "I arranged some work for her to get familiar with the company, and she didn't want to postpone it until next week, so..."

"By the way, boss~"

"There is a guest who has been waiting for you for a long time~"

As he spoke, Sam took a step aside. Gayden Milken, dressed in a straight suit, nodded to David and smiled.

“Good morning~”

"Sorry! I didn't make a reservation in advance. I originally wanted to try my luck here today~"

David smiled and waved his hand: "Come on, let's go inside and talk~ Sam, you come too."

"Maggie, can you get us some coffee?"

"Ok~"

----

new York.

The Queen.

Old Malkin stood at the door of his home, watching his second daughter Polly hurriedly get into the car, quickly disappeared around the corner, closed the door, walked to the living room and sat down next to the phone.

He didn't expect that Polly attended the Blue Crystal cocktail party with David last night and would have the opportunity to talk directly to Mayor Lynch to finalize the real estate development project.

Now, what lies before Old Malkin are two related issues.

He needs to first decide which two properties to develop, and then find a way to get the neighborhood owners committee together~

Thinking of this, Old Malkin got up and found the New York map he just bought a few days ago. After spreading it out, he lay on it and studied it.

----

Manhattan area.

Columbia University, inside the library.

Pankodi Silas, a junior at the School of Business, held two books in his hands and looked around. .

After a while, he found his target, freshman Miranla Webster, at a table by the window.

Pankedi stood there, and after brewing his emotions for a while, he strode to Miranla's side and said softly.

"Hi, Miranla ~ What a coincidence, we meet again!"

Miranla raised her head with a confused expression, and when she saw it was Pankedi, she smiled politely.

"Hi~ Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Um... No, I just wanted to find two books to kill time on the weekend. I didn't expect to meet you here..."

Pankodi felt like he couldn't make up such a clichéd and lame excuse anymore. .

Milan spread her hands and made an expression: I am very busy, if you have nothing to do, you can leave first.

Pankedi's face turned a little red, he gritted his teeth, sat directly opposite Miranla, and whispered.

"I.."

"I am married!"

"I know, but I..."

"A nerd like you is not my type!"

"So, stop thinking about it~"

"No, no, don't refuse in a hurry, I..."

Miranla raised her hand, stopped Pankedi's explanation, and said seriously: "I was able to come to Columbia University to study because my husband asked friends for help to send me here."

"He doesn't want to see me like my mother, who has to be a busy housewife in her house all day long."

"So, I'm here to study, not to fall in love or have an extramarital affair with you... Do you understand?"

"If you really still have some friendship with me as an alumni, please help give me a quiet and complete space so that I can get enough credits quickly! Okay?"

After Miranla finished speaking, she smiled politely at him, lowered her head, and started studying again. .

Pankodi Silas was completely mute. His neck was a little red, and he couldn't say a word. .

after a little while.

Pankedi smiled sadly, shook his head, stood up quietly, and left.

Miranla glanced at the back of him leaving, and gave another thumbs up to her decision to fill in the married form in the student file. .

----

Manhattan, 42rd Street.

Allston Auxiliary Police Office.

The office, which usually had few people, was now packed with people. .

Auston stood on his desk, holding the serial killer clue provided by Sonny in his hand, and repeated it loudly to everyone. .

After a few minutes.

After reading the clues for the third time, Auston spread his hands to everyone and said, "The opportunity to earn bounties has been placed in front of everyone~"

"We need to find the old brown Ford sedan first, and then determine whether its owner is the murderer who committed the serial murders~"

"Here, I want to remind you!"

"The task of arresting him will be handled by the heavily armed soldiers of the DA Security Company!"

"You just need to find him as quickly as possible from New York, Long Island, or New Jersey, keep an eye on him, and call me!"

"Don't try to act like a hero and get greedy and try to get the bounty all to yourself..."

"You have guns, so should the murderer."

"Don't give away your life for this little money~ Do you understand?"

"fxxx! What nonsense are you talking about..."

"Haha~ If I find him and shoot him first, can I also get the reward?"

"Bah~ According to what you say, if I go out and kill a random guy, I can get a reward for dragging him back?"

"Hahaha~ You **** are now auxiliary police officers, are you still going to kill people on the street?"

"I.."

Auston covered his forehead, feeling his brain hurt and shouted loudly: "Okay, okay~ Get out of here!"

"Hahaha~ Does anyone want to go to Long Island with me and try your luck?"

"Yeah~ I'm going to Yonkers, who's going with me?"

"shxx! Are you going to Yonkers? Do you miss those beauties standing on the street? Hahaha~"

"Come on, who's going to Queens? My car is right outside the door~"

"Brooklyn! Has anyone been to Brooklyn? I'm very familiar with that area. Who's going to follow me? I promise, I won't encounter any robbers."

The noisy auxiliary police officers who had not yet shed their gangster spirit spontaneously found their companions, walked out of the office in twos and threes, and quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

After a while.

The office fell silent.

Auston tasted the latest batch of high-end coffee imported from Brazil and waited for the arrival of the next batch of auxiliary police officers.

----

Wall Street.

The door of Stanley Building.

Bloomer, who rushed back from Washington, led several people into the building.

On the fourth floor, in David's office.

David, Gayden Milken, and Sam drank coffee and talked about cooperation.

"Mr. Milken, you must have made a decision when you came to me today, right?"

"That's right~ I have resigned~!"

"oh?.."

David really didn't expect that Gaydon Milken, who looked like Douglas, would act so decisively.

He pondered for a moment, then turned to Sam and said, "Last night, I heard someone mention that the New York Mercantile Exchange will list a new category of refined oil products, heating oil, next Monday."

"You contact Bernard Madoff and confirm the funding again."

"When the market opens next Monday, we will first buy the longest-term heating oil futures contract for $2000 million."

Sam hesitated for a moment and said: "2000 million? More leverage? Who can I ask for more leverage?"

"Pine should also come to Stanley to work today. You can ask him these questions later!"

"Okay~"

After David finished speaking, he picked up the microphone on the table and dialed.

After a few minutes.

He put down the phone, stood up and smiled at Gayden Milken: "Let's go, let's meet Stanley CEO Nelunt Ramon."

"Okay!" Milken nodded happily.

. . .

After a while.

In Nelent Ramon's office.

David sat down and joked to Nylent: "You, the new CEO, don't even take weekends off? Are you so hardworking?"

"Haha~ Isn't it thanks to you?"

"...Okay~ You work overtime, this is also my fault..."

Nylent glanced at Gayden Milken, whom David had just introduced, and smiled: "Our internal personnel adjustments in the past two days are nearing completion."

"The overall structure and responsible persons of each new department have also been basically determined."

"Today is the last batch of layoffs. In the afternoon, there will be a job fair to recruit more mature and experienced elites to fill the new department~"

"There are layoffs again... How many people are you going to recruit for this afternoon's recruitment?"

"Initial plan, 50 people~"

"Then... shall we follow you and recruit some people together?"

Nylent raised his eyebrows, pointed at David with the pen in his hand and said helplessly: "Do you still remember that you have a consultant position in Stanley?"

"You... are poaching in plain sight like this, isn't it good?"

"What's wrong with this? It's not like we're making it easier for outsiders~"

"Milken has resigned and joined my company."

"The reason I'm here this time is to discuss with you about letting Stanley buy shares in my new company."

"Invest in shares?"

Nylent became interested and asked curiously: "What other crazy idea have you come up with?"

David crossed his legs, rolled his eyes and said, "Milken, come and talk to President Nerrent~"

"..OK!"

Gayden Milken, under Nellent's gaze, adjusted his sitting posture, quickly sorted out the plans David had mentioned, and some of his new ideas, and explained them in a clear and coherent manner.

Nylent sat back in his chair, frowning at first, and then he caught a glimpse of David's old godly look, and his expression turned to confusion.

After Milken finished speaking, he raised a very critical question: "Underwriting bonds... This idea is very practical and a good idea."

“But where do you want to go, with companies that are eager to issue bonds?”

"New York Stock Exchange, Nasdaq, as long as they are listed companies, they are our potential customers!"

"Then...are you mentally prepared for a research work of this magnitude?"

Gayden Milken turned to look at David.

David smiled and spread his hands and said: "So, in the early days when our team is not complete, we will first become partners with Moody's, Danaus and other credit rating companies on Wall Street~"

“The rating research basis materials they provide are our first step in screening!”

"In the second step, we can find a business investigation company to provide detailed information on the company's operating conditions."

"We can once again eliminate a group of companies that do not meet our requirements from these materials, leaving the last high-quality corporate customers with the potential to repay bonds."

"As for the commercial investigation company, I have asked Odis Parker to set it up~"

"As for the major credit rating companies, we need you to come forward and help us discuss cooperation."

There was a look on Nylent's face: I knew you would have such a plan. .Expression~smiling.

"If you let us become a shareholder, it must not be just for this, right?"

"Of course!"

"The focus of the bond underwriting plan is also on the investment customers who are willing to take risks and buy these bonds!"

"Gayden Milken has accumulated a certain reputation in the junk bond market in the past two years and has many old customers~"

"But these are far from enough!"

"Among Stanley's clients, there are also investors with adventurous spirit, right?"

"I think they will also be interested in this kind of low-risk, high-yield bond."

Nylent shook his head noncommittally: "You put forward so many conditions for us to take shares. How will the shares be distributed?"

"How about 10% for Milken, 40% for Stanley, 40% for me, and the remaining 10% for possible new shareholders in the future?"

"No, you can't take 40%!"

Nylent quickly calculated and said: "If your shares are reduced, you will become a hands-off shopkeeper again, and you will not be able to remember it in the future."

"We... take 35%, you take more, 45%!"

"Um..Okay~"

David didn't bother to explain anything anymore, he just listened to Nylent's arrangements.

"What about the registered capital? How much are you going to write?"

"Hmm... 500 million dollars?"

"It won't take that much!"

Nylent didn't speak, and Guy Milken answered first.

David just said that he would be given 10% of the company's shares and 500 million registered capital, which was equivalent to giving him 50 dollars in vain. .

Nylent looked at him, smiled kindly, and advised David: "One million dollars is enough~"

"This new company does not participate in investment. It only earns intermediate fees and does not use that much money."

"Haha~ I just don't need it now, but I will definitely use it in the future~"

"Huh? You... have any follow-up plans?"

"Of course!"

"The junk bond and underwriting bond markets are very limited and small-scale markets~"

"When this company matures, the name Gayden Milken will become a new business card on Wall Street!"

"Um...then what?"

"No more! It's too early to tell now~"

"you.."

Nylent felt a little itchy and was speechless. .

David stood up with a smile, patted Milken on the shoulder, and continued: "The new company will be placed on the fourth floor~"

"I'll rent the entire fourth floor. The rent... I'll give it to you tomorrow~ I don't have any money now!"

"You...bastard!"

"Hahaha~Thank you for the compliment~"

"Let Milken and Sam come to talk to you about the follow-up details~ Let's go first!"

After saying that, David turned and walked directly to the door.

Gaydon Milken smiled at Nellent and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Ramon."

"Hmm..." Nylent responded calmly.

But what he didn't expect was that this boy David ran back and asked him in a low voice not even a minute after he walked out.

"Why didn't you go to the Blue Crystal Hotel last night?"

"...That kind of cocktail party has nothing to do with me~ Why should I go?"

"Um...what about tonight? What are your plans?"

Nylent looked at David inexplicably and thought for a moment: "No arrangements~ What? Do you want to treat me to dinner?"

"Tsk~ It seems... the old man has come up with some weird idea..."

"Old man? Who is it?"

"Ahem~ No one~ Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, understand? I'm leaving~"

Nylent watched David running out in a hurry, with a big question mark rising on his head.

What the hell is this brat doing?

----

Manhattan area.

Plaza Hotel.

House D. Stanfield, the FBI executive who took over the security work outside the hotel from FBI Director Harold Stone, was sitting on a bench on the street opposite the hotel, enjoying the sun.

after a little while.

One of his FBI men came over and whispered something in his ear, which made House frown.

He turned to look at the man waving in the distance, pondered for a moment, stood up, and walked towards that man.

After a few minutes.

House stood on the street looking at the Plaza Hotel in the distance and sighed: "Mr. Parker, I thought we would never meet again in this life~"

Otis Parker, wearing a double-breasted dark windbreaker, holding a civilized stick in his hand, sighed in the same way with a somewhat divergent look.

"I didn't expect that I could come back to New York and stand here chatting with you..."

"Haha~ I still have work to do, so it's not convenient to talk about old times~"

"Tell me, if you come to me suddenly, something must be wrong!"

"Um.."

"I recruited a few helpers to come to New York. They are currently detained at the airport by the CIA and will not be released until tomorrow morning~"

"I need to say hello to you in advance about this~"

"Helps? Who are they?"

"Gardener, beetle and dragonfly~"

House silently repeated the nicknames of the three people and asked doubtfully: "Where are their names and specific information?"

"cia has their real information, you can check it~"

"But you can rest assured!"

"They come to New York just to make a living~"

"Huh~haha~ Ordinary people's life? It's not that simple, easy, and relaxing~"

Mr. Parker shrugged indifferently: "If they still have other intentions in coming to New York."

"You will find their bodies!"

Mr. House narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at Otis Parker: "When did you become so cruel?"

"Change?"

"No~ I just want to live!"

"Life? Your life is so damn wonderful!"

"Hehe~"

"Is that all?"

"Um.."

"What do you want to do with the two cardinals you brought for Harold Stone?"

"Hahaha~ Do you know who they are?"

"Brotney Mecia, you should remember it, right?"

"Mecia...is she still called that?"

"Of course, that's her real name."

Mr. House was silent.

Mexia, how long has it been since he heard this name?

How long has he wanted to forget? .That woman?

----

New Jersey.

Jersey City, in the Serapno family's strip club.

Junior Serapno looked at Pacio Herrera who was visiting again and smiled like an old fox.

"We can agree to the conditions you put forward~"

"However, you have to pay for the price..."

"Of course I'll give you a discount, [-]% off...how about it?"

"it is good!"

Junior generously extended his right hand to Pazio and laughed: "As long as you can ensure a stable supply of cocaine every month, I can guarantee you payment on delivery without default!"

"Ok ~ I wish us a happy cooperation!"

"Hahaha~ We should have a drink!"

"That...shark head, give me that bottle..."

Pazio couldn't help but laugh when he saw Junior's excitement.

The first distributor here in New York, done!