Manhattan Reborn 1978

New Jersey.

As a gang that has been entrenched in New Jersey for three generations and decades, the Serprano family gang has strong control over several satellite towns in the greater New York area near New York City.

For example, Newark, the largest city in New Jersey, and Jersey City, the second largest city.

Junior Soprano, the second in command of the family gang, hears about the New York police briefing on the serial killer.

The auxiliary police officers sent by the security company to New York to join the police, as well as two people who originally belonged to the Sidrich family, came to him for help and promised to split the bounty in half. .

Although the New York police offered a reward of tens of thousands of dollars, Junior really didn't take this small amount of money seriously. .

But this is an opportunity!

A good opportunity to make friends with many forces at once!

Therefore, Junior still followed the promise he made to the two auxiliary police officers who asked him for help, and sent out a large number of manpower to find the damn old brown Ford sedan and the serial killer who didn't know where they were. .

. . .

In the early morning sunshine.

Junior and his subordinates, Sharkhead, moved a few tables and chairs and sat at the entrance of the strip club at the headquarters, drinking hot coffee and chatting comfortably. .

After a while.

When Junior was about to drive around to collect debts from two debtors, one of his men drove the car and made a 90-degree brake in front of him. .

"Hey ~ we found it!"

Junior spread his hands in confusion and asked, "Speak more clearly. What did you find?"

"Huhu~ Car!"

"We found the brown Ford sedan~"

"It was dumped in a corner of the harbor dock on the Heckenseck River Peninsula in Jersey City."

Junior was stunned for a moment when he heard the news, and then asked: "Are you sure this is the car we are looking for?"

"Should...right~"

"That car has the right color and model, and it looks very clean. It should be the car we are looking for."

"Hmm... have you left someone there to watch?"

"There is one person left, and I am the only one who will come back to report to you!"

"it is good!"

"Shark Head, take two people to the car to keep an eye on it, and then find the nearest phone number and call me."

"When people from New York come, show them the way and leave the rest to them~"

"Understand~"

Shark Head greeted the two people excitedly, got into the car and followed the person who reported the news, and ran away quickly.

But Junior frowned~

That fucking serial killer, dumped his car in Jersey City. .What do you want to do?

Could it be. .Has that kid been hiding somewhere in New Jersey this whole time?

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new York.

Manhattan area.

David woke up from his sleep while rubbing his forehead~

Last night, he stayed up late at the nightclub with everyone at the Wildfire Bar and his friends.

He yelled at Xinni that he would never return until he got drunk, but when he actually drank, he gave up. .He just lay down on the sofa and started pretending to be dead. .

David knew very well that if he had to, he would never drink to the point where his memory was fragmented. .

When a person drinks too much or stops drinking, he becomes a different self. .

Dare to say anything and do anything. .

David holds too many secrets in his heart~

He couldn't let one of his wanton indulgences ruin everything he had now and his future!

. . .

David now feels very thirsty, light-headed, his bladder hurts from holding back urine, and there is still acidic water churning in his stomach. .

In short, except for the limbs and hair, no part of the body was comfortable. .

He sat up from the bed, glanced at Susan, who was still sleeping, and walked to the bathroom in a daze. .

After more than 20 minutes.

After taking a shower and drinking a large glass of water, David put on his clothes and went downstairs, regardless of the wet water stains on his body, and ran to the Marseille restaurant. .

Ten minutes later.

David drank two glasses of milk, ate a piece of cheese and butter toast and two fried eggs before he felt better in his stomach.

He picked up the bacon on the plate with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, and said to the one-eyed Andres Salazar sitting opposite.

"Do you only eat this little? Breakfast is very important, you must eat more!"

Andres shook his head helplessly and smiled: "While you were sleeping in, we had already had a meal here..."

"Ah~? Oh..."

"Then what's on your plate...do you still eat it?"

"...No~"

"Haha~ Then they are all mine!"

"Man, let me tell you, there are still many people who can't even have a full meal every day, so food must not be wasted~"

Andres, holding the coffee in his hand, looked at David with one eye as he ate the cheap breakfast on the plate as if he were eating delicacies, and felt inexplicably touched in his heart.

After a few minutes.

He put down the coffee cup and asked David, who was rubbing his belly and looking satisfied, "Do you need me to call your bodyguards?"

"Um...forget it~"

"Today is Sunday, we should have some rest~"

"I think... I'll go for a drive in the countryside with my friends today, or... watch two movies that can make people laugh."

"what do you think?"

Andres stood up with a smile and said, "That sounds pretty good~"

"Okay~ Haha~ That's it!"

After David said "booking" to the boss Marseille, he walked out of the restaurant with one-eyed Andres.

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The Bronx, 136th Street.

Xinni, the former gang leader, was sitting by the window of a small bar, writing and drawing on paper with a pen.

After a while.

At the door, two people pushed the door open and entered.

Xinni raised his head, waved to the person coming, and said with a smile: "Hey, Karu, come and sit!"

Kalu walked over to Xinni and sat down next to him. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for both of them, blew out a puff of smoke and introduced it to Xinni.

"This is Gino Bachwin. He has been a producer at Columbia Records for 11 years and has a lot of experience~"

Xinni looked up and down. The big black fat man, Gino Bachwin, who seemed a little nervous and tired, said with a smile.

"You can call me Xinni!"

Gino Bachwin took off his hat and smiled slightly at Xinni: "You can call me Fat Gino."

"Hahaha~ Indeed... How much do you weigh? 400 pounds?" (about 180 kilograms)

"Um...just a little more..."

Xinni smiled and raised his eyebrows, pointing to the chair opposite and asking Fatty Gino to sit down.

"Take it easy, man~"

"I invited you here today because of the new record company I bought..."

Xinni briefly explained the record company's development plan and some new ideas that David proposed last night.

Fat Gino took out a handkerchief from somewhere, wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck, nodded repeatedly, and responded.

"These ideas of yours are great!"

"There are many unknown singers in New York who perform in nightclubs and clubs, and they all have good foundations~"

"I only know a few people, and their potential is very high and very exploitable~"

After Xinni listened, he recalled that there seemed to be some male and female singers who sang very well on the small stage that he had never paid attention to before.

"Hmm... So, you are willing to come to our record company and serve as a manager?"

"Of course!~ I will only do music in this life, and... I can only do music-related work..."

As he said that, Fatty Gino patted his big belly with some self-mockery~

Xinni and Karu chuckled.

"Ok~ Starting from tomorrow, you can come to work in the company~ This is the address~!"

"Ok, thank you!"

"Haha~ Let's see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow!"

Fat Gino stood up with his hands on the table, nodded slightly to Xinni and Carew, and walked out of the bar with some staggering steps.

Xinni looked at his back and couldn't help but smile: "Where did you find this guy?"

Karu smiled and waved his hand, turned around and walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of rum, added ice, and said.

"He has a nickname, Fatty Molushu..."

"It turns out that when he has a regular job and income, he often comes to our casino to play a few games~"

"Slowly, everyone knows... This guy always loses every time he bets at the gambling table, and he is very addicted to gambling~"

"As time went by, people gave Fat Gino a new nickname: Fatty Potato... which means: Unlucky Potato..."

"Mooshu...hahaha~"

"How much did he lose with us?"

Kalu took a sip of wine and said with a relaxed expression and a hint of weirdness: "Except for the clothes he is wearing and the broken car outside the door, he has lost everything~"

"fxxx!~!"

Sinney thought it would be fun. .I didn’t expect this guy to be a bad gambler! ?

Seeing Xinni's dissatisfied expression, Carew smiled and explained: "Fat Gino has worked at Columbia Records for many years and has very rich experience in music production~"

"Just because he is a black man and has bad gambling habits, he doesn't have a chance to get promoted~"

"Last night, when you called me, he was also in the casino."

"At that time, his luck was as bad as ever...I asked my men to do something to make him owe us a sum of money."

"Just now, he and I have already reached an agreement~"

"Before the money is repaid, if he goes for bad gambling again, I will hide from him!"

Xinni smacked his mouth and asked curiously: "How much does he... owe?"

"Sixteen thousand~"

"Hahaha~ You are so cruel!"

Kalu shrugged indifferently: "So, from now on, you just need to find him a place to live, give him some daily living expenses every month, and buy a few decent suits... He is yours!"

"...Okay~"

Xinni looked down at what he had just written, thought for a while and said: "He alone... is not enough!"

"Please help me think again, is there any suitable candidate?"

Karu held the wine glass, walked to Xinni and sat down again, rubbed his chin and thought for a while before speaking.

"There really is this person... He is a singer and musician born and raised in the Bronx."

"However, I have only helped in some small recording studios in Manhattan, so I have no experience..."

"Hmm~ What's his name?"

"Luther Vandross~"

"Luther... I've never heard of it~"

"Find some time, ask him to come, let's meet~"

"Ok!"

Karu nodded in agreement and resisted the urge to talk.

When Sinny called last night, he mentioned that he and David met by chance in a nightclub and chatted about the record company.

David!

Carew didn't know when he would. .Find it?

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Manhattan area.

42nd Street, Wildfire Bar.

Last night, David asked everyone to go out and have fun. In the middle of the night, the bar was temporarily closed. .

Today, only old Red and little Zach were sitting at the bar, watching TV and drinking beer. .

at the door.

David put his arms around Susan, who was smiling all over her face, and walked into the bar first.

After seeing Old Rhett and the two of them, he smiled and said hello: "Good morning, guys!"

The little Zach, with a grimace on his face, pretended to complain to Susan: "I should have gone with you last night if I had known..."

Susan rolled her eyes at him, turned towards the warehouse behind the bar, and smiled disdainfully: "That girl last night...are you willing to let her go?"

The little Zach rolled his eyes a few times, smiled and stopped talking. .

Old Rhett got David a bottle of beer from the bar, handed it to him and said, "What other temporary plans do you have today?"

"Working here? Have a day of fun?"

David refused the offered beer and said with a smile: "Later, I'm going to go for a ride in New Jersey with my motorcycle goddess Susan!"

"Motorcycle...goddess?"

"Yeah~ I don't know how to ride a motorcycle anyway. The motorcycle parked in the warehouse can only be ridden by Susan..."

When the little Zach heard about motorcycles, he became energetic again and interjected: "I can also ride a motorcycle!"

"David, how about that motorcycle... let me play with it for a few days?"

"you?"

David stood up, put his hand on the head of the little Zach, gestured to his stomach, shook his head and smiled.

"You...just forget it~"

"When you ride a motorcycle, your feet can't even touch the ground...how can you ride a bike?"

Old Rhett laughed heartily on the side. .

He also added: "You ride a bike... Hahaha~ It always reminds me of... the way the little raccoon rides a motorcycle~"

"Hahaha~"

The little Zach was very angry. Just as he was about to defend himself, he heard Susan's voice coming from behind him: "If you want to ride a bike, go save your own money and buy one. Don't try to get rid of my motorcycle!"

David smiled and shrugged at him, spreading his hands and saying, "You heard it all... I can't help you, man~"

The little Zach curled his lips and turned to his brother, the big Zach, who was standing at the door of the bar and shouted.

"Hey~ you heard everything!?"

"Starting next month, let's save money together and buy me a new motorcycle!"

Zach, the big man, turned his head to the side and began to study. .This door, why is it so beautiful? . ?

"Hahahaha~"

In the bar, laughter suddenly broke out. .

. . .

outside the bar.

Black Mike got a motorcycle from nowhere. He was wearing a zipper jacket and sunglasses. He was riding on the motorcycle very coolly. He propped himself on the ground with one long leg and blew Susan who was pushing the motorcycle out. Loud whistle~

The second brother Lavis and the third brother Giovanni, standing behind Black Mike, were all staring at the big black eyes, blowing out smoke and watching the excitement happily. .

David, who was following Susan, raised his middle finger to Black Mike and pretended to be angry: "Hey, boy, I'll give you a good look later!"

Black Mike pretended to be surprised and lowered his head slightly, took off half of his glasses, and laughed at David: "What? In addition to riding a bicycle... you also learned to ride a motorcycle?"

"fxxxyou!"

"Hahaha~"

With the help of the big man Zach, Susan pushed the car onto the road, put on her helmet gracefully, and said to David with a hooked finger: "Come on, baby~ I'll take you for a ride!"

"Haha~ Here we come!"

"Go, go, go!"

A sound of hoofbeats from a motorcycle's carburetor engine spurted out from the exhaust pipe.

This small, improvised convoy headed towards New Jersey. .

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Manhattan area.

The fifth floor of a hotel.

The door of a room was opened, and a middle-aged man with sparse hair walked out, carrying a large briefcase. He nodded slightly to the people in the room and left.

in the room.

Griselda Blanco, the drug lord who came to New York from Miami, sat back on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

She found paper and pen and roughly recorded the conversation between the two of them from memory.

ten minutes later.

She held the record in her hand with an excited smile on her face. .

The balding middle-aged man who had just left was Odis Parker, the money laundering middleman who had promised her. .

After this professional's popular science, Blanco realized that his original money laundering methods were simply too much. .It’s low-level~

The leaving middleman took away dozens of licensing agreements signed by Blanco in his briefcase.

The overall operation process is very simple.

Blanco will establish an import and export trading joint-stock company and dozens of trading branches in Florida~

Their business scope is very broad~

Up to large-scale projects, ship machinery, airplanes, trains, and ocean-going freighters. .

Down to orange juice, wheat, bananas, sugar cane, coffee beans. .

As long as you can't think of anything, there is absolutely nothing it doesn't sell. .

As a result, Griselda Blanco had great convenience in the transportation of cocaine.

Moreover, the large amounts of black money and cash she earned from the cocaine business can all flow out of the United States from the accounts of these companies and enter the bank accounts of several tax haven companies in the world. .

Wait until it can be as short as one week or as long as two weeks.

This amount of money has been transferred around in many company accounts and banks around the world~

After flowing back into Blanco's Florida Joint Stock Company, the money is all clean!

Their current accounts are clear and auditable and completely legal, and the company also pays full taxes to the U.S. Federal Bureau of Taxation and the Florida Department of Revenue every year. .

This. .

What is a major?

This is what he calls professional!

The above two sentences are the biggest voice in Blanco's heart right now. .

Emm. .

In the slightly ironic words of the middleman just now: "When it comes to money laundering, a picture will appear in many people's minds."

"The two parties were in a hidden place, holding boxes of cash in their hands, making ulterior transactions..."

"Hehe~"

"As everyone knows...the largest money laundering institutions have always been, and will only be, those large and small commercial banks in the world..."

"Actually, if you want to launder a small amount of black money, although the risk is small, the cost is also very high~"

"When the customer listened to our service fee quotation, which greatly exceeded their psychological expectations... the order was gone~"

"So, professional middlemen like me will only accept large, long-term, and stable customers."

"Ms. Blanco, my business acceptance standard is a minimum of 1000 million dollars per transaction!"

"I personally will take a 1000% commission from the [-] million dollars~"

"Of course, this commission is not calculated continuously as your capital scale expands. Its capped amount is 100 million dollars!"

"That is, for 5000 million knives, I will charge a commission of 100 million knives. For 100 million knives, I will also charge a commission of [-] million knives."

"And the largest part of this whitewashing fee will also set different levels of tiered charging prices as its scale expands."

"For example: for $1000 million, we will charge 21% of the fee in the overall process, excluding my personal commission."

"For 5000 million dollars, we will only charge 19%~"

"For 18 million dollars, we will only charge [-]% of the fees and so on~"

. . .

in the room.

After Blanco carefully memorized this record, he burned it with a lighter~

In the past, she had come into contact with many money laundering middlemen with different channels~

Some of these damn vampires are business managers in a certain bank. .

Some are big scammers who go around accepting business in the name of professional channel merchants. .

Blanco, because of money laundering, paid a lot of tuition and learned a lot of strange knowledge. .

But this time, Blanco felt himself. .Make a lot of money!

With a mere $4000 million and the $6000 million advanced for Pablo Escobar, a low-cost, stable, and efficient money laundering channel was obtained. .

This is definitely something Blanco would never have imagined before coming to New York. .good luck!

The annual cash transactions between Blanco and Colombian Pablo and Cali cartel drug lords, as well as Mexican drug lords, are measured in tens of billions of dollars. .

Now that she has this money laundering channel in hand, she can no longer work as a middleman for wholesale cocaine and make money that will be remembered at any time. .Hard earned money.

She can undertake the money laundering business of all the drug lords she has ever cooperated with in the United States, Colombia, and Mexico!

Even if she only takes a [-]% commission from each business.

She can sit at home and make a few phone calls every year, earning hundreds of millions or more than a billion dollars in second-hand middleman commissions~

Such easy money. .

Isn't it easier and safer than fighting against those greedy gangs and fools every day, fighting each other and fighting to the death?

She took a few deep breaths, suppressed her excitement, walked to the window, stood in the shadow by the window, looked out, and murmured softly.

"Odis Parker!"

"Da...security company!"

"Hehe~"

"New York, I...will be back!"

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Manhattan area.

Plaza Hotel.