Manhattan Reborn 1978

a new day.

David sat neatly dressed in the Marseille restaurant, eating breakfast and reading the newspaper.

In today's newspapers, there was nothing current news that could attract his special attention~

Most of them are follow-up reports from some recent news.

However, some small square news published on the pages of the New York Times caught his attention.

"Our reporter yesterday interviewed Mr. George Balanchine, who served as the artistic director of the New York Ballet for most of his life and contributed countless classic works of art to us."

"George Balanchine, although he mainly worked in the United States, was a choreographer who belonged to the world."

"Almost every major ballet company in the world has performed at least one of his ballets."

"So far, the total number of works Balanchine has arranged has exceeded 400!"

"That doesn't even count the ballets, operas and musicals he choreographed."

"..."

"Mr. Balanchine, who is 74 years old this year, was forced to relinquish his duties in 1972 due to poor health."

"In the past few years while he was recuperating, he still did not give up his enthusiasm for music and choreography adaptation and creation."

"..."

David was not familiar with George Balanchine, a world-class figure in the ballet industry mentioned in this small square news.

But the last paragraph of this piece of news made him, a person from the future, feel quite sad after reading it. .

“There was a time when we were thrilled by the innovative fusion of symphony and jazz in George Balanchine’s Who Cares?”

"In our work "Double Concerto" in 72, the heroine wore a light blue-green costume, and the male actor wore a dark blue-purple costume, and danced in a dance that combined ballet, tap, social and Broadway song and dance styles. . . I feel the passion and impulse hidden under reason expressed by the dancers!”

"..."

“We are now in the midst of another period of great change in cultural history.”

"Poets in New York are unwilling to introduce Hollywood directors to their poet friends~"

"Because they are worried that their friends will think that the movies directed by Hollywood directors are too low-level..."

"There are also some novelists who have released and published their latest works, but will withdraw the right to sell them because of some flaw in the work, and then spend a few years trying to figure it out."

“Elegance and vulgarity are both prevalent in the city we live in~”

"But we still have many partners with the same interests who can work together to move forward~"

"Whether they are writers, painters, dramatists, or dancers, they all hope from the bottom of their hearts... or are willing to become martyrs for art~"

"Art is not the unmistakable graffiti on the New York subway~"

"It will not be killed by those XX pictorials placed on the street and sold to the public!"

"It will not be sentenced to death by some people who shout on TV that art is dead!"

"us.."

Emm. .

A small news report revealed this young literary editor’s indignation and unwillingness towards New York today. .

Art or something. .

David didn't really understand.

But David knew that what this editor called "vulgarity" would completely affect future generations of Americans~

There may even be people in the future who are so imaginative that they wrap this "vulgar" cultural product with a thick layer of sugar-coating and export it to every corner of the world, hyping up the so-called "freedom and dreams." .

Free and not free. .David Coleman now sees it clearly~

A dream. .

David, you really have a dream that you want to realize!

. . .

After tilting his head and sighing for a while, David moved his eyes to another piece of news that interested him.

It is also a report from Montreal, Canada, reprinted by the New York Times.

"According to the latest meteorological observation report, there is a cold wave forming from northeastern Canada and the northwest Atlantic Ocean. It will land in Montreal, Canada in three days!"

"Some meteorological experts said that this cold wave will bring about a large-scale cooling that will last for several days in the early winter of this year in Canada."

"..."

"Judging from the direction of movement of this cold current, it will pass through eastern Canada, continue to move south, form an arc, and enter the northeastern United States."

"Eventually, it will pass through North Carolina and South Carolina in the eastern United States, then slowly turn and return to the Atlantic Ocean."

"..."

"We predict that this cold wave will bring a rapid cooling to Montreal, with the temperature drop reaching 8-11 degrees. Please..."

When David looked at the closing words of this report, he felt as if a big pie from the sky had hit his head.

Cold snap. .Cool down!

The heating oil futures contract was only listed yesterday~

Today, the newspaper said: Winter in New York will arrive more than half a month early. . ?

This. .

Even with the arrival of this cold wave, the temperature in New York will drop only slightly~

This should also be considered for heating oil futures contracts. .Big good news, right?

God, are you helping him?

Do not!

David felt that the face of Judith K. Morgan (Julie) appeared in front of his eyes~

I remembered the conversation between the two when they first met; I recalled his scrutinizing gaze when he came to David's office specially; and his temporary change of seats at the dining table in the Rockefeller Manor on Long Island. .

Also, when he went to the party that night, why did Leslie pick him up in person?

Was Leslie hinting at something in their conversation in the car on the way to Long Island?

Then, after sending him to the place, Leslie left?

Is it. .

Were the early listing of the heating oil futures contract, the lackluster trading performance on the trading floor on the first day, and the reprint of the weather forecast all planned?

Is it Julie?

Or was everyone at the party that night involved?

After David connected these independent things and thought about it for a while, he wondered why he had become a conspiracy theorist?

Emm. .

hehe~

Forget it~

Why do you think so much?

Regardless of whether these things have been planned in advance as he imagined~

He is one of the winners!

However, David secretly reminded himself that he must be more careful when meeting and dealing with these old foxes in the future. .

You must pay more attention!

You can't be that fool who was sold by others and still counting their money. .

. . .

Marseille Restaurant.

Just as David finished his breakfast and was about to leave, a young man who surprised him came in at the door of the restaurant, Tim, a young man from Morrison Town.

"Hi...Tim?"

"Hahaha~ You are indeed here!"

"I just have to deliver to the Wildfire Bar today~"

"I heard they said you would have breakfast here every day, so I stopped by to see you~"

David hugged Tim's shoulders affectionately and smiled: "Come on, man, sit down first!"

"Have you had your breakfast?"

"Not yet~ I only drank two bottles of juice when I came here..."

"Haha~ Marseille, give my friend the best breakfast!"

"... Got it, come right away!"

After the two sat down, they chatted about their respective situations in recent days.

Tim talked about David Sr.’s plan to expand the soda and beverage factories, and complained that he could no longer recruit workers from small towns and could only recruit unfamiliar strangers from outside to work in the factories.

David was quite puzzled and asked: "Does everyone in this small town have work?"

"Yeah... that's right~"

"Some time ago, after the new machines came into the factory, Old David organized everyone to use their own trucks to transport agricultural products for making juice to the soda factory to earn some extra money~"

"Many people have tasted the benefits and used their houses as mortgage loans to buy larger trucks to transport goods to the factory."

"Later, old David saw that no one was willing to come to the factory to be a worker or do hard work, and preferred to drive his own truck to deliver goods~"

"Just let them sign a transportation contract with Da Transportation Company~"

After hearing this, David nodded slightly, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What about you? Didn't you buy yourself a new truck?"

Tim chewed his breakfast and curled his lips and said, "I never thought I would be a truck driver in this life!"

"That's right! You also have a restaurant at home that you need to inherit...haha~"

"Tch~" Tim rolled his eyes at David who was teasing him unhappily and buried himself in his breakfast.

After a few minutes.

After filling his stomach, Tim wiped his mouth, hesitated, and said to David with an awkward smile.

"Um...I don't have much to do today~"

"So I thought..."

David blinked and instantly understood what his old friend meant, and continued: "You want to go to the set and see Lori?"

"Uh...yeah~"

"Tsk, tsk~ You are...going to indulge in it!"

"Can you tell me what you like about her?"

Tim lowered his head slightly in embarrassment and whispered: "Um... do you need a reason for liking her?"

"fxxx~! Don't you need it?"

"Of course not!"

"Ever since I watched her "Little Red Riding Hood", I feel that she is simply a goddess given to the world by God!"

"Every smile and every move she makes is so charming..."

David slowly opened his mouth and waved his hands quickly: "Stop, stop, stop~ I understand, man!"

He chewed the flower seeds, thought about it, and said to his expectant friend Tim.

"Listen, man!"

"When I was working at the Wildfire Bar, Lori was my old customer and friend~"

"I have no intention of interfering with your liking for her, and I have no intention of despising her~"

"But I don't want to be killed by your family with a gun because of this incident..."

"do you understand me?"

Tim nodded with a stiff expression, indicating that he knew what he was doing. .

David took a deep breath and waved to Mike Bai, who was sitting not far away and listened to the excitement with his ears raised: "I leave Tim to you!"

"Hahaha~ok!"

Mike Bai walked up to Tim with a smile, pulled him up and walked straight out, smiling and saying: "You kid, you are very suitable to my taste~"

"Today, I will take you to a few more studios to open your eyes ~ hahaha ~"

. . .

Tim is gone.

David was left sitting there thinking.

The family's factory can bring a stable income and job to the residents of Morrison Town during the current economic crisis.

This is a great thing!

But bringing people back home to make things prosperous together may not necessarily bring them gratitude and respect as expected.

Endless greed and the constant desire to get more are the devil hidden in people’s hearts ~

Therefore, never do bad things out of good intentions.

Otherwise, their family may not be able to continue living in Morrison Town.

Emm. .

David was not prepared to tell his father, David Sr., about this matter.

It would be better to let old Malkin or Polly, the person in charge of DA company, talk to old David.

----

New York state.

Cornell University.

Harold Stone, director of the New York FBI, stared at Linde Vercello, who was sitting opposite and smiling at him, with a dark face. He wanted to take out his pistol immediately and kill the damn bastard opposite him. .

Mr. Stone's friend and boss, House, saw the expression on his teeth and said with a helpless smile.

"The original intention of this plan from the headquarters was not to cause more trouble to your work~"

"This anti-gangster task force, led by Linde Vercello, is regarded by headquarters as the largest organized crime task force in the history of the FBI."

"After it enters New York, it will comprehensively take over all cases, files and clues involving New York gangs."

"But, man~"

"If you receive a gang-related case in the future, you can cooperate with Vercello and others to investigate together."

Harold Stone gave a cold and disdainful smile: "Cooperate? Investigate together?"

"Where is the command? What if there is a dispute? Do you want me to obey his command?"

"Also! How many cases in New York that require our FBI's intervention have nothing to do with gangs?"

"Should I hand over all these cases?"

"Then you still need me, the New York supervisor... to do what?"

"Read the newspaper, drink coffee every day, and wonder where to go to find a beautiful woman to spend the night with?"

"House~ Is this why you asked me to come to New York?"

"Let me provide early retirement care?"

House pursed his lips tightly, frowned, shook his head at Mr. Stone, and turned his attention to Lynde Vercello, who was treating himself as a transparent person.

"The anti-gang group you lead is under the direct management of the headquarters."

"But your department is a temporary department established to investigate organized crime."

"I hope you can give Mr. Stone full respect and understanding when you work in New York!"

When House saw Linde Vercello, he cooperatively put away the annoying smile on his face, spread his hands and continued.

"The gang problem in New York has been around for a long time~"

"According to our incomplete statistics in the first half of this year, there are nearly 200 gangs of various sizes in New York~"

"Among them, there are nearly 130 gangs in Hamlin, Brooklyn, and the Bronx."

"The number of gangs in Queens is slightly smaller, more than 20."

"Another independent borough in New York, Staten Island, has more than 20 gangs."

“The rest is Manhattan!”

"It has the smallest number of gangs, less than 15!"

"However, all this has now changed with the so-called Bonini Agreement!"

"The most powerful gangs in New York have expanded their business to downtown Manhattan because of the Bonini Agreement."

"But it turned out that the largest family gang in Manhattan, the Sidrich family, began to switch to legitimate business."

"...Lin De, you can tell the rest~"

"ok~"

Linde Vercello coughed slightly, leaned forward, and said to Harold Stone with a serious expression.

"After we enter New York, our main task is to deal with the most powerful and powerful gangs."

"So, we will first conduct a comprehensive survey of all gangs in New York and select a few targets as the focus of our initial work."

After saying that, Linde Vercello spread his hands, waiting for Mr. Stone's answer.

Harold Stone leaned back with a dull expression, lit a cigarette, blew out a cloud of smoke, and said.

"The problems posed by gangs in New York are very different from other criminal organizations - especially gangs named after families."

"They not only rob, extort, kidnap, loan shark, and open casinos, but they also extend their tentacles to every corner of legitimate business."

"They control the seafood market, control most of New York's restaurants, control the commodity transportation industry, the garment industry, the construction industry, medical services, terminals, shipping companies, etc."

"They even sent the younger generation in the gangs to the police academy; they pushed judges who were close to them into the court; they also won over some talented lawyers who graduated from prestigious schools."

"Some family gangs with huge strength and influence are completely powerful beyond your imagination~"

"We can share all the information in the archives with you~"

"We can also send a few people to give you some help in the early stages of your entry into New York."

"But there are some things that I want to declare in advance!"

"Who do you want to investigate and what action plan do you have? Don't tell me. I don't want to know, let alone send someone to help you!"

"If you get into trouble and make a mess, don't come to me for help~"

"I'm sorry, I'm a newcomer who hasn't been in New York for a long time, so I can't help you!"

"Furthermore, the Bonini Agreement that House mentioned just now is a secret agreement reached between the New York police and some gang bosses."

"They have set up a franchise area in Manhattan, and the New York police and auxiliary police, as well as the gang bosses, will work together to manage security issues in this area."

"So, I will not let my men enter that area and interfere in any cases~"

"As for...what you think and do, it has nothing to do with me!"

After saying that, Harold Stone stood up, nodded to his old friend House, and strode out of the room.

Linde Vercello looked at the closed door of the room thoughtfully, then turned to House and said.

"He was upset, and I understand that."

"But the gangs in New York are really as lawless as he said?"

House stood up, stretched his sore shoulders, and said, "You can go to Harold's archives to find the answer."

"I, just speaking for myself, would like to give you a friendly reminder."

"The various forces in New York are intertwined. Don't let yourself get into the trouble that Harold just mentioned."

"Otherwise, no one can help you!"

"Including our director, or the attorney general!"

Linde Vercello also stood up, shook House's hand, expressed his thanks, and watched him walk out of the room.

However, Linde, who has been working in southern Texas, does not think of himself as a brainless fool. .

Is it difficult for New York to have Texas, which is clamoring for independence from the United States in a few years?

hehe~

----

new York.

The Queen.

Old Malkin stood on the street in front of his home and said to his second daughter Polly who was anxious to go to work.

"You go to see David. After you finish talking about Griselda Blanco, you can mention one more thing~"

"If he doesn't want to have anything to do with Blanco, we will fully support him!"

"There is no such thing as a free lunch~"

"Blanco wants to give us money, it's not because he's afraid of our Sidrich family or the security company, it's that simple~"

"Let David think clearly about the relationship involved before making a decision~"

"Yeah... I will!"

Polly gave her father a hug, kissed his cheek, and said with a smile: "I will come back early today and cook a sumptuous dinner for you and the children~"

"Hahaha~ OK! We are waiting for you!"

Old Malkin looked at his second daughter Polly, who was full of energy again. After getting into the car and driving away, he turned to look at a car parked across the street.

The people in the car seemed to feel his gaze. They got out of the car and waved and made a gesture.

Old Malkin nodded to the other party with a smile, turned around slowly, and walked towards his home.

----

new York.

Northeast Queens, Flushing.

Flushing is a small town in Queens, nearly 5 miles from Manhattan, the center of New York.

(Flushing was not separated until New York City's urban consolidation plan in 1989.)

The name Flushing comes from a city called Flushing in the southwest of the Netherlands.

Named in 1620 by Dutch colonists in New Netherland.

Even now, traces of the former Dutch colonists can still be found in Flushing, such as the Bond Street Community Church and other historical buildings on Bond Street.

It is the most ethnically diverse area in New York City and the most ethnically diverse community in Queens.

There are more than 100 languages ​​spoken here. .

Flushing was initially able to attract many immigrants. An important reason why they chose to settle was because it was an important transportation hub in Queens.

Flushing is the terminal station of New York's No. 7 subway, and there are more than 20 bus lines passing through here.

Moreover, you can also take the Long Island Rail Road, which leads directly to Manhattan, the center of New York City.

However, Flushing also has the most diverse ethnic groups in the area, so security issues here have always troubled the people living here and the police. .

but!

This area is an indispensable and ideal temporary residence area for the poor and migrant workers.

The reason is very simple~

The rental price here is the cheapest in New York and the most cost-effective place.

Of course, if only the rent price is calculated, Flushing would still be ranked No. 4 on this list.

The other three areas with the cheapest rents are: Hamlin, a black area in northern Manhattan; an Italian slum area in the northern Bronx; and the polar bear immigration area in southern Brooklyn, near Brighton Beach. . .

(David Company Finance, when Elvin Barnetta was at his lowest, he slept in the Flushing parking lot in his only broken car.)

. . .

Flushing.

In a dilapidated old apartment building.

Yesterday, Thomas Hanks, who had just arrived in New York from California, rubbed his forehead and temples vigorously and woke up on the sofa at his friend's house.

Emm. .

The apartment my friend rented had only one room and a small living room.

Therefore, this very shabby-looking sofa will become Thomas Hanks’ bed from now on.

Fortunately, this sofa is a three-person sofa, which is enough for Hanks, who is over 180cm tall, to stretch his legs ~

In the bedroom of the apartment.

My friend seemed to hear the sound in the living room and woke up from his hangover.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, went into the bathroom, rubbed his face and hair with cold water several times, and then said to Hanks.

"How are you?"

"Oh~fxxx!"

"What the hell were those last few drinks we had last night?"

"They were like bombs, they blew my brains out..."

"Hahaha~"

"Do you remember those glasses of wine?"

"fxxx!"

"Then do you remember that you hugged that Indian man who smelled of curry and danced disco on the bar for more than ten minutes?"

"What? Cough cough cough~"

Hanks almost choked to death on his own saliva. .

"Ahem~ Why don't I remember... something that smells like curry... Ahem~"

"Hahahaha~"

Friends responded with a burst of merciless ridicule to Hanks' drinking.

"You...haha~"

"Do you still remember that drunken Puerto Rican girl you had eyes for?"

"Uh...no~"

"Didn't you notice that the wedding ring on your finger is gone?"

"Hahaha~ After you finished dancing the disco, you took that little girl and knelt down to propose to her..."

Only then did Hanks notice a wedding ring on his bare finger. .No more~

Looking at his stupid look, his friend laughed and walked into the bedroom, took out the ring from his pocket, threw it to Hanks, and said with a smile.

"Only this time!"

"Next time, if you give a wedding ring to a woman casually, I won't go and get it back for you... Hahaha~"

Hanks looked at the lost ring in his hand, brought it back to its place with a wry smile, and patted his face hard.

"Okay~ I owe you again!"

My friend curled his lips disdainfully and said with a smile: "Okay~ I will write it down for you!"

"I'm going to work soon~"

"What about you? Have you thought about what to do?"

"..No~"

"Haha~ When I first came to New York, I was just like you~"

"Listen, man!"

"If you still want to continue to work in the actor industry, you must first solve your basic living problems in New York~"

"If you want to be famous in New York, you must also allow yourself to become a social animal~"

"You are already the father of a child. You need to change your introverted personality~"

"Many bars, restaurants, nightclubs, hotels, and nightclubs in New York are hiring~"

"These places are frequented by many celebrities, well-known directors, producers, and investors."

"If you are lucky enough to encounter an opportunity, you must seize it tightly! Okay?"

After hearing what his friend said, Hanks nodded silently to show that he understood.

An ordinary college student like him who did not graduate from a prestigious school would not even see a splash in an international metropolis like New York. .

If you really can meet the opportunity, even if it is. .Even if he wanted to make some pornographic films that he didn't want to do, he would have to bite the bullet and do it~

When the friend saw Hanks, he really listened to these words. He stood up with satisfaction, took half of the salary he had just received for a few days, and threw it to Hanks.

"Here~ I worked in a nightclub last week and earned more than 300 dollars."

"I stayed with you last night, but it cost me dozens of dollars to miss work!"

"You must remember to compensate me for all these losses!"

Hanks looked at the rice knife change piled together on the sofa and nodded vigorously.

"must!"

"Hahaha~ Okay, hurry up and get your chicken coop hair style, let's go have breakfast first!"

"I'm going to work today, and I'll help you ask the boss if he's still hiring~"

"If I recruit people, you can work with me first!"

"Okay! I'll be fine soon~"

----

new York.

Gramercy Park Hotel, 21st Street, Manhattan.

In a suite living room with a nice view.

Paramount CEO Barris Dickler was sitting on a single sofa, looking at Martin Scorsese, Francis Coppola, and Mario Puzo, and said.

"Today, we meet here to initially establish trust and reach a tacit understanding between each other."

"I still have a lot of work in Los Angeles and will fly back soon."

"So, let's be direct and keep the story short~ ok?"

"ok~"

Among the three, Martin Scorsese, the most senior and oldest, nodded simply.

"Haha~ Very good!"

"Listen, guys."

"Whether it's 'The Godfather' or 'Taxi Driver,' David and my new boss are not going to be looking at them all the time."

"Then, as their temporary representative, I must declare a few points to you in advance~"

"Artistic? Commercial?"

"Or what do you want to express in these two films?"

"None of this is important to me!"

"All I care about is quality, speed, investment and box office!"

"These are the key points that I, the CEO of Paramount, must focus on!"

"Of course, if you can really help these two films win Oscars, I would be very happy to see it~"

When Barris said this, he paused.

Seeing that the three Martins were silent and had no intention of expressing personal opinions, they continued.

“So, what was our purpose in making these two movies?”

“Either it’s the box office, everyone can make a killing.”

"Either by winning an award, everyone can have their moment at the Golden Globes or Oscars~"

"If the three of you can't do both of these~"

"I can tell you responsibly that it will be difficult for three people to gain a foothold in Hollywood in the future."

Martin, Coppola, and Mario looked at each other and were silent for a while.

It was Martin Scorsese who spoke first: "Taxi Driver is the good story and script I have been looking for."

"I will try my best to make it a classic!"

"As for whether I can recover my investment or win prizes, I can't make any guarantees now~"

"You... don't want to hear lies or bragging, right?"

"Hehe~"

Barris stood up, adjusted his suit, nodded with satisfaction and smiled.

"Producer, I will make arrangements for you when I return to Los Angeles~"

"They will only be the general manager of the crew and will not dictate your work~"

"..Thanks!"

"No~ don't thank me in a hurry~"

"Remember what I just said, quality first, speed second!"

"However, I don't want Paramount Pictures to be planning to launch two movies next year, and by Christmas next year, they still won't be able to release it~"

Martin and Coppola, the two directors, both stood up and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it won't happen~"

"Hahaha~ I will definitely..."

Barris smiled and waved to the two of them: "Then... let's do this first~"

"If you have anything, you can ask the producer to contact me~"

"When I go back to the company and go through the project approval process, the first funds will be transferred to the producers."

"You should seize the time to set up the crew and select the actors before the end of the year and Christmas."

"Oh, right~"

"Roland Perkins and their CAA, there will be many actors willing to participate in these two movies for free this time."

"you.."

Martin smiled and continued: "Understood~ We are old friends, I will contact him."

"ok~"

"Wish us a happy cooperation~?"

"Happy cooperation!"