Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Stanley fourth floor.

David listened to his secretary Maggie in the office and reported some things that had just happened in the company.

He looked at the document sent by Brother Biao in his hand and asked Maggie to forward it to Giles.

Gayden Milken, who had been staying at Sam's place, also dragged Sam to the door after learning that David was back.

After the two sat down opposite David.

David asked first: "Do you have a problem with me?"

Gayden Milken threw the folder he brought in front of David and smiled.

“I think several of them are very suitable for our underwriting bond issuance business.”

"Oh? Do you have a target so soon?"

David looked through the document in his hand and was very satisfied with the company's operating status data detailed in the document.

"Did you collect all of these?"

"No~"

"Bernard Madoff, gave me the information on these companies listed on NASDAQ~"

"In 1975, Nasdaq promulgated the first set of listing standards, completely separating it from the over-the-counter (OTC) market."

"These listed companies must publish information such as the company's total assets, share capital, capital reserves, number of public shares held, and number of shareholders."

"I have had some general understanding of the operating conditions of these companies before~"

"So, as long as we conduct another solvency investigation, we can try to contact them and contact them for bond issuance business~"

"ok~"

"Since this new company has been handed over to you to manage, you can make decisions on these things from now on~"

"Just do what you gotta do, man!"

"Um..Okay~"

Gayden Milken seemed very surprised by David's answer. .

However, in an instant, he stood up excitedly, stretched out his right hand to David and said, "Our new company still needs a financial director~"

"You also need to know how much money we can make~"

David held Milken's hand: "Sam will solve the financial director's problem~"

"If you are in trouble, you can come to me~"

"Okay, thank you~!"

Gaydon Milken is gone.

David stopped Sam who was about to go out and said with a smile: "Our office furniture and electrical appliances were all given by Nelent Ramon."

"Find someone to estimate the value of these things, write a check from the company's account, and send it to Nyrent~"

"If he doesn't accept the check, tell him that I'll invite him to play golf on the weekend~"

Sam spread his hands and joked: "What about me? Can we go together?"

"Haha~ Of course, you are welcome!"

"Forget it~ I still have to spend time with the children at home on weekends~"

"Um.."

"By the way, I'm going to check some information. Starting tomorrow, I won't come to the company to work."

"However, I will call every day. If you have anything, you can tell Maggie and let me know."

Sam closed the door to the room in confusion and asked, "What information are you looking for? Can I help?"

"No~ you can't help this time..."

"I have some plans and need to find more information to determine their feasibility~"

"After all... I can't always rely on good luck, can I?"

Sam was speechless. .

David could give such a reason, how else could he answer?

"Okay~"

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will keep an eye on the futures market."

"If something goes wrong with it, I'll..."

"Just follow the plan and sell out part of the contract~"

"it is good!"

Sam is gone.

David lay back in the chair, found a comfortable position for himself, closed his eyes and rested.

So far, all investment plans are on the right track and within control.

As for. .Whether his appearance is driving the development of history or whether history will still repeat itself according to its original trajectory can only be verified by time~

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sunset.

Florida.

Miami City, South Beach.

DEA director Bao Ge Beru lay down on a beach chair, enjoying the cool sea breeze, looking at the beauties in swimsuits playing in the waves in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"This fucking thing is the life that men really want~"

. . .

After a while.

One of his men came running from a distance.

Bog Beru lit a cigarette for himself, waved to his men and asked.

"what happened?"

"Hoo~ Griselda Blanco is back!"

"Oh?"

"Where is she?"

"I don't know~"

"After she left the airport, our people were left behind by her~"

Baoge Beru subconsciously sat up, pondered for a moment and said, "Everyone has had enough rest in the past two days."

"Let our people start moving tomorrow~"

"Find Blanco's whereabouts first. I want to know who she meets every day and what she does."

"Ok~"

The men left.

Bog Beru took off his sunglasses, threw them aside, and took two puffs of his cigarette, his mind racing rapidly.

In the past few days since Blanco left Miami, many drug-trafficking gangs have inexplicably quieted down.

There were no street shootouts, no midnight murders, and no crack dealers roaming the streets. .

This kind. .The peaceful and quiet scene makes countless people living in Miami feel as if they don't recognize the city they live in. .

It's all. .Credit to the police?

The Florida Director of the Federal Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA), Bob Beru, can pat his chest and say: "It has nothing to do with us!"

hehe~

So what is the reason why almost all drug dealers in the market have disappeared?

Maybe, the answer will be revealed tonight!

Based on all the information he could collect, Bog Beru judged that someone was planning something secretly, or was. .Hold back the big move~

Their target is obviously Griselda Blanco, who just returned to Miami today.

Dog bites are common, and human cannibalism is not uncommon in Miami~

she. .How to deal with it?

Bog Beru is very curious about this~

But this time, Bog Beru is not going to stand on the outside of the venue and watch the excitement~

He is not the coaching staff or the audience, but the referee and the enforcer!

. . .

The setting sun slowly submerged itself in the tall buildings of the city.

Bog Beru walked into a bar not far from the beach, found the phone, and dialed.

Regardless of whether Griselda Blanco can survive this long-planned attack tonight, Borg Beru will take action.

He wants to be the biggest winner among all people!

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Miami, downtown.

On Frafule Street next to the Miami River, there is a pizza restaurant that is doing very poorly.

In the basement of this pizza restaurant, Griselda Blanco was gently shaking the wine glass in her hand and listening to the reports of several subordinates.

ten minutes later.

After listening to the reports of his men, Blanco waved his hand and asked them to go out and wait.

Mexican gang!

This time, another force in Miami, a Mexican gang that makes money by selling heroin, is preparing to give Blanco a surprise~!

Blanco reached for the photo of the leader of the Mexican gang with a sneer on his lips.

She had never taken the initiative to start a full-scale war with the Mexican gang before, she was just waiting for a favorable opportunity!

Now, she feels that the time has come!

However, she just came back today, so she is not in a hurry to start the battle tonight~

New York~

Maybe after tonight, good news will come back from there!

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New Jersey.

The training base of the security company.

Cohen and Lawrence gathered everyone together after the soldiers had eaten their dinner.

Jackal and Rambo teamed up and found a comfortable position for themselves, wanting to hear what Cohen and the others had to say.

Nearly half an hour later.

With a slightly hoarse voice, Cohen shouted to everyone: "Dismissed~"

However, the soldiers remained silent and did not disperse immediately.

Mercenaries, this upgraded version of the bounty hunter profession, are no stranger to soldiers.

Use money to buy life, use life to make money.

If they are lucky enough, they can happily retire after just a few business transactions.

But the prerequisite for retirement is that they need to survive and spend the money. .That’s it!

After Cohen finished speaking, he did not give a standard answer or talk nonsense to everyone ~

The road is at everyone’s feet~

How to choose?

No one had an answer right away.

. . .

Lawrence, who had been standing at the edge of the crowd without saying anything, saw that everyone had not dispersed, so he walked up to the crowd and said.

“Everyone wants to make quick money and big money!”

"I'm a human being too, and I want it too!"

"But the original intention of us taking up guns is not to make money, but to fight for the country!"

"Many of us were workers, salespersons, recently graduated college students, or high school students who are still studying in school before joining the army~"

"We are all ordinary people. We have never thought about using the rifle in our hands to become a cold-blooded butcher who kills without blinking an eye!"

"Money can indeed solve many problems~!"

"But we can't let ourselves fall into the endless abyss just to make money!"

"Nearly half of us are from southern and western states."

"Everyone should have heard the legend of bounty hunters, and they have also heard some rumors about mercenaries in the army."

"What happened to the protagonists in these legends and rumors in the end? Does anyone know?"

"I can tell you now!"

"The mortality rate of mercenaries is as high as 57%!"

"That is to say, in every mission and every battle, there is a 57% probability that they will die due to various accidents."

"We all returned from the battlefield and from our dead comrades~"

"Today, you chose to stand in front of me and became my family~"

"I won't watch you spend the rest of your life or decades for a mere tens of thousands of dollars!"

Lawrence raised his arm, pointed at the construction site not far away, and shouted loudly: "Since you chose to come here, it proves that you are not cowards who have completely lost the courage to live~"

"You are the warriors who choose to grit their teeth and continue to live, and are truly brave enough to face shitty situations!"

"This is our new home!"

"We want to start a new life here!"

"I order!"

"Everyone, stand at attention!"

The soldiers' orders to Lawrence were carried out out of physical instinct after long-term training.

Lawrence's eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces, and he raised his voice again and shouted.

"Each team will bring it back on its own!"

"Tonight's physical training will be an extra half hour!"

"have you understood?"

"Sir, yessir!"

The soldiers were brought back to their temporary camps in an orderly manner.

Wait until everyone has left.

Lawrence took a deep breath and gave Cohen a wry smile as he walked towards him.

Cohen smacked his lips, punched Lawrence on the chest with his fist and said: "What you said... is better than me!"

"No~"

"They... are just more accustomed to obeying orders~"

Cohen put away his smile, looked at the backs of the soldiers in the distance, and sighed: "That damn war... finally left us some good things~"

Lawrence glanced at Jackal and Rambo who were walking towards him, pursed his lips and said nothing.

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new York.

David, who ran to the Stanley Archives and read the documents all afternoon, returned to the apartment with three bodyguards holding a large pile of folders.

in the apartment.

David wiped his mouth, signaled to the three people gathered on the sofa to watch the game, went into his bedroom, and looked through the information files.

Some time ago, in order to quickly open up the situation, he continued to output wildly, and there was not much dry goods left in his stomach. .

Julie's scrutinizing gaze and questions when she was in his office made David still feel chills running down his back when he thought about it now. .

Although, when faced with old foxes like Julie and Old Morgan, those "big truths" that are [-]% true and [-]% false have not yet been revealed. .

But this kind of "big truth", if it lacks the two elements of truth, will one day be suspected and something will happen!

So this time, David is ready to take a little extra time to recharge!

Not only did he need to find historical development information that matched his memory, he also needed to find more powerful information basis for his next plan.

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new York.

The Queen.

The night is getting darker and the neon lights are still flashing.

The serial killer wearing a Yankees baseball cap and brown glasses was sitting in a dilapidated green car, staring at the street corner in the distance. Two women walked into the apartment building together.

The prey has returned to its nest!

Under his brown glasses, Mr. Serial Killer quickly scanned the surrounding streets and waited patiently for more than ten minutes. After seeing that there were few pedestrians, he picked up his bag and got out of the car.

The exciting game begins again!

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a new day.

The Queen.

Old Malkin got up from the bed and wandered into the bathroom.

He lowered his head and stared at the trickling water, complaining in his mind that his prostate was aging and no longer strong. .

I think back then, when he opened the gate to release the water, it was not as soft and erratic as it is now. .

Youth is not here~

hehe~

(The above comes from real life, please don’t take it personally!)

. . .

After lingering in the bathroom for a while, Malkin went back to the bedroom to change his clothes, walked downstairs, sat at the dining table, put on his glasses, and picked up today's newspaper.

His wife Sena, while busy in the kitchen, turned back to her husband and said.

"This morning, the man who delivers our newspapers every day said that there was a murder in the apartment building four streets away."

"Oh? Another murder?"

"...That's right~"

"The man who delivered the newspaper heard the police gossiping that two girls were killed in his home."

"It should be...it was the serial killer who was reported in the newspaper a few days ago!"

Old Malkin frowned, put down the newspaper, stood up and said to his wife: "Where's Manqi? Are they coming over for breakfast?"

"Come on~ It was all agreed upon last night!"

"Um.."

"Where's Polly? Is she still sleeping?"

"Haha~ Just in time, it's time for you to wake her up!"

Old Malkin nodded slowly with satisfaction and took steps, not towards the stairs, but towards the door.

He left the house, stood on the street, and found a black car among the cars parked across the street.

The people in the car saw old Malkin looking at them, got out of the car, and waved to him.

Old Malkin waved to the man, and when he came close, he said, "Go and check..."

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