Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Belmont Racecourse, Queens.

in the stands.

Bernard Madoff, accompanying a Jewish friend of his, watched his racehorse compete in its first official race.

ten minutes later.

All the horses entered the stalls behind the starting line.

A starting gun sounded~

All the knights controlled the horses under their crotches and rushed into the track like arrows from the string.

Madoff and his friend each held a small telescope in their hands and looked at the horse belonging to their friend. Under the control of the rider, they gradually got used to the rhythm of the competition and ran faster and faster.

One lap, two laps~

By the last lap, the situation on the field was already very clear~

My friend's horse raced behind No. 1 and No. 2, maintained its speed and position, and successfully crossed the finish line.

Madoff put down the telescope in his hand, hugged his laughing friend, and congratulated him on getting No. 3 in the preliminary race. .

. . .

Not far from Bernard Madoff.

Today, with a curious and playful attitude, I came to the Saudi Prince Difar at the racecourse. Hearing the laughter of a group of people not far away, he turned his head and looked over.

Among the small group of people, he saw a face he had met at a cocktail party. He vaguely remembered that his name was Bernard Madoff. .

Defal thought for a while, said sorry to the new friends he made around him, and then walked towards Madoff and the others.

After a few minutes.

Madoff quickly put away the surprise on his face and introduced to his friends with a smile, Prince Difar from the distant Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.

He watched Defal greet his friends with a smile, sit down and chat, express his love for horse racing, and suddenly a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.

Since Madoff last met Difar at a cocktail party, he went to check out the situation in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia in the Middle East in recent years.

That's true. You won't know if you don't check. You'll be shocked if you check. .

Madoff, who has been living in the "free" United States, never thought that in today's rapidly developing world, such wonderful "palace fights" would exist and are still being staged. .

Obviously they all have the same blood flowing through them, but for their own interests, they are constantly scheming, intrigues, and hurting each other. .

They can get close to animals and live in peace, but they cannot tolerate the relatives around them. .

This made Madoff, who always valued family, deeply feel. .Money, damn it, is the root of all evil!

. . .

After a while.

Defal left his contact information, made an appointment with Madoff to reunite, and left.

Madoff's friend looked at his leaving figure and asked curiously: "Where did you know him?"

"Oh~ It's the one I told you about last time...the cocktail party at the Blue Crystal Hotel."

"Hmm~hehe~"

"If there is another chance, how about we come together next time...?"

Madoff smiled and shrugged: "No problem~"

"Hahaha~ Let's go and see my baby Napoleon~"

"..."

Madoff smiled and nodded, silently complaining in his heart: Caesar. .

If Napoleon I of France knew that his name would become the name of a racehorse more than 200 years later. .

Will he pop out of the coffin?

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Florida.

Southwest of downtown Miami, located in a middle-class community on the outskirts of the city.

Griselda Blanco stood at the window on the second floor, her face livid just now. After she answered a few phone calls, she slowly recovered.

Because those phone calls should be considered good news!

Bog Beru. .

A few days after that guy was transferred to Florida DEA director, he cooperated with the DA security company to attack and kidnap Blanco.

After Blanco was transferred while masked, it was Baoge Bellu who talked to her about cooperation.

Now, this guy jumped out at the city hall meeting again and wants to reorganize the order of the drug market in Miami~?

This series of his operations really impressed Blanco, the client. .Gritting your teeth~!

last night.

The Mexican gang's charged attack caused Griselda Blanco to lose more than half of her effective men.

Today, Bog Beru jumped out and shouted for the establishment of a joint task force. .

Who does he want to kill?

Mexican gang?

That’s not what Bog Beru said on the phone just now~

. . .

Blanco stood by the window for a long time.

She picked up the phone again and dialed.

On the other end of the phone, Field, the New York agent, had no good news for her. .

After hanging up the phone.

Blanco took a few deep breaths and decided to temporarily withdraw from Miami and stay quiet for a while.

Charge up a blow?

It’s not just those bastards from the Mexican gang who can use it~!

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Manhattan.

New York Public Library.

After sorting out the folders, notebooks, etc. that I brought, I stretched my waist, woke up Mike, who was sleeping and drooling, and left the library.

street.

The three bodyguards, who had been waiting for a long time, tacitly ignored Mike Bai's bad words and prepared to ask David to get in the car and go back.

Mike Bai felt isolated and ignored. .He shouted dissatisfied to the one-eyed Andres standing across the street.

"Hey~ you bastard, where are we going to play later?"

Andres showed his big white teeth, gave Mike the international middle finger, opened the car door and got in.

"fxxx~!"

Mike Bai muttered obscenities, sat in the car, put his arm around David's shoulders, and complained.

"Ever since I was little, I have never been like this..."

"Hehe~ man!"

"I know, I know everything~"

David rubbed his dry eyes, interrupted him helplessly, and said.

"You just need to send me to the door tomorrow and I will go in by myself."

"no!"

"nonono~"

Before David could finish speaking, the four bodyguards crowded into the car at the same time all spoke and interrupted him.

"Forehead.."

"Then what do you say?"

"Do you...do any of you like to read?"

The four bodyguards choked on their words. .

Giovanni, who felt that he was the least educated, scratched his head and said, "I only know that it... has a very good hypnotic effect~"

"Hmm...hahahaha~"

Everyone laughs~

David, dumbfounded, gave Giovanni a middle finger and said contemptuously: "Don't let your children be as ignorant as you~!"

Giovanni bared his big white teeth and said with a smile: "Impossible~"

"Jin Ji and I are already saving money for her~"

"..."

"Hahaha~"

"Saving money? Can you... still control your wallet?"

"That's it~"

"Which time did we..."

The car started up amid the chatter and laughter of the five people, and drove all the way to the Wildfire Bar on 42nd Street.

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sunset.

new York.

Flushing in east Queens.

Thomas Hanks, who came back from applying for a job today, walked into a street food store and bought a hamburger, which he thought was dinner. .

With a burger in his hand, he returned to his friend's rented house, threw himself on the sofa, picked up the phone, and prepared to report to his wife Samantha that he was safe and tell her the good news.

But he forgot about the time difference between New York and Los Angeles.

At this time, Samantha should have gone out, and no one answered the phone at home. .

Hanks held the microphone with one hand, rummaged around in his coat pocket, found the phone number his friend had left for him, and dialed it.

2 minute later.

A voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello~"

"Hey~ it's me, Tom!"

"Oh~haha~How was your application?"

"It went very well~!"

"However, we have to go through five days of training before we can officially start working~"

"Five days? Not bad~"

"Will they calculate your salary during training?"

"Um...I don't know. I should...give it~!?"

"Haha~forget it!"

"Today... no, I will bring you breakfast before dawn tomorrow~"

"Ok~ Thanks man!"

Hang up.

Hanks scratched his head, grabbed the paper bag containing the burger, took out the dinner from it, and ate it.

Old friends, new city, new environment, new job~

This is a good beginning!

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Night falls.

The Wildfire Bar on 42nd Street gradually became overcrowded.

David, who once again played the role of bartender, stood behind the bar and asked Old Rhett in confusion.

"Why...there are suddenly more guests today?"

Old Rhett curled his lips, wiped his hands with the towel on his shoulder, and sighed: "As a bar owner, are you dissatisfied with the increase in the number of guests coming to the bar?"

"Well... that's not true~"

"It's just that I see Susan and the others are so busy that they don't even have time to rest. Some..."

"Haha~ Are you feeling distressed?"

"You stinky boy!"

"How old am I? Why don't you know to let me rest for a while and feel sorry for me?"

David winked at the bartender Erica who came over and said with a smile: "Did you deduct his salary? Why is he so angry??"

Old Rhett made a serious face and threw the towel on David's head: "This is not about money~!"

"Yes, yes~"

Erica came over, stood up on tiptoes and hugged Old Red's shoulders and smiled: "After these busy days, I will make the decision and let you take a paid vacation. How about it?"

Old Rhett tilted his head and glared at David: "You brat, do you hear that!?"

"Ah~ah... no problem!"

"Where do you want to go? Do you need me to find someone to book tickets for you?"

"..."

Old Rhett, who pretended to be arrogant and wanted to rest, was finally coaxed into being happy again with the cooperation of David and Erica.

Susan, who had been paying attention to the direction of the bar while busy, also had a smile on her face.

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a new day.

After a good night's sleep, David gently covered Susan with a quilt, got up and walked into the bathroom.

When David was brushing his teeth in the mirror, he noticed that the stubble on his chin was thicker.

He opened his collar with his hand and looked at the position of his chest. .Very clean~

so far so good. .

You shouldn’t have to worry about exposing your chest hair from now on~

. . .

After half an hour.

David was eating breakfast in the Marseille restaurant and reading the newspaper.

At the door of the restaurant, Sam, dressed in formal attire, opened the door and walked in.

He looked around and quickly found David. After approaching, he sat down and said.

"Morning~"

David put down the newspaper, raised his head, looked at Sam in surprise and said, "Uh... Good morning~ Why are you here? Something happened?"

"Yeah... that's right~"

"Yesterday afternoon, a few minutes before the closing of the heating oil futures contract, the trading volume increased sharply, but the price fluctuation was not very large. The final closing price rose by 4%~"

"Oh~?"

David responded casually, frowned in Sam's eyes, pondered for a while, and said to Mike.

"Man, call me and find Polly!"

Mike Bai was stunned for a moment, wiped his mouth simply, and walked to the front desk.

David looked at Sam and said, "Where is our position? Do we need to increase the margin?"

"The position has not changed~"

"The contract price we purchased is relatively low. As long as there is no sudden fall, our margin...should not need to be increased."

"Um.."

"Hey~David, connected!"

"ok~"

"Wait for me, man!" David motioned to Sam, walked to the front desk, and took the phone.

Opposite the phone.

Polly smiled with a clear voice: "What? Are you like me so early in the morning?"

David lay happily at the front desk and said with a smile: "You know what? I just thought that the safest place in the world is when I can live in your heart~"

"Wow~hahaha~"

"Glib-tongued boy~ You didn't call just to tell me this, did you?"

"of course not!"

"Hahaha~ok~"

"Let's get down to business!"

"I asked you to buy heating oil, did you buy it?"

"..bought some~"

"But there is too little inventory of heating oil in various retail stores on the market."

"I want to contact the wholesaler today and save more."

David tapped his fingers on the front desk and asked, "Do you have the wholesaler's phone number?"

"How many do you need?"

"Yes! Give it to me~"

"ok~"

After a few minutes.

David hung up Polly's phone and called the wholesaler at the number she gave her.

ten minutes later.

David frowned, sat back opposite Sam, threw the note on the table, and said.

"I first contacted two wholesalers, and then got the numbers of four or five wholesalers from them. I called them one by one and asked them."

"Though their stories differ."

“But they don’t even have a lot of heating oil in stock!”

David picked up the cold coffee, drank it, tapped the note, and whispered to Sam.

"I guess someone is trying to tighten the supply in the heating oil market!"

"Man, if that's the case... what do you think?"

Sam clasped his hands in front of his mouth, frowned and considered for a while before speaking.

"We... can only go with the flow and take a ride!"

"Um.."

David responded somewhat casually, remained silent, and said no more.

If you choose to follow some big guys and sell the contract after the price rises, it is the most rational and profit-maximizing choice at the moment.

But David is not sure that behind the shortage of supply in the heating oil market is someone secretly controlling the market. .

So, another test was placed in front of David.

want. .How to choose?

After David thought about it for a few minutes, he made a decision: If you want to make money, you must first be stable!

"Sam, you go to NYMEX today to keep an eye on it."

"If the price and trading volume of heating oil continue to fluctuate violently, don't sell in a hurry."

"When the market price drops to our stop loss line, sell another third of the contract."

"Then... what if the price falls below the issue price and continues to fall?"

"It's okay~ I'll find a way to replenish enough deposit!"

"..OK!"

After making sure that David had nothing else to say, Sam got up and rushed to the New York Mercantile Exchange.

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