Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Manhattan, on the street not far from the library.

David shook hands with Mag Ludwig and said, "Thank you so much for coming to help me!"

Mag tilted his head slightly, took back his right hand, and said with a smile: "I'm also very lucky, because talking to you is not tiring at all."

"Hahaha~Thank you!"

"I'm just an ordinary young man who wants to succeed. After we interact for a while, you will understand me~"

Mag kept his head tilted and smiled in a relaxed manner: "Old Frank Sinatra will not let The Godfather be filmed smoothly..."

"I have a suggestion!"

"If the singer's role in this movie can be reduced, it should make the filming process smoother."

David's mind quickly searched the movie "The Godfather" in his memory. Vito Corleone's godson, singer John Fontaine, really only appeared once. .

Could it be. .Did he think that Frank Sinatra Sr. was also causing trouble in "The Godfather", so most of the plots in the novel were deleted?

"...Okay~ I will discuss it with Director Coppola~"

When Mag saw that David only hesitated for a moment, he agreed, and his curiosity arose again.

"I have another question~"

"Oh? Just ask~"

"Have you never thought that you would fail?"

David thought about it seriously, raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and replied: "I am an ordinary person, and of course I will fail~"

"But I won't be knocked down!"

"I want to do what I want to do and ask for more of what I want from the world~"

"Instead of being a person who is lost in the crowd, silently catering to other people's eyes and demands every day."

"The road I want to walk is the only way in my life!"

"I will do what I have to do, and leave the rest to God~"

David raised his right hand and waved to Mag in a pretentious manner: "May you also become a unique self!"

"Be a person who has only relief and no regrets about his life when the fire of life is about to be extinguished."

The expression on Mag's face was slightly stiff, but his heart was touched by David's words.

"Minor...?"

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

"Hahaha~"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Mag Ludwig's loud laughter seemed to shatter the last trace of his attachment to the past in his heart.

He stretched out his right hand again, shook it with David and said, "I will work as a consultant in Otis Parker's company."

"From now on, if you have any problems, you can come to me!"

"Okay~my friend!!"

----

new York.

LaGuardia Airport.

Francis Coppola and Mario Puzo, two fat men biting their ears and muttering together.

Not far away from the two of them, Alto Sidric was looking at the magazine in his hand boredly, waiting for the boarding announcement.

Mario tilted his head, glanced at Alto, and whispered: "I sent Marlon Brando the settings for the character of Vito Corleone's Godfather in the novel "The Godfather" and our script."

"But...he hasn't responded yet~"

"Would it be too abrupt for us to come to him like this?"

Coppola raised his hand to support his eyes, shook his head firmly and said: "He has not had many good works in recent years, but he has had a lot of negative news..."

"He will definitely take this role!"

"He needs The Godfather!"

"...Okay~"

"Then when choosing actors this time, will you follow the list we made?"

"But our investment is limited... What if we use them all to participate in the show and it exceeds the budget?"

Director Coppola felt a headache as soon as he heard about the budget. .

He grimaced and pondered for a while before saying: "I'll be in charge of filming, and you'll be in charge of changing the script and the money... Let Alto and the producer have the headache!"

Mario blinked, opened and closed his mouth several times, but said nothing.

If Alto is so easy to talk to, what else does he have to worry about?

----

Wall Street.

It's approaching noon and it's lunch time.

Steve Cohen put down the microphone in his hand, re-checked that the order he had just traded was correct, threw it to the colleague responsible for follow-up work, and walked out of the company, preparing to have a delicious lunch.

. . .

Steve Cohen, 22, was born in a middle-class Jewish family in Long Island, New York.

He has eight siblings and is the third oldest.

When Steve Cohen was young, he always had a dull look, which made his mother very worried and fond of him. .

When he grew up, he would rush to read the day's newspaper that his father brought back after get off work every day, and look for the news he liked.

Gradually, he became obsessed with numbers and became obsessed with mathematics.

When he was in high school, Cohen worked in a supermarket, but he felt that the salary of $1 per hour was not as interesting as playing cards with classmates and friends. .

Because he found that playing cards was much easier and more profitable than working in a supermarket. .

During the college entrance examination, he relied on his extraordinary talent in mathematics to get into the Wharton School of Business at the University of Pennsylvania.

During his studies in college, with the help of a friend, he opened a brokerage account, deposited his tuition fees into it, and started his investment career.

Moreover, Steve Cohen also developed the habit of reading the "Wall Street Journal" every morning.

However, as he gradually became obsessed with stock investment, during one final statistics exam, he got up and left before he finished answering the paper. He was anxious to see the closing price of the stock. When the professor found out, he severely criticized him. .

Later, he began to secretly skip class and go to the Merrill Lynch office in Philadelphia, where he could stare at the stock price screen for a day.

Until this year, after graduating from college, Cohen came to Wall Street and became an early trader in the options arbitrage team.

But what no one expected was that on the first day of work, Steve Cohen earned 8000 meters for the company in one afternoon and evening on Wall Street~

. . .

street.

Steve Cohen walked out of the company as usual every noon. He seemed to be thinking about something while walking. His expression was complicated and his steps were a little slow and clumsy.

Not far behind him, a middle-aged man who had been waiting for a long time quickly caught up with Cohen and said.

"Hey ~ is it Cohen?"

"Uh.. It's me~ Are you?"

The middle-aged man smiled and took out a business card from his pocket, handed it to Cohen, and said, "My boss wants to have lunch with you."

Cohen looked down at the business card, confusion written on his young face: "Northern Hedge Fund Company?"

"Who is your boss?"

"Don't worry, this is just an ordinary lunch~"

"You went to see me, don't you know?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Cohen reluctantly nodded and agreed: "Okay~"

"Haha~ The restaurant is not far from here, we need to walk for about 5 minutes."

"Um.."

----

New Jersey.

The training base of the security company.

Cohen sat in the office, looked at Lawrence who walked in and frowned: "Borg Bellu called..."

Lawrence sat down and asked with a smile: "He called...does he have anything to do with you?"

"No~ You are looking for something to do with us!"

"He wants us to cooperate with law enforcement agencies in Miami, Florida, to combat the increasingly rampant drug dealers."

Lawrence put away his smile, and like Cohen, frowned and asked: "He... is with Blanco?"

"Why do they both want us to go to Miami?"

Cohen shook his head: "Whether they have reached cooperation or not has nothing to do with us~"

"On the phone just now, he made it very clear that our mercenary team is cooperating with the law enforcement agencies in Miami~"

"They are responsible for investigation, and we are responsible for attacking and arresting~"

"Our income depends entirely on the seizures of each operation."

"So, we are not really mercenaries, but rather like private armed forces that cooperate with the government."

Lawrence chewed the conditions and differences that Cohen mentioned in his mouth, and asked: "We haven't found the right candidates yet to conduct targeted urban street fighting training for them."

"No rush~"

"We have two months~"

"As long as our people arrive in Miami before the end of the year and Christmas, Baugh Beru can help us win opportunities for cooperation."

"Two months?"

"Where are the personnel? Do you have a plan?"

Of course Cohen understood Lawrence's worries. He took out a thick file from the drawer and threw it on the table.

"Among them, some are old comrades whom Jackal knows, and some are candidates provided to me by the soldiers."

"We can tentatively contact them first. If any of them are willing to do this kind of work, the initial members of our mercenary team will be selected from them."

Lawrence picked up the file bag, pulled out the personal information inside, looked through it quickly, and shook his head.

"I only know one person here."

"His nickname: Ball~"

"It turns out I met him in training camp~"

"Piqiu is from Arkansas. He spent four years on the battlefield in Vietnam and fought in more than a dozen battles. He was not injured or captured. He is a smart boy."

Cohen looked at the personal information handed over by Lawrence, smiled and said: "I thought you would stop me..."

Lawrence shook his head silently, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and said:

"These days, I have also done some research in my spare time."

"There are many private armed companies, large and small, all over the United States."

"Some of them have taken over the security work in the banking and hotel industries, and some have signed cooperation with some local companies and enterprises to provide them with security services."

"Of course, there are more veterans of the Vietnam War who cannot join these companies and can only be forced to join gangs or follow drug dealers to make quick money."

"So, our kind words alone cannot stop these people who are thinking of taking shortcuts."

"Instead of letting them die without any preparation, it is better for us to show them a new way to exchange their lives for money."

"I think when you contact these people, you might as well speak directly and let them know that they still have choices."

"If they all accept the risks of this work, we will do our best to provide them with training and equipment to make their survival rate greater."

Cohen nodded silently, asked Lawrence for a cigarette, lit it, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and said.

"Help me call the jackal over, and I'll have a chat with him!"

"Ok!"

----

Manhattan, Little Italy.

Inside the Bonini restaurant.

Ludy took out a folded piece of printing paper from his pocket and handed it to Rosenlo Sidric, the younger member of the family.

"How's your passport going?"

Rosenlow opened the paper, looked at it, put it into the inner pocket of his suit, and replied: "It went very well. In a few days, I can leave for Italy."

"Well~ not bad!"

"What about the negotiations on the real estate project? How's it going?"

"The general framework of the company's equity distribution, site selection, planning and design has been determined. The rest are some details."

Rosenlow put a small piece of sausage into his mouth with a cutlery and continued: "But this morning, we received news from Mayor Lynch Olson in the conference room."

"He said that some people in the city council have ideas for our project, and he is already coordinating and will give us an accurate answer soon."

"Furthermore, he said that he had submitted an application to the parliament for the tax reduction for real estate development projects that he had promised, and it would be approved in a few days."

Lu Di slowed down the movements of his hands and smiled: "Is anyone helping us?"

"Who is it? Seamus Norton's people? Or Stanley's people?"

"I don't know yet. Do you want to check it out?"

"...No need~"

"We only want the results, not the process... there will always be someone who will stand up and give an explanation~ Haha~"

Rosenluo felt that he had learned new knowledge and nodded: "Understood!"

----

Manhattan.

At the intersection of No. 12th Avenue and 40th Street, there is a small company building.

On the fifth floor, in Polly's office.

Polly breathed a sigh of relief after reading the financial statements Andy had sent to her.

Now under the company Da, the operation of the nightclub has been completely on track and has become the company's cash cow.

The advertising company's revenue ranks second among the businesses of many subsidiaries.

Behind them are construction companies, transportation companies, beverage factories and clothing processing factories.

Looking at the financial statements with gratifying income in her hand, Polly was completely relieved of her worries.

She put down the report in her hand and picked up the agricultural product ordering contract on her right, feeling even happier.

No one would have thought that the affordable store, which she originally thought would lose money, quickly reached break-even because of these low-price agricultural product subscription contracts, without the need for the company to continue to invest funds.

The current affordable store is not only about to open its fourth and fifth branches, but it has also reached cooperation with some food retailers to expand its product range.

In addition, the new sauce developed by Zhang Wenbiao and Brother Biao will soon enter the stage of mass production.

This has allowed the rapid development of affordable stores to reduce many fetters and constraints and enter a period of rapid development.

Polly leaned back in her chair, data, reports, progress, inventory, prices, and time constantly flashing through her mind. .

After a few minutes.

She thought of that face that made her want to smile.

David!

What is that brat doing?