Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Wall Street, Stanley [-]th Floor.

David returned to his office, sat lazily on the sofa, and smiled at Odis Parker who was waiting here.

"Do you... have any good news for me?"

When Mr. Parker saw David almost falling into the sofa, he naturally unbuttoned his coat and smiled relaxedly.

"I have two pieces of news, one is good and the other is not so good~"

"Uh... Okay Otis, there are only two of us here, I'm hungry and tired... Just stop whetting my appetite~"

"Hahaha~"

Mr. Parker’s laughter is very refreshing~

He raised his hand, waved it, and said with a smile: "I understand your plan just now! It's great!"

"However, your plan can only be realized in the United States... It is completely impossible in Europe!"

David found a comfortable position for himself, simply lay flat on his back, picked his nose and said.

"Europe...hehe~"

"If Napoleon had won that year... the situation in Europe might be better now~"

"Is this the good news you said?"

"No~"

Mr. Parker put away his smile and said with a serious expression and a little curiosity.

"Bloomer's father, Old Wharton, has returned from Europe. Old Mr. Morgan and Seamus are planning to go to London in a few days."

"And you just chose today to come up with this new business..."

"I guess...if old Mr. Morgan calls you before tomorrow morning, he will definitely invite you to go to London and take a walk together!"

"London?? What am I going to do there?" David's face was full of questions, and he didn't understand what Mr. Parker meant at all.

"Hehe~"

"That ties into another piece of news I have to say."

"Someone is investigating you!"

"Check me?" David frowned instantly, sat up slowly, and asked.

"who is it?"

"For now, we don't know yet."

"But... they should have almost checked all the information about the people around you."

"The only investigation left now is you, which has not yet been fully launched~"

David's mind was running rapidly, eliminating the list of possible investigations against him one by one. .

Morgan. .Checked it!

Rockefeller?That’s not right either~

Calculating this, among the few people he had met in the Long Island villa, Seamus and Thomas M. Mellon, the leader of the Mellon family who had a relationship, should not send anyone to investigate him. .

So. .Was it in business that you unintentionally touched someone or some people's cake?

will be. .who?

Mr. Parker patiently gave David some time to think hard, and the smile on his lips hung up again.

"David, what are you worried about?"

"Do you have a secret that you're afraid of being known?"

"Um...no, except..."

"Hey~!!!"

notebook!

David suddenly remembered those notebooks containing many golden ideas.

But he has already taken out many of the things on it~

Could it be that someone noticed his habit of taking notes and wanted to find out more about these notebooks?

Do not!

No ~!

David frowned tightly, stared at Mr. Parker, and asked in a low voice: "Does this kind of joke make you happy?"

Mr. Parker seemed to have anticipated David's reaction, shaking his head slightly and sighing: "Sure enough... I'm still too impatient~"

"Haha~Yes!"

"If you were more patient, you might be able to know more of my secrets~"

David's voice was filled with sarcasm and coldness.

Mr. Parker didn't take it seriously, but smiled proudly: "You must keep this vigilance!"

“It will be very useful for your trip to London~!”

"Hi~huhuhu~"

"You... I'd better find you a good doctor and give you a medical check~"

"Hahaha~ The doctors who treat me are all more seriously ill than me~"

"fxxx! You are such a complete bastard!"

"Well...thank you boss for the compliment!"

. . .

After this episode, which David thought was not a pleasant one, the atmosphere in the office slowly relaxed.

David lay on his side on the sofa again and asked angrily: "Are there any truths in your mouth that I can believe?"

Mr. Parker also let himself sit more relaxed and said with a smile: "After today~"

"I think there is a [-]% chance that your trip to London will come true."

"..Why?"

"Haha~ You don't have a comprehensive understanding of the difficulties that old Mr. Morgan is going to face, do you?"

David rubbed his stomach with his hands and said with a crooked mouth: "Isn't he the successor of the family? What else can he have?"

"...That's right~"

"But it's not entirely right~!"

"The entire Morgan family, this branch of the United States, has been in the hands of old Mr. Morgan in recent years. Although it has not continued to decline, it has not increased the strength and power of the family much."

"This is something that gives old Mr. Morgan a headache...He has no choice but to balance it~!"

"The competition for interests within the family and the constant penetration and squeeze of major external consortiums have made the Morgan family, the former financial giant, slowly give up most of the cake in the financial industry."

"You should be able to understand something from the many investment banks that have emerged on Wall Street in recent years~"

David stopped what he was doing, silently acknowledged Mr. Parker's words, and raised his hand to signal him to continue.

"Hehe~"

"Then guess...Old Morgan, Seamus, and Old Wharton all went to Europe. Why?"

"Hey~ Just tell me, I'm too lazy to guess."

"...Okay~"

"All of this actually has something to do with you."

"In the past few years, the rice dollar was decoupled from gold, and the rice dollar depreciated rapidly. The Fed's implementation of low interest rates caused more rice dollars to flow out of the country and enter the markets in Asia, Europe and other places."

"This year, the stagflation index is rising steadily, and the domestic economic situation is showing a strange state that is difficult for everyone to understand."

"Coupled with the expanding fiscal deficit, there is a high probability that a second oil crisis will occur, and the Fed's decision to raise interest rates and other factors are superimposed on each other."

Mr. Parker looked inquiring and said to David: "When we first met here, you said that the rice dollar would definitely appreciate~"

"Then the flow of rice dollars from around the world to China will become a new war for domestic banks to redefine their market shares!"

Mr. Parker's words allowed David to slowly clarify the issues that he had ignored before.

Where is the place with the most rice dollars in the world?

Several Asian countries with the fastest economic growth, and European countries with traditional economic powers!

The Fed raises interest rates, and the dollar flows back. Where will it go?

All major domestic banks~!

The money they put out will naturally come back when it comes back. .

wrong!

This money may be worth 100 knives when it is released by major domestic banks, but what about when it comes back?

Is it still $100?

Certainly not!

Which domestic bank will the part of the profits earned by international bankers through various investment methods flow to?

Bank of America?FuGuo bank?Morgan Bank?Chase Manhattan, Citi, Mellon?

There are too many banks in the United States!

There are more consortiums involved in the financial industry~

After the Fed continued to raise interest rates, tightened monetary policy, reduced the number of loan approvals, reduced the circulation of rice dollars in the international currency market, etc., and adopted a series of measures to control the total amount of rice dollar currency.

Which bank in the United States can retain a large amount of discretionary funds in its hands will be able to take the lead in the economic recovery and rapid development after the recession in the future.

Under the financial crisis and oil crisis, whoever has money will be more confident!

Those who don’t have money can only stare and watch others act awesome. .

Although David doesn't know how European countries responded to the second oil crisis. .

But he clearly remembers that European countries did not follow the Fed and implement economic control policies of continuously raising interest rates.

Moreover, these measures will not have immediate results and will immediately revitalize the domestic economy. .

The economic stagflation and the bottom of the trough period in the United States will not appear until three years from now. .

Three years.

What if Morgan Sr., Seamus Sr., and Sr. Wharton Sr. could obtain more repatriated funds from Europe and enter the banks controlled by their family consortiums.

Then they will be the group of people who stand around the table again in the next three years and divide the pie.

London. .

After David roughly thought about these things, of course he also had some different ideas about the former world financial center city he might visit this time.

"Odis, you just said someone was investigating me, is that true?"

"Of course! This... I don't need to lie to you~"

"Well... who it is, please help me find it~ the sooner the better!"

"Haha~ No problem!"

After Mr. Parker responded, he paused for a few seconds, narrowed his eyes and said, "Your trip to London... is just my guess~"

"..Understood~"

"Then you...will you take the initiative to call old Mr. Morgan?"

David rubbed his chin with his hand, shook his head and said, "Hmm... I didn't think about it~"

"I'm hungry.."

"It's better to fill your stomach first and think about these things~"

"Would you like to eat something with me?"

"Forget it~ I'll go back first and try to give you a satisfactory answer before you go to London."

"Wow~haha, thank you!"

Mr. Parker stood up, buttoned his coat again, and said with a smile: "It's the boss's order... it should be~"

"However, if you really want to go to London, I think you should take Elena Mesa with you~"

"She has lived in London for many years and should be able to help you a lot!"

The image of the red-haired beauty popped into David's mind. He scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Will she... eat me?"

"Hahaha~ She eats you, it's you who took advantage of her~"

"Haha~ I don't think so..."

"Hahahaha~"

----

Manhattan.

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

Polly walked into the office, put down her small bag, and said to Ludy who followed her: "Have you contacted Rosenlow?"

"Yeah...he'll be here soon."

"Then I'll call dad first~"

Polly sat down, picked up the phone, and called home.

"Hello mom? Where's dad?"

"Oh, did he say when he would be back?"

"Okay~ It's okay, I won't go back for dinner tonight~"

"Well, well~ I'll kill mom first!"

Put down the microphone.

Polly held out her hands to Ludy and said, "You can find daddy, right?"

"...Almost~"

"Okay~ You go to him and tell him David's plan. I'll wait for Rosenlow and tell him the plan we discussed."

"ok~"

"I'll try to get back before three o'clock."

"Okay, let's go~"

Ludy is gone.

Polly took her small bag, took out the meeting minutes inside, and read it again carefully. The expression on her face was both joy and sorrow.

David. .

He kept pulling Polly to run forward quickly.

Every time Polly felt she had reached her limit, David would always bring her more and greater encouragement~

This road, to Polly, seemed to have no end.

Will David keep holding her hand and not let her fall behind?

Polly clenched her little fists and gritted her teeth secretly.

----

New Jersey.

The training base of the security company.

The persons in charge, Lawrence and Cohen, walked into the office, summoned Jackal and Rambo, and held a brief meeting.

"You are in such a hurry to go to New York...Did something happen?"

"Haha~ Tomorrow night, we will all go out to New York to perform a mission!"

"Everyone? Hey~ Who are we going to get this time? Drug dealers or gangs?"

"fxxx!"

"What are you thinking about? We are on duty for the Halloween Parade."

Jackal instantly felt that the cigarette in his mouth was no longer fragrant, and sighed with a sad face.

"Let's do police work?"

"Then...can I bring a machine gun?"

Lawrence put his legs on the table, rolled his eyes, and said nothing.

Cohen glanced at Rambo, who was holding back his laughter, and scolded with a smile: "You bastard, what are you doing with a machine gun? Are you going to kill those werewolves, Frankensteins, and vampires participating in the parade?"

"Hahaha~"

Several people laughed.

The jackal crossed his legs, pretending to be unwilling to give up, and said with a smile: "After these days of leisure, I always feel that my marksmanship has deteriorated..."

"How come there's no guy out there who can cause trouble and let me have some fun?"

Rambo sat next to him and raised his middle finger to this crooked old guy. .

"Oh, right!"

"In the morning, after the ball arrived at the hotel in Miami, I got a call~Borg Bellu also called Cohen."

When Lawrence and Cohen heard the news, they both put away their playful attitude and looked at the jackal and asked.

"How's the ball going?"

"I heard from him that it's not bad. There are quite a few beauties..."

"You... fxxx! Let's get down to business!"

"Okay, okay~"

"The ball has left a number. If you have any questions, you can call him directly."

As he spoke, Jackal pointed to the phone on the desk. There was a piece of white paper with a phone number written on it.

Cohen picked up the number and looked at it, glanced at Lawrence, then picked up the phone and dialed.

"...Hey~! Ball?"

"Ha~ It's me! Are you...Cohen? Are you back?"

"Yes~ you..."

"..."

After the two briefly chatted, Lawrence asked: "You live in the city? Have you decided on what identity you will use to show up?"

There was a hint of inexplicable excitement in Piqiu's voice, and he smiled and said: "I met an interesting person on the plane. She gave me a good idea, so I used my identity as a gourmet to visit various restaurants in Miami. How about it?"

"Forehead.."

Lawrence covered his forehead. He didn't expect that this greedy guy would actually let him use such a legendary and weird profession as a cover. .

"Okay... We're in New York and we're looking for someone to arrange a job at a small magazine for you."

"You have to be careful and don't go around bragging... We are beyond our reach and can't help you much!"

"ok~I understand!"

"Then...who should I contact proactively?"

"No, please stop running around and wait for our call~"

"Okay, that's it?"

"Ok!"

After putting down the phone, Lawrence looked at Cohen and said, "Are you going to contact DEA director Bog Beru?"

Cohen crossed his arms across his chest, thought for a moment, and asked Jackal: "How many people are there in the mercenary team?"

"Six!"

"The other six people will be here before noon tomorrow."

Cohen looked at Rambo again: "How are they doing? Are they feeling...have they regressed?"

Rambo raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and smiled: "If it's just to fight drug dealers... it should be enough!"

"Hmm~"

Cohen stared at the phone and was silent for more than ten seconds. He shook his head slightly and said, "According to the original plan, let's get these people together first and train them together for a few days to build mutual understanding and trust before letting them go to Florida. .”

He turned to look at Lawrence and said: "Those words that Qiu Qiu once said, when I thought about it later, I found it very reasonable."

"As the director of the Florida DEA, he, Bog Bellu, ignored so many domestic private security companies and refused to discuss cooperation, but chose us..."

"What he values ​​​​has never been us and the guns in his hands!"

Lawrence understood what Cohen was worried about, and frowned and asked: "As for Bog Beru, you will continue to be the one to contact us... He may use us as guns with peace of mind, and then throw us away like garbage after use. ?”

"Haha~ Throw away the trash... It's not that big~"

Cohen lit a cigarette for himself: "I have always had a very bad impression of him~ He also knows that I have a bad impression of him..."

"But he still chose to contact us again~"

"..."

Lawrence adjusted his sitting position, touched his belly, sighed and said, "Tell David ~ let him decide what to do!"

"..ok~"

"We will go find him after tomorrow night."