Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Xincheng Restaurant, Chinatown, Manhattan.

David and his friends' car parked on the street, and when they got out of the car, they happened to meet the restaurant owner Zhang Jinhong, who sent away the last batch of customers with a smile on his face.

David walked quickly to Boss Zhang and apologized quickly: "I have caused you trouble. After much thought, you are the only place where we can discuss things, so..."

Boss Zhang glanced at Ma Ge behind David, waved the two of them into the restaurant, and said as he walked.

"No trouble!"

"It's my honor that you are willing to come to my place~"

"Look, I found a movable screen at the door of the single room I arranged for you~"

"The guests, waiters and kitchen staff in the restaurant, I asked them to go home for the holidays. Wenbiao will be here soon to prepare delicious dishes for you ~ I will hang the closed sign on the door right now, no People will disturb you.”

"Okay, okay~ I've delayed your business, you must take it~"

David took out the check he had just written in the car from his pocket and put it into Boss Zhang's hand.

"Hey~ David, you... I can't have it!"

"We can't repay you for the help you gave Wenbiao and us. I will never charge you for such a trivial matter!"

David and Boss Zhang gave in once, and when he saw that he was determined not to accept the money, he took back the check with a smile and turned to look at Mag Ludwig.

"We are all here? Where is Parker? Will he come too?"

Mag Ludwig raised his eyebrows with a strange expression, shook his head and smiled: "I made a bet with him~"

"He said you would definitely ask me about him..."

"You cost me ten knives, boss!"

David glanced out the door, spread his hands and said with a smile: "Is he still...really coming?"

Mag glanced at Boss Zhang who left voluntarily and went to the kitchen, silently remembered this very discerning old Chinese man in his heart, and said.

"He's right behind us~"

"Uh... Then ask him to come with us~" David patted Mag's shoulder, walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Mag stood there and pondered for a few seconds, feeling a little more hopeful about David, who was so young but so calm.

. . .

ten minutes later.

Odis Parker, Mag Ludwig, Ezra Kramer, and Harold Stone all sat down, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, and were quietly waiting for tonight's event. Master David, speak.

David glanced at CIA director Ezra Cremo, whom he met for the first time, and asked Mr. Parker with a smile.

"You went to find Mr. Cremo today?"

"Yes~"

"All right.."

The smile on David's face turned bitter, and he felt helpless towards Mr. Parker, who often had brain convulsions. .

"Mr. Stone, Mr. Claymore, I am David Coleman~"

"I believe you are all familiar with me~"

"So today, why are we meeting here? Mag?"

Mag Ludwig smiled, unbuttoned his coat, and said, "Of course... Cooperation!"

"Mr. Claymore and Mr. Stone both just arrived in New York~"

"I think they are willing to come here today. They must have been looking forward to this meeting for a long time~"

Before Mag's voice fell, Odis Parker adjusted the buttons on his cuffs and continued.

"Especially Mr. Cremo, don't you... really want to meet David?"

"For this reason, you have sent people to investigate David in the past two days, right?"

In the small room, several people looked at Ezra Cremo.

Claymore did not defend himself, smiled and nodded and replied: "Yes, I am looking forward to getting acquainted with Mr. Coleman ~ just like we once talked about ~"

"But I didn't tell you to send someone to investigate my boss!"

"Hehe~"

"Mr. Coleman, I want to apologize to you first for this matter~"

"I don't want to..."

David raised his hand, interrupted Claymore, stared at Mr. Parker and asked: "His men are the fourth wave of people investigating me?"

"..No~"

"I haven't found that missing guy yet!"

"Eh~? And...Is there someone you can't find?"

Mr. Parker spread his hands calmly and said with a smile: "That's why I made an appointment with the two of them to meet and ask for some help~"

Feeling angry and funny, David pointed at Mr. Parker twice and sighed.

"You... really give me a headache~"

"Hahaha~"

Headache!

Claymore, Harold and Mago, who felt the same way, couldn't help but laugh.

David's eyes looked at Claymore and Mr. Stone again amid everyone's laughter.

He stood up and took off his coat, untied his tie and stuffed it into his coat pocket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, sat down again and said relaxedly.

"Mr. Stone, your previous FBI director, Bog Beru, left a deep impression on me~"

"You don't like fishing and law enforcement like him, do you?"

Harold Stone, who had been feeling unwell since he came in, shook his head with a stiff expression: "That bastard... We are different!"

"Yeah~ That's good!"

"Mr. Cremo, I speak more directly~"

"You just said you wanted to get to know me. Why? You can be more direct and say it!"

Mr. Cremo stood up as if he was prepared, took out a palm-sized black box from his coat pocket, placed it on the table, and pressed a button.

Then he followed David's example, took off his coat, tie, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, sat down and said to David with a smile.

"I want to be your friend and ally!"

David stared at the black box for a few seconds, pointed at it and asked: "Your CIA's new technology product?"

"That's right~ It can block most eavesdropping, recording and other equipment. We have just started to use it experimentally."

"Well~Otis, your equipment must keep up with the pace of CIA and be updated~"

"Hehe~"

Mr. Parker picked up the black box, flipped it up and down, looked at it, put it back on the table, and said with a smile.

"It seems like I really have to keep pace with the times~"

After saying that, Mr. Parker also stood up, took off his coat, took off a recording device he carried with him under his arm, and placed it on the table.

Several people saw that he actually carried it. .

David covered his forehead and complained: "You wouldn't have installed similar eavesdropping and recording equipment in my office and home, would you?"

"Um... I have installed jamming equipment in your office and home to ensure that no one can eavesdrop on your privacy."

"On this point, you can rest assured!"

"I...I'm so worried!"

"Are your occupational diseases also going to be corrected?"

"Haha~ I have been taking medicine on time these days..."

"You and I.."

David pointed at Mr. Parker and hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to say. .

He put down his hand helplessly, turned to Claymo and asked: "Do you... have more equipment? Get some for me to use as decorations in the office and home~"

Claymore laughed dumbly and said, "Okay~ I'll think of a way!"

"Um.."

There was silence again among the few people in the small room.

Mag Ludwig, who had just been eating melons and watching the show, took Mr. Parker's equipment with his hand, played with it a few times, and said to Harold Stone.

"Are you prepared to accept Mayor Lynch's invitation?"

Mr. Stone looked at a few people silently, stood up and took off his coat, turned around in a circle and sat down, took a deep breath and smiled bitterly.

"Next time... let's just find a bathroom and be honest with each other~"

"Hahahaha~"

. . .

Amidst the laughter, a relaxed atmosphere was created among the few people that was different from just now.

Harold Stone's voice sounded after the laughter slowed down.

"Mag, are you Lynch's friend?"

"Are you asking me for Lynch now, or...?"

"No, my boss is David!"

"...Okay~"

Mr. Stone took a deep breath, looked at David and said: "I have worked at the FBI headquarters for many years, and I have always tried to avoid all political-related events to avoid getting into trouble~"

"But since I came to New York, I realized how stupid I was to live alone..."

"Whether the director of the FBI is Hoover or not, the FBI has never escaped the covetousness of politicians!"

Mr. Stone's words revealed loss, helplessness and self-deprecation as he continued.

"Mayor Lynch was not the only person who extended an olive branch to me during the time I came to New York~"

"These people all have various ideas in their hearts, intending to make me an important chess piece for them at a certain time or event in the future."

Mr. Stone looked at Otis Parker, spread his hands and said, "Before you came to me, I refused an invitation."

"When I went to Cornell University to attend a seminar, some colleagues also hinted at several invitations to me on behalf of others, but I politely declined them~"

"Kremo, I don't know what the situation is like over there~"

"I don't want to become a pawn or tool in the hands of others!"

After listening to Mr. Stone's words, David crossed his arms on his chest and looked at Mag Ludwig, wanting to hear how he would respond.

Mag put down the device in his hand, turned to look at Claymore, and asked with a smile.

"Mr. Cremo, what about you?"

Ezra Claymore said with a smile on his lips, glanced at Harold Stone whose expression calmed down.

"Our CIA set up a branch in New York, on the one hand, to prevent and monitor overseas spies from entering Wall Street to cause damage; on the other hand, we want to compete with the FBI and other agencies for resources in the hands of some people."

"Harold, whether you are willing to admit it or not, as long as you and I are still in this position, we will inevitably become tools or pawns in the hands of some people."

"The only difference is that one is that we take the initiative to participate and give ourselves some room for choice; the other is that we are completely led by the nose, with no room for change."

"So, if I have to choose... I will definitely choose cooperation!"

"After all... when we have a choice, we won't be like an abandoned child, thrown aside after being used, and left to fend for ourselves..."

A smile appeared on David's lips, and he gave a thumbs up to Claymore and Mr. Stone's double act.

He didn't believe that the two of them didn't discuss it before coming. .

If it is true as Harold Stone said, can someone like him be sent to New York, the most important international metropolis in the United States?

hehe~

Mag Ludwig's smile grew wider.

He turned his head and looked at Mr. Otis Parker sitting aside and asked.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Mr. Parker waved his hand, sat upright, and whispered: "The boss is here, he can make the decision, I have no objection!"

"Uh...haha~ You're awesome!"

Mag gave Mr. Parker a thumbs up for this funny attitude.

David couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Hey Otis, can you be serious?"

"..."

The expression on Mr. Parker's face turned into a helpless sigh: "Okay... let's do it!"

"Harold, Claymore, since we are all sitting here, please save your words~"

"My boss always likes straightforward people. If you have any conditions for cooperation, you can just put them forward and we will discuss them~"

"..."

Claymore and Harold looked at each other and both looked at David.

David ignored them, looked down at his watch, stood up and walked out of the room, saying casually.

"Let's have dinner first, I'm hungry."

"You two, let's talk after dinner~"

"..ok~"

. . .

After half an hour.

Boss Zhang served several plates of authentic Chinese dishes and several plates of modified Chinese dishes to several people.

David waved to a few people pretending to be polite, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

He didn't want to talk about things on an empty stomach. .

Seeing David's attitude, the other people also picked up their tableware and started eating quietly.

No one drank, and the dinner ended quickly.

After the meal, David asked Boss Zhang for a pot of coffee and a pot of tea.

He filled himself a cup of tea, took a few sips happily, put down the cup and said.

"Mr. Cremo, you just mentioned resources..."

"Resources are scarce and limited everywhere in the world!"

"It's like... I made some money in the futures market, and someone is bound to lose money~"

"So I think the cooperation we can achieve is an exchange and circulation of equivalent resources~"

"Whatever you want...whatever you want from me, you might as well just say it."

"As for me, if I want you to help me, I will ask you directly. How about that?"

Claymore, who had just expressed his willingness to cooperate, smiled and said first: "No problem!"

"My condition is very simple, promotion!"

"If you can help me open a path to ascend, help me get more resources."

"As long as it's within my capabilities, I can help you with whatever you need~!"

"Yeah~ It's refreshing!"

David glanced across the faces of Mag and Mr. Parker, thought for a while and said.

"There are many types of resources, including information, connections, and money."

"What do you need most right now?"

Claymore sat forward with bright eyes and said with a smile, "What can I do for you?"

"Just in time, I'm going to London in a few days, and I still need a guide~"

"You are in London, do you have any friends?"

"Have!"

Claymore stood up, put on his coat, walked to David, stretched out his right hand and said with a smile: "When you arrive in London, someone will take the initiative to mention my name and...this restaurant to you~"

"She will be your best guide!"

"Haha~ OK! Happy cooperation, my friend!?"

"Happy cooperation!"

Claymore got what he wanted and left without any delay.

David sat down again, glanced at Mr. Parker, and joked: "Elena Mesa...won't be sad, right?"

Mr. Parker laughed happily, with an expression that showed he was not afraid of the trouble, and shrugged: "She is your trouble, not mine~"

"Forehead.."

Amid Mr. Parker's gloating smile, David raised his hand and scratched his head, rolled his eyes at him, and asked Harold Stone.

"Mr. Stone, what about you?"

Harold Stone pondered for a moment, shook his head slightly and said, "I haven't thought of it yet."

"Oh? Then you are... willing to cooperate with us?"

Mr. Stone glanced at Mr. Parker and said helplessly to David: "My current girlfriend, Harris Schultz..."

"Oh~ I forgot about this..."

"How are you two getting along now? When are you going to get married?"

"According to the plan, it should be at the end of this month...right?"

Mr. Parker smiled and continued: "Thanksgiving on the 23rd is a good day to get a marriage license."

"..." Harold Stone, who had always been passive on this matter, did not answer.

David rubbed his chin with his hand, turned to look at Mag, and asked: "You said... did Mr. Stone choose to cooperate with us because of his girlfriend Schultz?"

Ma Ge spread his hands in confusion and said, "You have to ask him~ How do I know?"

"Okay... Mr. Stone, is that right?"

"You should call me Harold~"

"...Okay Harold!"

Mr. Stone's eyes swept over the three of them very complicatedly, and finally landed on Mag, and asked.

"What will you do if I choose not to cooperate?"

Under David's curious gaze, Mag slowly put away his smile, put his hands on the table, considered it, and turned to David.

"Your father, David Sr., was once a member of the Sidrich family."

"The company you choose to start a business is also inseparable from the Sidrich family~"

"So, if someone wants to use these as a weakness to throw dirty water on you and attack you, they will definitely let the FBI and other law enforcement agencies serve as a pathfinder to investigate you!"

David also put away his smile and nodded calmly.

Mager was right. Old Malkin had controlled the family business for many years, and no one could tell how much of the money invested in him was clean money. .

The Sidrich family gang has been entrenched in New York for many years. How many of them have left behind that cannot withstand the investigation of the FBI and other law enforcement agencies. .Black history, no one can explain it~

Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a heart!

Mag looked at Harold Stone and said without any emotion in his eyes: "Whether you are willing to cooperate with us and become friends with us, in my opinion, is not important~"

"If you don't want to, we can find a way to find someone to replace you~!"

"I believe there will always be someone who thinks more clearly and has stronger desires than you!"

"Hehe~"

"What can't be bought with money in America? Mr. Stone?"

"Can you tell me?"

Harold Stone took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, unclenched them, clenched them again, and unclenched them again. .

In the end, he could only helplessly reveal a wry smile and said, "You... know my boss, House?"

"I've heard of it~"

Mag stretched out his right hand, pressed it on David's arm, and said: "There are many ways for you to leave New York within a week~"

"Do you want to go back to work for House? I can help you!"

David felt the temperature on Mag's hand and wondered where this guy's confidence came from. . ?

The head of the New York FBI can be fired within a week. .?

Harold Stone stared straight at Mag for a while, then exhaled and smiled.

"Can you help me transfer back to the headquarters? Yes! Help me~"

With a satisfied smile on his face, Mag took his right hand back from David's arm, stood up and stretched it out to Harold, smiling.

"Happy cooperation!?"

Mr. Stone also stood up, slowly stretched out his right hand, and said seriously: "Happy cooperation!"