Manhattan Reborn 1978

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new York.

Wall Street, Stanley [-]th Floor.

David sent Ludy, Alto, and Rosenlo to the elevator door.

Ludy smiled and said to David: "On the top floor of the Wildfire Bar, on the floor above your house, Polly is going to arrange for someone to do some sound insulation on the ground and then lay the floor..."

"From now on, even if a hundred people dance disco above your bedroom, you won't hear the noise~"

"Haha~"

"Then I'm going to... hold a party every weekend?"

Lu Di waved his hands and shook his head with disgust: "I'm very busy every weekend, so don't call me if you have nothing to do~"

"Cut~"

"Have you found a new lover?"

"Haha~" Lu Di smiled proudly.

David curled his lips and sighed: "Where is your son? How old is he? Don't let him wander around like little Malkin all day long without anyone watching him~"

"Hmm.. No way~"

Ludy put away his smile, glanced at the open elevator door, and said negative words, but he took David's words into his heart.

His unsatisfactory eldest son, who is about to turn 19, failed to enter college this year. .

Emm. .

That brat is only three years younger than David, but he is still a stupid boy who idles around all day and likes to cause trouble~

It seems that he really needs to find something serious to do!

. . .

The three of Lu Di were sent away.

David did not go back to his office, but took the elevator and found Pine who was in a meeting.

He glanced into the conference room. CEO Nylent Ramon was speaking, and Pine was sitting next to him, immersed in taking notes.

Pine, now Stanley CEO Nylonte Lamont, is one of the right-hand men to carry out drastic internal reforms.

In the plan to tear down and rebuild almost all the original Stanley departments, this is the first and most important opportunity for the younger generation such as Nylonte Ramon to prove themselves after taking over the power~

David once briefly chatted with Pine about work ~

Pine said calmly that he was always around Giles and there were not many opportunities for this kind of exercise~

If he can participate in Stanley's reconstruction plan, he and Giles can accumulate a lot of valuable experience, and can further put more of Stanley's equity and power back into the hands of the family.

Morgan has already lost half of the Morgan Bank, and must not lose Stanley again~

These few words from Pine made David feel very touched in his heart~

For those who want to succeed, there is never any shortcut~

Instead of dreaming, take action!

Pine is a man of action with strong execution ability.

. . .

David asked a staff member and asked him to help tell Pine to contact him after the meeting. Then he went downstairs and returned to his office, preparing to rest his overused brain~

----

New Jersey, capital city of London.

Trenton, because of its special geographical location, has very convenient transportation~

It is located between the two most important cities in the northeastern United States, New York and Philadelphia.

To its northeast, a 20-minute drive is the famous Princeton University; in just over an hour's drive, you can reach Manhattan, New York City.

To its southwest, more than 50 kilometers away, is one of the most important cities in Pennsylvania, Philadelphia.

The total population of Trenton's urban area is less than 9. If the population of the surrounding towns is included, the total population of the entire area is less than 40.

Trenton, founded in 1679.

It became the capital in 1790.

The industry and commerce here is prosperous. In addition to the traditional industries such as ceramics, steel cables, and rubber, there are also industries such as steel, auto parts, aircraft manufacturing, and chemicals.

Trenton was founded 300 years ago and has many historical buildings.

There are colonial-era houses and churches from the [-]th century, and the Trenton Battle Monument from the Revolutionary War.

There are also Trenton State University (established in 1855) and other well-known institutions in the state.

. . .

New Jersey State Penitentiary, eastern suburbs of Trenton.

"Ling Ling~Ling Ling~"

Outside the warden's office, the phone rang.

The warden's middle-aged female secretary picked up the phone and said a few words casually.

With a face full of surprise, she said into the phone: "Please wait a moment~"

Then he immediately knocked on the door of the warden's office and silently gestured for him to answer the phone.

The warden seemed to recognize the name of the caller from the secretary's silent mouth. He was surprised and curious and picked up the phone and started chatting with the caller with a smile.

After a few minutes.

The warden put down the phone, stared at the phone for a few seconds, and then smiled ~

The caller is the justice of the New Jersey Supreme Court~

The information on this phone call is very simple~

The justice will send someone to greet the parole board and issue relevant official documents~

Edward B. Tryon was released from prison on parole three days early~

After the warden heard that his old friend Cui En could be released from prison early, he asked curiously. .Why?

The chief judge did not hide it and told the warden directly.

"Commissioner Hardman of the New York Police Department obtained my phone number from Justice Tinipelo of Maine and requested that Trin be released from prison three days early~"

"I think this little thing is a good thing for you, right?"

The warden smiled and said a few polite words, and silently wrote down the name in his mind.

. . .

After half an hour.

The warden led two of his men, and his old friend Edward B. Tryon, slowly towards the prison gate.

Old Cui En's square face was covered with wrinkles, and most of the short hair on his head was gray.

Carrying the small bag of belongings he had brought before he was imprisoned, he asked his old friend the warden in a low voice with doubts on his face.

"The original plan...isn't it next Monday? Why is it three days ahead of schedule?"

The warden turned around, waved to his men who were following behind, and smiled softly to his old friend.

"I guess...boy Lawrence found Commissioner Hardman of the New York Police Department to help..."

"Lawrence? He..."

"Haha~ If you have any questions, you should ask him yourself~"

The two of them walked to the gate of the prison. The warden signaled to the guard and opened a small door.

He turned to his old friend Cui En, stretched out his right hand, and said with a smile: "I will help you get your parole documents~"

"During the recent one-year parole period, you cannot leave New Jersey, and you must call the parole officer regularly to report~"

"There's someone waiting for you outside the door. I'll take you here~"

Old Cui En smiled and avoided the warden's right hand, opened his arms and gave his old friend a big hug~

His prison life in the past few years has made his temper, which was originally very violent, much calmer~

Old Cui En patted his old friend's back gently and whispered: "Thank you, old man!"

"Hahaha~"

"It will take me a few years to retire~"

"No matter where you are going, don't forget to take some time to give me a call!"

"I will~"

"When you settle down, remember to buy me a drink!"

"Definitely! Haha~"

Old Cui En smiled and took a deep breath, nodded heavily to his old friend, and walked out of the small door~

Under the sun, he raised his head and closed his eyes and took a slow breath, feeling the long-lost breath of freedom. .

. . .

Outside the prison gate.

Rambo, who had thick eyebrows, big eyes and a crooked mouth, was wearing an old green military uniform without any markings. He leaned against the door of a brand-new military jeep with his arms folded. He watched Old Cui En walk out of the prison gate and stood there with his face exposed. A smile.

After closing his eyes and enjoying it for a while, Old Cui En turned around and waved goodbye to his old friend. He caught a glimpse of Rambo in an old military uniform and walked towards him.

Rambo lowered his arms, put away his smile, put his heels together in a very polite manner, stood in a military posture, and asked Old Cui En.

"Are you Edward B. Tryon?"

"Hmm~"

"My name is John Rambo. Lawrence is on business in New York, so he arranged for me to come here to pick you up."

Old Cui En looked Rambo up and down, threw the small bag in his hand into the car through the open window, and asked casually with a smile.

"Have you ever been a soldier?"

"Yes, sir~ Green Beret!"

"Oh? Have you ever been on the battlefield?"

"...Been to Vietnam~"

Old Cui En was stunned for a moment, put away his casual smile, reached out and patted Rambo on the shoulder, shook his head, took a breath and asked.

"You...how many of you are back?"

Rambo's body tensed subconsciously, but he lowered his head and whispered: "I am the only one in our company who has returned~"

"..."

Old Cui En, who has been a soldier for most of his life, survived the smoke-filled battlefield of the Guadalcanal Battle of World War II and survived the piles of corpses of his comrades. He fully understands the feeling of the Rambo boy in front of him at this moment, returning alone.

He pursed his lips and signaled to Rambo, and the two got into the car in silence.

on the way.

Old Cui En sat in the passenger seat, looked out the window, and asked in a low voice.

"where are we going?"

"da security company training base."

"Oh~Lawrence mentioned it."

"How many people are there in the base now?"

"About 400 people, I haven't counted them exactly~"

Old Cui En nodded silently, looking very calm as he was impressed that Lawrence could expand the base's personnel several times in such a short period of time.

"When did you join? How do you feel about this base?"

A smile appeared on Rambo's lips, he stepped on the accelerator slightly and said, "It's great~ Many people in our base call it their new home~"

"..."

Old Cui En tilted his head slightly, glanced at the smile on Rambo's lips, and began to re-evaluate this so-called idea. . "New home"~

----

noon.

new York.

Wildfire Bar, 42nd Street, Manhattan.

The crew of Da Film and Television Company filming a TV series entered their lunch break.

The only black actors in the entire crew, Samuel L. Jackson and Denzel Washington, naturally gathered in the corner and chatted together.

Samuel stared at the young Denzel with his big, clear eyes, took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one over, and asked.

"I accidentally saw you and your... agent chatting this morning?"

"Um...you mean Xina?"

"Yes, he is the head of my agency~"

Denzel took out a lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette for the older big brother Samuel, shrugged and replied with a smile.

"agency?"

Although Samuel already had the answer in his heart, when he heard it from Denzel, he felt sour in his heart. .

"You... signed a contract with them?"

"Signed~"

"Can you tell me in detail?"

Denzel exhaled a puff of smoke in a slightly unfamiliar manner, stared at Samuel for a few seconds, and nodded cheerfully.

10 minute later.

After listening to his little brother Denzel's story, Samuel couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"You are so fucking lucky, kid!"

Denzel pretended not to care and smiled: "That's... 20 years!"

"How many 20 years are there in my life?"

Samuel glanced at his little brother Denzel with a complicated expression, and said with a wry smile: "I've been in New York...almost ten years!"

"If you miss this opportunity, you will be like me..."

Denzel put away his smile and asked: "You now...?"

"Hehe~"

Samuel lit another cigarette for himself, leaned back against the wall, pointed at the people in the bar, and whispered.

"Here, except for the staff of Da Film and Television Company, who have a stable income, the rest of the people, one by one, live a life of hunger and satiety~"

"You said...the boss of the brokerage company arranged a free accommodation for you and paid you living expenses every month?"

"...Yes~"

"Haha~" Samuel shook his head with envy and jealousy.

"I guess...only your biological parents can take care of you so generously, right?"

"Do you know...how many people come to New York every year with the dream of becoming a big star?"

"How many people are as lucky as you to get a role just after arriving in New York?"

"As far as I know...no!"

"No one is as lucky as you~ Among the people I know, you are the only one!"

Young Denzel Washington lowered his head, his face showing contemplation.

After a while.

Denzel then said: "Actually... I can't figure out why they signed me...??"

"You... want to sign a contract with a brokerage company like me?"

Samuel exhaled a cloud of smoke noncommittally and asked: "Why do you think so?"

"Because... we are all black and we are supposed to help each other!"

Samuel was speechless~

He stared at his little brother Denzel for a while, shook his head and smiled: "Maybe... you have something they value very much, but I may not have it~"

"It's okay~!"

Denzel seemed to have figured it out, and leaned closer to Samuel and whispered: "The owner of this bar is the owner of my agency."

"We can stay here every day, and there will always be a chance to meet him!"

"...Then what? Will I sign a contract for 20 years like you?"

Denzel raised his eyebrows, spread his hands and said, "What? Aren't you willing?"

"Of course... I'm willing~"

"Hahaha~"

"Who doesn't want to have a big financial backer standing behind them, so they won't have to worry about not having any movies to film?"

"..Haha~"

Denzel stretched out his fist and bumped Samuel's fist, and both of them laughed~

----

Manhattan.

Stanley fourth floor.

When David was lying on the sofa and taking a nap, the office door was pushed open and Pine walked in, smiling.

"Are you lazy again?"

David started walking in a daze, rubbed his eyes and retorted: "You all have big things to do, why can't I take a nap secretly?"

"Hehe~"

Pine put the folder in his hand on the table and asked with a smile: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Well...it's a matter between the mercenary team and the Hearst family."

David explained the two things he was going to discuss with Pine.

After listening carefully, Pine couldn't help but shake his head and said with a smile: "I don't care about the security company's affairs, you can make your own decision~"

"Who did you hear about the Hearst family and Patty?"

"Lilith~"

"...I understand~"

Pine teased with a gossipy look on his face: "You kid...you still know that you feel sorry for your girlfriend?"

"Of course~"

"When Lilith talked about this matter, it was obvious that she wanted me to help Patty~"

"Do you... think I should help?"

Pine seemed to be in a good mood and shrugged, spreading his hands and saying, "Don't underestimate the Hearst family and Patty's father."

"Patti's father won the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism in 1955~"

"He has worked in his family's media group company for many years and has extensive connections in Washington~"

"If it weren't for... Patty's grandfather, Hester Sr., made too many enemies when he was alive. Actually, Patty's matter wouldn't be a big deal~"

David put on the coat he had just thrown aside, opened the door and asked his secretary Maggie for a pot of coffee, poured a cup for Pine, and asked.

"Did Patty hurt anyone during the robbery?"

"...probably not~"

Pine took the coffee cup, took a sip, and continued: "After many long trials, the prosecution has no evidence to prove that Patty shot and injured people during several robberies he participated in~"

"But the negative effects caused by Patty's incident were too bad~"

"Before the sentencing, no one in Washington would stand up and speak to Patty despite the huge pressure from the media."

"So... Patty really has Stockholm Syndrome?"

"...How would I know~? Maybe~"

"Does it matter?"

David took a sip of coffee, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Yeah...it's not that important~"

Pine put down the coffee cup, crossed his legs, and asked, "How are you going to help her?"

"Well... I'll let Mag go understand the situation first, and then I'll think of a solution~"

"Hehe~"

"Even if...you don't do anything, I think the Hearst family can find a way to get Patty out of prison~"

"Oh? What about? Release on bail and see a doctor?"

"No~"

Pine shook his head, gave a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "Have you heard of the presidential pardon?"

"president??"

"That's right!"

David was really shocked by this unexpected answer.

Will President Warren White issue a pardon specifically for Patty Hearst?

this. .

David suddenly felt that strange things happen every year, especially this year~

Hearst family influence. .So strong?

wrong!

Hearst Media Group!

Emm. .

public opinion!

Correct!

Pine just said that Old Hester made too many enemies in his life, which means that the success of the Hearst family is accompanied by constant business wars and mergers~

It is precisely because of this~

It was only because of Patty's affairs that many enemies of the Hearst family would seize it and take action one after another, constantly humiliating them in front of the crowd. .

But now that Patty has been sentenced to jail and received the punishment he deserves, those enemies of the Hearst family will definitely not jump out and continue to cause trouble. .

After all, no one wants to really fight with the media giant Hearst family~