Manhattan Reborn 1978

a new day.

Manhattan.

42nd Street, above Wildfire Bar.

When David woke up from his sleep, he found that Susan had already gotten up and had prepared two suitcases, one large and one small, for him.

She also thoughtfully made a list of items, recording in detail what was in the luggage, what was not, and which items were included. .

Emm. .

David was listening to Susan very carefully while washing with his toothbrush in his mouth, eating breakfast, putting on his shirt and tie. .Admonitions and “nagging”.

After everything was sorted, David stood there and let Susan spray perfume on her body, then smiled.

"I seem... not so smelly anymore!"

"Yes~ When we were in summer last year, I could often smell a strong smell of sweat on you~"

"But this past summer, the smell on your body... almost disappeared?"

David took the perfume bottle from Susan's hand, put it aside, opened his arms, hugged her whole body, and gave her a deep kiss~

When he felt Susan's body began to heat up and her breathing became rapid, he slowly put her down and smiled.

"You haven't been to London yet, have you?"

"After I've been busy for a while, how about we go to the places you want to go but have never had the chance to go?"

"Okay~"

Susan's hands floated on David's increasingly solid arms, feeling that all the fatigue in her body had dissipated without a trace~

She pursed her lips, steadied her breathing, looked at David with a hint of playfulness in her eyes and said.

"Maggie rejected you?"

"I was originally thinking...let her help me keep an eye on you~"

"Hahaha~"

David raised his hand to rub Susan's hair and laughed: "Don't worry! There are no women in London that I like!"

"Susan, promise me! Keep being yourself and don't change anything easily for anything ~ ok?"

"it is good!!"

. . .

downstairs.

David stood on the street with a suitcase in one hand and smiled at Black Mike who came over.

"Hey~ don't you all want to come with me?"

"Tch~ forget it! I'm not going~" Black Mike picked up the big suitcase, curled his lips, shook his head and smiled.

"When you go to London, you won't be short of people around you~"

"We have discussed it with Lawrence and asked Demais to conduct more systematic security training for us while you are away for a few days."

"Demais Ode?"

"Yes~ He went to deal with some personal matters a few days ago and has come back~"

"Okay~"

David looked at his second brother Lavis, whom he hadn't seen for two days, walked up to him, looked at his two dark circles, gave him a hard blow on the shoulder, and smiled.

"You're not a night driver anymore!"

"Remember to go to bed early at night... You can work harder during the day to have a baby~"

"Hahahaha~"

"fxxxyou!" Second brother Lavis raised his middle finger to David and opened his arms amid the laughter of several people~

The two grown men hugged each other amidst the laughter of Black Mike and his third brother Giovanni.

Not far away from a few people, across the street.

One-eyed Andres, wiping his beard with his hand, also came over laughing and shouted to David.

"Have a nice trip~Boss!"

"Ha~ thank you!"

"But... I have a flight at night. Isn't it too early to talk about this now?"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

on the way.

David asked the driver and second brother Lavis: "Where is Mike Bai? Is he sleeping in again?"

"Yeah~haha~"

"He brought a cripple back last night, and the two of them drank in the bar until midnight~"

"Cripple? Steel-toothed dog Mengo?"

Black Mike, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said, "Huh? Do you still remember him?"

"Um...you know him too? Have we met?"

"Of course!"

"He was with Karu a while ago and stayed with us for a few days~"

"Carew..." David seemed to have figured out something from this incident that Carew deliberately did not mention. .

He asked, "What happened next?"

Black Mike shrugged, spread his hands and said, "I don't know much about their affairs~"

"You can ask Menge yourself when you come back~"

"Okay~"

David turned his head and looked out the window. Two homeless people on the street were holding the collected wrapping paper shells, smoking cigarettes and begging for money from a passerby. .

"Hey guys, I'll bring you a gift!"

"Gift? ~ Fish and chips takeaway from London?"

"Hahaha~"

----

District of Columbia.

Washington, Capitol.

The Capitol Building, located on the 25-meter-high Capitol Hill in Washington, was built between 1793 and 1800. Like many important buildings in Washington, it did not survive the damage in the Second War of Independence in 1814.

After the post-war reconstruction, for more than 100 years, the Capitol underwent many large-scale reconstructions and expansions between 1851 and 1867, eventually forming its current architectural layout.

Overall, the appearance of the Capitol Building is a three-story, flat-roofed building with white marble as the main building material and a total length of 233 meters.

On the top floor in the center of the Capitol, there is a highly photographed three-story dome. There is also a small round tower on top of the dome.

On the top of the small round tower, there stands the bronze statue of the Statue of Liberty. She has a feather crown on her head, a sword in her right hand and a shield in her left hand, always looking towards the east where the sun rises.

There are hundreds of large and small rooms in the north and south wings on both sides of the big dome, which are the offices of the House of Representatives and the Senate respectively.

The chamber of the House of Representatives is where the president delivers his annual State of the Union address.

The Great Lawn east of the Capitol is where previous presidents have held their inauguration ceremonies.

. . .

Parliament Building, in front of the white marble steps.

Ezra Cremo, director of the New York CIA, followed an old friend up the stairs and walked into the Capitol.

They passed through the sculpture hall and walked south to the meeting hall of the House of Representatives.

Ezra Claymore's old friend, while leading the way, introduced Claymore next to him.

"This is the conference hall of the House of Representatives. There is also a conference hall in the Senate office area to the north that is symmetrical to here."

"When the Senate is in session, the flag is raised on the north wing of the Capitol; when the House of Representatives is in session, the flag is raised on the south wing of the building."

"Then... what about when there is no meeting? Won't the flag be raised?"

"Hahaha~"

The old friend smiled noncommittally, pointed to an intersection ahead, and said.

"This way~"

"The most suitable candidate for what you want to do is... right over there!"

Claymo followed the instructions of his old friend and looked at the crowd in the corridor: "Over there?"

"Yes~!"

"Look at the man wearing a dark blue suit and holding a coffee cup in his hand... His name is Charlie Wilson, Texas Congressman~"

"The National Security Council where he works is responsible for approving funding for your CIA's covert operations abroad~"

"Simply put, if your CIA wants to increase the budget for covert operations in France, it must be reviewed, voted and approved by the members of the House of Representatives in this committee office before your CIA can get this budget in the hands of Congress. money.."

"...How many of them are there in total?"

"Uh... plus the chairman of the committee, ten!"

"I understand~!"

"A small department, but it has the power to approve funds for CIA operations?!"

"fxxx!" Claymore complained to his old friend in a low voice.

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

"Well~ Look, he should happen to have time right now. You can go over and chat with him~"

"Oh, right~"

"Don't underestimate him!"

"Although his personal life is a mess and he has been criticized for countless shortcomings, he has many in the House of Representatives..."

"Ok! Thanks man, I owe you one!"

"Okay~ Go ahead!"

. . .

Ezra Cremo, after thanking his old friend for helping, walked through the long corridor, walked behind Representative Charlie Wilson who was about to return to his office, and said.

"Congressman Wilson!?"

"Um... I am ~ you are?"

"Hello, Congressman!"

"My name is Ezra Claymore, and I came all the way from New York~"

Charlie Wilson frowned and asked, rubbing his forehead that had not yet recovered from last night's hangover.

"New York?"

"I don't remember in New York, there was a guy named..."

"Ezra Claymore!"

"Oh, yes~ I can call you..."

"Call me Claymore~"

"..ok~Mr. Claymore!"

Charlie Wilson looked around and couldn't find his assistant Bonnie, so he shrugged and smiled.

"Let's go~ I just have a few minutes to rest, let's go to the office and have a chat!?"

"Okay, Mr. Congressman!"

. . .

Claymore, following Senator Wilson, passed him "among the flowers." .The female congressman's assistant entered his office.

Charlie Wilson took off his coat very relaxedly, poured himself a glass of "refreshing" whiskey, and smiled at Claymore.

"Would you like a drink too?"

"No~Thank you! It's morning now..."

"Wow~ Yes, a cup in the morning will make me more energetic~!"

"Please take a seat..."

"Claymo!"

"Yes, Claymore~"

"You made a special trip from New York to come see me. What's the matter?"

Claymore glanced at the closed office door behind him, sat down, pondered for a moment, and said.

"My current position is the head of the New York CIA branch~"

"I just went to New York to take up my post and made some friends~"

"They have some minor problems and need my help~"

"And if I want to solve these problems, I need your help!"

Wilson sat back in the chair, put his feet on the low table in front of the sofa, took a sip of whiskey, and asked with a frown.

"You came to me...to talk about personal matters or business matters?"

"Business!"

"Then it's a private matter!"

"...You go on, I'm listening~!"

"ok~"

Claymore already had a plan in mind for this matter, and said very directly: "I don't know if you have heard of it, but over there in London..."

. . .

It only took Cremo a few minutes to explain what one of his CIA colleagues saw and heard while working in London.

Overall, it’s just a few sentences.

London is a mess!

According to information officially disclosed by the London government, from 70 to 76, there were nearly [-] bomb attacks and injuries in London.

On average, there are almost two to three bomb attacks on civilians every year.

Those Irish people who have completely lost their minds and are inhumane, attacking civilians and taking revenge, make ordinary citizens of London live in fear every day!

In addition, due to the oil crisis experienced in the past few years, 40% of domestic manufacturing companies were unable to sell their products and other factors. .

State-owned factories, companies, enterprises, etc., all fell into the dilemma of having no one available despite the high taxation and high welfare policies implemented by the government~

Workers are very dissatisfied with their low wages!

They are unwilling to go to work for the barely subsistence wage~

Therefore, they actively responded to the call of the trade union and actively took to the streets to participate in various strikes and demonstrations~

exist. .In this chaotic situation in London, water and power outages, empty store shelves, garbage on the streets with no one to clean up, and queues of hundreds of meters in front of gas stations have become part of the daily life of London citizens. .

(The above introductions to London are all based on the real situation in London before the Conservative Party led by “Iron Lady Thatcher” came to power. Some adaptations and fabrications will be made later according to the needs of the plot.)

. . .

Claymore looked at Wilson, who was sitting across from him with a frown, and glanced at his feet, the high-waisted calfskin cowboy boots that Texans loved to wear, and continued.

"My colleagues in London and the intelligence researchers at the headquarters all agree that this winter in London will be the most dissatisfying winter for the people since their victory in World War II!"

"The empire on which the sun never sets is already on the verge of total collapse!"

"Hey~ wait a minute... Claymore!?"

Charlie Wilson said with suspicion: "What you are talking about should be the Secretary of State's foreign affairs speech and analysis report to Mr. President, right?!"

"What are you telling me... for?"

"You've found the wrong person!"

Claymore smiled, put his elbows on his knees, and explained in a low voice: "When I was on the phone with my colleague in London, he said that he could hardly afford bread and butter for next week's breakfast~"

"so what?"

"Do you want me to help them get more funding for their activities?"

"That's right!"

Wilson raised his eyebrows and said displeasedly: "This kind of thing should not be done by people at the level of Assistant Director of CIA or above to submit a funding review report to our committee."

Kramer waved his hand to interrupt him and said with a smile: "Congressman Wilson, we must have submitted countless reports like this a few years ago~"

"If you wait until you see this report, my colleague in London may starve to death..."

"So you are the director of CIA's New York branch? You came to talk to me about London...funding?"

"Yes, sir!"

"This is related to the private matter I want to talk to you about!"

Wilson smiled and teased: "The private thing you want to talk about is not that your CIA colleague in London was caught doing private work to make money, right?"

"No, sir~"

"The private matter I'm talking about is related to a friend of mine in New York~"

"Okay ~ I'm listening, you still have... 2 minutes!"

Claymore looked at Representative Wilson, put down his feet that had just been placed on the table, nodded and smiled.

"I wonder if you still remember that our CIA once submitted a report to Congress: If war breaks out again in the Middle East, what will happen..."

. . .

2 minutes have passed~

Wilson drank the whiskey in his hand, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

He's a native Texan!

Texas has been home to the largest number of oil companies in the country for decades.

In his constituency alone, there are more than a dozen factories and companies related to the oil industry~

Therefore, his understanding of the oil crisis is far deeper than those "idiot" congressmen!

. . .

"... Claymore! Right?"

"Yes, sir!"

Wilson stood up, put down the wine glass in his hand, extended his right hand to Claymo sincerely and smiled.

"Thank you very much for bringing me this news~"

“I understand London’s funding problem~”

"What do you... plan to do?"

"Haha~ There will always be a way, isn't there?"

Claymore smiled and released his right hand, nodded and smiled: "If you have time, I can arrange for you to meet in New York after my young friend returns from London~"

"He is very willing to meet a sincere and enthusiastic person like you!"

"Haha~ Thank you! If I have the chance, I will go!"

The tip of Claymore's nose twitched slightly, and he walked to the door consciously. He turned back and said with a smile: "Oh~ I forgot to congratulate you on your successful re-election!"

"Hahaha~ Tomorrow is the voting day, congratulations today... it's too early!"

"Haha~ Goodbye sir, I'm looking forward to your trip to New York. I'm always waiting for you!"

"Okay~ Goodbye, Claymore!"

. . .

Ezra Claymore is gone.

Charlie Wilson walked behind his desk, sat down, frowned and thought for a moment, then reached out and picked up the phone.

"Hello~"

"Hey~ it's me, Charlie!"

"Haha~ Yes, how are you doing lately?"

"Oh...it seems that I also want to congratulate you on your re-election!"

"..."

"That's right, there's someone I want to ask you about."

"Yes, his name is Ezra Cremo! Head of CIA's New York branch~"

"..."

"Thanks man, I'll treat you tomorrow night after we get off work!"

"ok~Bye!"

After putting down the phone, Charlie Wilson still felt confused. .

Judging from Ezra Cremo's conversation and performance today, it is difficult to apply the inherent traditional image of CIA to him. .

Claymore, he looks more like one. .Lobbyist for lobbying company ~

Emm. .

New York, young friend?

Maybe. .Can you find some time to go over there? !

hehe~

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Massachusetts in the northeastern United States.

The headquarters of General Electric Company (GE) is located in Boston.

When talking about General Electric Company, we have to talk about one of its founders, Thomas Alva Edison.

Edison is undoubtedly one of the most famous geniuses in the history of world invention and technology.

In addition to his inventions and contributions to the phonograph, electric light, telephone, telegraph, and movies, he also had many creations and insights in the fields of mining, construction, and chemical industries.

He made great contributions to human civilization and progress.

Of course~

Edison was also a very successful entrepreneur in terms of business development.

He founded many commercial companies for his various inventions.

These companies later merged to form the Edison General Electric Company.

In 1892, Edison's General Electric Company merged with Tom Houston Electric Company and another well-known electrical company in the industry to form what is now General Electric Company.

. . .

Boston, suburbs.

Morgan Manor.

Old Morgan stood neatly at the door of the big house, hugging his wife Neria, eldest daughter Cheryl, and son-in-law Tusi goodbye one by one.

Not far away, the waiting CEO of General Electric Company, Begnino Odesette, also nodded and smiled at the old Morgan family~

. . .

After a few minutes.

A small convoy of five cars behind and behind them drove away from the manor.

Neriya turned to her daughter Cheryl beside her and said with a smile: "Let's go back~ The weather is getting colder, so don't catch a cold!"

"Good mom~"

Cheryl responded sweetly, but in her heart she couldn't let go of her father's trip to London~

She is not the kind of character who can take care of the house and take care of her husband and children~

She even hoped that she could be the heir to the family business. .A legendary strong woman in the business world!

but. .All these thoughts and wishes are not important now~

Giving birth to a child is the most important life event that she needs to pay attention to now!

(In other words, giving birth to a child! For those career-minded career women, it is a very troubling problem~)

----

new York.

Wall Street, Stanley [-]th Floor.

As soon as David stepped out of the elevator, he saw what was already waiting for him not far away. .Secretary Maggie!

"Hey~ morning, Maggie!"

"Morning, boss!"

"Well, wait for me here. Do you have anything?"

Secretary Maggie, recalling the embarrassing meeting she had with David yesterday, whispered with a blush on her face.

"After I left yesterday... I went to the Blue Crystal Hotel in the evening and met Miss Lilith~"

"Oh? Let's... let's talk while walking~"

"Ok~"

. . .

After a few minutes.

David sat on the sofa, looked at Maggie standing not far away with her head lowered, and smiled speechlessly.

"Lilith, she advised you... to go to London with me?"

"Yes~"

"What about you? Have you changed your mind?"

Secretary Maggie raised her hand to adjust her glasses and timidly whispered: "I... follow your arrangements!"

"Okay~"

"Then you'd better not go!"

"Save me from being called a big pervert by people in the company!?"

"Hahaha~"

Maggie's hands were tightly twisted together, her face turned red, and even the skin on her neck slowly turned tender red~

David shook his head and waved to Sam and others who were listening to the excitement not far from the office door.

"Hey~ don't listen, come in quickly!"

"Hahaha~ok!"

David turned his head and pondered again, and said to Maggie: "You go out to work first~"

"Before lunch, think about it carefully and give me an answer~ ok!?"

"Okay, boss!"

Maggie, under the excited eyes of Sam and others, ran out of the office in a hurry, leaving only a series of people behind her. .

"Hahahaha~"