Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Manhattan, upstairs at Wildfire Bar on 42nd Street.

Polly left, satisfied and glowing.

David also felt physically and mentally happy and walked to the living room, smiling at the very "caring" butler Aclade.

"Invite them to come up~Thank you!"

"Okay, sir." Ackleide nodded with a smile on his lips.

. . .

10 minute later.

Maggie and Ben Whitcott, the secretaries, followed Aclade into the drawing room.

David invited the two of them to sit down and asked Maggie, "Where is Nobunari Kihara?"

"He made an appointment with Kaguichiro Yasuda from the island country business group to meet in the morning."

"Oh~"

David took the folder from Maggie, glanced at Ben Whitcott, and said with a smile, "Did you just meet Polly?"

"Yes!"

"What didn't she say to you?"

"..No~"

"Hehe~"

"We just discussed that you will go to the middle management position of the branch tomorrow and work for a while first."

There was no surprise on Ben Whitaker's face, but he nodded cheerfully: "Okay!"

“Which company do you want me to go to?”

"Every room!"

"..."

"Hahaha~"

"You have to stay with Polly to help her from now on..."

"If you don't have any understanding and experience of the conditions of each branch, how can you manage the company well at the top level?"

"Tomorrow, you go to the advertising agency first."

"They will enter the final sprint for performance before Christmas."

"If you go over there, you can get an overview of the advertising company's operations and some of the industry's internal rules~"

David waved the folder in his hand a few times and smiled at the two of them: "People say that the past 60s was the golden decade of the advertising industry~"

"But I think that the so-called golden decade of the advertising industry is just a feeling that in the early stages of the development of the industry, people felt that money was very easy to make and customers' money was very easy to be defrauded~"

"As the penetration rate of television reaches a state of saturation, the battle for TV advertising and print advertising, and the advertising business in the new era, will also escalate again!"

“In any era, there will be no shortage of catchy advertising slogans~”

"What's missing...are just people who can get along well with each other!"

"...I understand~Thank you!"

"Hahaha~ You're welcome!"

Secretary Maggie tilted her head and glanced at Ben Whitcott in surprise, remembering this gentle and humorous guy in her heart~

. . .

After half an hour.

Secretary Maggie put away her briefcase and stood up to leave when David raised his hand to take her in his mouth and asked.

"How's Toby Olga doing at the company these days?"

“Very good~”

"Xina didn't go to find her?"

"I have no idea.."

"She didn't complain about anything to you?"

Maggie tilted her head and adjusted her glasses, thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "No~"

"Okay~"

"Go back and tell Sam and the others to slow down their plans to buy oil company stocks and wait for news from me~"

"Ok!"

----

Near noon.

Xincheng Restaurant, Chinatown, Manhattan.

The boss, Zhang Jinhong, was sitting at the master's seat near the cashier. He glanced at his nephew Zhang Wenbiao, who was getting up to pour tea, and smiled at the two old friends.

“Come and try this year’s new tea!”

"It was flown over from Xiangjiang just the day before yesterday..."

"it is good!"

. . .

After more than 20 minutes.

Boss Zhang stood in front of the restaurant, looking at the retreating figures of his two old friends, feeling a little lost~

Zhang Wenbiao and Brother Biao, who were standing beside him, put their hands in their pockets, sighed, and asked, "How many waves is this in?"

"...The fourth wave this month~"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do!?" Boss Zhang suddenly yelled with an angry glare.

Brother Biao smacked his lips helplessly, shook his head and said, "Anyway, there is no room for anyone in my restaurant..."

"..." Boss Zhang turned to stare at his nephew Biao, and swallowed the curse words in his throat. .

Of course Brother Biao guessed what Boss Zhang was thinking. He raised his hand and tightened his collar, and said, "Okay! I know it even if you don't tell me."

"Chinatown is just a small society of acquaintances~"

“No one who can find a job at Wan Noodles is willing to stay here.”

"I have met both of the two children in Uncle Xu's house."

"Xu Cuizhen is at least a high school graduate and has no problem with her daily speaking~"

"But her brother Xu Chaowei... is a little bastard!"

"We can't have him in my restaurant!"

Boss Zhang's eyes drifted to a barber shop across the street. He was silent for a while and then said: "Then let Cuizhen go to your restaurant to study for a while, and then arrange for her to help in the breakfast shop. ~"

"That kid Chaowei, just stay with me and help in the kitchen..."

"...What can he do in the kitchen?"

"You didn't study well in school, and now you realize you can't find a job?"

Boss Zhang squinted at his nephew Biao Ge: "When you were in school, you weren't much better than him, right?"

"..cough~cough~"

"Well...it's almost noon."

"I want to go back.."

"Go~"

"In the afternoon, when you are not busy, I will ask Cuizhen to go find you first."

"Ok!"

. . .

Brother Biao is gone too.

Boss Zhang returned to his old seat in the restaurant and sat down, rubbing his forehead with his hands and secretly beginning to regret it. .

My nephew Zhang Wenbiao is the most promising person who has come out of Chinatown in recent years~

As an uncle, it was nothing to brag to his old friends.

But now, the sequelae of his boasting have finally begun to explode. .

----

Manhattan.

Power Plant Recording Studio.

Madonna Sigourney stood behind her sound engineers, Mr. Tony and Mr. David, with a pair of circles under her eyes. She looked at Aretha Louise Franklin, who was singing with passion in the recording studio, and slowly tightened her grip. made a small fist.

. . .

After Aretha finished singing the end of the song, Teacher Tony slowly raised his thumb to her.

Madonna came to Teacher Tony's side very excitedly, and asked cautiously with a twinkling light in her eyes.

"Everything...is the recording finished?"

Teacher Tony, who was wearing headphones, tilted his head and glanced at Madonna, shrugged and said, "It's over~"

"Then...can I listen?"

"you?"

"Wait a minute!"

"Okay~" Madonna happily retreated to the corner and chose to ignore the stern look from Teacher David. .

"Oh huh~"

"How was the last part?" Aretha smiled and asked as she pushed the door open and walked in.

Teacher Tony half-closed his eyes and gestured to Aretha. After listening for a while, he asked, "What have you been doing these days? What time did you go to bed last night?"

"...??" Aretha sat next to Teacher Tony in confusion, thought for a while, and replied.

"Maybe... it's almost midnight~"

Teacher Tony took off his headphones and shouted unceremoniously: "Aretha!!"

"Do you still want to continue singing?"

"Are you sure you didn't come here to play tricks on me??"

"Of course not..." Aretha whispered suddenly feeling something bad.

"fxxx!"

"Smoking, drinking, being obese, taking drugs..."

"Your treble is no longer the same as it was eight years ago. It's a very recognizable and beautiful voice~!"

"If this continues...you're still singing nonsense!!"

Teacher Tony angrily threw the earphones to Aretha, spitting and shouted: "Listen to yourself~listen to what kind of bullshit you are singing!"

Aretha caught the earphones with a "wonderful" expression and cast an inquiring look at Teacher David.

Teacher David also took off his headphones, shook his head at Aretha and said, "Tony is right!"

"Your singing skills haven't deteriorated yet~"

"But your voice... is so different from what it was a few years ago!"

"Aretha, you are only 36 years old, right?"

"God gave you a naturally good voice, and did he just let you squander it like this?"

Teacher David pointed to the earphones and sighed: "Listen to it yourself~"

"...Okay~" Aretha frowned and put on her headphones.

Teacher David got up and helped her play the song she had just recorded again.

Madonna, who stood quietly in the corner and watched the whole process, stuck out her tongue at Teacher Tony's back. .

Teacher Tony, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, pointed at Madonna and said, "Come out with me!"

"...Oh~"

. . .

Madonna followed Teacher Tony and walked outside the recording studio door~

The thin teacher Tony lit a cigarette while standing in the cold wind.

He raised his head and blew out a cloud of smoke into the sky, saying, "It's going to snow... right?"

Madonna raised her head and glanced at the sky: "The weather forecast said there will be no snow today..."

"..Ha~"

Teacher Tony smiled as if he was mocking himself, and his eyes fell on a few young people across the street.

"Hey~ you!"

"Yes! It's you!"

"come over!"

A young boy who was called by Teacher Tony pointed to his nose in surprise and asked his cousin next to him: "Is he calling me?"

"Hahaha~ I'm just calling you!"

"What are you still doing in a daze? Go!"

"...Oh~"

The young boy licked his lips excitedly. Without even looking at whether there was a car passing by on the street, he trotted all the way to Teacher Tony and asked.

"You called me?"

"Ok!"

Teacher Tony looked him up and down and asked, "What's your name?"

"Jon Bon Jovi."

"how old are you?"

"Uh... 18!"

"Huh~ tell the truth!"

"...17...!?"

Teacher Tony held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and stared at Jon without any emotion in his eyes.

Jon rubbed his pants nervously with his hands a few times, and said with a wry smile: "Okay~ I still have three and a half months until my 3th birthday..."

"...Haha~" Madonna, who was standing aside, couldn't hold it back for a moment, covered her mouth with her hands and laughed.

Teacher Tony raised his hand, holding the cigarette between his lips, and asked: "In recent days... I often see you~"

"Do you like to sing?"

"Ok!"

"What type of music do you like?"

"..rock!"

"Where's the singer?"

"Uh... no!"

"You don't have a favorite rock singer... What kind of rock do you like?" Madonna suddenly interjected.

Jon glanced at the curious Madonna, shrugged, and said with a smile: "If you give me a chance, I must be the greatest rock singer!"

"...Haha~" Madonna sneered twice at this bratty boy.

Teacher Tony didn’t seem surprised by Jon’s answer~

He asked as he flicked the cigarette butt away with his finger and blew a large puff of smoke into Jon's face.

"you are still in school?"

"...Second year of high school~"

"Can you write songs and sing?"

"...I know a little bit~ but I haven't learned anything!"

"Does your family support you?"

"..." Jon lowered his head and stopped talking.

Teacher Tony glanced sideways across the street and asked again: "Who did you come with?"

"My cousin..."

"Hmm~"

"Three days!"

"After three days, if you can come up with a song that satisfies me, I will give you a chance!"

"what?"

Jon stuttered in disbelief: "I...I haven't written a song, three days...three days..."

"Hehe~"

Teacher Tony patted his shoulder, nodded slightly and said, "I know~"

"However, there is only one chance!"

"..good!"

"Within three days, I will definitely..."

"Okay~ let's go!"

"Forehead.."

"that.."

Jon felt awkward, excited, nervous, and hesitantly said: "What should I call you?"

"You will know when you satisfy me~"

"..ok~"

. . .

Madonna looked at Jon Bon Jovi, thanked Teacher Tony with a grateful face, and trotted back across the street excitedly. .

"You...this is??"

Teacher Tony crossed his arms on his chest, looked directly into Madonna's eyes, raised three fingers and said.

"This is the third time I've told you the following, and it's also the last time!"

"..." Madonna nodded feeling very uncomfortable when Teacher Tony suddenly spoke in this tone.

"Your voice is not outstanding, and your singing skills and skills are just getting started~"

"Apart from your good looks... I can't think of any other advantages you have over Jon!?"

"Then why can you stand here and talk to me?"

"..."

Teacher Tony pointed across the street to Brother Jon who was cheering and celebrating, then pointed in the direction of the recording studio and said.

"Why do you think a singer like you, who has nothing good except for his face, wants to become a music superstar??"

"I never asked David why he thinks so highly of you..."

"But I envy him!"

"He is not like us... someone who relies on music to earn a living."

"His attitude towards music is purely for fun~"

"He is a rich man~ As long as he is willing, he can let us play with him forever~"

"But what about you?"

"You want to keep playing with him?"

"Keeping wasting our time??"

"Just because you met someone who is willing to invest in you?!"

Teacher Tony rubbed his fingers at Madonna and said, "All the money you got from us was secretly given to us by Zina... Do you know?"

"If we don't have money, why should we let you stay?"

"Is it because you're a waiter at Wildfire Bar??"

Teacher Tony looked at Madonna, who had no color on her face and was biting her lips, and said with a sneer: "Anyone who wants to come to our place to work for free can go to Washington!"

"What kind of role do you play?"

"In your heart...don't you know?"

"Are you naive!? Or really stupid?"

"Hehe~"

. . .

After Teacher Tony finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the recording studio without looking at Madonna again.

Madonna was left feeling cold all over, but her head seemed to be pressed into lava. .

----

Manhattan.

66th Street, FBI New York Division.

in the office.

Harold Stone frowned at Ezra Cremo, head of the CIA's New York branch, and asked in disbelief.

"You are trying to sell me...the agent who was laid off by your CIA??"

Ezra Cremo nodded calmly and said with a smile: "The deputy director in charge of our layoff plan, Kai Relit, spread the news that I need to increase manpower and spread it to almost everyone in the headquarters. Everyone knows..."

"What the hell are you doing to me again!"

"Hehe~"

"They are all good players! It's just..."

"do not!"

Harold Stone raised his hand and signaled to Claymore: "You don't need to tell me how good they are~ I'm not interested at all!"

"Tsk..."

Claymore scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Five! Only five!!"

"None!"

"Four!"

"..."

"Three!!!"

Harold Stone rolled his eyes and said nothing~

Claymore covered his forehead with his hands, sighed, and said again: "Two!"

"I'll give you the best of both!"

"...You don't need to give it to me, I'll choose it myself!"

"make a deal!!"

Claymore raised his right hand high, stretched it out to Harold Stone, and said with a smile: "It's a deal!?"

"..fxxx!"

Harold Stone clapped his hand hard, relaxed his whole body, and asked.

"Who else are you going to sell agents to?"

"Hahahaha~ gone!"

"It's all gone!"

"Um!!??"

Ezra Cremo raised his eyebrows very proudly: "The ones I just gave you...are the last two!"

"You x&＠%#..."

"Hahahaha~"

. . .

After a few minutes.

Seeing that Harold Stone was tired of scolding, Claymore smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry!"

"I'm doing this for your own good!!"

"When you meet the two people I recommended to you, you will understand everything~"

"What the hell!"

"Hahahaha~"

Kramer laughed again, happily changed the subject, and asked: "That Lufthansa robbery... do you have any clues?"

"..No~"

"I have it!"

"...??" Harold Stone blinked a few times and stared at Claymore and asked.

"Where did you get the clue?"

"Hehe~"

Cremo crossed his legs, sat back and said, "I asked the new people under my command to find some clues~"

"The vehicle used in the robbery was last seen in Newark, New Jersey!"

"..you sure!"

"Sure!"

"Hush~huh~"

Harold Stone did not take any action immediately, but stared at Claymore and asked: "Then what? Just these clues??"

"Yes~"

"Could it be that...you still want us to help you investigate the case?"

"..."

Harold stared at Claymore for a while, then suddenly asked: "What are your people doing in New Jersey?"

"You want to know?"

"..never mind!"

Harold Stone stood up, put his hands on the table, looked down at Claymore and said: "After you stop making trouble, let me clean up the mess for you~"

"Ha~"

"You have such a rich imagination!"

"I hope...that's the case~"

Ezra Cremo's smile slowly faded, and he pointed at the door and said, "Aren't you going to arrest someone?"

"Aren't you going to get out yet?"

"..."

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.