Manhattan Reborn 1978

a new day

new York.

Early morning~

Manhattan, in front of Wildfire Bar on 42nd Street.

Mike Bai's eyes were red, and he tilted his head to look at Cohen and Rambo who were walking from a distance with a tired face, and he curled his lips and joked.

"You two... still know how to come back?"

"Hehe~"

Cohen, who felt "refreshed", turned his head and glanced at Rambo, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, stood next to Mike Bai, and asked with a smile.

"You're standing here just to wait for us?"

"Of course not!"

Mike Bai shrank his neck, tightened his open collar, and sighed: "I want to send Polly to work."

"Polly?"

"Hahahaha~" Cohen laughed with the smell of alcohol still lingering in his mouth.

Rambo looked around, leaned on the car behind Mike Bai, looked up at the upstairs of the Wildfire Bar, and asked.

"So early?"

"Yes~"

"David is going to Boston today and should be coming down soon~"

"Oh.."

"What about us? Where is Lawrence?"

"He went back last night."

"what?"

"That bastard!" Cohen muttered angrily.

Rambo seemed to have expected it, he smiled and said nothing.

. . .

After a few minutes.

Stairwell door.

David held Polly's little hand and walked in front. After seeing the three of them, he smiled and waved his hands.

"Hi~ You're all early!"

"Haha~" Under Polly's "watching", Mike Bai threw away the cigarette butt, smiled and winked at David, turned around and got into the driver's seat of the car. .

Rambo widened his eyes and glanced at the "well-behaved" Bai Mike. He also reached out to open the back seat door in a very "gentlemanly" manner, and made a gesture of invitation to Polly with a smile.

Cohen looked back at the actions of the two of them with some confusion. Facing David who was walking towards him, he asked with a smile: "What are you...?"

"Hahaha~" David smiled, hugged Polly's shoulders, kissed her on the lips, and whispered.

"Stop making trouble~ I'll try to come back tonight!"

"...Hmm!" Polly raised her eyebrows with a smile, asked David again, then pointed at Cohen twice and got into the car.

. . .

Polly, let’s go~

Cohen turned to look at David and asked with some confusion: "What happened to Mike Bai...?"

"Hahahaha~"

David walked up to Rambo, hammered his chest hard, and explained to the two of them with excitement.

"That guy Mike Bai told Polly a few days ago that he wanted to pursue Erica, the bartender in the bar."

"But last night he didn't know where the link was wrong. He told us: I don't like Erica anymore, I prefer sweet-dimple Martha..."

"Uh...hahaha~" Both Cohen and Rambo laughed out loud.

David spread his hands with an "innocent" expression and complained: "Except for Jin Ji who is married, the only one in the bar who hasn't been selected by that bastard is Madonna."

"You tell me, what should I do?!"

"Hahahaha~" Cohen bent over with a very exaggerated smile. If Rambo hadn't pulled him up beside him, he would have been lying on the street laughing. .

Giovanni, who had been waiting for David in the bar, walked out of the door with some confusion. Looking at Cohen who was about to "collapse" from laughter, he asked curiously.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

"Hahahaha~"

"David said... Mike Bai has fallen in love with your wife Jin Ji!"

"What?" Giovanni's eyes widened and he looked at David in disbelief.

David kicked Cohen angrily, rolled his eyes, and explained to Giovanni: "That guy Mike Bai has a brain disease!"

"When I get back from Boston, find a brain surgeon to take a good look at him!"

"Uh...oh~" Giovanni was stunned for two seconds, then nodded slightly and shrugged, still a little confused.

"ok~"

"One-eyed Andres and the others went to buy breakfast to eat on the way."

"Shall we leave when they come back?"

David tilted his head and glanced at Rambo, thought for a moment, and said, "It's enough for the two of us to go to Boston. Let them have a rest today."

"Ok!"

. . .

Giovanni drove David and left~

Rambo pulled up Cohen who was squatting on the ground and looked at him quietly without saying anything.

Cohen stopped and looked at the car that disappeared at the corner of the street. The smile on his face had long since disappeared. Instead, he asked in a low voice with trepidation.

"Tell me...did that guy David guess it?"

"..Um!"

"As expected~ The smell of this perfume is so overwhelming!"

Rambo smiled crookedly, glanced at the auxiliary police office across the street, and said, "Even I can smell it. The perfume you are wearing... must be expensive~"

"David travels among women all day long, so he must know something about this..."

"Why don't you just tell him?"

"..say what?"

"I can't say~"

Cohen smacked his lips with a weird look on his face, shook his head and said, "Wait... I'll talk to him alone if I have a chance in the future~"

"...Hmm!" Rambo put his hands in his pockets and snorted a little funny, looking up at the increasingly brightening sky.

Today, it’s nice weather!

----

Brooklyn, Brighton Beach.

Little Odessa, Crimean restaurant.

Yuri Orlov sat at a table near the door in a straight suit, staring closely at the street outside the door, trying to control his nervous mood.

ten minutes later.

A brown Chrysler sedan parked in front of the restaurant.

Two middle-aged men got out of the car, looked up to make sure, then opened the door and walked into the restaurant.

One of the older middle-aged men saw Yuri Orlov alone in the restaurant and asked with a smile.

"Are you... Yuri?"

"Yes!"

"Hehe~"

"Hello~ My name is Marat!"

"Um...Hello, Mr. Marat!"

"What would you and your friend like to drink?"

Marat smiled and shook his head: "You can call him Emir."

"No need to bother~"

"We came here to tell you...that phone call yesterday was just a misunderstanding!"

"This restaurant you and your family run... you don't have to pay any fees to anyone from now on!"

"...Please sit down!" When Yuri heard this, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled politely.

Marat silently observed Yuri's expression, smiled politely, sat down, and asked.

"Michael Franzese called me and said... are you an employee at his friend's boss' company?"

"..Yes!"

"Where is your company?"

"...Wall Street!"

"Wall Street... where?" Marat seemed not satisfied with the answer and asked again.

Yuri Orlov frowned, glanced at Emil sitting behind Marat, pondered for a moment, and decided to tell the truth.

"Our company is on the fourth floor of the Morgan Stanley Building."

"Oh~"

Marat sat back in his chair and joked with a smile: "Then your boss is also...a vampire on Wall Street?!"

"...!" Yuri pursed his lips, stared closely into Marat's eyes, and said without any emotion in his voice.

"You said... Michael Franzese, I don't know him."

"You want 1 yuan?!"

"can!"

"But not today!"

"I will find a way to collect the money as soon as possible and send it to you..."

"Hahahaha~"

"No, Yuri!"

"you misunderstood!"

"What I just said must be true!"

"But, I'm curious~"

"What method did you use to make those vampires take notice of you?"

"..." Yuri closed his mouth and did not answer.

Marat unbuttoned his coat, tilted his head and shrugged in a very "New Yorker" manner, and smiled.

"I have a double master's degree in mathematics and economics~"

"But when I went to Wall Street to look for a job, I ran into obstacles everywhere..."

"That's why I'm so curious about you!"

"Yuri, how did you do it?"

"Can you tell me?"

Yuri suddenly felt David's smiling face flashing before his eyes, feeling a little funny. He raised the corner of his mouth and replied: "Maybe... I am luckier!"

"Lucky..?"

The smile on Marat's face disappeared~

He lowered his head slightly, looked at his fingertips tapping on the table, and whispered: "Well, you are lucky, can you help me get to know your boss?"

Yuri immediately became alert, put away his smile, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Hehe~"

Marat shrugged again, stood up and said with a smile: "1 yuan, one change... a chance to meet and chat with your boss!"

"you consider it?!"

"..." Yuri didn't answer, and frowned as he watched Marat and the two walk away "coolly"~

This guy actually shamelessly exchanged the 1 yuan he was going to get for extortion into a bargaining chip for an appointment with his boss? !

Yuri felt as if he was becoming more and more responsible for this matter. .

----

upstate New York.

On the way to Boston.

The driver Giovanni stopped the car at an intersection and waited for the red light. He casually glanced at the rearview mirror, suddenly remembered something, and said.

"That's right, boss!"

"Before you came down, Mr. Parker had a small package delivered to you."

"pack?"

"Where is it?"

"Here...here!"

Giovanni found a package wrapped in a yellow document bag from under the passenger seat and handed it to David in the back seat.

David took the paper bag, looked at the outside, opened it a little strangely, pulled out a stack of organized documents inside, and took a closer look. .

"Hi~"

The contents of this document made him take a deep breath. .

The first page of the document was a message from Odis Parker to him.

. . .

The above reads as follows:

These are snippets of recorded conversations from key guests at your engagement ceremony.

When you see this record, I guess. .You must be calling me crazy in your heart, right?

hahaha~

Don't worry!

Wait until you finish reading it before scolding me again. .It’s not too late!

Otis Parker.

. . .

David looked at Otis's cursive English signature and felt a very ridiculous feeling in his heart.

Do you want to entrust this guy with frequent illnesses with a heavy responsibility? .A serious mistake?

Emm. .

David put the document on his lap and stared at it for a while, then put the first page aside with a wry smile and looked at the contents of the second page.

This is. .A transcript of a conversation between David Rockefeller Sr. and Thomas M. Mellon.

"..."

After David quickly read this record, his eyes couldn't help but shine a little brightly, and he instantly remembered the content of these conversations. .

fxxx!

David cursed in his mind, took a few deep breaths, put the second page aside, and quickly read the third, fourth, and fifth pages. .

After about half an hour.

David threw all the documents aside and rubbed his temples with his hands, trying to calm down his overheated brain.

really!

His engagement ceremony with Lilith was treated as a wedding ceremony by these guests. .Prepare for the first meeting and exchange meeting for those who join the game!

Although many of these records are fragments of conversations, David cannot fully understand them. .

But the information revealed in these few words was enough to frighten David~

Oil, crisis!

Iran's announcement to stop oil exports is the entry signal for this "gluttonous feast" ~

Those who have the strength, vision, and courage to enter the game and participate will all do so. .I want to find a reliable ally for myself!

The moment Iran actually started to implement the contents of the announcement yesterday was when the starting gun for this "Gluttonous Feast" was fired. .

All those who have prepared in advance will rush in and use their own methods to get the largest share of the "cake" from the second oil crisis!

. . .

David leaned back in his seat and quickly calmed down all his negative emotions. In an unusually calm and rational way, he began to rethink how he wanted to change his coping strategy.

first. .

When David went to London, Old Morgan arranged for people to launder the huge amount of black money from the Sidrich family~

he is. .In order to have an extra chip in hand that no one can imagine when entering the game?

One billion yuan is indeed a very weighty bargaining chip!

But. .

Why did he ask Julie to come forward and sell a large amount of gold?

What is he planning?

his goal. .What is it?

Rely on speculation to double your wealth?

Oil spot market dominance?

Get more equity in the company?

To completely regain the right to speak within the family?

. .No!

It's definitely not that simple!

David felt that based on his understanding of old Morgan, this old fox must have more than just these calculations. .

So what are his other intentions?

Could it be that. .he thinks. . ? ?

David shook his head slightly and pulled back his wandering thoughts~

He picked up the conversation record again, trying to find clues that could prove it based on some of his conjectures. .

pity~

He failed!

There is only a short paragraph or a few sentences in it, which is a record of the conversation between Morgan Sr. and Bloomer’s father, Wharton Sr.

The two seemed to have a very tacit understanding and carefully expressed their thoughts using words with multiple meanings~

Emm. .

David frowned and read these words between the two of them again and again. .

Still can't figure it out~

But~

David put aside this record first and looked at another record of the conversation between Wells Fargo CEO Richard Currid and Grant Hill of the Hill family, and slowly figured out some of their plans. .

actually. .It’s nothing more than the same old routines and tricks used by Wall Street in financial speculation~

Light and darkness, both sides enter the game together.

Take advantage of the situation, disrupt the line of sight, take the lead to cause fire, take advantage of the chaos to disrupt the situation, gain chips, create tension, take advantage of the chaos to push up, and quietly leave the market. .

Speculation, oil spot market!

----

new York.

Manhattan, Gold Coin Hotel.

Elena Mesa, after having breakfast, knocked on Otis Parker's door.

Mr. Parker very gentlemanly invited Elena to sit down, poured her a cup of tea, and asked with a smile.

"What else do you want to know?"

Elena frowned slightly, stared at Otis Parker who looked a little sickly excited, and whispered.

"Why are you doing this?!!"

Mr. Parker put his hands in the pockets of his vest, tapped his legs, and asked with a smile.

"Why can't I do this?!"

"..." Elena looked directly at him and said nothing.

"Hehe~"

Mr. Parker shrugged and smiled as if he was asking himself a question: "Young people like David who still have the final bottom line and belief in their hearts want to break through the ceiling above their heads and see a different scenery..."

"too difficult!"

"At least you and I have never met one before!"

"Is it right?"

Elena's eyes flickered for a few times, and suddenly became much gentler. She lowered her head and avoided Mr. Parker's "gaze"~

Mr. Parker continued with a hopeful smile on his face: "So~"

"I have an obligation to let him understand: Even if everyone likes you, it doesn't mean that wolves will no longer eat sheep~"

"No matter how many wolves bite each other, their attitude towards the sheep will not change in any way!"

"This is a world where wolves eat sheep!"

"So, if he cannot include himself in the wolf's team, he will only have the fate of being eaten..."

Elena Mesa took a deep breath, stared at the tea cup in front of her, and whispered.

"Have you underestimated David too much?"

"Oh?"

Mr. Parker smiled without surprise and nodded: "My habit is to overestimate my opponents and underestimate my teammates!"

"Even all the things I've done...are all in vain~"

"I would also prefer that David can understand my position and thoughts."

"Because I really want to see him... to truly have his own territory and hunting ground!"

"Hehe~"

Elena squinted at Mr. Parker's face with a sickly "rosy" look, and the big stone in her heart slowly let go.

She is very sure~

Odis Parker, this time he means it. .