Manhattan Reborn 1978

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Afternoon~

Honolulu International Airport.

Little Zach, old Rhett, sweet-dimpled Martha, housekeeper Acklade, maid Chasida, as well as Susan's mother Sarah and son Johnny, the "couple" Andy and Sally + Professor Nash and his wife formed a "New Year Holiday Tour Group" flight and arrived at the airport smoothly.

David, the gardener, and the big man Zach saw the butler Acklade who was the first to come out of the passage, and smiled and waved to him.

. . .

After about an hour.

Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

On the lawn outside the lobby on the first floor, David gathered everyone who had just put away their luggage, changed their clothes, and brought their "equipment", and said with a smile.

“Welcome to beautiful Hawaii!”

"I think everyone can't wait, right?"

"Hahaha~" Everyone laughed.

Sweet-dimpled Martha was wearing a small vest + hot pants, and a pair of big sunglasses. She waved to David coolly and said: "Okay~ Our time is precious, just get to the point!"

David spread his hands, crossed his shoulders to show that he was innocent and smiled: "Okay~"

“Everyone is free to move around in the afternoon and go wherever you want!”

“When the sun goes down, the hotel will hold a large New Year’s Eve buffet + bonfire party on Waikiki Beach~”

“Everyone must remember to come back and participate!”

"And...having fun is important, but safety is equally important!"

"Ok~The meeting is over!"

"Hahaha~" Everyone laughed again, formed teams in twos and threes, and left one after another~

David looked at the last remaining housekeeper, Aclade, maid Chasida and Sarah, and waved to Brother Zach, who stopped to watch after walking not far away.

The younger of the Zach brothers, the little Zach, was wearing a floral shirt that didn’t fit well. He threw his hat to his younger brother, the big Zach, and trotted up to David and asked with a smile.

"Boss! What's wrong with you?"

"Yes~"

"You two brothers will first lead Chasida and Sarah to the beach to find my father and the children."

David walked up to Sarah, looked down at little Johnny who was hiding behind his mother, and said with a smile: "Since we are all here, let's relax and play for a while~ okay?"

"...Hmm!" Sarah looked at the sincerity in David's eyes and nodded slowly.

"ok~"

"Acklade, can you help us buy them some... suitable clothes?" David looked at the housekeeper Acklade and raised his eyebrows.

"Okay!" Aclade nodded gently without looking away, pulled Chasida who seemed to have something to say, followed Sarah and her son, and left~

. . .

On the lawn adjacent to the play area.

Karnes was still lazily "lying flat" in the beach chair, leaving David, who had returned, feeling particularly speechless. .

He staggered forward, patted Kanes who was snoring lightly, and asked helplessly: "Are you going to lie down like this for the New Year?"

"Yeah..Yeah~"

"if not?"

"You...you are really good!"

"Haha~ I know."

"..." David was speechless.

He also lay back in his old position, put the hat on his face, stretched out relaxedly, and sighed.

"Wait a minute, don't forget to go to the airport!"

"Don't go!"

"fxxx!"

"It's your people here, not mine!"

"Why don't you go?!"

"Cut~"

"You didn't understand it?"

"Why are my people here? Aren't they bringing Michelle Pfeiffer, the one you want to find?"

"Uh..." David stopped talking completely.

"Hahaha~" Kanes pointed at David and laughed mercilessly.

----

new York.

night~

Wildfire Bar, 42nd Street, Manhattan.

Black Mike strode to the front of the bar with dusty steps, smiled at the surprised Erica: "Hi~ Beauty, give me a drink of the best!"

"...Okay! Bring me the money~"

"Hahaha~" The two looked at each other and smiled.

On the other side of the bar, Bruce Willis, the temporary bartender, asked Madonna who came to get drinks.

"Is that person a regular customer of ours?"

"Who?"

"That's the big black guy talking to Erica!"

"Oh~ it's him!" Madonna glanced at Black Mike and smiled.

"He's the boss's bodyguard and driver and his best friend, called Black Mike."

"Well...thank you!"

Seeing the thoughtful look on Bruce's face, Madonna knocked on the bar twice hard and said with a smile.

"what are you thinking?"

"Give me those used cups~I'll take them to the back."

"Ah~ okay!"

. . .

As time flies by, more and more people are on the streets of Manhattan.

The Wildfire Bar on 42nd Street is about two kilometers away from Rockefeller Center, one of the "main battlegrounds" on New Year's Eve tonight.

But it only takes about 10 minutes to walk from another "main battlefield" on New Year's Eve, the famous Y-intersection of Fifth Avenue. .

Therefore, tonight’s Wildfire Bar has completely become a warming place and a happy place for people who come to join in the New Year’s Eve fun. .

in the bar.

Giovanni's wife, Jin Ji, raised the tray in her hand above her head, struggled through the "sea of ​​people", lay on the bar and shouted to the sweating Bruce Willis: "Bring me six bottles Beer + four rum sailor cocktails!”

"it is good!"

"Also, prepare a bottle of Black Isle whiskey + ice cubes for Madonna!"

"She sent the money right back..."

"Black Island?" Bruce asked loudly to Erica next to him in confusion.

"Do we... have Black Island whiskey? Why didn't I see it?"

"what?"

"Black Island Whiskey~Where is it?!"

"Oh~ It's on the shelf in the warehouse at the back, inside the tallest box..."

"ok~"

Bruce wiped his sweat with the rag on his shoulder, quickly got out of the bar, and squeezed through the crowd into the warehouse.

ten minutes later.

Panting, Madonna covered her chest with one hand and pressed the other hand on the bar, shouting to Erica: "Where's the Black Isle whiskey I want?"

"I've prepared it for you a long time ago...hahaha~"

"Why is the makeup on your face stained by sweat...?"

Madonna didn't care at this time what the hell looked like on her face. . ""

She pushed away the two drinkers and got into the bar between them. Only then did she dare to let go of her hand covering her chest and speak into Erica's ear.

“Can you keep these tips for me first?!”

"what?"

Erica looked down a little strangely and saw that her bulging tights were all stuffed with change. She couldn't help but pretend to be surprised and asked with a smile.

“These are the tips you just received?”

"Yeah!" Madonna nodded vigorously with a flush of excitement on her face.

"Hahaha~"

"No problem, put them all...in this drawer."

"When the business is over, they will all be yours!"

"ok~"

. . .

After this episode, Madonna felt like she was full of "power" again~

She wet the towel with the ice water in the ice bucket, wiped off all the makeup on her face, patted her fresh and delicate cheeks, and smiled at Erica.

"Do you remember that Lady Bumgarner who liked to drink Black Isle whisky?"

Erica thought for a moment while she was busy, then nodded and said, "Is it that black guy who likes to wear a suit and wield a civilized stick?"

"Hahaha~ Yes, that's right."

"it's him!"

"Oh~ So your bottle of Black Island whiskey is for him?"

"Ok!"

Madonna wiped the water stains on her chin with a towel and whispered mysteriously: "That guy is very weird today!"

"He didn't give me a generous tip today!"

"Well... maybe he didn't bring that much money."

"No, no, no!"

"I secretly saw his wallet, and it was full of...Franklin!"

Erica rolled her eyes helplessly and joked: "I know he has money, but he just won't give it to you."

"What can you do?"

"Um..." Madonna blinked and thought for a moment, found paper and pen from the bar, quickly wrote down a phone number, and smiled.

"Haha~ With this New Year's gift, he will definitely not refuse!"

"..." Erica's busy hands paused for a moment, and she smiled without saying anything.

That Lady Bumgarner who always likes to "pretend" is not the kind of asshole with a belt around his head~

----

Northeastern United States, Massachusetts.

Morgan Manor, southern suburbs of Boston.

In the big house, all the lights are lit~

Most members of the Morgan family and many guests gathered on the first floor, sitting or standing, talking and laughing.

On the second floor, in the study.

Old Morgan gestured to Pine with concern, slowly stopped the wheelchair, and asked Professor Armstrong Bartlet who was sitting in the wheelchair.

"how do you feel?"

Professor Bartlet's face turned a little red, he calmed down his breathing, and said with a smile: "I have been lying in the hospital for more than half a month, and I can finally come out for some air~ What do you think?"

"...Haha~" Old Morgan nodded with a wry smile, took the wheelchair from Pine's hand, pushed it to the desk and parked it, and asked.

"The boat to Houston has been arranged."

"Three days later, we will leave."

"Haha~" Professor Bartlett smiled and nodded, looking around the desk and asked.

“Where’s that David Boy manuscript?”

"Where did you put it?"

"Uh... did you sneak out this time just for that manuscript?"

"Of course~"

"..." Old Morgan suddenly felt a headache. .

Pine, who was standing quietly at the door, suppressed his laughter, turned around and walked out of the study quietly.

Professor Bartley, seeing how old Morgan seemed to want to say something but was holding back, smiled and spread his hands and said: "These days, apart from watching half an hour of news in the morning and evening, I can only listen to the radio occasionally. .”

"The rest of the time, I can only lie on the bed stupidly, staring at the white ceiling in a daze..."

"My time is running out! Old man!"

"How long do you want me to wait?"

"..." Old Morgan and his old friend looked at each other in silence for a long time before taking out a file bag from the drawer.

Professor Bartlet smiled and nodded to him, took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, and quickly opened the document bag in his hand. After confirming that it was the manuscript, he directly skipped the "bullshit preface" on the first few pages. , and turned directly to the last few pages. .

Old Morgan, seeing his old friend frowning and staring at the formula and some explanations behind it, sighed silently and lowered his voice.

"I'll go downstairs first..."

"Go, go~" Professor Bartlet waved his hand impatiently, without even looking at him. .

"..." Old Morgan cursed his younger son Giles in his mind, walked quickly to the door of the study, opened the door, gave some instructions to Pine who was waiting outside, and then went downstairs.

. . .

After half an hour.

Old Morgan, smelling of alcohol, opened the study door and saw Pine standing quietly beside Professor Bartley, helping him organize something on the desk.

"You...you...?" Old Morgan walked up to the two of them doubtfully, looked at the messy manuscripts on the table and some things that Professor Bartley had just written, and asked.

"Are the formulas in this manuscript useful for your research?"

"it works?!"

"Hehe~"

Professor Bartley took off his glasses, pointed to a page in the manuscript and said, "Didn't that guy David already make it very clear?"

"The study of economics is based on history and present..."

"But it is a very foolish idea to use any immutable rules of economic coefficients to establish an automatic monetary policy formulation mechanism."

"..." Old Morgan glanced at the messy desktop, nodded, and sat next to his old friend, quietly waiting for his next words.

Professor Bartlet looked at his old friend, but as if he was struck by lightning, he suddenly thought of something. .

He put on his glasses again, found the page with the formula, tried it over and over again in his mind, and nodded slowly.

"In fact, almost no one knows what a real economic model should look like..."

"No matter who proposes a model, it will attract fierce criticism and opposition from scholars of other schools."

"That's why in recent years, there has been a chaotic situation in the economics profession that no one can convince anyone."

Professor Bartley took out a separate page from the manuscript and placed it in front of Old Morgan and said, "Look~"

"Isn't it clearly written here?"

"According to relevant research in economics, the monetary policies given have a long time lag!"

“Therefore, when formulating monetary policy, policymakers must be very forward-looking!”

"Also...look here!"

"Economic data are changing at any time, and the corresponding economic models or formulas must add coefficient variables in time to obtain relatively accurate results."

"And...here!"

"Why would he put this formula in the chapter on monetary policy operations tactics?"

"He titled this manuscript Monetary Finance, but only wrote this part first...why?"

"Why did he give this manuscript to you instead of showing it to others?"

"Does he want... to let me see it?"

As Professor Bartley was talking, he suddenly asked himself a question.

Old Morgan stared down at the page of manuscript on the table, recalling the details of his meeting with David that day in his mind.

"Pine."

"I'm here!"

"The data research center you built, how is the progress?"

"Huh?" Professor Bartlet also turned to look at Pine.

"Forehead.."

Pine blinked twice quickly and said to the two old Morgans: "IBM's computer engineers have completed the debugging of the computer group."

"Various power-related safety facilities have also been installed~"

"The remaining software to manage the database is not completed."

"And... it will take a lot of time to enter information into the database."

"..." Old Morgan and Professor Bartley said nothing, looking at Pine quietly and waiting.

Pine touched his nose with his hand, spread his hands helplessly and explained: "It's like... we want to build... the largest data archive in the United States~"

"The main construction and basic interior decoration of the archives have been completed."

"The rest of the work will take a lot of time..."

"I understand~" Professor Bartlet raised his hand and asked suddenly.

"The software you are talking about is... the query index directory in the archives?"

"The data entry job is to collect data and information, and then put them into categories...in the corresponding places?"

"Um...yeah~ that's about it, that's it." Pine opened his mouth, swallowed the explanation behind, and nodded decisively.

"Oh~ That does take a lot of time!" Professor Bartley sighed with regret in his voice.

Old Morgan tapped the manuscript gently with his fingers, thought for a while and asked: "Is there any way... can we speed it up?"

"..have!"

Pine's eyes flashed with confidence as he replied: "We can build a small database first, or build a prototype of database software, as long as it can temporarily meet our work needs~"

"Wait until... when you need to expand it or build a more complete database, and then upgrade the software~"

"upgrade?"

"Software upgrade?"

"Correct!"

"What about the computer group? No need to add any more?"

"Um...need~"

Pine explained with a stiff smile: "If you want to build the most comprehensive and complete database, you may need to add many, many computer groups."

"Yeah..." Old Morgan understood~

This so-called data research center is another form of "gold-eating beast."

Professor Bartlet slowly put away his glasses, looked at the messy manuscripts on the table, and sighed: "It seems... I can only wait patiently!"

"Isn't this how you waited before there were computers?"

"...That's right!"

"Hahaha~"

Pine, who was standing next to him, watched the two old men looking at each other and laughing, but he couldn't help laughing. .

The establishment of data research centers must be accelerated!

----

The other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

United Kingdom.

The New Year's bell has been ringing for more than two hours.

Western suburbs of London, Heathrow Airport.

A private jet flying from Hawaii slowly entered the tarmac after being inspected and repaired.

Deborah, Duchess of Devonshire, who had been waiting in the car for a long time, was called back from her sleep by Tilda Swinton, who was full of excitement.

She blinked her dry eyes and said with a hint of complaint: "If I had known this was the case... I shouldn't have promised you!"

Tilda's eyes were shining and she smiled: "Let's go, Auntie! The plane has already arrived, we can catch up on some sleep on the way!"

"...Okay, okay!" Deborah tilted her head and looked at Tilda, feeling that she looked like her eldest sister Nancy. .

However, the eldest sister Nancy was not able to stay with her "lover" for the rest of her life as she wished. .

Where's Tilda?

Will David, that philandering little bastard, let her do the same? .

Deborah stood outside the car, looking at the "huge" plane in the distance, and said to herself: Forget it, no matter how much worry you have, it won't be enough. .The attraction of the playboy bastard!

"Aunt, let's go up quickly!" Tilda, like a little girl, pulled Deborah towards the hanging ladder.

Deborah was pulled to the cabin door, suddenly stopped and glanced at Heathrow Airport behind her. .

"Aunt, what's wrong with you?"

"...Nothing~"

"I've just never seen... Heathrow after midnight."

"..." Tilda felt inexplicably like her aunt when she heard her words. .It's like being hit~

She also looked around quietly, looking at the Heathrow cabin after midnight, her mind going blank.

After a few minutes.

Deborah sighed softly, took Tilda's little hand, and said: "It was about this time when my eldest sister Nancy left London for the last time."

"I miss her a little!"

"Hmm...I miss Aunt Nancy too!"

"Hehe~"

"It's cold outside, let's go in."

"..OK!"

Tilda supported her aunt and let her enter the cabin first, and then waved goodbye to the butler standing far away.

Next to the car.

Mr. Deborah’s butler, who had served Deborah for many years, watched them enter the cabin, watched the cabin door close, watched the plane slowly leave the tarmac and enter the preparation runway to wait, watched it enter the take-off run and gradually accelerate to take off. . .

After a long time~

It wasn't until the twinkling lights of the plane disappeared in the night sky that the steward took a deep breath, moved his somewhat stiff arms, and sat in the cab. .

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Honolulu, Waikiki Beach.

People gathered around dozens of large and small bonfires, all quietly listening to the local broadcasts on the radio~

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...two, one!"

"Happy New Year!"

"1979, Happy New Year!"

Suddenly, people on Waikiki Beach were plunged into a sea of ​​cheers.

Countless fireworks that had been placed were lit~

The colorful fireworks make the stars in the night sky seem much dimmer~

By the campfire at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

David and everyone else raised their heads with laughter and looked at the fireworks blooming in the sky, as if they wanted to ingrain the memory of this moment deeply into their minds and never forget it for the rest of their lives!

. . .

Moonlight and beach, waves and bonfire, wine and friends, laughter and family~

David raised the wine glass in his hand, smiled and shouted to everyone: "We won't go home until we get drunk tonight!"

"Hahahaha~ You won't come home until you're drunk!" Everyone laughed and echoed.

Mr. Gardener, who was standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, raised his glass to the middle-aged man next to him and said with a smile: "The one who just shouted... is my boss~"

"Hahaha~ He is indeed very young."

"Mr. Klein, how many more days will you stay on the island?"

The middle-aged man who was called Klein by the gardener smiled and shrugged: "I have to ask my wife and children about that."

"Whenever they feel they have had enough fun, we will leave~"

"Okay." The gardener shrugged understandingly and smiled.

"Please help me bring them a New Year's greetings!"

"Of course! Hahaha~" Klein laughed and clinked the glasses with the gardener. He glanced at the family members not far away and drank the wine.

. . .

The other side of the laughing crowd.

In the evening, Michelle Pfeiffer, who came from Los Angeles, stood beside her agent and asked in a low voice.

"That kid called us here...just to watch their family gathering and celebrating the festival?"

"Is he entertaining us?"

"Haha~" The manager shook his head with a wry smile, pointed at the middle of the crowd with his cup, and said.

"If you want to give up this rare opportunity... you can just walk over and pour the whole glass of wine on them~"

"..." Michelle Pfeiffer, who is only 20 years old this year, rolled her eyes and stopped talking.

The agent kept a smile on his lips, took a sip of his drink, and said with a hint of strange emotion in his voice.

"The character you played in the movie "Fantasy Island" actually made someone remember you..."

"Hollywood has never been short of young actors like you, why can you be remembered?"

"There are countless girls in Hollywood who are prettier than you, why can you stand here?"

"If you are really the kind of girl who is not greedy for fame and fortune..."

"Why did you immediately go to Hollywood to seek development after winning the Miss Orange County beauty pageant?"

"If you didn't enter Hollywood with some small business ideas..."

"Why did you immediately abandon your family to find me and come to Hawaii together after you received the call?!"

"Hehe~"

"I have a piece of advice for you, Michelle!"

"Don't use your little tricks that people can see through at a glance here!"

"Roland Perkins and Michael Ovitz of CAA made public statements at some gatherings some time ago~"

"The new shareholder of their company is the person who single-handedly facilitated the change of ownership of Paramount Company..."

"And the kid you are talking about is the largest shareholder of CAA, David Coleman!"

"Do you understand it?"

"I understand..." Michelle Pfeiffer stared at David from the gap in the crowd, not knowing what she was thinking~

Her agent narrowed his eyes slightly, but his gaze fell on Kanes. .

Rothschild.

Those who don’t know it are the biggest fools!