Manhattan Reborn 1978

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Honolulu Island, the lawn restaurant of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

Both David and Klein felt like they had met "like-minded" people.

After all kinds of investment-related "chatter boxes" were opened, the two of them completely forgot about everything around them. .

From the lawn restaurant, they chatted to the nearby Waikiki Beach. From the beach, they chatted to the ice cream shop on the street. .

From the ice cream shop, we returned to the hotel's lawn restaurant. While eating a delicious lunch, we chatted with each other with great interest about our prospects for the future venture capital industry, as well as our different opinions on the development of computer personalization and enterprise development. ~

And what neither of them noticed was. .Klein's wife and daughter were sitting at the dining table not far away, eating lunch with puzzled faces.

David's family, the old Malkin family, everyone at the Wildfire Bar + Professor Nash and his wife, etc. were also sitting in the restaurant eating lunch.

. . .

On the table.

"Actually, I can't even say I refused to invest in Apple..."

"That day we made an appointment to meet in the office at nine o'clock in the morning, but at a quarter past nine, Jobs called and said he would come back in an hour."

"And the reason he gave was that he wanted to complete meditation at home."

"Then, I got very angry and said into the phone: If you think meditation can solve Apple's financing problem, then you can continue thinking about it at home!"

"Hahaha~ This is indeed very Steve Jobs!"

David looked at Klein's somewhat regretful expression, smiled and consoled him: "If I were to meet Steve Jobs, I would be like you and reject him directly!"

"Hehe~"

Klein smiled slightly bitterly and sighed: "I first missed the investment in Genentech, and then said no to my investment in Apple..."

"This makes me almost become a classic negative teaching material in Silicon Valley~"

"No! Klein."

"You shouldn't think like that!"

"As you just said...the venture capital companies on the entire Sand Mountain Road in Silicon Valley are just like the start-up companies you are looking for. They are just investment companies with confidence."

“One or two investment failures don’t mean anything~”

"Everyone is sharing, learning and making progress together in various investment projects. Who has the right to laugh at others?"

"Today they are laughing at you, in a few years you will be laughing at others?"

"Hehe~"

"If this kind of trend is prevalent in the Silicon Valley venture capital circle, I advise you to stay away from them~"

"Oh?"

"You think so?"

"Of course!"

"The biggest difference between you and me... is that they are using other people's money to invest!"

"Their investment failed and they lost investors' money, and the work remuneration they deserve will not be reduced."

"But if the projects they invest in are very successful, it can give them a great reputation in the industry and followers who will follow suit."

"What about us?"

"We are using our own money to invest in companies that we are very optimistic about~"

"We are more concerned about where there are good projects that can bring us huge investment returns, instead of thinking about where the investment money will come from."

"So, no matter which angle you look at it, you should not listen to or take to heart the malicious ridicule of professional investment managers~"

"To put it more bluntly, they are also entrepreneurs or professional managers who established venture capital companies on Sand Mountain Road."

"The only difference between them and those executives or department managers of large companies is..."

“In today’s venture capital industry, there are almost no rules!”

“All venture capital companies are growing crazily and barbarically without any supervision.”

"Most of the venture capitalists you have met in recent years will disappear in Silicon Valley and Sand Mountain Road in a few or more years."

"The remaining venture capital firms will become more and more professional and follow more rigorous and transparent investment rules in order to continue to survive in the market."

"And who is the person who makes these rules?"

"Of course it is for investors to ensure that their own interests will not be harmed!!"

"..." Klein chewed the food in his mouth and looked at David with a strange expression. He sighed again and asked curiously.

"Are you really... only 21 years old? Didn't go to college??"

"Yes!"

"Today is the first day of the new year and I am 22 years old."

"After I graduated from high school, I went to...a famous bar society university!"

"In this social university, the senior students come from all over the country. They are not only gentle and beautiful, but also like to use various dialects and slang to care for people~"

"Senior brother never bullies newcomers. Apart from occasionally drinking too much and likes to curse at random, he doesn't have any shortcomings that can be pointed out."

"The professors are all knowledgeable and possess unique skills, and the students also respect each other, love each other, and are enthusiastic~"

"The only drawback is: if you don't study and work hard, you'll get beaten easily... the kind where everyone comes around and beats you up!"

"...Hahaha~" David and Klein's laughter attracted everyone around them to "watch" again~

They were all curious, why were the two people they had just met chatting so congenially?

. . .

Royal Hawaiian Hotel, third floor.

Michelle Pfeiffer, wearing a goose-yellow dress, followed the agent and knocked on Karnes' door.

After hearing the knock on the door, Kanes got up from the bed mumbling, grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, walked to the door and opened it. .

"Um...what's wrong with you?"

"Hello, sir!"

"I'm.."

"Ah~ I know who you are!"

"I'm asking...are you okay??" Karnes yawned and waved his hand impatiently.

"Um...yes!"

"Michelle has something to tell you."

"Oh?"

Karnes rubbed the gum from the corners of his eyes, glanced at Michelle Pfeiffer who was standing behind his agent, thought for a moment, stepped aside half a seat, and said.

"You have five minutes."

"Ok!"

The agent quickly took Michelle's arm and sent her into the room. Seeing that the door was closed again, he secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead. .

. . .

in the room.

Karnes walked to the living room, poured himself a glass of water, waved to Michelle casually, and said.

"I know why you came here~I don't want to make things difficult for you."

"Sit here for a while and leave by yourself~"

"After you get out, don't talk nonsense!"

"ok?!"

"..."

"Okay~ I'm going to sleep for a while."

"Don't wake me!"

"..."

Think that you have already done enough. .Michelle Pfeiffer, who was prepared for all situations, was stunned!

Her big eyes watched Kanes return to the bedroom and close the door without blinking, not knowing whether she should take the initiative to do something. .

But do nothing. .Why did she come here? !

Michelle sat slumped on the sofa, staring at the small table in front of her in a daze. .

5 minutes? !

Do you really have to sit there for 5 minutes and then leave?

Michelle clenched her fists with both hands, cheering and encouraging herself in her heart. When she walked to the bedroom door, her heart rate exceeded 120. .

"Bell bell~"

A sudden phone ringing made Michelle's hand shake a few times as she was about to knock on the door. .

She immediately put her hands on the door and listened into the room. .

"Hello~"

"what.."

"Fart! I was just sleeping!"

"Correct."

"Lunch? Is it already noon?"

"Haha~ Okay, I'll go down right now."

. . .

outside the bedroom.

Michelle shrank her neck, picked up the hem of her skirt, and gently "retraced her steps". She pretended to sit quietly on the sofa, assuming the posture of a "melancholy girl" with her head tilted and looking out the window. .

After a few minutes.

Karnes walked out of the bedroom while rubbing his eyes and yawning. He ignored Michelle, the "Melancholic Girl Sculpture", and staggered away~

"...!?" Until Michelle heard the footsteps getting farther and farther, and then disappeared. .

She stood up suddenly in "disbelief" and stared at the closed door, her chest feeling heavy and uneasy. .

He actually. .White has a pair of big eyes?

Damn blind man! !

----

new York.

Afternoon~

Manhattan.

The intersection of Eighth Avenue and 42nd Street, 660 Eighth Avenue.

Osevia Art Store, third floor.

Zina put the three packed lunches in her hand in the living room and shouted in the direction of the bedroom: "Are you okay yet?"

"Come out to eat!"

"Ah~ here it comes!"

Gila Coster and Jane Fonda, wearing bathrobes and towels on their heads, holding hands, walked out of the bedroom talking and laughing.

Zina, who took off her coat, prepared lunch for the two of them, stood aside with her arms folded, looked at the two of them and said.

"Hurry up and eat~"

"After eating, you should go back too!"

"go back?"

"where to?"

"Of course I'm going home!"

"No!"

Gila and Jane Fonda shook their heads as if they had already agreed. .

Zina's face showed a charming smile of "I knew it was so": "Sorry, I have already made an appointment for someone to come over. They will arrive in half an hour."

"them?"

"Who did you date?"

"Of course a friend!"

"Do you have any other friends?"

"What did you say?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, I said it wrong~ I never said it!"

"Do you have any friends that you can arrange to meet at home today?"

"Yes, I have!"

"You also want to meet?"

"..." Gila tilted her head and looked at Jane Fonda, and neither of them spoke.

Seeing the "cute" appearance of the two of them, Zina walked to them and sat down next to them, explaining: "My place can be a store specializing in art!"

"You don't think...the artworks downstairs are all from my private collection, do you?"

"They are all goods that others put here for consignment. Of course I have to find a suitable buyer and sell them~"

"Otherwise, why would I open this store?"

"...Okay~"

"But our hair isn't dry yet... What should we do?"

"Then put one on first!"

Zina said, and her "devil's palm" couldn't help but reach out to Jane Fonda, who had the best figure. .

Gila, who was chewing a sandwich in her mouth, saw Xena "suddenly attack" Jane Fonda. .He immediately "resisted" and threw Jane Fonda down, protecting her while shouting.

"you can not do that!"

"...Hahahaha~" Zina laughed and pressed her knee on Zira's lower back, starting the "final attack"~

. . .

After half an hour.

Zina stood neatly dressed on the first floor of the store and smiled at Rosenlow who was leading the "customer" over.

"Shall we go to the second floor first?"

Rosenlow stepped aside and gave up his position to Francisco Barone, a Brooklyn gang leader.

Barone, who was dressed like a successful person, turned his eyes around Zina, nodded slightly and said, "Then I'll go directly to the second floor."

"Okay, please follow me~"

. . .

Second floor.

Zina led Mr. Barone to a wall, pointed at one of the paintings and introduced it.

"This "Curtain Call" is a pastel painting created by French Impressionist painter Edgar Degas in 1873."

"Edgar Degas was born in Paris, France in 1834. His original name was Edgar Hilaire Germain de Gas"

"When he was young, he studied painting at the Paris School of Art (?coledes Beaux-Arts) and was greatly influenced by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres."

"Later, he studied painting in the studio of Louis Lamott, a favorite disciple of Jean-Auguste Dominique Ingres (1780-1867), and was very good at classical painting. Sketch of ism..."

"So, in terms of character composition, sense of space, angle of view, etc., he can perfectly display the visual effects of complex foreshortening and stage lighting on human figures in his paintings."

Zina took a half step back, asked Mr. Barone to "appreciate" the painting up close, and continued with a smile.

"Everyone knows that Edgar Degas was a painter famous for his paintings of ballerinas."

"Before he came to New Orleans, the United States, most of his works were character sketches."

"After he arrived in the United States, he actively participated in many Impressionist exhibitions and became completely obsessed with horse racing."

"Beginning in 1880, Edgar Degas created a large number of pastel paintings."

"He believed that pastel painting enabled him to use sketching methods to paint colors, and to achieve rich coloring effects without damaging the sketching."

"So, the "Curtain Call" you see now was created by Edgar Degas in 1881."

"But he also has another more famous work, "Bath Bath". I regret that I was unable to contact its collector."

"If you are interested in a painting by Odgar Degas, I can help you..."

"Need not!"

"Okay~"

"Let me consider."

Mr. Barone took half a step forward, looked at the "Curtain Call" carefully for a while, then turned to Rosenlot and asked.

"what do you say?"

"What do you think of him?"

"...Sorry, I don't understand these works of art." Rosenlow replied honestly.

"Hehe~"

Mr. Barone smiled and shrugged, narrowed his eyes and said to Xina: "I don't understand these so-called works of art~"

"So... can we get to the point?"

"Of course!"

Zina made an invitation gesture to him and led the two of them to a specially set up small rest area and sat down.

"Mr. Barone, please forgive me~ Can you?"

"Speak!"

Zina glanced at Rosenlow, pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "The value of a work of art is mainly defined by people's understanding of it and their recognition of the author."

"The works of some unknown painters here in the United States can be sold for incredibly high prices!"

"For example: the famous Venetian painter, Titian Vecellio."

"In Titian's time, he was known as: The Sun among the Stars. He was one of the most talented painters in Italy, and he also painted portraits, landscapes, mythology, and religious themes."

"Among the more than 400 works he created throughout his life, there was a painting called "Saint George" that appeared at an auction in Madrid, Spain, the year before last, and sold for a sky-high price of 190 million pounds!"

"But like those famous and very prolific painters, the value of their works often shows two extremes."

"For example: Picasso, one of the main representatives of Spanish modern art, created more than 3 works during his lifetime."

"During Picasso's life, his painting methods and styles changed several times, and the popularity of his works also varied."

"Many of Picasso's prints and drawings are in the embarrassing situation of being priceless in the art trading market."

"But in the eyes of some collectors who are very fond of Picasso's works, the value of these paintings is completely different!"

"They are often willing to pay a high price to obtain an authentic Picasso painting and keep it in their home to enjoy."

"So...how do you want to choose?"

Zina looked at Mr. Barone with a smile, waiting for his decision.

Barone understood the "intention" of Zina's words, frowned and thought for a while, then asked.

“How many Picassos can you help me find?”

"Hehe~"

"It depends...how big a collection room you want to build!"

"stock room?"

"That's right!"

"This type of art requires a dedicated collection room that is very suitable for long-term preservation of paintings."

"If you can't take good care of them, their value will be greatly reduced, or even... worthless!"

"Understood~"

Barone turned to look at Rosenlow and asked, "Can your DA construction company handle this collection room?"

"Okay!" Rosenlow replied simply and directly.

"Hmm~"

Barone readily took out the checkbook from his inner pocket, quickly wrote a note, handed it to Zina and said.

"This is 20 yuan."

"You first help me acquire some Picasso works. After my collection room is built, we will discuss the next step."

"Okay, please wait a moment!" Zina took the check with a smile, stood up and prepared to issue a receipt to Mr. Barone.

Barone waved to her, took out the business card holder from his pocket, pulled out a gold business card, handed it to Zina, and said with a smile.

"The number above allows you to contact me at any time~"

"Your name is Xena Osevia?"

"Yes, Mr. Barone."

"Haha~ Very good!"

"Happy New Year! Xena!"

"Our cooperation will definitely be very pleasant ~ right?"

"Yes, Mr. Barone!"

"ok~"

"Boy Rosenluo, I'm leaving first."

"Wish your family a Happy New Year for me!"

"Thank you!"

. . .

Francisco Barone, gone.

Zina stood in the lobby on the first floor, looked down at the check in her hand, and asked Rosenlow.

"Then what? What should I do?"

Rosenlow fastened the buttons of his coat, glanced in the direction of the stairs, walked to Zina and whispered.

"Who's that person upstairs?"

"Uh...my two best friends."

"friend?"

"right.."

"One is Gila Cox, who went to David's house to help him..."

"The other is Hollywood actress Jane Fonda..."

Rosenluo turned his head and looked in the direction of the stairs, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Just like what we talked about before, just do what you should do."

"...Okay~" Zina looked at Rosenlow and waited for a few seconds. Seeing that he had no intention of continuing, she smiled, shrugged and whispered.

"I have so many valuable works of art stored here, so I must arrange a few trustworthy security guards."

"Do you have a suitable candidate?"

Rosenluo shook his head slightly: "These have been handed over to Lawrence of the DA Security Company."

"He said he would send someone over tonight."

"OK!" Zina happily flicked the check with her fingers and said with a smile.

"This is the first business of the new store. Do you want to celebrate with us?"

"No! I have to rush back to spend time with my family."

"Happy New Year, Xena."

"Haha~ you too!"

"Goodbye."

"..."

Zina stood on the inside of the glass door, watching Rosenlow get into the car and speed away, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

"This kid... really has a character!"

----

Northwest United States, Washington State.

Seattle-Tacoma International Airport.

A private plane flying from London slowly landed on the runway.

inside the cabin.

Deborah, Mrs. Devonshire, put down the magazine in her hand and looked at the snowy scene outside from the window, feeling a little lost in thought.

Tilda Swinton, who was sitting not far from Deborah, looked at the small snowflakes flying outside the window, with a strange light shining in her eyes ~

"lady!"

When the plane slowly entered the preparation area, the middle-aged beautiful stewardess walked near Deborah and the two and smiled.

"We will be here temporarily for about 90 minutes."

"Would you like to get off the plane and take a walk?"

"No~" Deborah picked up the magazine again and shook her head with a smile.

"Well... I want to go out and take a look, is that okay?" Tilda raised her little hand to the stewardess and asked.

"Of course!"

"But the temperature outside is very low now. Please wear an extra warm coat to avoid..."

"Ok!"

Tilda came close to her aunt Deborah, whispered a few words in her ear, and then happily ran into the room to get dressed.

Deborah smiled amused and helpless, nodded slightly to the flight attendant, and returned her eyes to the magazine, but in her heart, there was a question mark + exclamation mark over Tilda's "successive abnormal" behavior.