Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Manhattan, Wall Street.

Stanley's fourth floor, in Sam Rogers' office.

Mr. Otis Parker appeared in front of Sam on time.

He took out two organized documents from the briefcase he carried and smiled.

"According to the data in this document, Brazilian citrus production areas are scattered and unevenly distributed in 24 states."

“The main production areas are in the southeastern region of Brazil, accounting for more than 80% of the country’s total production~”

“The production of Sao Paulo state alone accounts for 78% of Brazil’s total citrus production!”

“Brazil is home to nine of the nine main municipal production areas in the state of São Paulo and one in the northeastern state of Bahia.”

"Last month was the first month of the rainy season in Sao Paulo, and it was also the rainiest December in the past 20 years."

"Frequent and continuous rainfall has severely affected citrus and sugar cane crops in the entire Sao Paulo region~"

"Sugarcane is very tolerant of waterlogging in its early stages of growth..."

"Excessive stagnant water in sugarcane fields will cause root rot and dead seedlings if it cannot be drained away in time!"

"So, judging from the data from last month... and the fact that this month and next month are still rainy seasons~"

"Citrus and sugar cane production in the entire Sao Paulo region will be very seriously affected by waterlogging."

. . .

Mr. Parker talked non-stop for nearly 10 minutes before stopping.

Sam Rogers read the document carefully word for word, took a deep breath, stared at Mr. Parker and asked.

"I'm looking at the format of this document..."

"Where did you get it?"

"Haha~ An official from the Brazilian Ministry of Agriculture..."

"You only said that you wanted to get the specific data on citrus and sugar cane as soon as possible, so I asked someone to get these back first~"

"Waiting around the 10th, coffee, corn, tobacco and other agricultural products will be sent over there, as well as more detailed statistical reports on the damage."

"How's it going? Do you think it's useful?"

"..." Sam pursed his lips, lowered his head, looked up and down at the first page and the last page of the document, and said with a frown.

"You obtained these through illegal means... right?!"

"illegal?"

"Hahahaha~" Mr. Parker couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.

"You don't think we are the only ones paying attention to the waterlogging situation in Brazil, do you?"

"This document is already the seventh one sold by the Brazilian Ministry of Agriculture official..."

"We are not the first, and we will never be the last!"

"..." Sam silently nodded slowly, got up and walked to the door to think for a few seconds. He opened the door and asked the secretary to call Mu Brandes, then closed the door again, organized the documents on the table, and said Mr Parker said.

"Only the three of us know this!"

"If he asks on the phone... don't tell him first!"

"The boss, I will explain to him."

"ok~"

Sam handed the document to Mr. Parker, let out a sigh of relief, and asked, "How much did you spend?"

Mr. Parker shrugged, smiled, took out another folder from his briefcase, put it in front of Sam and said, "I have another one here...Business Investigation Power of Attorney, which needs your signature!"

"After the Department of Agriculture (USDA) publicly releases its forecast report on Wednesday, we will give you a satisfactory survey report over the weekend!"

"This..." Sam opened the folder and saw a formal contract inside, and suddenly felt weird in his heart. .

Mr. Parker seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and said: "There is a legal process for obtaining information. Of course I understand that it is important!"

"You give me money and I work. No one can tell me there's a problem..."

Sam lowered his head and flipped through a few pages of the entrustment document. He thought about it and said, "I'm going to give it to the lawyers at George Law Firm. Let's take a look at it first~"

"Of course!"

Mr. Parker was very satisfied with Sam's caution and asked with a smile.

"You don't seem to have faith in Bernard Madoff...?"

"And you're very dissatisfied with the enthusiasm shown by him and Peter Peterson?"

Sam put the room in his hands aside, leaned forward, put his hands on the table, stared at Mr. Parker and said.

"They are all Jewish..."

"There are not many Jews on Wall Street, and these people all have huge funds and extensive resources."

"It is very beneficial for us that the two of them can maintain a friendship at a suitable distance!"

"but!"

"If he can't clearly see his identity and location, I hope you can stop him in time."

Mr. Parker felt very amused and smiled, stood up and said to Sam.

"I don't think greed... is a bad thing!"

"I don't even think that the smart Bernard Madoff would be overly conceited and do something stupid."

"Because, what people can see with their eyes... is not everything!"

"Many intangible things are the most easily overlooked..."

"For example: If this company wasn't located in the Stanley Building... do you think someone would come over and take the initiative to find Mr. Madoff?"

"Also, in the phone call David made yesterday..."

"He has become even more greedy!"

"Hehe~"

"Clang clang clang~"

Amid Mr. Parker's smile, there was a knock on the door.

Sam stood up straight, walked slowly to Mr. Parker, and spoke in a low voice.

"It never occurred to me... to teach David to make decisions!"

"Maybe, you can!?"

Mr. Parker tapped the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't need to teach you these things at all~"

"He understands everything better than anyone else and sees everything thoroughly~"

"He has already obtained the chips, identity and connections for himself!"

"Even if Stanley can't accommodate his company, you can still move to Rockefeller Center or somewhere else~"

"But if he didn't have the impulsiveness and greed that young people should have, many people might reconsider their attitude towards him!"

"He took his family to hide in Hawaii. It's an attitude..."

"He brought several girlfriends and family members with him. It's a sign of his attitude!"

"What he showed was more greedy, and it was the same attitude!"

Mr. Parker no longer had any smile on his face. He looked at Sam calmly and whispered.

"Your current state is very much like me more than ten years ago..."

"That's why I feel the need to remind you!"

"..." Sam looked into Mr. Parker's eyes quietly, seeming to read a very complicated meaning from them.

He was silent for a while, silently nodded to Mr. Parker, walked to the door, opened the door, and said.

"I will have someone send you the power of attorney as soon as possible."

"We can contact you at any time ~ Mr. Parker!"

"ok~"

Mr. Parker put on his hat, carried his briefcase and walked to the door, smiled and nodded to Mu Brandes, and left~

. . .

After a few minutes.

Sam and Mu Brandes sat speechless.

The silence in the office made Mu Brandes guess something. .Something must have happened here just now.

But he didn't ask anything, and he didn't want to know anything!

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

First floor, in the living room.

Zina, wearing a yellow floral dress, smiled and asked Roland Perkins of CAA who came from Los Angeles this morning.

"Michelle's agent really told you that?"

"Haha~ Yes!" Roland Perkins shook his head proudly and laughed.

"Michelle Pfeiffer, the title of Miss Orange County is just a gimmick in Hollywood..."

"Almost no one cares where Orange County is~"

"Hollywood, not the fashion scene in New York."

"Directors and producers don't like the tall, thin, white blond dolls in the modeling industry..."

"Movie audiences are tired of seeing so-called blonde beauties..."

"Only with good acting skills + unique characteristics + eye-catching appeal + praise can make those picky directors and producers want to take a look!"

Zina nodded in agreement with Roland's blunt statement: "Then you will come with me to see them later?"

"Of course ~ I came all the way here just for this matter!"

Roland Perkins glanced in the direction of the restaurant, moved closer to Xina, and asked in a low voice.

"David specially asked someone to call Michelle over. Is... thinking... hmm!?"

Seeing him winking, Zina raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Do you think... David would like her type?"

"Uh...hehe~"

“It’s good to change the taste once in a while!”

"..." Xina's smile turned cold instantly. .

Several sharp swords seemed to fly out of her eyes, which made Roland Perkins smile stiffly and lick his lower lips, and said with a smile.

"Um... well... do we still have to wait for David?"

"..." Zina's cold face showed no expression. She casually smoothed down the hem of her skirt and expressed her attitude in silence.

Roland Perkins, exuding stiffness and embarrassment, mentally slapped himself hard, cursing himself for being so brainless. .

After 2 minutes of silence.

A smile appeared on Zina's lips again and she said, "Have you met Michelle Pfeiffer?"

"I have seen."

"Have you been to the Wildfire Bar?"

"Uh...been there!"

Zina tapped her temple with her index finger and asked Roland again: "Then please remember the people who work at the Wildfire Bar!"

"...??" Roland Perkins didn't quite understand what Xina meant, so he could only follow her "pointers" and think back carefully.

"..Huh!?"

"Hi~ you mean...?"

"You remember?"

"Uh... yes!" Roland spread his hands with a very bitter smile and said.

"The waitresses at Wildfire Bar, Kim Ji and Michelle Pfeiffer, look like sisters~"

"Sorry ~ I really didn't think of it!"

"Hehe~"

Zina stood up with a smile and casually swung down her skirt: "Then let's go first~ Don't keep them waiting any longer."

"...Okay!" Roland immediately cheered up and nodded.

. . .

The morning breeze gently blew the bedroom curtains.

David, who had just woken up, frowned and covered his eyes with his hands. After a while to adapt, he got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

There was nothing on the bed except a slightly messy thin quilt. .

Last night, he had another sleepless night~

More than half an hour later, on the front lawn.

Mr. Gardener sat at a small table under a parasol and watched quietly as Zina and Roland left.

David rubbed his chin with his hand, walked out of the holiday house, and waved to the gardener.

"Let's go~"

. . .

Honolulu International Airport.

When David saw Carnes's empty hands, he stepped forward and asked with a smile.

"You're just going back? Are you going to stop playing for a few days?"

"Playing? What are you playing with? Do you still have fun?"

"Uh..." David was left speechless by Karnes' three consecutive questions.

Bill Gutherland smiled and added: "We are not going back to California, but going to London."

"Oh? London?"

"Yes!" Karnes nodded crisply, put his arm around David's shoulders and said.

"At present, London is still the largest gold trading center in the world."

"I contacted Little Peter, Gerald, and Holm. All the funds will go into several bank accounts in New York the day after tomorrow."

"At that time, we will officially start planning!"

"...ok!" David stretched out his right hand to Karnes and said with a smile.

"Have a safe journey, my friend!"

"Come on, stop being so stupid!" Kanes curled his lips disdainfully, patted David on the shoulder, and strode into the passenger passage.

. . .

Karnes and Bill Gutherland left gracefully.

David stood in the parking lot outside the airport, watching the plane slowly take off, and sighed softly.

This guy Karnes looks very unreliable, but he never does things sloppily. .

If you want to do it, do it, then do it!

The remaining. .Why think so much?

If you are hesitant and indecisive, you will not be able to accomplish anything great!

David felt himself. .You should learn from him!

. . .

Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

Lawn Cafe.

David walked up to Mr. Fair and smiled at him: "Hi~Welcome to Hawaii!"

Mr. Fair, wearing a "do as the Romans do" floral shirt, gave David a warm hug and said with a smile: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome~"

"Hahaha~"

The two sat down and talked and laughed for a while.

Mr. Fair said directly: "David Romano, went to Big Island this morning... Did you know?"

"Yeah... I just heard about it~"

"What do you think about the cooperation between me and him?"

When David heard Feier's temptation, he smiled and said, "If he wants to buy, if you are willing to sell, the deal is done!"

"We are all businessmen, of course we must abide by business rules!"

"...ok! I understand."

Mr. Fehr breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and changed the topic.

"I heard... Elena is here too?"

"Yes~"

"Do you know?"

"Of course! Haha~"

"When she was in Madrid, Spain, I was..."

David suddenly raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture to Mr. Fair: "No! You don't have to tell me this..."

"I'm not interested in her past~"

"Except for her name not changing, she has no contact with the past at all!"

Mr. Fehr blinked in surprise, nodded slowly and smiled: "Understood!"

"Then...do you need me anywhere?"

"Yeah!" David thought about it seriously and said.

"I need some information that Odis Parker doesn't have..."

"For example: about various families and business tycoons in Tokyo and Hong Kong..."

----

Not far from Waikiki Beach is Diamond Head Mountain.

Harold Stone, head of the New York FBI branch, panted and climbed up the hill. Facing the dazzling sunshine, he smiled at Harris Schultz beside him.

"How's it going? I won!"

"...Hmm!" Schultz took out a handkerchief from his pocket.He wiped the sweat of his ex-husband Mr. Stone carefully and smiled.

"You won! I listened to you..."

"Hahaha~" Mr. Stone laughed heartily and hugged Harris, kissed her hard, and shouted down the mountain feeling extremely happy.

"Ah~Hawaii~"

"We're here~!!"

"You are so beautiful!"

"Hahahaha~" Harris Schulz clenched the handkerchief in her hand while laughing loudly, and also learned to shout a few words. .

The two people's voices carried far, far away with a gust of salty sea breeze.