Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Evening~

The southernmost tip of Manhattan, in front of the plaza below the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

Sam Rogers looked up and looked back at the two towering skyscrapers behind him, and slowly exhaled.

Bernard Madoff, who had already led several traders to the street, suddenly turned back to look at Sam who was standing there. After thinking about it, he walked to him and asked.

"Are you going straight home?"

"I send you."

"No~ I have something to go to Chase Bank." Sam kept looking up and whispered.

"Oh..." Bernard Madoff glanced at the traders who were dispersing on the street, pondered for a few seconds, and asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Are you going...?"

"Ok!"

"The boss has decided to buy spot gold!"

"I went over to sign the contract..."

"Um...how much do you want to buy?"

"..."

Sam did not answer immediately, but continued to look up at the two towering buildings for a while. After taking a few deep breaths, he looked at Madoff calmly and said.

"The gold spot market, although it can be publicly traded in Chicago..."

"But it is still a strategic precious metal that is controlled by the government to a certain extent!"

"It's a complete seller's market now~"

"Who is willing to sell and at what price..."

"We don't have much say, so we can only accept everything."

"So, when I went to Chase Bank... I just went there to sign~"

"...Oh!" Bernard Madoff's eyes flashed, he smiled and nodded.

"Let's go~I'll see you off!"

"..Um!"

----

Brighton Beach, in southern Brooklyn, is on the top floor of an old-style apartment near Fourth Street.

A middle-aged man sitting in a dark corner by the window put down the phone and said to the people lying on the mattresses.

"Check weapons and ammunition again."

"We'll move on time at 08:30."

"Ok~"

Several young people with calm faces seemed to be ready, and they quickly checked their guns and ammunition. .

One of the young men, who looked to be in his early twenties, lowered his head and checked his pistol, then quietly put two Bibles into the inner pockets of his coat.

. . .

An apartment building next to the Brooklyn Bridge in northern Brooklyn.

Third floor, in the living room.

Francisco Barone, the gang boss who likes to give out golden business cards to people, watched one of his cronies finish making a phone call, and waved his hand gently to let him leave~

ten minutes later.

"Bell bell~"

Barone stood up and walked to the phone, picked up the receiver and said in a low voice.

"Hey~ it's me."

"..Um!"

"Manpower has been gathered."

"08:30!"

"Oh.."

"When will your people..."

"can!"

"I'll be here tonight."

. . .

Hang up.

Mr. Barone stood up and walked to the table, opened the cigar box, and slowly lit one for himself.

The smoke dispersed with the flickering light of the fire~

Mr. Barone's mood also returned to calm as the puffs of smoke dispersed.

What should come, what will come. .

Instead of gritting your teeth and waiting for luck, you might as well explode it yourself!

As for whether the final result is good or bad, it depends on God's arrangement. .

----

The Queen.

Under the night~

Kennedy International Airport.

A flight from San Francisco landed steadily on the runway.

After half an hour.

Harold Stone, head of the FBI's New York division, pulled. .The little hands of ex-wife Helis Schultz walked into the parking lot briskly, got into her car, and sped away towards her home~

on the way.

Harold slowly stopped the car at an intersection, bit his lip and thought for a few seconds, but couldn't help but ask.

"You and Brotney Mejia..."

"I know~"

"You want to ask whether we are murderers... right?"

"Uh..." Harold was speechless.

Harris Schulz supported her chin with one hand, turned her head to look at the street scene and passers-by outside the window, and whispered.

"We just did what we had to do."

"He...must go to hell!"

"..."

Harold stared intently at the red light ahead, exhaled silently, clenched the steering wheel with both hands, and whispered.

"Where's Elena?"

"You promised her... on what terms?"

"Hehe~"

Schultz chuckled and turned to look at Harold and asked, "You finally couldn't help it anymore!?"

"..yes!"

Seeing that the words had been spoken, Harold put the gear in place, and when the green light turned on, he pretended to be joking.

"As long as...she doesn't ask you to give birth to someone else's child..."

"I can accept it!"

"...Hahahaha~"

Harris Schulz burst out laughing~

She held her legs with her hands, trying not to smile too much. .

Harold glanced at Schulz out of the corner of his eye and continued to laugh.

"I used last month's salary and year-end bonus to buy you a car and invested in some stocks..."

"You'll be able to see it in a moment..."

"..etc!?"

"What did you invest in?" After hearing these two sentences, Schultz immediately put away his smile and asked with his eyes widened.

"Forehead.."

Harold scratched his chin with his hand and laughed dryly: "Buy stocks!"

"We definitely need to invest part of our money in our future lives in order to..."

"stock?"

Schultz sat back in his chair, tilted his head and stared at his husband who looked a little guilty, and thought for a while.

"I really need a car to take the kids to kindergarten..."

"You'd better not get involved in the investment matters, leave it to me... ok?!"

"Of course!" Harold breathed a huge sigh of relief, stepped on the accelerator very relaxedly, and said with a smile.

"I still have some money left in the drawer, which is enough to last until my salary is paid next month."

"I have money!"

"I know you have money..."

"But I am responsible for making money to support the family and support you and the children, as I should!"

When Schultz heard this, he could no longer hide the smile on his face~

She deliberately turned her head to look out the car window, paused for a long time, and then said.

“Mecia and I have to do something for Elena!”

"..do what?"

"I don't know~"

"..." Harold just felt relieved and started talking again~

He slowed down a bit, parked the car on the street, and said very seriously.

"No matter what you do for her..."

"Tell me in advance!"

"Okay?"

"..." Schultz still opened the window and remained silent without answering.

Harold waited silently. .

After more than ten extremely long minutes, Schultz nodded imperceptibly and said.

"Let's drive~ Let's go home!"

"Hi~Okay!"

Harold Stone, who felt that he had regained his "vitality", reached out and took Schulz's hand and smiled.

"Shall we go get something to eat first?"

“The free meals on the plane...are terrible!”

"...Hmm!" Schultz lowered his head, looked at his grabbed hand, and responded with a nasal voice.

----

New Jersey.

The training base of the security company.

After the person in charge, Stick Don Lawrence, left New York and returned home, the interim person in charge, Cohen Plock, sat in the office and put down the microphone, pouting at John Rambo across from him.

"Let's gather some help~"

"We're here to live!"

"..??"

"Where are we going?" Rambo asked with some confusion.

"Go to New York!"

"Assist the NYPD and FBI anti-gang units in conducting operations against gangs in Brooklyn."

"Gang?"

Rambo turned his head and glanced at the thick night outside the window, pondered for a moment, and then asked again.

"Should we contact David first?"

"Hehe~"

Cohen shrugged without any surprise, spread his hands and said: "We are not going to the front line..."

"We just need to help the police and guard a few key traffic arteries, and that'll be fine~"

"...Okay~"

Rambo tightened his jacket, looked at Cohen's smiling face, and whispered.

"I hope... you know what you're doing!"

"Yeah!" Cohen nodded firmly.

Rambo, gone.

Cohen put his legs up on his desk, lit a cigarette, and lost himself in thought.

He did not tell Rambo all the contents of the phone call~

Because he felt something intriguing from this action.

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Afternoon~

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

On one side of the yard, under the shade of a tree.

David held a small bucket in his hand, walked to Zina and sat down, took a big sip of juice, and smiled proudly at Giles and Bloomer.

"How about it?!"

"Have you never seen three-dimensional furniture on a flat surface?"

"...Haha~" Giles, wearing a pair of sunglasses, laughed coolly, shook his head and said nothing.

Bloomer stuck his sunglasses on his head, rubbed his chin and looked at the "painting" David had just made on the wall not far away, and sneered.

"You don't care... call it painting?"

"Tsk~ What's your attitude?"

"This is art!"

"Art, do you understand it?"

"..."

Bloomer felt a bit toothache and grinned. He stood up and walked closer to the wall. He looked at the "painting" carefully and mocked.

"If this can be called art... then all the artists around the world will hang themselves~"

"Hehe~"

David pretended to be proud and winked at Zina, smiling.

"Look at this... masterpiece of mine. There must be someone who knows how to appreciate it, right?"

"..." Zina took off her sunglasses, blinked and smiled at David, but said nothing.

Giles, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but happily gave David the final "blow"~

"Look over there!"

"The ones Elena led little Bernice to draw...are better than yours!"

"Hey~?"

David followed Giles' instructions and saw Little Link and Little Bernice, following Elena and Cui Yingying respectively, drawing two pictures on the wall. .Really good “painting”~

However, the two oil paintings created by Elena and Cui Yingying are completely different types of paintings.

The way Cui Yingying holds the oil brush in her hand is more like using a brush to draw a very abstract landscape painting on the wall~

Next to her, Elena held several paintbrushes of different colors between her fingers, and bit by bit she sketched out a painting of beach + sunset + coconut trees + tourists. .

David lowered his head and put down the keg in his hand, walked behind Cui Yingying and Xiao Link with curiosity, and asked.

"Have you ever learned how to use a brush to paint landscapes?"

Cui Yingying wiped her fingers clean with a few sheets, patted Little Link's head and smiled.

"No~ I just... have a friend's mother who likes to paint landscapes very much~"

"So, I learned a little bit from her in my free time..."

"Wow~"

"Is this a little bit?" David pointed to several high mountains on the wall + a long river at the foot of the mountain + a few willow trees by the river, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"It's such a pity that you should learn cooking skills!"

"You should study more..."

"...Hmm!" Cui Yingying walked up to David before he could finish his words, and nodded with a sweet smile.

"I'm going to prepare dinner for you~"

"What do you want to eat?"

"whatever."

"You can do whatever you have at home~"

"I like to eat whatever you do!"

"..good!"

Cui Yingying glanced at Polly's son, Xiao Link, and saw that he was very happy to press a few palm prints on the wall with his little hands, and asked with a bigger smile on his face.

"Have you ever heard of... a side stove?"

"Uh... make a side stove?"

"Is it the same as hot pot?"

"It's almost the same~just the name is different."

"OK!"

David kissed Cui Yingying very excitedly and smiled.

"Then let's have hot pot tonight!?"

"Ok!"

. . .

David looked at Cui Yingying and went about his business very happily.

He turned around and pulled Little Link, came behind Elena and Little Bernice, pointed at the wall and asked him.

"Look how good they are at painting!"

"Hmm...is this Waikiki Beach?" Little Link scratched his cheek with his little hand covered in oil paint and asked.

"Probably... no~" David looked at it seriously for a while and shook his head.

"Hey! Elena, what did you draw...where is this?"

"This is...in our dream!"

After hearing David's question, Elena squatted down to let little Bernice, whose face was stained with oil paint, answer in a clear voice.

Seeing that Elena and little Bernice were getting along very happily, David nodded happily and smiled.

"Okay~"

"Link, how about you follow your sister and finish the painting?"

"...Oh! Okay!" Little Link rolled his eyes, ran to his sister's side, raised his little black hand and smiled.

"You haven't drawn me yet..."

"..??"

Elena and little Bernice looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

. . .

ten minutes later.

On the second floor of the vacation home, in the study.

After cleaning off his paint, David took out a few notebooks and a stack of white paper from the drawer, and smiled at Giles and Bloomer.

"It's almost time~"

"Do you want paper and pen?"

"Of course!"

Bloomer reached out and took the paper and pen, gave Giles a copy, looked at the notebook in David's hand, and asked with a smile.

"You...really want to write a book?"

"Ok!"

David put away his smile and said while seriously preparing for the "battle" later.

"Actually... I had already planned in my mind to write something more than half a year ago~"

"It's just that at that time, I had not completed the initial accumulation of knowledge for writing, nor did I have a relatively complete creative outline or framework."

"So, I found a method for myself that can support my study and research!"

David pulled out a newspaper clipping from a notebook, placed it in front of Giles and Bloomer, pointed at it and said.

"Professor Richard Feynman!"

"You must have heard of his name, right?"

"...Hmm!" Giles reached out to pick up the newspaper clipping and glanced at it. .Photo of Richard Feynman, whispered.

"He is a top physicist and educator in the country who participated in the Manhattan Project!"

"Robert Oppenheimer, one of the leaders of the Manhattan Project, once said...Feynman is the most brilliant young physicist!"

“He has a very engaging character and personality and is an excellent teacher!”

"He has passionate feelings and outstanding contributions to all aspects of physics."

"Yes~"

A smile appeared on David's lips again, and he nodded in agreement.

"Freeman J. Dyson, a senior fellow at Princeton University and professor of physics, also said..."

"Richard Feynman was half genius, half funnyman."

"But later, when he had a deep understanding of Feynman, he revised his original evaluation to: He is a complete genius and a complete funnyman."

"Haha~" Bloomer took the newspaper clipping from Giles' hand and smiled.

"Professor Feynman is one of the most popular professors among students at Caltech."

"The physics classes he gave were similar to talk shows... I even went to listen to them a few times!"

"Oh~"

"Then I must find time to attend his class!" David smiled and raised his eyebrows at Blumer, opened a notebook, pushed it in front of the two of them, and continued.

"This is what I excerpted and summarized from some interviews with Professor Feynman... Feynman's learning method!"

"It may seem difficult to you, but it is very simple and practical in my study!"

"Most of us usually learn unconsciously, feeling that we are always looking at new things~"

"But in fact, they are just like a fleeting glimpse, allowing people to just have a taste of it, but not fully understand and use this knowledge~"

"Many people even cannot remember the central content of some books that they have read. They only remember that they have read it."

"Hehe~"

"Feynman's learning method is a method of constant output, which forces me to be conscious... and even take the initiative to learn new knowledge happily and consciously!"

"Even in some aspects, I am a complete layman and don't understand anything~"

"But as long as I am willing to learn, I will definitely gain something!"

"Then... what is output?"

"The output I'm talking about is to share some of the knowledge I have learned with others in the most understandable language~"

"For example: After I learned about the financial term compound interest, I immediately connected it with the yield on investment bonds and the interest rate on bank deposits."

"Because between the three of them, there is..."

David pointed at a scribbled mind map on his notebook with the tip of his pen, introducing his efficient learning methods to Giles and Bloomer.

When he said: "There are three common ways of output, sharing with friends, writing, and giving lectures!"

Blumer couldn't help but frown and said, "Is this why you want to write a book?"

"Yes~"

"But you..."

David couldn't help laughing when he saw that Blumer seemed to have something to say, but he only said half a sentence.

"When you understand...the relationship between the output and input of knowledge~"

"You will be like me and understand... The constant input of knowledge helps the output, but after the constant output, it forces me to continue to input new knowledge~"

"I think this sentence is the best summary of Feynman's learning method~"

"For example: I may... In one of our conversations, I talked about many knowledge points selected from the media, government public data, personal databases, and papers published by some well-known professors..."

"This makes you sound and feel that what I said is based on evidence and is not just nonsense."

"But what you don't know is...I can tell these things because I was forced to do so...!"

"Because these knowledge points never exist in isolation!"

"The many hidden connections between them are often ignored by people unconsciously...or even ignored~"

"So, for many things that do not make sense logically, if all the knowledge points existing in them are connected in series, and then expressed in easy-to-understand terms..."

"I have to rethink and re-integrate the knowledge I have learned~"

"Use knowledge to explain knowledge!

"Use magic to defeat magic..."

"..." Blumer blinked a few times, looked down at the notebook for a while, then tilted his head and glanced at Giles, who was frowning, and muttered with his lips curled up.

"All right.."

"Classmate David Coleman~"

"When will you start sharing your knowledge?"

"Haven't you already learned?" David looked at Bloomer with the same eyes as he looked at little Lindsay and smiled.

"Good job~"

"We'll call Professor Bartlet right now and start today's... new knowledge class!"

"Hahahaha~"

"...Tch!" Bloomer raised his middle finger to the "smug" David.

ps：理查德·菲利普斯·费曼（英文：RichardPhillipsFeynman，1918年5月11日—1988年2月15日），米国籍犹太裔物理学家，加州理工学院物理学教授。

He graduated from MIT at the age of 21 and received a PhD from Princeton University at the age of 23. At the age of 24, he joined the Manhattan Project and participated in the secret development of the atomic bomb in the project research team led by Robert Oppenheimer, and achieved success. .

Six months after the success of the Manhattan Project, two of the most powerful mushroom clouds in human history occurred in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. .It bloomed and caused everyone to have extreme fear from the bottom of their hearts~

The era of nuclear weapons dominance has arrived~

In 1950, Richard Feynman served as the Tolman Professor of Physics at Caltech until his death.

In 1965, he won the Nobel Prize in Physics.