Manhattan Reborn 1978

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

night~

Honolulu International Airport.

A group of passengers on a flight from San Francisco walked out of the exit, chatting and laughing.

Brotney Mejia, wearing an extremely ordinary loose dress and a light yellow hat, slowly followed the crowd towards the exit of the airport hall.

"Hey~ Mecia!"

"..How did you come?"

Mr. Gardener "drilled" out of nowhere, strode up to Mecia, and said with a smile.

"I also learned by chance that you were coming back on this flight..."

"You haven't had dinner yet?"

"Let's go~ Let's go back first."

"Um...where to go?"

Mr. Gardener reached out and took the small carry-on bag from Mecia's hand, and smiled as he led her out of the airport lobby.

"There happens to be a party at the holiday home tonight, we'll rush back~"

"...Oh!" Mexia glanced at Mr. Gardener, saw the relaxed smile inadvertently showing on the corner of his mouth, and slowly relaxed, smiling.

"You seem very satisfied with this new job!"

"Haha~" Mr. Gardener joked as he took out the car keys from his pocket with a smile.

“Since I came to this island, I don’t know what I’m busy with every day.”

"Aside from your tanned skin, what satisfies me the most is that I can see you three finding new goals..."

"Hahaha~" Mecia couldn't help but look surprised, walked two steps quickly, took Mr. Gardener's arm, and said with a smile.

"I'm not Helis and Elena... I don't have any new goals~"

"Oh?"

"That's not easy, just go to Waikiki Beach at night and find one!"

"Hahahaha~" Mecia laughed and shook her head, holding Mr. Gardener's arm, and walked out of the airport hall.

----

398 Corudilla Avenue.

The front yard of the resort.

The moonlight is like a mirror, and the night is like the tide.

Under a string of shining lights, David, Cui Yingying, Zina, Elena, Giles, Bloomer, Klein, Roland Perkins, Professor Gila Cox, Jane ·Fonda, George’s family, Mr. Gardener, and Mexia, each holding a wine glass in their hands, gathered together in twos and threes, chatting and laughing easily.

Donald D. Klein, who exudes the charm of a mature man, and Roland Perkins, who is experienced and sociable, plus Xina and Jane Fonda, slowly became the focus of the crowd. ~

Blumer crossed his legs, sat very relaxed in the chair, and curiously asked Klein next to him.

"Do you still know my dad?"

"Yes~"

"We met several times in Los Angeles and San Francisco, and I gave him some advice on the companies he invested in in Silicon Valley~"

"Oh, do you want to sell these vacation homes and start your own venture capital company?"

Klein glanced at David with a smile, nodded and said, "Yes!"

Blumer turned to look at Giles, who was very quiet tonight, and said with a smile: "Then we will also invest in your venture capital company and become shareholders... How about it?"

"Okay~"

"Of course I welcome it!"

"Hahaha~"

"That's a deal?!"

"ok~"

. . .

While talking and laughing, the two decided to form a partnership for the first time.

David sat nearby and looked at the two of them, then glanced at Giles who was unusually silent, and interjected with a smile.

"Klein, George read the vacation home transaction contract you brought for me, and I signed it~"

"When you leave later, remember to take them all with you."

"Okay!" Klein shrugged, pretending to "finally settle a matter on his mind" and said with a smile.

David took a sip of juice from the cup and asked Klein again, feeling very interesting.

"Selling the vacation home to recover the investment and then looking for some better venture capital projects to invest is a very strategic decision!"

"But you've never heard of... REITs?"

"What? REITs? Is that how you pronounce it?"

"what is it?"

"Hehe~"

David smiled and shook his head, glanced at Blumer without any surprise, and explained.

"REITs is the abbreviation of Real Estate Investment Trusts, which means real estate investment trust funds."

"It probably appeared around 60 years ago and was originally defined as...a non-corporate organization composed of multiple principals as managers and holding convertible income shares."

"Simply put, REITs were born to promote the healthy and rapid development of the real estate market + to provide more small and medium-sized investors with a lower threshold investment opportunity."

"Oh..." Klein nodded somewhat understandingly, looked at David's smile, and made a gesture of invitation.

David nodded slightly to him, pondered for a while, thought about it, and continued.

"Before the emergence of REITs, if investors who invested in real estate wanted to cash out quickly, they could only try their luck to find a buyer like you to take over and cash out."

"But if you are unlucky, the time it takes to find a buyer can be as short as a few months or as long as half a year, and you will not be able to realize these real estate properties."

"And those who have a small amount of cash on hand but cannot find investors with relatively high returns cannot buy these real estates from you, and can only watch the opportunity to make money slip away."

"The emergence of REITs not only allows small and medium-sized investors to participate in real estate investment, but also solves the problem of investors like you who have invested large amounts of money but cannot realize it in time~"

“So, from the essence of REITs, it is a kind of securitization of real estate.”

“The underlying assets of REITs are real estate that can generate stable cash flow.”

"For example: commercial real estate that can continuously generate rental income is a very good underlying asset!"

"Uh...sorry!"

"You want to say... can vacation homes also be included in the category of commercial real estate?" Klein felt that he seemed to have missed something, so he interrupted David directly and asked.

David put the juice cup down casually, glanced at Giles who had his attention drawn, nodded and smiled.

"Yes!"

"Although the vacation homes we are trading are all residential property rights, by their nature, they should be included in the category of commercial real estate."

"And in the basic category of REITs, equity real estate investment trusts, you can accept your vacation home as an investment."

“An equity REIT is a company that can publicly trade real estate.”

“Its main activities are: buying, managing, renovating, maintaining, renting and occasionally selling real estate.”

“So, this type of equity REITs can also transform into the role of real estate developers when the real estate industry is booming.”

“The nature of REITs as trust companies also has great tax advantages!”

"The rental real estate operated and managed by REITs does not need to report taxes to the tax bureau. Only when the company distributes dividends to shareholders, shareholders need to pay personal profits tax and other taxes."

"Furthermore, the government has very clear regulations on the distribution of equity income from equity REITs."

"It must use 90% of its annual total income to distribute dividends to all investing shareholders~"

"Therefore, equity REITs are a very good investment choice for conservative small and medium-sized investors."

"According to data in recent years, from 72 to the present, the annualized rate of return of most equity REITs has exceeded 10%~"

“Especially in 74, the investment income of many REITs once exceeded 18%!”

David opened his hands to Klein and said with a smile: "You should be familiar with the fact that investing in real estate can avoid taxes~"

“It’s just that you may not know that investing in REITs can increase efficiency more flexibly.”

"Yeah~" Klein nodded with emotion and sighed.

"If we had met earlier, maybe I wouldn't have..."

"Hahaha~"

"No, man!"

"We meet each other sooner or later in life!"

"The only difference is...whether we know how to cherish it!"

"..." Klein felt that David's words didn't seem to be completely answering him. .

He glanced at Giles and Bloomer, nodded with a gentle smile and said.

"I still have a few friends who are coming to the island for vacation soon."

"If you don't mind, I can introduce them to you...?"

"Okay~"

"welcome any time!"

"Hahaha~ok!"

----

new York.

Brooklyn, Brighton Beach.

Since 08:30 in the evening, the front of the Caribbean Club has been hit by flames again. .

The leader of the Xiong Daguo immigration gang, Yevsi Borisovich Agron's face has always been as black as the bottom of a pot, and his whole body exudes an extremely dangerous chill~

Although the club was not operating normally when it was attacked this time, no one was injured. .

But if Agron can continue to grit his teeth and endure this kind of continuous slap in the face, I am afraid that the hearts of the gang he formed will be scattered. .

Therefore, he must fight back!

. . .

Eight forty.

Agron found his most capable subordinate Emil by phone and asked him to immediately summon all his men to prepare for a counterattack.

Nine o'clock sharp.

Agron found Kavova Sonechkov, his fellow thieves, in a strip club.

At this time, Kawarwa was holding two hot beauties in his arms, immersed in the strong hallucinations caused by taking cocaine. .

Seeing his "useless" look, Agron was so filled with hatred that he almost pulled out his gun and killed him with a headshot. .

Nine fifty-five.

After some tossing, Cavova finally regained some sanity. He was pulled into the car by two men assigned by Agron and rushed to the west of Brighton Beach for support.

Ten forty-three p.m.

After more than two hours of intense work, Agron summoned nearly 300 of his men and made a "counterattack plan" for the entire Brighton Beach. .

midnight.

Just when Agron felt that nothing would happen again tonight, he was about to send people to start a massive counterattack as planned~

From more than a dozen streets in different areas of northern Brooklyn, a large number of black men wearing heavy coats, holding different models of guns, got into their cars and headed toward Brighton Beach in southern Brooklyn. area, speeding away.

. . .

The continuous sound of gunshots, shouts, curses, and the screams of some unlucky people after being shot made people living near Brighton Beach feel like they were in "hell" ~

Many gang members who originally lived near Brighton Beach, instead of actively looking for "intruders" during tonight's super gang fire, turned into "spoilers" for home invasions and robberies. .

Therefore, when Agron learned about the abominable behavior of these bastards, he was almost angered to death by their "magic operation"~

He stared with bloodshot eyes, fiercely grabbed the collar of his capable subordinate Emil, and said hatefully.

"After tonight, we must catch all these scum and throw them into the sea to feed the fish!"

"..." Emil, who had just been shot in the arm and only had a simple hemostatic bandage on the wound, nodded with a pale face.

He turned his head and glanced at the room. The faces of the "wounded soldiers" still had some expressions of fear and luck, and he finally understood what Agron said. .

Even if they don't work hard tonight, they will die tomorrow!

Not resisting is death, resisting is also death. .

So why should you hesitate?

. . .

On the Brooklyn Bridge connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn.

Superintendent Alston, the head of the Auxiliary Police Office, took a cup of hot coffee from Cohen of the DA Security Company and said in a low voice.

"The one that just passed by was ambulance No. 20..."

"Oh~?"

Cohen asked with a disdainful smile, pulling Auston into the car.

"What about your police? Aren't you going to step in and take care of it?"

"Whatever~"

"We blocked off various traffic arteries, controlled their firefighting range, and deployed sufficient police forces in some key places."

"Okay~"

"You'd better save your nonsense to deceive reporters..."

Auston raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at him, pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Cohen took out two cigarettes from his pocket, lit one and handed one to Alston, smiling.

"I guess... you must have sufficient police presence in the hospital, right?"

"As long as they are sent in by ambulance... one of them counts as one, and they will be turned around correctly!"

"Hahaha~"

Auston shook his head feeling speechless, stared at the filter of the cigarette for a few seconds, and whispered.

"What do you think our police can do?"

"Go and shoot with those gang gunmen on the street with a revolver and body armor?"

"Hehe~"

“Do you know how many police officers have submitted their resignations?”

"They would rather go home and collect unemployment benefits than be police officers anymore."

"Tell me, why is this?!"

"..." Cohen exhaled a cloud of smoke, stared at Alston for a while, put away his smile and stopped talking.

Although Auston's face is calm, the emotion in his voice is obviously not "calm" ~

. . .

After midnight, three in the morning.

Malkin Sr.'s home in Queens.

A rapid ringing of the phone woke up Malkin from his sleep.

He casually put on a nightgown, walked to the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Hello~"

"it's me!"

"Well~ I just got back and I'm suffering from jet lag."

"Hehe~"

"How are you?"

"Oh?"

"is it?"

"Loss of manpower?"

"Ok!"

"What can I do for you?"

"you sure?"

"it is good!"

"I'll call you, don't go away!"

"ok~"

Old Malkin put down the phone, rubbed his temples with his hands and thought for a while, then picked up the phone again and dialed~

. . .

Manhattan.

Six forty in the morning.

66th Street, FBI headquarters in New York.

The person in charge, Harold Stone, walked into the office proudly with breakfast in hand and smiled at the two people behind him.

"Come on~ tell me!"

"..." Lexia Burnedy and Kane Spann sat down behind Mr. Stone, sighing with tired faces.

"Hehe~"

"How about...you guys have some breakfast first, and then..."

"No need!" Lekosha glanced at Kahn, who had his mouth tightly closed, pondered for a moment, and asked.

"Is there something you're hiding from us?"

"conceal?"

Harold Stone smiled and shook his head slightly: "I can tell you everything!"

"Do you want to hear it?"

"No!" Lekosha shook his head with a straight face without any hesitation.

"Hahaha~"

Mr. Stone pointed at the "old fritter" Lekosha, and for a moment he didn't know how to evaluate him.

Kahn Spann stared at Mr. Stone for a while, and then suddenly asked.

"When can we rest?"

"...Sorry!" Mr. Stone glanced at his watch apologetically, thought for a while and said.

"Ten o'clock!"

"Before ten o'clock, if there are no more accidents, everyone will go back to rest!"

"I'll take care of the rest!"

"Huh~ok!" Kahn Spann stood up, took his breakfast, and walked out of the office.

Lekosha reached out and took out a glass of juice from the breakfast bag, took a big sip, raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Apple juice?"

"This breakfast...isn't cheap?"

"Hehe~"

"It's only $1!"

"Oh?"

"Where did you buy it?"

"da cheap store."

"..." Lekosha blinked and looked at the ham sandwich and a small vegetable salad in the breakfast bag. She seemed to have figured out something and nodded.

"I'll go back and write a report first..."

"If you need something, call me anytime!"

"Ok."

"Thank you!" Mr. Stone thanked Lekosha very sincerely and watched him leave.

. . .

A quarter past eight in the morning.

Manhattan.

Gold Coin Hotel, fourth floor.

Odis Parker finished his breakfast, walked into the living room leisurely, and turned on the TV.

Then, he put a stack of today's newspapers on the sofa, walked to the phone, picked up the phone and dialed.

10 minute later.

Winston, the person in charge of the hotel, opened the door and walked in, handing Mr. Parker a copy of the latest intelligence transaction catalogue.

Mr. Parker quickly glanced at the list and asked interestingly.

"Last night...you didn't sleep all night?"

"Ok!"

"Hehe~"

"In the future, you'd better find a helper to help you deal with these matters."

"Otherwise, you will be exhausted sooner or later!"

With a smile on his face, Winston spread his hands and said, "I have been resting for a long time..."

"A busy night once in a while is nothing!"

"Ok."

Mr. Parker picked up a copy of the Wall Street Journal next to him, flipped through one of its pages, pointed to a piece of news, and said.

“In the future, there will definitely be more and more investigations like this~”

"We need to speed up the establishment of a commercial investigation company!"

"Oh?"

Winston picked up the newspaper, carefully read the news pointed out by Mr. Parker, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"This kind of thing... is not difficult!"

"We just need to find more reliable manpower, and we can monopolize similar businesses on Wall Street~"

"monopoly?"

"Haha~" Mr. Parker seemed a little sensitive to the word Winston used.

He stared at Winston for a while and chuckled: "That guy Phil has arrived in New York."

"Go and contact him."

"As for the manpower issue, he should be able to help you!"

"Okay!" Winston nodded with understanding, turned around and left with the "Wall Street Journal" in his hand.