Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Afternoon~

Manhattan, downtown.

New York Police Department (nypd) headquarters.

Superintendent Allston walked out of Chief Matthews Denipero's office feeling relaxed.

Lynde Vercello, head of the FBI's New York anti-gang unit, who followed him out, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Alston.

"No~thank you!"

"Hehe~"

"Where are you going later?"

"Can you give me a ride?"

"..where did you go?"

"Of course I'm going home!" Linde Wiccello lit the cigarette, took a long drag, shook his head and laughed.

"Since you are not willing to let our people intervene..."

"Then why am I still busy?"

"One more thing to do is definitely better than one less thing to do!"

"..." Auston walked to a window, stopped and turned to look at Linde Vercello, frowning and asking.

"What do you know...the inside story?"

"The inside story?"

"Hehe~"

"If that kind of thing really exists~"

"Do you think... is something I can say?"

"..." Auston blinked his big eyes and thought for a moment, then curled his lips and said with a bitter smile.

“It’s better to do less than to do more!?”

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

Linde Vercello laughed and blew out a cloud of smoke, looked around, took half a step forward and whispered to Auston.

"You and I both know that what happened last night is just the beginning!"

"The more complicated ones are still to come~"

"so!"

"No one would let themselves fall into it...right?"

Auston looked out the window, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Linde Vercello also turned to look out the window, the smile on his lips seemed to have some incomprehensible meaning~

----

Manhattan.

33rd Street, in a bar without any plaque.

Ludy tapped his fingers on the table and asked "Wooden Man" Rosenlow in surprise.

"Last night...the two sides fought fiercely?"

"Yes!"

Rosenlow picked up his juice cup, took a sip, paused, and said.

"Agron summoned nearly [-] people and deployed them on more than a dozen streets in the Brighton Beach area."

"As of this morning, more than 30 of Agron's men have died, more than 20 have been seriously injured, and the rest have suffered more or less minor injuries..."

"But among the more than 30 people who died, four wanted to take advantage of the chaos to break into the house and rob, and were beaten to death by residents."

"So, Agron and his men, after this time, will definitely make the ordinary residents of Brighton Beach hate them to the core~"

"Hahaha~"

Ludy shook his head and laughed for a while, stared at the juice cup in front of Rosenlow with a strange look for a while, and said.

"You go to old Malkin's house later and get the bail money."

"Francisco Barone has been arrested... As old friends, we must not just watch indifferently."

"..OK!"

"Do you need me to take a message?"

"Need not."

Lu Di tapped his temple with his finger and said with a smile: "You have done very well these past few days!"

"Use your brain more, it will only do you good, not bad!"

"...Hmm!" Rosenlow seemed to understand the other meaning of Lu Di's words and nodded slightly.

"I'm leaving?"

"Let's go~"

"Remember to come back to me tonight."

"Let's have dinner together and have a nice chat."

"ok~"

----

Manhattan.

40th Street, Da Company’s small building.

Polly, who returned from vacation in Hawaii, sat in the office and looked at the year-end briefings sent by various branches.

During the time that Polly was away, Ben Whitcott, the eldest brother of the "Three Face Brothers" who was temporarily in charge of the company's affairs, quietly observed the expression on Polly's face. .Very satisfied ~

In his heart, a big stone was finally put down.

Since the last time he made a stupid mistake in the construction company's accounts, he has been silently working hard to learn how to manage the rapidly expanding company.

“Very good~”

"Although, the advertising agency and nightclub business are our largest income sources..."

"But construction companies, transportation companies and trading companies also all achieved positive revenue growth."

Polly put down the year-end briefing in her hand and smiled at Ben Whitcott: "You have already worked in an advertising agency, a trading company, and a discount store, right?"

"Yes!"

"The time is a little short, I just..."

"Hey~ It doesn't matter."

"As long as we don't point fingers at them randomly or pretend to understand, we are qualified managers!"

"David and I have discussed this."

"I plan to hire two more vice presidents to help me manage various branches."

"You are the first batch of employees to enter the company!"

"So David and I both want to hear your thoughts..."

Ben Whitcott lowered his head and thought seriously, then asked: "You want me to...?"

"Yes!"

Polly pulled out the briefs from advertising agencies, trading companies and discount stores from the year-end briefings, placed them in front of Ben Whitcott, and smiled.

"My personal idea is... you manage these three branches."

"Also...when the service company gradually develops, it will also be managed by you."

"How about it?"

"Okay!" Ben Whitcott nodded without any hesitation.

"ok~"

Polly smiled with great satisfaction and said, "That's it for now!"

"You can contact the heads of these companies later and we will have a meeting tomorrow morning."

"Ok!"

. . .

Polly watched Ben Whitcott leave with a smile, lowered her head and read the briefings again, sighing silently in her heart.

Talent!

The company is growing too fast and there is almost no room for choice. .

Although Ben Whitcott is very diligent and conscientious in his work, his management ability and experience are still slightly lacking.

But it is undeniable. .David's evaluation of him is very accurate ~

David. . !

Polly thought of him, and she couldn't help but reveal a smile. Her hand unconsciously touched her belly, and she felt inexplicable anticipation in her heart~

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Honolulu International Airport.

Attorney George F. McCarran put his parents and younger brother on a short flight to the Big Island of Hawaii.

David, Bloomer and Giles, who were standing not far from George, found a good position with a wide view and chatted around while looking for attractive beauties.

Bloomer pushed David next to him with his shoulder, looked at the beautiful flight attendants in the distance, and asked.

"The one you talked about with Klein yesterday...the real estate investment trusts (referred to as: REITs), they existed in California ten years ago~"

“It’s just that those REITs are all private equity, with high investment thresholds and a small circle, so few people know about them.”

"Ok!"

David put his arm on Giles' shoulders, shrugged and smiled: "REITs can be roughly divided into two categories."

"What I told Klein yesterday was equity REITs, which have low investment thresholds and risks, and relatively stable returns."

"The other type of REITs is what you mentioned... mortgage REITs with higher investment thresholds and higher risks."

"The biggest feature of mortgage REITs is to make full use of low-interest loans from banks, superimpose capital leverage, and invest in various residential and commercial properties with large appreciation potential."

"To put it in more straightforward terms,...the guys who operate mortgage-type REITs treat the buying and selling of real estate as commodity futures to speculate..."

"When people are generally optimistic about the price trend of real estate, they will take the opportunity to sell the properties they bought at a low price or increase the rent."

"When banks raise interest rates or people's buyer desire decreases, they will take the opportunity to buy a batch of foreclosed houses from the court at low prices, briefly renovate them and then rent them out, patiently waiting for the next wave of housing price increases."

"As long as their financial leverage can be kept below the safety line, they are not afraid of losing money!"

“This way, it’s easy to make money and lose money very quickly~”

"In the past few years, several banks in California have launched floating-rate loans for home purchases, which just gave them a big opportunity for development."

"So in the past few years, during the relatively stable period when interest rates were not too high, the annual returns of private mortgage REITs in the real estate trading market have exceeded 35%~"

David tilted his head, made a face at Giles and Bloomer, and smiled.

"If any fund company on Wall Street dares to offer an annual return of 35% to attract investment..."

"I bet! Someone will report him immediately..."

"...Hahaha~" Giles and Bloomer looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

. . .

Just as the three of them were talking and laughing together, the radio sounded in the hall again.

A flight back from the Big Island landed on the runway on time.

After the three of them, David, walked over to George who was standing at the passenger exit, and lay on the railing, waiting eagerly.

ten minutes later.

Among the group of passengers who came out, Deborah, Duchess of Devonshire, who was wearing a light floral dress, was the first to see three "bad boys" lying on the railing~

She smiled and pulled Tilda Swinton beside her and teased.

"Look, what do the three of them look like?"

"Forehead.."

Tilda Swinton looked over after hearing this and saw that the three Davids were very "neatly" waving to her with evil smiles on their faces, and couldn't help laughing.

"Like three hooligans who don't have money to buy tickets to watch a football match!"

"Hahaha~"

Deborah burst out laughing at Tilda's "insightful" comment.

Andy, Sally, Old Rhett and Dimple Martha, who came out behind them, couldn't help but laugh as well.

. . .

more than an hour later.

Northeast corner of Honolulu Island, Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

David lay lazily on a beach chair in the shade of a tree and asked Old Rhett next to him.

"Is your arm... okay?"

"It's okay~"

Old Rhett scratched his sunburned arm a few times with his fingertips, shrugged helplessly and smiled.

"Look, my arm... after taking off this layer of skin, it actually became darker..."

"..Hahaha~"

"You are the black man!"

"It doesn't matter if you get a little more tan, right?"

"Why doesn't it matter?"

Old Rhett unbuttoned his short-sleeved shirt, pointed at the skin on his chest and smiled bitterly.

"The darker my exposed skin is, the whiter it looks here..."

"It makes me feel very...um...every time I look in the mirror after taking a shower."

"How should I say this?"

"..." David covered his mouth with his hand, sat up and stared at Old Rhett's chest, teasing.

"It seems... your biggest achievement in Hawaii is that you succeeded in becoming the strangest look?!"

"..." Old Rhett pursed his lips and raised a middle finger to him. .

"Hahaha~" David quickly bowed his hands to apologize, but couldn't help but laugh again~

. . .

lunch time!

In the hotel's lawn restaurant.

Everyone spontaneously sat around the long dining table with Duchess Deborah at the center, eating lunch and chatting about their trip to the Big Island.

Sally Albaugh, who was responsible for administrative work in DA Company, had a smile on her face and vividly told David, Giles, Bloomer and George about the unique and unique scenery and various scenery on the big island. Kind of interesting story~

The extroverted Wildfire bartender, the sweet-dimpled Martha, adds a line or a joke at the right time when Sally doesn't say it, making the atmosphere at the table more relaxed and joyful.

Andy, who was sitting next to Sally, had the same sunburned skin on his face and arms as Old Rhett. .

But he never took his eyes off Sally while she was telling her story. .

It seemed that every move Sally made made him feel joy and happiness from the bottom of his heart~

On the other hand, Tilda Swinton, who is somewhat introverted, stared directly at David when Sally was describing her visit to the volcanic lava cave, and her whole body exuded a kind of energy that was visible to the naked eye. .Spiritual energy~

David, who felt her "spiritual energy", looked at Tilda with some confusion, blinked and thought about it, and smiled at Deborah.

"Tonight, our private jet will be ready for preparation..."

"Do you want to leave tomorrow? Or...?"

When Deborah heard David's words that clearly contained "unclear intentions", she pursed her lips to hold back a smile, looked at Tilda and asked.

"Ask her~ I can do it."

"Forehead.."

Under everyone's smiling gaze, David swallowed his saliva and asked Tilda.

"In the afternoon... let's go see sharks! How about it?"

"..." When everyone saw David, they suddenly changed their tune. .They all smiled silently, lowered their heads towards the food in front of them, and launched the final attack. .

"Hey~?" David's friend Bloomer put a piece of cut chicken into his mouth and said in a deliberately funny way.

"How do I feel... This piece of chicken tastes weird!"

"It... seems undercooked?!"

"impossible!"

Giles, who was sitting next to him, glanced at Tilda who had a complicated expression and whispered.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Oh~" Bloomer chewed the chicken, tilted his head towards David, who looked a little embarrassed, and winked.

David tried hard to maintain a slightly stiff smile, sighed silently in his heart, looked at Tilda, and said to everyone.

"Wait a moment... After lunch, everyone can have free time."

"Tilda, come with me!"

"..." Tilda bit her lip lightly, put down the tableware, looked directly into David's eyes, and said nothing.

Deborah, who also put down the tableware in her hand, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth. She glanced at the sweet-dimpled Martha and asked Sally and the others with a smile.

"I've eaten, what about you?"

"Oh~ we...are full too!" Sally immediately put down the tableware, took Andy's hand, glanced at Lawyer George who was watching, stood up and smiled.

"Sorry~ We are also going to buy gifts for everyone... Let's leave now!"

"..."

"That's right!"

"I'm going to buy a gift too!" Old Rhett touched Sweet Dimple Martha under the table, stood up and echoed.

"Well...we are full too..."

Before the sweet-dimpled Martha could react, Giles pulled Bloomer to his feet, raised his eyebrows at David and smiled.

"..." David tilted his head and glared at the two of them, curled his lips and said nothing.

Deborah stood up as if she had expected it, glanced at the sweet dimple Martha again, and smiled.

"I'll contact the hotel manager and prepare a dinner party at David's vacation home in the evening~"

"Everyone should come over tonight to participate!"

"..OK!"

"Sure~"

"...Okay!" Amidst everyone's responses, the sweet and dimple Martha also stood up, glanced at David secretly, and responded to Mrs. Deborah.

"Yeah~" Deborah smiled and nodded gently, turned and left.

David picked up the cutlery, quickly stuffed all the food on the plate into his mouth, and waved to Tilda.

"let's go!"

"..where to?"

"Go see the sharks!"

"...Don't go!"

"Tsk~"

"Then... let's go see whales?"

"No!"

"Then where do you want to go?"

"Go to your home!"

"...?!" David probably guessed some of this silly girl's thoughts.

He walked over to Tilda and sat down, asking in a low voice.

"Are you sure?"

"Ok!"

"why?"

"...I'll tell you when I go to your house!"

"Okay~"

David shrugged helplessly: "Leave now!?"

"Ok!"

----

new York.

It's approaching evening~

The southernmost tip of Manhattan Island, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

Sam Rogers and Bernard Madoff walked side by side to the small square, stopped in unison, and turned back to look at the towering Twin Towers.

Madoff's eyes flashed and he whispered: "You sold it too early!"

"..Ok, I know!"

"No~ you don't know!"

"You are one of the few people I have ever seen who can control his greed!"

"..Thanks!"

"Hehe~"

Madoff tightened his collar, turned his head to face the northeast wind, and smiled at Sam.

"I have a bottle of good wine from a friend's winery. Do you want to try it?"

Sam stared at the Twin Towers for a while, took a deep breath, and smiled.

"Okay~"

"Can I take my wife with me?"

"Hahahaha~ Of course!"

"You are always welcome in my home ~ my friends!"

"..Um!"

. . .

Bernard Madoff, gone.

Sam Rogers sat in the car, feeling his nervousness gradually calming down, and he couldn't help but smile excitedly.

This time speculating on frozen concentrated orange juice futures. .Big profit! ! !