Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

It's approaching midnight~

At the southernmost tip of Manhattan Island, in an apartment building near the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

After Bernard Madoff called his family, he walked into the bathroom with a frown, looked at himself in the mirror, and fell into thought.

Tonight, he went to attend the family dinner of his friend Mikhail Friedliman Il, a wealthy Jewish businessman.

During the banquet, Mikhail pulled Madoff and asked again about the skyrocketing price of frozen concentrated orange juice futures in the commodity market in recent days.

Madoff participated in almost the whole process of the speculation plan hosted by Sam Rogers, and knew a lot about the inside story ~

But he did not tell all the inside information to his friends.

Instead, I picked some details that were not important, explained them briefly, and "popularized" a lot of professional knowledge about financial investment for my old friend.

Because Madoff knew very well that many industrial businessmen like his old friend Mikhail had tasted the sweetness of making money by playing with finance during the sudden rise and fall of stock market prices caused by the oil crisis a few years ago. . .

Some "lucky ones" among them just used part of their "pocket money" to enter the stock market in the first few days when the oil crisis broke out, and then sold when the stock price was about to climb to its peak, thus achieving "pocket money". Money” doubled. .

but!

These businessmen who lack in-depth understanding of the stock market and have no concerns about investment or speculation. Most of them run family-owned companies or enterprises. They are almost unaware of the so-called publicly traded stock market and the "iceberg" hidden from people's sight. "~

For example: a certain company's business revenue last year achieved a historic breakthrough, but its stock price has been tepid and unable to rise, which makes people anxious. .

For example: a certain company has been losing money for three consecutive years, but its stock price has remained at a relatively high valuation, leaving those who have speculative thoughts on it looking at it and drooling every day. .

The stock price of a listed company can, to a certain extent, reflect important indicators such as the company's operating conditions and asset value.

But as it is in the stock market, it must also follow the objective laws of market price fluctuations and will be subject to great constraints and influences. .

In summary, factors that can affect stock price changes include the listed company's operating conditions, its industry status, earnings, asset values, changes in earnings, changes in dividends, capital increases, capital reductions, development of new products and technologies, and supply and demand relationships. , changes in shareholder composition, shareholding ratios of fund companies, performance forecasts for the next three years, price-earnings ratios, mergers and acquisitions, etc.

and also!

It will be affected by political and social situations; major social events, emergencies; macroeconomic trends and international economic trends; financial and fiscal policies; exchange rates, prices, expected news or unfounded news, etc.

As well as the movements of many individual investors and small shareholders, the movements of securities firms, foreign investors, new policies and tax reforms of regulatory agencies on the stock market, and other factors ~ will also seriously affect the price fluctuation of a stock!

The same is true for the New York stock market, which has always been watched by sec and other government regulatory agencies. .

Not to mention, the current commodity futures trading market where the U.S. government’s financial regulatory regulations are imperfect!

. . .

in the bathroom.

Madoff washed his hands with warm water, walked to the living room with a towel, sat directly next to the phone, took a few deep breaths, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello~"

"it's me!"

"Yeah... everything went well~"

"Oh? Have you gone to see him?"

"Then you still want me...?"

"..ok!"

"I will."

"Well...but tomorrow is Saturday..."

"...Okay! I'll go to Stanley tomorrow morning."

"Goodbye, Mr. Parker."

----

Manhattan.

Gold Coin Hotel, fourth floor.

Odis Parker, who was wearing a nightgown, put down the microphone and smiled at Elena Mesa, who was sitting opposite.

"You heard it all~"

"Ok!"

Elena, who had been sitting for more than ten hours and rushed back from Hawaii, looked at Mr. Parker with a complicated look in her eyes.

"Did you deliberately go to Sam and mention the [-] million yuan?!"

"Yeah~" Mr. Parker shrugged his shoulders matter-of-factly and explained.

"This plan to speculate on frozen concentrated orange juice futures was caused by Polly overhearing some news that had not attracted people's attention when she went to Florida~"

"After David learned the news, he handed it over to Sam Rogers and gave him an investment quota of 400 million yuan."

"Sam's work ability is quite good... and he is relatively reliable~"

"But he's too young!"

"Many of David's investment plans require Sam to act as his agent."

"If he can't handle such a small scene, how can we entrust him with more important investments in the future?"

Elena looked at Mr. Parker quietly, shook her head slightly and said, "Then you don't have to go to Sam and betray Madoff, right?"

"sell?"

"Hehe~"

Mr. Parker said with sarcasm in his smile: "No!"

"It seems... you still don't understand!"

"David had handed this matter over to Sam, but he told him: Get Bernard Madoff involved."

"Why do you think this is?"

"..." Elena bit her lip lightly, a familiar smiling face seemed to appear in front of her eyes, and she said nothing.

Mr. Parker took out a cigar from the cigar box, put it in front of his nose, and whispered.

"David asked me to hand over [-] million dollars of his friend's money to Bernard Madoff for temporary management."

"This is another test for me, Sam Rogers, Bernard Madoff, and his friend!"

"Hehe~"

"Because for him, the frozen concentrated juice futures market... is still too small!"

"Even if Sam's luck is overwhelming this time and he can use only 400 million yuan to blow up all the big short sellers in the frozen concentrated juice futures market, he won't make much money."

"As for those veteran short sellers who have been in the commodity futures market all year round, they have no other skills. The futures trading skills of chasing the rise and killing the fall have been developed into an instinct by them~"

"It's almost impossible for Sam to lure them into the game and kill them."

"So, in this futures speculation plan, the 400 million yuan that Sam can call is just a bait to attract the attention of the big short sellers!"

“Because when futures trading is separated from the influence of all other factors, the most important thing is the competition of financial strength between the bulls and the bears!”

"Whoever has more money can make the group of jackals who like to follow the trend come to my advantage!"

"You know...that guy David called me and said something?"

"..." Elena continued to remain silent and shook her head slightly.

"He only said two sentences."

"This time I speculated on frozen concentrated orange juice worth 400 million. If I make a profit, everyone will receive a bonus; if I lose, I will pay the tuition~"

“But the experience we gained is priceless!”

Mr. Parker gently twirled his cigar and sighed with enjoyment.

"fxxx!"

"I forgot~ When I was his age... what the hell was he doing?"

"But I definitely can't say... that he takes the money improperly..."

"..." A smile appeared on Elena's lips, she stood up and looked down at Mr. Parker, raised her eyebrows, turned and walked towards the door.

Mr. Parker looked at her back in surprise, thought for a moment, and asked.

"Should I...should call you boss lady from now on?"

"No!"

Elena held the doorknob in her hand and shook her head.

"I am who I am!"

"Um...what did he tell you this time?" Mr. Parker asked with a rare hint of confusion.

Elena narrowed her eyes with an extremely bright smile, raised an index finger and said.

"He said: People are all contradictory..."

"People long to be understood, but they are also afraid of being seen through~"

"But fate is like the lines in the palm of my hand~"

"When I want to hold it tightly, I will only find out in despair that my hand is empty... nothing!"

"So, when I let go of my obsessions and loosen my clenched hands... only then can I see the truest full picture of my destiny~"

"Even though...it's always in the palm of my hand!"

"..."

. . .

Elena Mesa, gone.

Mr. Odis Parker looked at the closed door in a daze, raised his left hand, grasped it a few times, and couldn't help but smile. .

own destiny. .The real picture?

hehe~

----

Manhattan.

42nd Street, Wildfire Bar.

At a small table near the bar, the waiter Sweet Dimple Martha was talking with the bartender Erica, the waiters Madonna, Mirala and Jin Ji about their personal "travel guide" on various islands in Hawaii. .

In the bar.

Old Rhett stood in his "old position", looked around, felt very comfortable, shook his head slightly, and smiled ~

The bartender Bruce Willis, who came over temporarily to take over the shift, took out an envelope from the drawer of the wine cabinet behind him and handed it to Old Rhett.

"Here~ I got a letter from you during these few days when you were on vacation."

"...Oh! Thank you!" Old Rhett took a look at the envelope and put it into his pocket.

Bruce Willis secretly glanced at the women who were having a "hot chat", approached Old Rhett, and asked curiously.

"Hawaii...is it really as beautiful as in the TV commercials?"

"Yeah~" Old Red tilted his head and looked at Bruce, smiling.

"In a few days, I will develop the photos and you can see for yourself!"

"Oh..." Bruce blinked, lowered his head and fiddled with the rag in his hand, and said nothing.

Old Rhett reached out and patted his shoulder: "You go ahead and do your work~ I'm going back to sleep."

"I'll come and pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Ok!"

. . .

Old Rhett returned to the apartment above the bar.

He saw the large suitcase at the door, thought about it, and pulled it into the bedroom, ready to tidy it up briefly before going to bed.

But when he opened the suitcase and took out the few summer clothes and toiletries placed on it, he was surprised to find a large envelope.

He took a look at the blank envelope, weighed it gently, and slowly opened it. He saw a stack of "Franklin" and a folded note neatly placed inside.

Old Rhett took out the note paper, opened it, and saw a few words on it:

"Lawyer George has helped you and Andy sell the named apartment."

"I will help you invest this money!"

"In two years at most, you can get enough pension money. You can go wherever you want!"

"The money in the envelope is for your date..."

"Never let this beautiful lady feel that you are stingy!"

"..." Old Rhett looked at the last signature under the note and instantly felt warm in his heart~

This kid actually still remembers everything. . !

. . .

The same time.

The Queen.

Andy and Sally's home.

Sally also found an envelope from the two people's suitcases.

After Andy took it and read it, he shook his head slightly, handed the money in the envelope to Sally, and carefully put the note paper into one of his notebooks.

And in the notebook, he made another note!

Sally stood next to Andy, watching quietly, wrapping her arms around him from the side, and whispered.

"It's late... let's go to sleep!"

"You have to go to work in the company tomorrow!"

"Yeah!" Andy closed the notebook and responded softly and forcefully.

----

Manhattan.

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

Osevia Art Store.

Three floors.

Zina Osevia looked at the already filled closet with some distress. She hesitated for a while before gritting her teeth and taking out some of the clothes. .

ten minutes later.

Zina stared blankly at the empty space in the closet, and suddenly began to worry about gain and loss again~

However, this "long-lost" emotion comes and goes as quickly as it comes. .

Xina opened her arms and relaxed and lay back on the bed. The fantasies that had just flashed through her mind slowly disappeared~

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Dinner time~

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu.

On the table.

David raised his glass and smiled at the guests Davis, Klein and Asama.

"I must say it again!"

"Welcome to my house as guests!"

"I also very much hope that you can come here often~"

"Hahaha~Thank you!" Davis smiled and raised his glass to David.

"Definitely!" Klein shrugged without restraint and smiled.

"I'm used to your food now, and I always feel like..."

"No, no!"

"Don't ever say that!"

David winked at Cui Yingying, who was sitting next to him, and said with an exaggerated smile: "My stomach belongs to her! I will never let you take her away."

"Hahaha~" Klein laughed and raised his glass to Cui Yingying, thanking her for her many hospitality~

Cui Yingying raised her wine glass, clinked it with Klein's, took a symbolic sip, and looked at Davis's girlfriend Akie Asama.

Davis turned to look at his girlfriend and explained to everyone with a smile.

"She doesn't speak English very well..."

"I brought her here this time because I wanted her to adapt as quickly as possible to an environment where people around her speak English."

"Oh~"

David held the cutlery in his hand, smiled and nodded to the somewhat reserved Akie Asama, and asked.

"Where are you coming from this time?"

"Tokyo!"

"Do you usually live in Tokyo?"

"No~"

Davis glanced at his friend Klein, as well as Giles and Bloomer, who were sitting opposite and eating hard, and smiled.

"In the past ten years, I have spent most of my time living back and forth between Tokyo, Hawaii, Los Angeles and Alaska~"

"Every spring, I live near Osaka and enjoy the cherry blossoms in bloom."

"Every summer, I go fishing in Alaska~"

“Every fall, I live in Los Angeles or San Francisco for two months and take care of the winery business.”

"Every winter, I come to Hawaii to stay for about three months to see old friends and have a good rest."

"..." David couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile after hearing Davis's "busy" schedule.

"That's what you call...enjoying life, enjoying life!"

"Compared to you, I'm just a fool who works around all day..."

"Hahaha~!" Klein nodded in agreement, quickly glanced at his old friend Davis, and smiled.

"Don't let this guy fool you~"

"He travels between four places all year round, most of the time taking care of business!"

"This is the advice he gave me when I invested in real estate in California."

"Oh?"

David looked at Davis very curiously: "Have you invested in a lot of real estate?"

"Yeah~" Davis raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and said.

"I invested in some real estate near Caltech and Stanford University, as well as in Tokyo, Yokohama, Osaka and other places."

“I also invested in vacation homes in Alaska and Honolulu.”

"Tsk, tsk~" David smacked his lips a few times with Davis' "calm" look, turned to the "quiet little beauty" Tilda Swinton next to him, and smiled.

"do you know?"

"The total population of the island country after World War II was only about 7000 million."

"By 1975, the total population of the island country exceeded 1 million!"

"In just 30 years, the population has increased by nearly 5000 million."

"With the population booming, from 1954 to 75, the urbanization rate of the island nation's cities has exceeded 75%!"

"House prices in major cities have increased by an average of more than 40 times in the past [-] years!"

"40...how many times??" Tilda asked in surprise, opening her mouth slightly.

"Yes~"

David held back his laughter, winked at her, turned to his "bad friends" Giles and Bloomer, and asked.

"Didn't you two learn this at Harvard Business School?"

"Learned!" Giles nodded while chewing the food in his mouth.

"No~" Blumer replied with a confused look on his face, shaking his head.

"Hey~?"

"Aren't you two classmates?" David asked interestingly.

Giles shrugged helplessly, spread his hands and said, "At that time, he was busy chasing girls all day long..."

"You ask him these things...it's basically like asking in vain!"

"Uh... Haha~" Blumer smiled slightly awkwardly, put down the tableware, and explained while holding the wine glass.

"I must make a statement first!"

"I didn't forget... introduce some beautiful girls to him!"

"only.."

"Hey! Shut up!"

David watched Giles' face turn red and black quickly, and couldn't help but pointed at Bloomer, who had received a "blow" on the head, and mocked.

"Those years...where are the girls you chased?"

"Where have they gone now?"

"...Tch~" Blumer rolled his eyes several times, curled his lips and stopped talking. .

"Hahaha~" David and Giles both laughed "gloatingly"~

Cui Yingying, Tilda, Klein and Davis also laughed.

Only Asama Minghui, who no one paid attention to, had a smile on her lips, but her eyes were quietly observing David.