Manhattan Reborn 1978

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

Night ~ under the starry sky.

David stood at the door of the holiday home and watched as Klein, Davis and Akie Asama got into the car and left slowly.

Bloomer and Giles, each holding a piece of apple in their hands, walked up behind David.

David raised his head, looked at the moon in the sky, and sighed.

"The difference!"

"Why are the gaps between people so big?"

"Are you sighing. Are you envious of Davis's kind of life?"

"..envious?"

"A little bit~"

"But... more of a sigh~!"

"sigh?"

"Yes~"

David looked back at the two "bad friends" and asked with a strange expression: "Don't you think that... Davis's life is the ultimate life goal that countless young people are striving for today?"

"Um...is there any?" Bloomer blinked and thought for a moment, swallowed the apple in one gulp, turned to look at Giles and asked.

"Really...?!" Giles scratched his head with his hand and said vaguely.

"Hehe~"

David felt speechless and laughed twice, bypassing these two "idiots", and smiled at Tilda who was standing in the living room.

"Hey~"

"I haven't been with you for a few minutes... did you miss me?"

"...No!" Tilda suppressed a smile, put her hands behind her back, and raised her head proudly~

David pretended to be surprised, lowered his head, turned around, walked to the two "bad friends", and muttered.

"She didn't miss me...what should I do?"

"Haha~ What else can I do?"

"Go out and find another one..."

"Oh?" David pointed at Bloomer, blinked a few times quickly, and said with a bad smile.

"Hey ~ you said this!"

"Tilda, he said he would take me out to find girls!"

"You guys go to sleep first, you don't have to wait for me!"

"..what!?"

"When did I say that?"

"Tilda, I don't have anything... wuwu~"

David bared his big white teeth, covered Bloomer's mouth directly, raised his eyebrows at Giles, the two of them separated to both sides, lifted Bloomer up and trotted outside.

"Hey!!"

"You...?" Tilda, who encountered this situation for the first time, watched in surprise as the three of them were about to walk out of the courtyard gate, then waved and shouted.

"Where are you going?!"

"We want to go back to Mars!"

"Earth... is too dangerous!"

"fxxx!"

"Why go back to Mars?"

"Hahaha~"

"You know the shit!"

"Go quickly~go quickly!"

"..."

----

the other side.

Donald D. Klein, sitting in the driver's seat, looked at his friend Davis in the rearview mirror and asked.

"I just deliberately brought the topic to real estate investment trusts (REITs)..."

"Ok, I know!"

"Then what do you think of him?"

"To David?"

"Yes!"

Davis thought for a moment, turned to look at Asama Akie next to him, and asked.

"What do you think?"

Klein, who was driving, slowed down and looked at Asama Akie curiously in the rearview mirror, wanting to hear her answer.

"He's... very... contradictory?!"

"contradiction?"

"Yes!"

Akie Asama thought hard for a few seconds, and seemed to have found a better word: "He... Like you, is very good at communicating..."

"But he doesn't..."

"...Sorry! I don't know what to say..."

"Hahaha~ Forget it, take your time!" Davis put his arm around her shoulders, comforted her with a smile, looked at Klein in the rearview mirror, and asked.

"Have you asked your friends in New York?"

"Ok!"

Klein simply stopped the car slowly, looked forward, and said, "David Coleman was a bartender in a bar a few months ago."

"His father runs a soda factory and his mother is a stay-at-home housewife..."

"As of now, he has more than [-] million yuan in assets and bank deposits to his name."

"He also had several very large mortgage loans in several banks."

"And, my Wall Street friend said..."

"In the past two days, there have been rumors on Wall Street... that David's fund company purchased more than [-] million yuan in gold spot from major banks!"

Klein looked at his friend Davis in the rearview mirror, shrugged, and said with a strange expression.

"Five hundred million!"

"Spot gold?"

"If this news is true... what on earth is he going to do?"

"Hehe~"

Davis showed some surprise on his face, smiled and shook his head.

"No matter what he wants to do..."

"You can find out all this information, wouldn't he know?"

"While we were chatting, he showed no worry or nervousness at all."

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly and continued: "You mean, Giles and Bloomer...?"

"No~"

"..Maybe not!"

"Oh?"

"why?"

Davis reached into his pants pocket and took out a small notebook, held it up, and smiled: "Because of it!"

"..." Klein stared at the notebook for a few seconds, then curled his lips and smiled.

"You are a real embarrassment to Cambridge University and Stanford University."

"Hahaha~"

“I didn’t learn any professional courses on knowledge economy in these two universities.”

“I’ve never heard of even a vague definition!”

"Oh?" Klein lowered his head, shifted the gear again, tapped the accelerator, and said.

"The Knowledge Economy he is talking about should include patents, copyrights, copyrights, etc., right?"

"That's right!" Davis put the notebook in Asama Aki's hand and said with a smile.

"We want to make venture capital in Silicon Valley, and we are also using certain risky investment behaviors to invest in companies that we are very optimistic about and have certain high-tech patents~"

"So, as David said..."

"The rise of the knowledge economy will have a profound and long-lasting impact on investment models, industrial structures, and the functions and forms of education."

"The sudden growth in employment prospects in knowledge-intensive industries such as information, education, and communications will lead to large-scale investment in intangible assets."

"For example...the number of companies in Silicon Valley has doubled several times in a few years~"

"The Genentech company you once missed is one of the very unique investment cases."

After Davis said this, he slowly put away his smile and said seriously.

"Intangible assets in the era of knowledge economy..."

"If we must get to the bottom of it...it is the historical product of human knowledge, especially knowledge in science and technology."

"But ~ in recent years, after computer-related technologies have gradually become commercialized and popularized, someone has proposed..."

Davis got a little stuck when he said this. .

He blinked and tried to remember for a few seconds, and finally reached out to pick up the notebook, turned to one of the pages he had recorded, and frowned as he read.

“In 1973, Harvard sociologist Daniel Bell proposed and expanded the concept of information economy in his book The Coming of Post-Industrial Society.”

"In 1977, Mark Porat (MVPorat), a Ph.D. from Stanford University, completed the nine-volume masterpiece "Information Economy: Definition and Measurement" with funding from the Department of Commerce."

"Borat, based on the research results of Mark Loop, has conducted more in-depth theoretical research."

"He divided the economy into two categories: the area involving matter and energy, converting from one form to another; the area involving information, converting from one form to another."

"Secondly, he also gave a series of definitions of information, information resources, information labor, information activities, etc., which have both economic meaning and can be measured."

"Based on relevant data from 1967, it is estimated that 46% of the United States' gross national product is related to information activities!"

"That is to say...about half of the labor force is related to information occupations, and 53% of the income of employees comes from such occupations."

"Borat's research not only demonstrates the continuous growth of the U.S. information industry, but also further improves the concepts, methods and measurement systems of the information economy, organically combining macroeconomic indicators with micro-information activities."

After reading this paragraph with the flickering light outside the car, Davis couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"Even when I was studying at Cambridge and Stanford, I never kept all these convoluted things in mind or memorized them."

"How did that boy David do it?"

Klein muttered a few words silently, patted the steering wheel lightly, and smiled bitterly.

"I can only be sure of one thing..."

"He never went to college, never went to night school, never learned relevant knowledge from any economics professor..."

"He doesn't even know that the major you studied in college is economics..."

"He's just an ordinary high school graduate!"

"...Okay~" Davis closed the notebook and said with emotion.

"Tell me... could he be a descendant of Leonardo da Vinci?"

"Huh~?!" Klein made a long note in a cooperative manner, glanced in the rearview mirror, and smiled~

"Hahaha~"

----

new York.

After midnight~

Manhattan.

875 Fifth Avenue, 15th floor, home of Mag Ludwig and Janet Patrick.

A rapid ringing of the phone woke the two of them from their sweet dreams.

Mag frowned and gently comforted Janet, quickly got up and walked out of the bedroom, and answered the phone in the study.

"Hello~"

"Charlie?"

"You damn ****... do you know what time it is now?"

"... Huh~"

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Um.."

"I know her."

"programme?"

"She also said... talk show?"

"Yes!"

"Don't you know the situation I was in a few years ago?"

"..Haha~"

"You want me to talk to someone from the Hearst family?"

"sure!"

"But are you sure you want my help with this matter?"

"ok~"

"You know what you're doing, that's good!"

"Are you all right?"

"Ok!"

"Next time, don't call me at midnight..."

"I'll leave a message for your office when I have news."

"goodbye!"

. . .

Putting down the phone, Mag rubbed his forehead with his hands and sat back in his chair.

Janet, who had just been awakened by the ringing of the phone, stood at the door of the study wearing a nightgown and asked.

"Who is calling?"

Mag immediately stood up, helped Janet back to the bedroom, and explained.

"Charlie Wilson."

"He wanted me to help with a little trouble..."

"Oh~ Representative Wilson?"

"What's up with him?"

Mag helped Janet, whose belly was already showing, to lie down, sat on the edge of the bed and smiled.

"A friend of his, named Joan Herring, met..."

"Joan Herring?"

"The one in Texas?"

"what?"

"You know her?"

"Of course!"

Janet smiled and put Mag's hand on her belly and said.

"The Texas Triangle Sisterhood she joined was very active in the process of Congressional consideration of abortion bills in previous years."

"She herself often appears on TV news and views pro-abortion bills as blasphemous."

"Hehe~"

Mag gently stroked Janet's belly with his hand and smiled.

"I know her name, but it's a little different from what you know~"

"She is President George Washington, a direct descendant of her sister... In addition, she has married three rich men and is very rich..."

"So, she is very famous in Texas and Washington~"

"Is it famous?"

Janet couldn't help but complain: "She is famous because she is the one everyone is thinking about...a single rich woman, right?"

"Hahaha~" Mag laughed, nodded, bent down and kissed Janet, whispering.

"It's very late~ You should go to bed first."

"I'm going to make a phone call and I'll be back."

"Okay~" Janet covered herself with a quilt, winked "naughty" at Mag, and said with a smile.

. . .

in the study.

Mag took out the address book from the drawer, looked through the names in it, and began to think.

The one who never knew what "pacification" was. .Joan Herring, this time on the TV station's live talk show, said a lot of things that she shouldn't have said. .

she. .Is he a brainless big mouth?

no~

Mag stopped what he was doing and fixed his gaze on a person's name.

even if. .Joan Herring is a brainless loudmouth, but Congressman Charlie Wilson is by no means a fool!

He called in the middle of the night asking for help. .There must be other problems here!

Mag took a few deep breaths, and after feeling his mind clearer, he reached for the phone and dialed.

"Hello~"

"Claymore! I'm Mag."

"Sorry~ It's so late and I have to disturb you..."

"I have something here that might interest you!"

"Hehe~"

"Man, I'm not asking for help~"

"On the contrary...you might still come to beg me..."

"Okay~ I won't go around in circles."

"Congressman Charlie Wilson, did you know?"

"Correct!"

"He joined two committees in Congress."

"National Security Council, and Overseas Covert Operations Committee..."

"Yes!"

"The Overseas Covert Operations Committee is the one responsible for approving funds for your CIA..."

"If you add Charlie, there are nine people on this committee."

“Whenever a vote is required on the content of a meeting, the committee chairperson may cast three votes, and the remaining members may each cast one vote, for a total of eleven votes.”

"And now the chairman of this committee basically doesn't go to meetings."

"Because President Warren White's decision to significantly reduce the CIA's overseas activity funding this year has reached a consensus within Congress."

"So~ this summer, your director will definitely become extremely irritable..."

"Haha~"

"It seems that you were with your deputy director Heidi Corenden a few days ago..."

"Oh~ no no no!"

"This news was not told to me by Odis Parker, but..."

"Ok!"

"What I want is simple!"

"I want your favor + Charlie Wilson's favor!"

"Yes~"

"Because without me, the problems you will encounter will become more and more difficult..."

"..oh?"

"Your man...when did you receive the news?"

"Ezra Claymore!"

"You've crossed the line!"

"Hehe~"

"As you are now!"

"Explanation can't cover up what you want to hide!"

"ok~"

"Tomorrow morning, I hope to receive good news from you!"

"Good night, Mr. Cremo~"

. . .

Put down the phone.

Mag sat back in his chair, thinking over and over the explanation given by Ezra Cremo, head of the CIA's New York branch, on the phone just now. .

----

a new day!

Early morning~

New Jersey, the training base of the security company.

In the darkness before dawn, John Rambo put on his small bag, waved to the soldier who was about to drive him to the airport, and the two got into the car.

. . .

Manhattan.

42nd Street, Wildfire Bar.

Black Mike and Lavis, while yawning and rubbing their sleepy eyes, looked at the people who were preparing to gather and set off with a smirk.

Even though I worked all night last night, I barely had any rest~

At this moment, there is no trace of fatigue on the face of bartender Madonna Louise Sigourney. .

She was carrying a backpack and pulling a large suitcase in her hand, pulling Giovanni's wife Jin Ji, and shouted to the bartender Erica.

"Didn't you say you had packed your luggage last night?"

"Why did you change your mind again?"

"Jin Ji and the others can take their children with them...why can't you!"

"..." The bartender Erica couldn't help but rolled her eyes when she heard Madonna's "brainless" silly words, and turned to Jin Ji.

"I already called and refunded the ticket..."

"There's still about an hour until ticket check-in, so hurry up and get to the airport!"

"Uh...you...?" Jin Ji frowned, looking at Erica who said "I have made up my mind", and for a moment she didn't know what to say~

She could only grab Madonna's arm a few times to signal her to stop talking~

at this time.

Giovanni, who had gone upstairs to "prepare breakfast" for the children, walked into the bar holding a milk bottle in his hand.

When Jin Ji saw her husband coming, she immediately "took" the bottle from his hand. .

She whispered Erica's decision to her husband, then hugged the child and pulled Madonna, and walked to Black Mike and sat down next to them. .

Giovanni looked at Erica who was smiling, opened his mouth, and also didn't know where to start. .

He scratched his head with his hand, glanced at Menge, the steel-toothed dog who was grinning, and felt his eyes light up with a smile.

"Hey~ man!"

"Erica isn't going...there must be an empty seat on the plane!"

"How about you come with us?"

"I?"

"Going to Hawaii?" Menge, the steel-toothed dog, pointed at his nose and said with an exaggerated smile.

"Stop joking~"

"Why should I go to Hawaii?"

"I'm not going!"

"..."

"Hahahaha~"

The second brother Lavis, who was sitting next to him watching the show, felt that he couldn't stand it anymore. .

He stood up and walked to his third brother Giovanni, put his arm around his shoulders and smiled.

"Did you all forget someone?"

"...Who?"

"Here~" Lavis pointed at Madonna and then at the ceiling.

Giovanni looked at Madonna a little confused, then raised his head. .

"Oh~"

"You mean...Milanla?"

"Haha~ This is what you said...I didn't say anything!"

The "smart" second brother Lavis quickly raised his hands in an attempt to abdicate his responsibility~

But what he didn't know was. .

Polly had quietly appeared at the door of the bar, folding her arms and looking at everyone with a smile.

"...Hahahaha~"

Lavis felt something "bad" and pretended to laugh. He walked up to Polly and was about to explain, but was interrupted by her waving her hand.

"Where's Miranla?"

"Uh..." Lavis quickly turned his eyes several times and turned to look at Madonna.

"She's upstairs~" Madonna said, pointing to the ceiling as if she didn't think much about it.

"Go and help her tidy up~"

"I'll find someone to help her solve the air ticket problem!"

Polly showed a "charming" smile to her third brother Giovanni and said.

"This time, let Miranla go to Hawaii with you."

"When you get to Honolulu, please help me keep an eye on David!"

"Ah~?"

"...Oh! Ah! Okay!"

"no problem!"

"I'm sure... keep an eye on him!"

"Yes!" Polly nodded with satisfaction, covered her mouth with her hands, yawned, and waved to everyone.

"I'll go back and sleep for a while~"

"Black Mike, we're leaving at a quarter past seven!"

"Ok!"

. . .

Polly, gone.

A few people in the bar, you look at me, I look at you. .

No one spoke~

Madonna turned her head back and forth, looked around at a few people, stood up and waved to Bruce Willis who was lying on the bar watching the excitement.

"My box, please remember to help me load the car later~"

"I'm going to find Miranla!"

"Okay~" Bruce responded, flipping his hair in a pretense of coolness.

The third brother, Giovanni, felt a little big-headed and moved closer to the second brother and asked in a low voice.

"Did you... cause trouble for the boss again?!"

"..." Lavis rolled his eyes angrily, sat back down and felt a toothache, thought for a while, and asked Black Mike.

"You said...will everything be fine?"

"Hehe~"

Black Mike laughed dryly, spread his hands and said, "One more, or one less..."

"Do you think David will care?"

"Uh..." Lavis smacked his lips a few times and was speechless.

Giovanni, ditto!

Jin Ji, who was holding her child next to her, couldn't help but smile~

1 and 2, 3 and 4, may make people feel very different!

But if this number becomes. . 5 and 6, 7 and 8~

return. .Will anyone care?

hehe~

PS:

Charlie Wilson and Joan Herring, both from the movie "Charlie Wilson's War".

Charlie Wilson is played by Tom Hanks.

Joan Herring is played by Julia Roberts, the most expensive big-mouthed beauty in Hollywood in the 90s.

If you don’t know her, you can go and see her starring in the 1990 romantic movie “Pretty Woman” with Richard Gere.