Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

In the morning, the sky was just getting light.

Manhattan, 66th Street.

Harold Stone, head of the FBI's New York branch, carried a large briefcase and took the elevator from the underground garage to his "turf."

in the office.

One of Harold Stone's most capable men, Torres Bradman, held several documents in his hand and followed his boss into his office.

Mr. Stone asked Torres as he put down his briefcase and took off his coat.

"What did you get?"

"The record of the phone call from the headquarters last night."

"Record?"

Mr. Stone hung up his coat, loosened the collar with his hands, waved to Torres and asked.

"Who is giving us orders again?"

Torres placed several folders on his boss's desk and smiled: "It's the Special Operations Bureau established by the headquarters."

"Their new chief learned about the large-scale gang fight that took place in Brooklyn two days ago and believed in the ability of the head of the anti-gang unit, Linde Vercello."

"Hehe~"

Harold Stone glanced at the record casually and sneered.

"Lind has only been in New York for a few months?"

"Are the big and small gangs that have been entrenched and operated here for decades so easy to investigate?"

"In the past few years, we have just gotten rid of the turmoil caused by Director Hoover's departure~"

"Now, are you going to start causing trouble again?"

"These idiots in the headquarters only know how to fight among themselves!"

When Torres heard this complaint from his immediate boss, he laughed twice and pointed to a folder at the back.

"Lekosha and Kahn's teams were successful in their arrests."

"But there are several other groups..."

"I know~"

"Any more?"

"Have!"

"The last folder was sent by Mr. Ezra Cremo, the head of the CIA's New York branch..."

"Claymo?"

Mr. Stone skipped the middle folders, picked up the last one, opened it and took a look at it.

"...You go out first~"

"Okay!" Torres observed Mr. Stone's microexpressions very carefully, nodded simply and left.

Mr. Stone reached for the phone, stared down at the document for a while, pressed a few numbers, and dialed.

"Hello~"

"it's me."

"What do you want to do with this document you sent?"

"what?"

"We want to arrest someone...what does it have to do with you?"

"...Do you know where they are hiding?"

"No!"

"I don't want to help you!"

"You should mind your own business..." Harold Stone hung up the phone immediately after saying this.

Ezra Claymore said on the phone just now. .I need to help bring two important criminals who are not in New York back from overseas~

Of course Mr. Stone will not agree!

Regardless of the subtle relationship between the FBI and CIA in recent years.

Speaking of this long-planned arrest, Mr. Stone would never let anyone intervene at will. .Spoil the situation!

The two important criminals mentioned in the documents sent by Cremo were the profit distributors and conveyors of the entire case. .

One of them lives in Paris, France all year round, and only comes back to New York for about half a month every year during the New Year and the hottest times of summer.

Another person commutes between New York and Amsterdam all year round.

He is the most critical link in the entire case, and the person Mr. Stone least wants to successfully arrest!

Because if this person cannot withstand the interrogation, he will definitely be implicated in a lot of things. .Famous people who give Mr. Stone a headache~

Solve a shocking case. . ? !

"Hehe~"

Harold Stone laughed at himself twice, leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling, and sighed.

If he could choose, he would never hold on to such a difficult case that would involve countless interest groups. .

The issue is. .He had no choice at all!

Because Ludy and old Malkin’s family are still waiting to go home on Hawaii Island!

----

The Queen.

Malkin Sr.'s home.

Ludy sat at the dining table, eating breakfast and reading today's morning paper.

Mike Bai wore an apron around his waist and stood next to the stove. He put a few pieces of bacon on a plate and placed it in front of Ludy, smiling.

"Sir!! What else do you need?"

"Hehe~"

Lu Di glanced at Mike Bai who was wiping his hands and smiling apologetically, curled his lips and said, "Bring me some more fried eggs~ Don't forget to add pepper!"

"OK, just a second."

Mike Bai, who seemed to have transformed into a "chef", nodded very respectfully to Ludy, turned around and walked to the stove and picked up a few eggs. .

"cough~"

Stair direction.

Old Malkin walked into the restaurant with a smile on his face, looked back and forth at Lu Di and asked with a smile.

"What are you...what are you doing again?"

"Hahaha~"

Ludy threw the newspaper in his hand in front of old Malkin and said with a smile: "It's nothing."

"...Hmm!" Old Malkin glanced down at the newspaper, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.

Ludy finished the last bit of cake in the brand, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "Alto called just now~"

"Telephone?"

"Just now?"

"Yes~"

"At this time, it's just after midnight in Hawaii."

"I guess that boy must have had insomnia again!"

"Haha~" Old Malkin said with a smile on his face, gently shaking off the front page of the newspaper.

"Insomnia only means that the boy has learned to use his brain to think about problems!"

"But...he is still far behind in terms of how to solve problems and how to benefit from the process of solving problems!"

Ludy pushed the bacon in front of him to old Malkin's hand and asked again.

"That boy Rosenlow... did a great job!"

"Do you want to give him a few more tasks?"

"No~not for now, no need."

"Let's wait!"

"What about David Romano?"

"Do you want him to wait any longer?"

"..Um!"

Old Malkin briefly read all the headlines on the front page, put down the newspaper and thought about it, then turned to "Chef" Mike Bai and asked.

"You, Black Mike, Lavis, and Giovanni are all the people who have been following David for the longest time~"

"Why didn't he take you guys with him when he went to Hawaii for vacation this time?"

"Chef" Mike Bai said without looking back, staring down at the sizzling eggs in the pot.

"Because he is the boss and we are just a few part-time bodyguards."

"No matter how good our relationship is, there's no reason why he has to take us on vacation, right?!"

"..that's it?"

"Ok!"

"Haha~" Old Malkin smiled slightly, looked at Ludy and said.

"You go tell Romano and we will send... Artaud back to Naples with him."

"Aalto is the representative of our younger generation."

Lu Di pursed his lips and frowned, and put his hands on the dining table: "Where is Rosenlow?"

"Would it be better not to send him...?"

"Hmm~"

"Now it seems that Rosenlow is not greedy or impatient. He is a very good boy."

"But we can't put everything...all on one person!"

"...I understand~"

Ludy understood Old Malkin's hint and simply stood up, ready to go find David Romano now.

Old Malkin tapped his fingers on the dining table, and did not speak until Ludy reached the door.

"Um... Zina, who runs an art store, let Romano take her away too."

"We'll wait until the dust settles on our side before letting her come back."

Lu Di held the doorknob in his hand and was stunned for two seconds, then smiled and said: "But David... what should I say if he asks?"

Old Malkin lowered his head and picked up the newspaper again, staring at an orderly report about a midnight street fight between Brooklyn gangs, and whispered.

"He won't ask~"

"Okay..." Ludy opened the door and walked out of the house with a smile on his face.

He was petty towards this old man who usually seemed very kind. .Simply don’t know too much!

Zina. . !

hehe~

----

Wall Street.

Stanley fourth floor.

Sam Rogers walked into his office in a very good mood. As soon as he took off his coat, he heard a rapid ringing of the phone~

"Hi~ I'm Sam."

"Morning, Bernard!"

"Is there a problem?"

"..Remember!"

"They are the same people we met in the trading floor last week..."

"Oh?"

"Don't they like to do commodity band speculation the most? How did they find you?"

"Hehe~"

"They wanted to speculate on shorting frozen orange juice, but they got themselves halfway up the mountain, unable to get up or down..."

"Who can blame this?"

"..Um!"

"However, the instructions given to me by the boss..."

"I understand~"

"Well, you wait for my call first."

"I'll talk to the boss about this again."

"Ok~ Let's talk later!"

hang up the phone.

Sam Rogers lowered his head and glanced at his watch. The "wonderful" feeling in his heart made him laugh.

The group of jackals that have been hanging out in the futures market all year round, waiting for opportunities to find prey, actually sometimes get cornered~

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

After midnight~

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

David, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly heard a series of knocks on the door.

He got up from the bed in confusion, walked to the door of the room in the moonlight, and opened the door.

Butler Acklade held a hot towel in his hand and smiled at David.

"Mr. Rogers in New York is calling you with something urgent."

"Rogers?"

"Sam?"

"Yes!"

"Oh~"

David took the hot towel and wiped his dry eyes, followed Ackleide into the study, and picked up the phone.

"Hello Sam?"

"Yes, we held a dinner party to welcome Cui Yingying's family tonight, and we just slept for a short time."

"What's your business?"

“Frozen orange juice futures?”

"Haven't you already closed all your positions?"

"Um...is there such a thing?"

"Bernard Madoff, what did you tell him?"

"Um.."

"He can still see clearly!"

"What about you?"

"What do you think about this?"

"I?"

"Hehe~"

"Of course I want to make money!"

"Who would refuse rice dollars delivered to your door?"

"You can use the 400 million yuan + all profits you used last time at will."

"This time we are just helping out and making some pocket money~ By the way, Madoff can be in front of his group of friends..."

"Hehe~"

"Ok!"

"Do you have anything else to do?"

"Then I'm going back to sleep!"

"...Hey~"

"Wait, Sam!"

"I read the documents you asked Maggie and the others to bring."

"Wait for me... wake up. We'll have a good chat over there in the afternoon."

"Well... hanged up!"

. . .

After a few minutes.

David returned to his bedroom and was about to lie down and go back to sleep when he found the housekeeper Acklade standing at the door and had not left yet. .

He raised his hand and scratched his head, propped himself up and sat on the bed, shrugged and said.

"Look~ I'm sleeping alone tonight..."

"After getting along with each other for this period of time, I think you also have a rough understanding of my personality and work style~"

"So, if what you want to say to me is not something I need to know... then there is no need to say it anymore!"

"Right?"

"No one's past can represent his future!"

"We still have a long road ahead in life, and we have to walk it together!"

"Thank you!"

The housekeeper Acklade stood upright at the door of the bedroom and nodded slowly to David.

"Haha~ You're welcome."

"I'm going to bed first, you should go to bed early too."

"...Okay, sir!"

. . .

Aclade, the butler, is gone.

David lay on the bed, found a comfortable position for himself, and thought drowsily: This guy looks like. .He is also a person with stories!

But what neither David nor the butler Aclade noticed was. .

In another room not far from David's bedroom, Lilith and Tilda hid behind the door and gently closed the door, with a smile of successful mischief on their faces.

Tilda held Lilith's arm affectionately, returned to the bed and lay down, and whispered in her ear.

"and then?"

"Julian... is he really found guilty?"

"Hmm~"

Lilith tilted her head and looked at Tilda, who was about the same age as Laura, with a look of sadness on her face, and said softly.

"Julian was in court, facing the jury and everyone who came to watch the trial, and said the words that cost him his life."

"I deserve death, Mr. Jury!"

"Even if I don't deserve to die..."

"But I saw some people..."

"They didn't think that young me... deserved sympathy!"

"Instead, they want to scare young people like me by punishing me and killing me as a warning to others."

"And this group of young people, they come from the lower class, suffer from poverty but are lucky to receive a good education~"

"They dare to hang out in the upper class society where rich people are proud..."

"Gentlemen, this...is my...crime..."

"Therefore, I deserve to be severely punished!"

"What's more, in fact, the person who is judging me is not in the same class as me..."

"I don't see any lucky rednecks in the jury box..."

"What you have here is just the same... resentful elites and aristocrats..."

"..."

There was some emotion in Lilith's voice that Tilda couldn't understand. .

She seemed to be talking about this wonderful passage in the book "The Red and the Black" by Stendhal~

He seemed to regard himself as Julien standing in the court, facing the trial. .

. . .

After a few minutes.

Lilith stopped talking and looked quietly at the ceiling "lit" by the moonlight.

Tilda asked, keeping the same posture as her, staring at the ceiling for a while.

"What is Julien's ending...?"

"he died."

"death penalty?"

"Um.."

"Then...where is his fiancée, Marquis Martel?"

Lilith stretched out her right hand, gently held Tilda's little hand, and said: "Julian's lover, the mayor's wife Renard, bribed the jailer so that Julien could avoid abuse in prison."

"After Julien learned this, he fell madly in love with this woman... who had already been madly in love with him~"

"Later, he rejected the kindness of his fiancée Martel and Mrs. Renard, who wanted to continue appealing for him."

"After Julien was executed, Martel buried his head with her own hands."

"Mrs. Renard also followed Julien and passed away three days later."

"...Is this the ending?" Tilda waited quietly for a while and asked.

Lilith didn't answer, just held her hand gently and remained silent. .

Tilda turned to look at Lilith in the dim light next to her. Looking at her eyes that had been filled with tears for some time, a feeling of "empathy" suddenly burst out from her heart. .

Her hands with reddish eyes hugged Lilith and whispered in her ear.

"Thank you!"

----

new York.

Lower Manhattan, City Hall.

The mayor, Mr. Front Hardman, met two visitors by appointment in his office.

Anastas Sorensen of the Sheraton Hotel Group in Boston, and a Canadian friend of his, Isadore Sharp.

Mayor Hardman warmly invited the two to sit down and asked his secretary to bring them hot coffee, smiling.

"terribly sorry!"

"When you came to New York the day before yesterday, I happened to be going to attend..."

"Haha~ It doesn't matter."

Anasta Sorensen was obviously not interested in Mr. Mayor’s unkind words.

He had already asked his friends what the new mayor of New York relied on to win among all the candidates. .

"Mr. Hardman."

"My friend Mr. Sharp and I came to visit today to find out from you... What policies can you give us for our investment in building a brand new hotel?"

"Hotel?" Hardman observed the two of them carefully for a few seconds, then pondered for a moment before asking.

"If Mr. Sorenson... you are representing the Sheraton Corporation..."

"No~"

"I miss you... I misunderstood!"

Anasta Sorensen pointed to Isadore Sharp beside him and smiled.

"This is Mr. Sharp from the Four Seasons Hotel."

"He wanted to come to New York to inspect and invest in hotels."

"Mr. Sharp?" Hardman looked at Isadore Sharp, who had remained silent, and suddenly felt that he had heard this name somewhere. .

But wait until he remembers. .Isadore Sharp has already given the answer.

"Mr. Hardman."

"More than a month ago, I met a man named Mr. David Coleman and his friends in London."

"He happened to be staying at our hotel in London at the time."

"He and his friends are very interested in our company's model of operating and managing hotels."

"So, we had an in-depth chat about cooperation and made an appointment to give him an accurate answer as soon as possible."

"But...after I left London, I encountered some unexpected incidents and needed to fly to Australia urgently to solve it..."

"...ok! I understand~" Hardman sat back in his chair, found a comfortable position for himself, looked at the two people opposite him again, and asked with a smile.

"I guess~ you must have met some David and his friends, and it feels like they suddenly proposed cooperation to you, which was a bit too abrupt... right?"

"...Yes!" Isadore Sharp nodded directly without hiding it.

"Hehe~"

Hardman opened a drawer on the right, took out a cigar from his collection, put it in front of his nose, sniffed it with enjoyment, and said.

"Two gentlemen."

"I'm sorry for some things... I can't explain it clearly to you two here."

"If you two still have reliable friends in New York, you might as well go find them and get to know... DA Company, David Coleman and his friends."

"That's all I can help you with..."

Isadore Sharp blinked a few times quickly and turned to look at Anasta Sorensen.

Anasta Sorensen stared at the cigar in Hardman's hand for a few seconds and smiled~

He stood up, nodded politely to Mayor Hardman and said goodbye. Without saying anything, he turned and walked out of the office.

Isadore Sharp also slowly stood up, pursed his lips and looked at Anasta Sorensen's back, then turned to Mayor Hardman and smiled.

"I don't know... you tonight..."

"Sorry! I already have an appointment."

"Next time~"

"ok~"

"Goodbye, Mr. Mayor."

"Haha ~ Goodbye!"

PS:

"The Red and the Black" was banned in France more than 100 years ago.

Like "The Story of the Stone", it both removes the last fig leaf of the solidified class between the lines. .