Manhattan Reborn 1978

New York state.

Cornell University.

During a break in the seminar, New York FBI director Harold Stone made a call to his New York subordinate Torres Bradman.

As a result, this phone call made Harold Stone's mood hit rock bottom again. .

That damn serial killer appears and starts committing crimes again! ?

Mr. Stone, with a dark face, stood by the window in the corridor, thinking about how to bring this serial killer who was obviously playing tricks on the police to justice.

At this time, House, the senior FBI executive, walked up to Mr. Stone, handed him a cigarette, and smiled.

"Sorry~ I just... accidentally heard it~"

"Is there another serial murder in New York?"

"Um.."

"Haha~ If you can meet such a damn serial killer, you will be very unlucky..."

Mr. Stone held a cigarette in his mouth, looked at House sideways and said, "What do you mean?"

"Hahaha~ Don't get me wrong, man!"

"Headquarters in Virginia establishes a criminal behavioral science group,"

"If you don't have any clue about the case at hand, maybe you can ask them for help~"

"Criminal Behavioral Science Unit?"

"How did I not hear it being said?"

"Heh~ they were just established a few days after you left the headquarters~"

"There was a guy named John Douglas, do you remember that?"

Mr. Stone thought for a moment and nodded: "I met him once at the headquarters last year."

"But... does he have anything to do with this group?"

"Of course!"

"He conducted interviews with many felons and developed a set of profiling methods for criminals' behavioral psychology."

"Therefore, the headquarters approved the Criminal Behavior Science Group a few days ago to officially start providing criminal psychological clinometer consultation to various places."

"Well...these are all what I heard them say during the meeting at my headquarters~"

"Whether this specific research on John Douglas is useful and can help you, you can only try it yourself~"

Mr. Stone thought seriously about the suggestion of his boss and old friend House, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and said.

"I'm going to make a call and contact the headquarters..."

House waved his hand to him and said with a smile: "I'll be going back to the headquarters soon, so I'd better contact you~"

"Are you going?"

"Um.."

House turned his head and looked around, pulled Mr. Stone to the corner, and whispered.

"The headquarters is going to conduct a large-scale investigation of gangs across the country~"

Mr. Stone frowned and asked: "Is it an action plan with Linde Vercello leading the anti-gang group to enter New York?"

"...That's right~"

"The income of Las Vegas casinos in the past two years has made many people jealous..."

"Even a small casino with just a few slot machines, a craps table or a blackjack table can attract a large number of gamblers and make the casino a lot of money."

"Some gangs from New York, Chicago, Boston, Miami, Los Angeles and other places are operating regular companies in Las Vegas, but in fact they secretly control more than 90% of the casinos in Las Vegas."

"They can earn hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars in clean money from the casino every month~"

"On the Congress side, there were people behind the scenes who pushed and pushed several times, which made the higher-ups make up their minds and ordered us to start a thorough investigation of these gangs and cut off the mastermind behind them in these casinos in Las Vegas."

Mr. House saw his old friend Harold Stone looking enlightened, smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and continued.

"Now, do you understand?"

"Lind Vercello didn't come to New York to seize power from you!"

"He is a pawn thrown into the quagmire of New York by the headquarters..."

"After this nationwide survey is completed, Linde Vercello and the others can really start to play their role~"

"So, before that, you don't have to worry about them~"

"..Um!"

"You go back to the headquarters this time..."

"Haha~"

"Do you want to talk about what happened between you and that girlfriend Schultz?"

Mr. Stone nodded slightly awkwardly: "Yes~"

"It's just a small problem, I will help you solve it~"

"Ok~Thank you!"

"Haha~ have you learned to be polite to me?"

"..Hahaha~"

----

California.

South of San Francisco, Silicon Valley.

On Dune Avenue near Menlo Park, Larry Allison, the head of Relationship Software Company (RSI), looked at the microphone in his hand with suspicion and slowly put it down.

in the office.

Bob Miner, a partner of the company, walked up to him holding a cup of coffee and asked curiously.

"Dude, what's the matter?"

"Well...it's nothing~"

"New York just contacted me and wanted us to help write a database management software."

Bob Miner was stunned for a moment, and then said excitedly: "Is there such a good thing? Then why are you still hesitating?"

Larry Allison felt helpless at his friend's loud voice and optimism and said helplessly: "We have never done anything like writing database management software on IBM's large computer group~"

"Forehead.."

Bob Miner raised his hand to hold his glasses, turned around and shouted: "Ed, come here quickly!"

"Ah~ what's going on?"

"..."

After a few minutes.

Larry Allison told the two company founders and partners, Bob Miner and Edmund Oates, the contents of the phone call he had just made in New York.

As one of the company's core technicians, Ed is not so pessimistic about Larry Allison's worries.

He smiled and said: "Sooner or later we will have to come into contact with IBM's mainframe computers."

"Why don't we take advantage of this opportunity to test out some of our previous ideas!"

Bob Miner twirled his fingers and said, "But we..."

"Hey~ Since the other party has already asked Larry to meet and discuss in New York, I think we should take this business next!"

"If we don't do it, there are plenty of people in Silicon Valley who will do it..."

"Besides, Larry, how much money does our company have on its books?"

Larry Allison showed a wry smile, spread his hands and said, "We spent a lot of money moving this time, and we only have less than 4 dollars on the account."

Edmund Oates (Ed) spread his hands to his two friends and said: "Look, if we don't take this job, we may have to sleep on the street in a few months, guys..."

"..."

Both Miner and Ed looked at Larry Allison, who was responsible for the company's day-to-day operations.

Larry rubbed his hands and thought for a while before making up his mind and said, "I'll book a flight to New York right away."

"Hahaha~ This is right, man!"

"It seems that we are going to New York to live a comfortable life~"

"Aww~hahaha~"

Miner and Ed high-fived each other and laughed in celebration~

Larry frowned, shook his head and said nothing.

----

new York.

Manhattan, in a bar on 22nd Street.

Sinney, the former Bronx gang boss, saw the young black guy walking in from outside the bar, smiled and waved to him.

"Luther Vandross?"

"Uh...yes!"

"Come, let's get to know each other~ My name is Xinni, the owner of the record company~"

"This is the record company manager, Gino Bachwin."

Xinni pointed to the fat black man next to him and introduced him to Luther.

Luther Vandross, who was unclear about the situation and a little confused, sat down and asked after shaking hands with the two.

"You are looking for me because...?"

Sinney waved to the bartender, ordered Luther a drink, waved his hand and said with a smile, "Have you lived in the Bronx since you were a child?"

"..right!"

"Hehe~"

"I heard that you are very talented in music creation."

"My record company is in great need of singers and musicians with development potential like you!"

"How about it, Luther? As long as you are willing to join us, the terms are negotiable!"

Luther Vandross glanced at the smiling Gino Bachwin (Mooshu) sitting next to Sinney, and hesitated for a few seconds before speaking.

"I once heard of a man named Xinni. I wonder if you are..."

Xinni smiled meaningfully, stood up, patted Jishu on the shoulder, and said, "Boy Luther, if you have any requests, you can talk to our manager Bachwin~"

"I still have something to do, let's go first~"

After saying that, Xinni turned to the bartender and said: "Charge it to my account~"

Then he walked out of the bar with his two men sitting at the door.

The record company manager, the fat black man Gino Bachwin, was left behind. He looked at Luther Vandross with a smile and explained to him.

"You don't have to guess~"

"He's the one you heard about, the Bronx gang boss, Shinny!"

"..." Luther Vandross felt a cold wind blowing on his back. .

He picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank it down with a tilt of his neck, took a few deep breaths, and asked.

"I...can you refuse?"

"Haha~ If you had just rejected Xinni in person, you might still have a chance~"

"..."

Reject Xinni in person?

You damn fat man, are you kidding me! ! !

Luther cursed countless swear words at Gino Bachwin in his heart, but he did not dare to say a simple "no". .

Gino Bachwin seemed to see the dissatisfaction and hesitation in Luther Vandross's heart. He took out a contract from the briefcase he brought, put it on the table, pushed it in front of Luther, and said with a smile.

"If you have any requirements, you can put them forward now and write them into the contract~"

"This is your only chance! You have to cherish it and think about it before bringing it up!"

Luther frowned and brought the contract on the table to his eyes. After looking at it for a while, he said in surprise.

"Is this...given to me?"

"Haha~ That's right!"

"As long as you sign the contract, you can get 5000 meters!"

"Sinny, I value you very much, boy!"

"This contract is specially drawn up for you based on the contracts of second-tier singers of Columbia Records~"

"In the future, the company will provide you with more resources and learning opportunities~"

"It will also give your songs a chance to be featured on radio stations and at some small music gatherings in New York~!"

Gino Bachwin slowed down his speech, put away his smile, stared at the silent Luther, and continued.

"You... have been in the music industry for several years, so you should be well aware of the treatment you receive in this kind of contract~"

"If you don't have a chance, it's too difficult to be famous in the New York singer and pop music circles..."

Luther Vandross nodded silently, put away the negative emotions in his heart, and looked at the contract in his hand seriously again.

The fat black man sitting opposite was right!

New York has gathered nearly half of the major record companies and music industry resources in the United States ~

Every year and every month, countless young people pursuing music dreams come to New York and want to try it!

But. .How many young people are there who are outstanding and famous?

In Manhattan's Greenwich Village, Luther saw too many street singers who were still unwilling to leave and give up their dreams after eating one meal at a time. .

Are they all without talent or talent?

Not!

What they lack is resources, a backer, someone who gives them a chance to show their talent, or a record company~

Therefore, Luther knew very well that if the contract in his hand was thrown into Greenwich Village, a lot of people would fight for it. .

"Where is the pen?"

"Haha~ Do you have no other requests?"

"No, it is already very rich for me now!"

Gino Bachwin took out a pen from his briefcase and handed it to Luther.

Watching him sign his name on the contract with a smile, he said.

"Hahaha~ Congratulations, kid!"

"You are very smart and know how to seize opportunities~"

"Here, here's a check for 5000 meters - a meeting gift from Xinni!"

"You can go to the bank to exchange it after next Monday!"

"Want... to wait until next week?"

"Hahaha~Yes!"

Gino Bachwin put away the contract, stood up, handed Luther a business card, winked at him and smiled.

"The company's financial staff will not come to work until next Monday~"

"But don't worry~"

"Xinni, I won't write a bad check just for your little money~!"

"..ok~"

Luther. .What more can be said?

Even if Xinni really wrote him a bad check, he would not dare to point at Xinni's nose and ask for an explanation. .

Gino Bachwin is gone.

Luther Vandross, sitting in a chair, lowered his head and gently twisted the check in his hand, lost in thought ~

this. .Not a dream! ?

----

Wall Street.

Morgan Stanley.

Gayden Milken walked out of the Stanley Building with his briefcase in high spirits.

The procedures for bond underwriting companies are basically complete.

He just went to see Stanley's CEO Nelunt Ramon and finalized the company's share contract~

leftover. .

Milken raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and after thinking quickly in his mind, he strode towards Citibank on Wall Street in the distance.

----

Manhattan.

Gold Coin Hotel.

Odis Parker and Elena Mesa were sitting in the coffee shop on the second floor chatting.

(Elena Mesa, who appears in Chapter 182, is a charming red-haired beauty.)

After a while.

Mag Ludwig appeared at the door of the coffee shop, found Mr. Parker and the two of them, and strode towards them.

Elena looked at Mag Ludwig coming over and said to Mr. Parker.

"Is he the guy you got back from Washington?"

"Hahaha~"

"Come, let me introduce you to you~"

"This is.."

Mag, who was neatly dressed, took care of himself, and looked brand new, shook hands with Elena politely, sat down and said.

"I'm ready~ When will you take me to meet the new boss?"

Mr. Parker glanced at Elena and said with a satisfied smile: "No rush!"

"Before you meet him, don't you prepare a meeting gift?"

"...Meeting gift?"

Mag hesitated for a moment, looked at Mr. Parker with some confusion, and asked: "I..."

Mr. Parker waved to him, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Elena will tell you the specific situation~"

"I think... you won't let us down! Right?"

"...I'll try my best!"

"ok~"

"You guys talk first~I'll take the first step!"

Odis Parker is gone~

Elena Mesa was retained, and Margo Davis was introduced to his new boss, David Coleman.

After half an hour.

After listening to the introduction, Malu Ludwig suppressed the surprise in his heart, slowly smoothed out his thoughts, and after pondering for a moment, he said.

"Do you know Mayor Lynch Colson's schedule?"

"Of course! Do you want it now?"

"Yes!"

Elena took out a piece of paper and a car key from the small bag beside her, and handed them to Mag: "It seems that you have already thought about what gift to give?"

Mag looked at the schedule in his hand, put the car keys in his pocket, and said with a satisfied smile: "It's just a small gift. I hope he likes it~"

"Hehe~"

"If there is anything I can do to help, you can come to me at any time~"

"OK, thanks!"

Elena smiled, and as her eyes flashed, she gained some new understanding of Mag Ludwig, who looked like a homeless man yesterday.