Manhattan Reborn 1978

Eastern New York, Long Island.

Sinnick Hills Golf Club Course.

After David got out of the car, he saw Bernard Madoff standing not far away waiting.

He carried his small bag and waved to Madoff: "Hi~Sorry, am I late?"

"Haha~ No, it's just that we came a little early."

"You guys? Do you have friends coming with you?"

Madoff led David into the hall and walked towards a wealthy middle-aged man sitting not far away.

"His name is Mikhail Friedliman, an Eastern European Jew. His grandfather's generation immigrated to the United States and started doing business."

"He owns multiple companies and a listed company in California, Florida, Texas, and New York, specializing in mechanical and electrical products such as bearings, motors and instruments, and metal accessories."

David did not expect that Madoff would introduce him to a new friend who was an industrialist.

He walked up to the wealthy middle-aged man with great interest and asked Madoff to give a brief introduction to the two of them.

Mikhail Friedliman was the wealthy Jewish man who met Saudi Prince Difar by chance when he took Madoff to the Belmont Racecourse in Queens to watch his own horse race for the first time.

He had known Madoff for nearly ten years, and he had never seen an old friend introduce him to a new friend in such a lowly manner.

Therefore, Mikhail kept smiling cautiously and did not underestimate the young man in front of him at all.

David and Mikhail shook hands politely, and after chatting for a few words, he felt Madoff's deliberate stance and the tone of his voice, so he naturally gave Madoff a gentle push and asked him to sit down first. , asked Mikhail to sit down as well, and then he sat down last.

Madoff and Mikhail couldn't help but feel relieved when they saw David's small move.

David pointed at Madoff with a smile and said: "My golf skills are not very good. I want you to help me play with Nelent today~"

"Nelent?" Mikhail whispered the name in his mouth softly.

Madoff’s eyes lit up~

When he received the call invitation from David, he originally thought that today would be a leisure and entertainment session for the two of them~

That’s why I called my best friend Mikhail over~

Unexpectedly, David also made an appointment with Morgan Stanley's new CEO, Nelent Ramon, today.

The last time Madoff was able to see Mr. Nylonte Ramon, it was David who helped introduce him at Stanley. .

This time. .Woolen cloth?

What is David's intention?

Do you want to cooperate?

The thoughts in Madoff's head were racing. The above thoughts were just analysis and judgment that flashed in one or two seconds.

He showed an unexpected smile and nodded: "I hope Mr. Ramon won't dislike my playing skills..."

"Hahaha~"

"What's there to dislike about him?"

"You must beat him!"

Madoff smiled implicitly, as if he understood something from David's relaxed smile, and did not continue talking about this topic.

David paused for a few seconds, turned around and said to Mikhail with a smile: "Just call me David~"

"This is my second time playing golf since Livlin taught me last time."

"I still don't know how good your football skills are?"

Mikhail smiled, sat up straighter, and said, "You can call me Il, that's what my friends call me."

"Compared to golf, I prefer horse racing~"

"So, my skills can only be considered as just getting started."

"Haha~ Let's play a few rounds with the two of us. The experience of playing with masters is simply too bad~"

"Okay, no problem~"

Mikhail glanced at the small bag David brought with him and asked tentatively: "David, your clubs..."

"Oh... I use the clubs that were here when Livlin taught me last time. I don't know how to use other clubs."

"Then... I'll excuse you for a moment and go change clothes~"

"Okay, we'll wait for you!"

Madoff and Mikhail looked at each other as they watched David carry the small bag and follow the staff away.

Mikhail asked: "Coleman? He is..."

Madoff smiled and shook his head. He glanced toward the door and said, "On Wall Street, countless people like shooting stars appear every year."

"At first I thought he was just a lucky guy~"

"I didn't know until after many contacts..."

"Hehe~"

Madoff caught a glimpse of a car parked outside, stood up, and said a quick word to his old friend.

"Have some patience, old man~"

"I won't let you go home empty-handed today~"

Mikhail felt himself raising his hand to scratch his chin in confusion, watching Madoff stride out and chatting with a middle-aged man in his early thirties, and then slowly suppressed his curiosity.

. . .

In the sky, large clouds were moving rapidly with the wind.

This kind of weather is actually not very suitable for golf. It’s too windy~

However, the four people who came to the stadium to play didn’t care about this~

Nelent Ramon changed into the clothes he brought, wearing a glove on his left hand, and walked side by side with David in front, chatting in a low voice.

"I knew that when you asked me to play ball, you must have some purpose~"

"Tell me~ As long as I know, I can tell you!"

David raised his eyebrows, shrugged helplessly, and hummed softly: "Don't say anything about the heating oil, you haven't heard anything about it~"

"If Livlin hadn't been willing to lend me 1000 million dollars, I would be facing liquidation and liquidation right now..."

Nylent looked back at the two Madoffs who were following not far away, tightened the glove on his left hand, and smiled.

"Scared? Hahaha~"

"Who told you to ask Pine to help increase leverage?"

"In the futures market, are there not many people who are forced to liquidate their positions and go bankrupt every year?"

"Why didn't I think you had the attributes of a gambler?"

David rolled his eyes, slowed down, and complained: "You really know..."

"It is undeniable that I am indeed... a little impatient~"

"...After this time, I will never have a next time!"

"Haha~ Only when you know how to be afraid and fear the changes in the financial market can you go further~"

"Hey~ don't glare at me! I didn't say these words~"

David folded his arms in front of his chest and simply stopped, staring directly at Nellent: "You know that I am cowardly, but you still use this trick to scare me...?"

"Ha~ Why didn't I see that you were timid when you were using leverage?"

"..."

Nylent didn't look back, and seemed to feel that Madoff and the two had stopped, so he put his arm around David's shoulders and said.

"I only know two things~"

"[-]. The domestic heating oil spot market is jointly controlled by Mellon and Rockefeller."

"Second, even if a second oil crisis does occur, domestic crude oil import prices will not immediately soar, double, or take off like prices in the international market."

David tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "So... this time the home game is not in the United States, but in Europe?"

Nylent spread his hands in a secretive manner: "That's all I know. The rest is up to you to think and guess!"

"...Okay~"

David put this matter in his mind first, pulled Nellent and continued to move forward, and asked.

"What's going on inside your Stanley?"

"I haven't seen Pine or Giles in the past few days... Do you need my help?"

The smile on Nylent's face faded a bit. He looked at the grass in the distance and said softly.

"Every change will bring a series of turbulence~"

"Stanley left three partners..."

"Next week... maybe there will be a few more~"

"Oh~"

David could understand Nylent's determination and pressure.

Stanley has reached this day and has the courage to take the lead in making major changes on Wall Street. The pressure that Nylent and other young people have endured is by no means as easy as Nylent said.

However, David really couldn't help with these matters, so they could only sort them out slowly by themselves, and slowly build new skyscrapers on top of the broken ruins.

----

Manhattan.

In front of the nightclub.

Ludy was leaning on the car with a cigarette in his mouth, watching the nightclub manager Vincent Martino (Vince) directing everyone to carry the props and gifts prepared for the Halloween carnival into the nightclub.

Vince's twin brother Franky, wearing hair wax on his head and walking like a gangster, walked up to Ludy and smiled.

"Halloween~ You guys want to have a big play?"

Ludy took a long puff of cigarette, flicked the cigarette butt away, looked at Franky up and down with side eyes, and said with a smile.

"You still dare to appear in front of me and take the initiative to talk to me...?"

"Tell me, give me a reason to let you go!"

Franky's face, which was [-]% similar to Vince's, showed a sly smile and said.

"I want to cooperate with you and give you a good business!"

"I discovered a new market, home videos!"

"You know, many people are filming xxx videos in their own homes now~"

"Originally they just wanted to shoot these films for their own entertainment~"

"But now, some people are thinking of doing this as a part-time job~"

"As long as we pay them a small portion of the copyright fee, we can get a large number of pornographic videos shot by non-professional actors and ordinary people."

"Ludi, this is a market with great potential!"

"You can imagine~"

"Can people not be curious about this kind of pornographic video tapes shot by neighbors or acquaintances at home?"

"They will definitely buy into it..."

Ludy was amused by Franky's imagination.

He raised his eyebrows and teased: "Do you still want to be Louis B. Mayer? Be a movie tycoon?"

(Louis B. Meyer, one of the founders of MGM in Hollywood, was once hailed by the media as: The King of Hollywood.)

Franky didn't blush at all, but said even more excitedly: "That's right!"

"People will always get the same short films with bad scripts, which will cause aesthetic fatigue~"

"These home xxx videos of ordinary people not only allow them to feel the most realistic experience, but also give them a more sense of immersion~"

"Man, believe me, this new business that no one has yet entered will definitely make you a lot of money!"

Ludy smiled noncommittally, looked back at Vince, who kept stealing glances in his direction, and shrugged.

"For the girls who used to stand on the street, 20 or 30 dollars on the street was a business~"

"They are lucky if they can make 100 dollars a night~"

"now what?"

"They only need to take off their clothes in the studio, follow the script given by the director, and shoot a movie for a few hours, and they can earn 200 dollars, or even... 500 dollars!"

Lu Di's fingers tapped lightly on the roof of the car beside him: "Do you know how many girls come to the set every day to recommend themselves as actors after we advertised in the newspaper?"

"Every day, countless new girls join the short film industry!"

"They are full of youthful atmosphere that makes the audience unfamiliar and impulsive~"

"Are these girls not as good as what you said...home sex tapes?"

"fxxx!"

"Get away from me before I change my attention!"

Franky frowned and opened his mouth. He couldn't think of a good reason to refute Ludy, so he could only pretend to sigh helplessly.

"Okay~!"

"Since you're not interested in this business, I'd better go back to Brooklyn and try my luck~"

Lu Di chuckled and ignored him. .

Franky felt that he was asking for trouble. He glanced at his busy younger brother Vince, then turned and walked away.

After he left.

Lu Di took out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, blew out a puff of smoke, and squinted to watch everyone working.

He re-examined Frankie's business idea in his mind and felt that it was not without merit~

Home porn videos that are close to ordinary people?

The script sucks?

These. .It’s easy to solve!

As long as the script is designed from a different angle and the shooting method is changed, isn't this an innovation in the small film industry?

hehe~

----

long island.

Sinnick Hills Golf Club Course.

After the four of them played golf for nearly three hours, David.

Madoff, Nylent, and Mikhail gradually became familiar with each other.

David patted his growling stomach and complained to the three of them: "Is it time for lunch?"

"Aren't you all hungry?"

"Uh...hahaha~ Okay, let's have lunch!"

"Yes, I happen to know a very good restaurant ~ let's go together!"

Seeing the three of them singing in harmony, Nylent couldn't help but smile and shake his head: "Forget it for today~"

"I have to rush back at noon to prepare materials, and I have an important meeting to attend in the afternoon~"

"Let me invite you all to dinner another day!"

"Sorry~"

When David saw Nellent's refusal, he curled his lips and spread his hands to Madoff and the two of them: "There are three of us left. When will we set off?"

Madoff was in front of his old friend and said first: "Let's not change clothes yet, let's go directly!"

"Okay! Haha~ let's go!"

"Nelent, remember you owe me dinner!"

"Haha~ OK!"

. . .

The four of them put away their clubs, walked out of the club, got into two cars respectively, and drove towards New York City.

David and Nylent were in a car.

Nylent was in a better mood at this time, and asked David with a smile: "I heard that you have been spending time in the New York Public Library these days?"

"What other information are you looking for?"

David scratched his chin, took out the disposable lighter he had specially brought with him from his pocket, and handed it to Nylent.

“Remember angel funds?”

“We are preparing our first angel investment project and we will invest in it!”

"Oh?"

Nylent took the lighter, looked it up and down, tried it a few times, and felt good, and nodded.

"How much did it cost?"

"It's less than $2. After building the factory, the cost can be further reduced."

"Um.."

"If its retail price is less than $1, I can invest some money!"

David took the lighter back angrily and mocked: "You have taken advantage of everything? I showed it to you, but I didn't ask you to invest money too!"

Nylent smiled in amusement, and asked pretending to be curious: "Then why did you...?"

"Venture investment!"

"The venture capital fund we cooperate with can invest in the lighter factory after it is built!"

"Oh~~~"

Nylent deliberately lengthened his voice, winked a few times, and said with a smile, "No problem!"

"As long as it can be successfully mass-produced and can open up sales after being put into the market, venture capital funds will be available immediately!"

David was obviously not interested in such clichés, and he hummed and said, "Is this how capitalists view venture capital projects?"

“If you are not willing to take any risks, is it still called venture capital?”

"Haha~ Then tell me, what do you want me to do?"

David smiled in a cheesy manner, approached Nylent and said, "Look for a sale!"

"You have such a wide network of contacts in New York. I need your help in handling the first batch of disposable lighters entering the market!"

"Sales? How do you want to sell them?" Nylent didn't want to be fooled, so he asked.

"Haha~ We don't sell the first batch of goods, we only give them away!"

"deliver!?"

David saw that Nylent was just stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have guessed something and explained.

"That's right!"

"If everything goes well, the first batch of lighters will be produced in two months from now."

"At that time, you help deliver these lighters to various hotels where cocktail parties are held, and let them use lighters as novelty gadgets and small gifts for the guests attending the cocktail party."

Nylent raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and looked at David for a few seconds, then sighed with a smile: "You kid... are so bad!"

"Hahaha~ I gave people a New Year's gift for nothing, how can I become a bad guy?"

"Heh~ What then?"

"Where are you going to sell them? A street store?"

"No no no~"

“When the second and third batch of lighters are produced, they will still be given away for free!”

"deliver.."

As soon as a word came out of Nelent's mouth, he immediately reacted.

He put away some of his smile, looked at David seriously, thought for a while and said: "I will invest personally... 5 dollars, how about it?"

David slapped his thigh happily: "Okay! 5 dollars, I'll give you 10% of the shares!"

The corners of Nylent's mouth twitched and he complained: "10%? 50 dollars? Why don't you go and rob?"

"Robbery... Where can you get money for free!?"

"Hahaha~"

When Nylent heard this, he couldn't help but frown, and asked: "How much do you plan to give away for free?"

David smacked his lips a few times: "Tentative... 30~"

"fxxx!"

"Hey~ we are all civilized people, please don't say bad words!"

"Hmph~ You are not a damn civilized person!"

"Hehe~"

David laughed playfully, then slowly became serious and said to Nylent.

"To be honest, I didn't plan to invest in this project and make any profit in the first year~"

“Opening the market, spreading channels, allowing everyone to accept it subconsciously, and making it a necessary consumable in their daily lives, is the focus of our development in the first year!”

"So, all the lighters produced by this factory in the first two months were..."

Nylent continued: "It's all for layout!"

"...That's right!"

A playful smile appeared on David's lips, and he asked: "Now, do you still think 5 dollars and 10% of the shares are expensive?"

"Hehe~"

Nylent did not answer, but turned to look out the car window.

The car has entered Queens, and the 59th Street Bridge is immediately ahead.

"You asked me to take out 5 dollars, and you made me think that I took advantage..."

"What the hell are you going to do?"

David also looked out the car window and said in a very calm voice: "I'll give you a good deal!"

"That's all!?"

"That's right!"