Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Under the morning light.

Brooklyn, one of the most famous black ghettos, is the Brownsville neighborhood.

George McCarron, the lawyer of Da Company, and the driver Rich Roberts got out of the car and stood side by side on the street, looking at the old red brick apartment building in front of them.

(Rich Roberts, introduced in Chapter 146; from the movie "Gangster", he is the second male lead in the film, capturing the leading male lead, Frank Lucas, the drug lord of Hamlin, and New York Most of the anti-drug police.)

(Subsequently, Rich Roberts quit his job and became a criminal defense lawyer. His first client was the drug lord Frank Lucas.)

(In the end, he helped Frank Lucas reduce his sentence from 70 years to 15 years.)

. . .

Richie Roberts spit out the gum in his mouth, stretched his waist, and complained to George.

"You're such a workaholic..."

"Next time you come to see me for something like this, remember to make an appointment a week in advance!"

George looked down at the note in his hand, checked the address, glanced at Richie, and smiled.

"How to make an appointment? With your secretary? Or with your lover?"

"fxxxyou!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

more than an hour later.

New York City Juvenile Offenders Institution.

George and Rich led a black mother and son out of the juvenile detention center.

"Ma'am, your son, Mike Tyson, now belongs to..."

Richie rolled his eyes beside him, raised his hand to interrupt George's "efforts to explain", and took a step forward to say.

"Uh... put it simply!"

"We are your son's supervisors during his parole period!"

"He has to stay in the place we designate every day, go to school and work at the same time, and promise not to get into trouble until the end of his two-year parole period, understand?!"

Mike Tyson's mother put her arms around her son's shoulders, stared at the two of them suspiciously for a long time, took a deep breath, and asked.

"What on earth are you going to do to my child?"

Richie spread his hands helplessly and said, "We..."

"Miss!"

George pulled Richie hard, interrupted him, looked at Tyson and his son, pointed at the portfolio in his mother's hand, and smiled.

"If you still don't believe us..."

"We can pay for a lawyer's consultation first!"

"You should find a lawyer who you feel is more trustworthy and explain all the documents here to you in detail."

George looked around, took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a 200-meter knife, and handed it to Tyson's mother.

After she accepted it hesitantly, she took back her wallet with a smile and said.

"I can understand your confusion and uneasiness right now."

"But please take a look around~"

"Please also think about the Brownsville community where you live now!"

"If your son, Mike Tyson, who is only 12 years old this year, continues to act like a little punk..."

"Feel sorry!"

"Please forgive me for my inappropriate choice of words~"

"If your son continues to be with those bad boys, he will..."

"He himself should have told you that more than half of his so-called friends died on the streets or entered here..."

"enough!"

Tyson's mother, her left hand tightly grasped her son Tyson's arm, which was constantly exerting force, and her right hand held the portfolio and two hundred dollars in cash, nodded slightly, and sighed.

"I know a lawyer who can take us there now...?"

"no problem!"

"Please~"

George's eyes met the black boy Mike Tyson, with a fierce and wary look, and he smiled and invited the mother and son to get into the car.

----

Europe.

Isle of England.

Asthall Manor, Oxford.

In the kitchen on the first floor of the big house, while David and others were chatting and laughing with the hostess Deborah, chef Cui Yingying had already quickly prepared the main course for today's lunch.

after an hour.

Everyone sat at the dining table, and the hostess Deborah raised her wine glass and smiled at them.

“Thank you for coming to my home!”

"Haha~"

"Cheers~ Deborah!"

"cheers!"

Everyone took a sip and put down their glasses.

David couldn't wait to shout to Cui Yingying who was busy in the kitchen: "How are you doing? Do you still need our help?"

"Cut~"

Livlin, who was sitting opposite him, rolled her eyes, stood up, pulled Maggie next to her, and walked into the kitchen to help.

Gerald and Deborah saw all this in their eyes, looked at each other with a smile, picked up the tableware, and tasted the "delicious food" that everyone worked together to make today ~

"Hmm~huhu~"

"It tastes...so good!"

Deborah bit into a pan-fried dumpling and couldn't help exhaling hot air while praising it.

Jellal saw her look like she was burned but unwilling to spit out the food in her mouth, he shook his head and smiled.

"It's still very hot! Eat slowly!"

"Woo~hiss~hoo~"

"I know ~ but it's so delicious!"

"How could I hold it in?"

"Hahaha~"

the other side of the table.

David squinted his eyes, chewing on the "fried dumplings" produced by chef Cui Yingying, and nodded in praise to Deborah.

"The lamb is paired with onions and a little bit of pepper and it's amazing!"

"Cui Yingying's cooking skills are still so amazing!"

"We are not bad either~all of us..."

"Hey~ apart from chopping onions, what else do you do?" Jellal interrupted David dissatisfied.

Livlin, who was carrying a dinner plate from the kitchen, also echoed: "That's right!"

"Aside from opening your mouth and talking non-stop...what contribution do you have!?"

"We also helped wash and choose vegetables..."

"Hey~hey~"

"You heartless ones..."

"Without my command, you..."

"Okay~" Even Elena, who was sitting next to David, couldn't help but interrupt him. She stood up and moved the dinner plate to make a place for the main course.

Deborah also stood up, watched Cui Yingying slowly put down the main course "roasted lamb leg", pulled her arm and smiled.

"You are guests today..."

"Thanks a lot!"

"Thank you!"

Cui Yingying smiled and shook her head slightly: "No~ Deborah!"

"It is an honor for me to have the opportunity to serve the Duchess!"

"Hahaha~"

Everyone and Deborah laughed together.

David waved to her: "Cui Yingying, come and sit here with me!"

"No! Come sit here with me!" Livlin shouted, pulling Cui Yingying over and letting her sit next to her.

"Uh... ok~"

"Deborah, would you like to honor our chef?"

"Good~"

“Let us thank Chef Cui Yingying!”

"cheers!"

"Cheers~"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

On the table.

In front of everyone, a plate of fried dumplings was placed.

David buried his head and quickly finished his portion of dumplings. His eyes couldn't help but stare at what was on Livlin's plate opposite. .

Just when he was about to reach out and steal a few dumplings, Deborah's voice came. .

"David, Gerald said...are you going to Charles' birthday party?"

"Uh~Yeah!"

Deborah smiled and wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin: "Then let me prepare a gift for you~"

"It happened to be spring, and the mare in the manor gave birth to a calf. It was past the weaning period and could become independent."

Jellal blinked and couldn't help but whisper: "It's the one Andrew bought..."

"Yeah~hehe~"

Deborah glanced at Jellal and smiled intentionally or unintentionally.

"After he bought the stallion back, I couldn't see him for more than 300 days for more than a year..."

"When he thinks about it... I'm afraid the mare has already given birth to a litter~"

"Forehead.."

Jellal lowered his head and began to "pretend to be stupid" to eat dumplings. .

His cousin Andrew stayed at the homes of his lovers in London all year round and rarely came home. .

Of course he knows ~

. . .

Although David doesn't know these details, now that Duchess Deborah has said it, he can no longer act stupid like Gerald~

"Okay! Thank you~"

"I think Charles will definitely like this gift~"

"Hahaha~"

Deborah smiled happily and looked at the housekeeper standing aside: "Go and make arrangements~"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The butler bowed slightly in response, paused for two seconds, and then said to everyone: "Thank you, Chef Cui Yingying, for preparing one for us."

"Oh~ You're so polite!" Cui Yingying stood up and smiled modestly at Mr. Butler.

Deborah looked at David with a smile, picked up the wine glass again, and said with a smile: "I am very happy today!"

"thank you all!"

"Hahaha~"

"cheers!"

. . .

A pleasant lunch is over~

Deborah, who was used to taking a nap and taking a break, didn’t feel tired at all today~

She dragged a few girls into the living room, took out a deck of playing cards, and smiled.

"Which of you knows how to play bridge? Can you play with me for a while?"

David scratched his head and said with a smile: "Sorry~ I can't play bridge..."

"Let me accompany you~" Elena took the initiative to sit next to Deborah and said with a smile.

"Uh... I can!" Toby Olga also raised his little hand and said excitedly.

"Oh~ Does anyone else know it?" Deborah looked at the few people curiously.

Livlin shook her head "obediently". .

Maggie and Cui Yingying also shook their heads and said that they would not~

Seeing this scene, Jellal rubbed his nose and smiled: "It seems that I can only help you make a game~"

"it is good!"

"Who should I team up with?"

"We...draw lots!"

"ok~"

. . .

Deborah, Jellal, Toby and Elena formed a card game.

Cui Yingying smiled and pushed her secretary Maggie to Deborah and asked her to help me remember the cards~

Elena and Toby couldn't help laughing. .

The two of them have experienced Maggie's memory deeply~

With her help, Deborah will win if she doesn't win. .

. . .

David rubbed his belly, lay back on the sofa, and quietly watched Deborah and the others happily playing cards.

Livlin felt bored and sat next to him and whispered.

"What's wrong with you today? Are you so good at eating?"

"Hehe~"

"I ate too little at the home of the majestic Duchess of Devonshire. Will the hostess be happy?"

"Tch~" Livlin rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling, saying disdainfully.

"You're a pig!"

"Hey~ you just know~"

"Hahaha~"

"..."

"Let's go out for a walk~"

"Uh... I'm not going~"

"pig!"

"Hey~"

"Humph~"

"Ha~ You are a pig too!"

"I'm not!"

"You are!"

"I don't...wuwu~"

David covered Livlin's mouth and pulled her to stand up. The two of them walked out of the living room, walked through the corridor, and came to the back garden outside the big house~

Livlin broke free from David's "clutches", stamped her foot angrily, and was about to use her big move. .

David jumped a few meters away, raised his eyebrows at her and said with a smile: "Pig! Are you angry? Pig!"

"Ah~ah~"

"Don't run!"

"Hahaha~ Pig, you run pretty fast~"

"Asshole! Stop!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

The afternoon sun is very warm.

David was sitting cross-legged under a tree, holding a straw stick casually in his mouth, looking at the big house in the distance, and whispered to Livlin beside him.

"We have been in London for so long...I haven't even formally said thank you to you!"

"Thank you, Livlin!"

Livlin hugged her knees with her arms, looked at David in surprise, and shook her head.

"Thank me for what~?"

"Isn't this all planned by you?"

David sat back on the edge of the big tree and said with a smile: "Plan?... Where is the plan~"

"Livlin, have you ever thought about what will happen after you marry into the Rockefeller family?"

"No~ why do you think so much? I can't decide..."

"Haha~ Are you afraid that Leslie won't marry you?"

Livlin seemed to be touched, and lowered her head silently.

David curled his lips and said, "I don't understand~ He... What is it about him that attracts you so much?"

"I don't know~"

"..All right!"

"We are friends!"

"If you need my help, just ask!"

Livlin nodded, casually pulled out a small piece of grass from the ground beside her, played with her fingertips, and said.

"How do I feel... you are a little different today than you were before?"

"Haha~ What's the difference?"

"...I can't explain~ Anyway, it's just different!"

David tilted his head and looked at Livlin's side face, surprised by the accuracy of her sixth sense. .

"Okay~"

"I just thought about something while eating~"

"So? You would use this excuse to drag me out alone?"

"Forget it... right~"

David took the straw stick in his hand, looked at the big house in the distance, and said.

"Do you think... Deborah's life is what you want?"

"No!"

"Then you tell Leslie that as long as he remembers to go home..."

Livlin gently waved the grass in her hand and sneered: "Do you believe anything I say?"

"Hehe~"

"Then do you still tell the truth now?"

"Yes~ you pig!"

"..."

David threw the straw stick in his hand and smacked his lips: "When I was a child, I once imagined that when I grow up, I would become a heroic astronaut who saves the earth and the world~"

"Hahaha~"

"You have watched too much TV!"

"Yes~"

"..and after?"

"Later, when I grew up and arrived in New York, I realized..."

"There are no great heroes in this world!"

"As an ordinary person, as long as he can bring joy and happiness to his family and friends around him, and he can also get satisfaction from it, he is a great hero in life!"

Livlin's eyes widened a little, and she tilted her head to look at David: "Like you are now?"

"Yes~"

"I did a good job, right? Haha~"

"Uh... I can barely pass~"

"Hey~ Your requirements are quite high!"

"Hehe~"

Livlin moved her body, leaned back, and leaned against the tree. She narrowed her eyes and whispered.

"Before, when we were in New York, I hadn't felt that sense of urgency in your heart~"

"But you have been there since you arrived in London..."

"Everyone is... fighting!"

"Yes~ you are arguing...why?"

David didn't answer immediately.

He pondered for a moment, adjusted his sitting posture, looked into Livlin's eyes, and smiled: "Do you know Henry Ford?"

"I know~ He is the founder of Ford Motor Company."

"Hehe~"

"Then you must not know that he spent most of his life fighting with others!"

"For a long time, he was the most staunch opponent of the Jewish people in the United States. The flag-bearer of the consortium and an iconic figure~"

"But in his later years, especially after the start of World War II~"

"But he has stopped making any opposition remarks or... boycotting remarks~"

"Do you know why?"

"Um...he...don't know~ Just tell me~"

"Hehe~"

"The demonstrations and general strikes we saw in London yesterday were also actions taken by workers to fight for their own interests~"

"But they...all misunderstood one key point!"

"Almost no one cares about their general strike..."

"Even if we temporarily resolve their short-term demands, we still can't prevent those who are interested in plotting secretly~"

"Take... old Ford for example~"

"In order to fight against the union, he gave the workers a very harsh condition of doubling their wages."

"Where are the workers?"

"They no longer responded to the union's call, they made their own choice with their feet~"

"Later, many workers felt lucky and satisfied that they could work at Ford Motor Company."

"Tell me, who won? Who lost?"

David pulled up a piece of grass from the ground and placed it in front of Livlin.

"We are all just ordinary grass in this world~"

"What about those consortiums that have a long history, are deeply rooted, and have businesses in many countries and countless industries?"

"Does it look like...the big tree behind us?"

"..Hmm~"

Livlin looked up at the leafy crown of the tree and responded softly.

"Then what do you think...what do I need to do if I, a small piece of grass, want to grow into a big tree?"

"..Fight!?"

"That's right!"

"Competing for sunshine, competing for land, competing for water sources... competing for all the necessary nutrients that can accelerate my growth before the cold winter comes..."

"..." Livlin looked up at the sky and remained silent.

"Livlin, what do you think... of your father's life?"

"..."

"He is also fighting... He has been fighting hard all his life and he hasn't stopped yet ~ right?"

"Um.."

David folded his legs, leaned the back of his head on the big tree, and said with a smile: "Remember what Carnes said... Does his family also have a vote for the financial city's gold fixing price?"

"..Remember!"

“When the makers of the rules of the game also step into the game... what do we do?”

"The best option is to cooperate with them and follow them..."

"Of course ~ We must also be on guard at all times and try our best not to become an abandoned child."

"But... I think it's acceptable to throw it away after being used!"

"After all, the gap between our levels and strength is huge~"

"Even if I am abandoned... we will not become enemies, but will continue to keep in touch~"

"Are you...like...old Ford?"

"Correct!"

"Everyone is a collaborator who comes together for profit, and they are all capitalists who put profits first."

"Let's join hands and make a fortune calmly. It's an excellent solution for win-win and multi-win~"

"..."

Livlin stared at David with a strange expression for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "Capitalist? You??"

"Hahaha~"

"Haha~ Don't I look like me?"

"You are a pig! How can you become a capitalist!?"

"fxxx! You deserve a beating, right?"

"Hahaha~"

"Come after me... pig!"

"Don't run!"

"Hahaha~"

----

new York.

Next to the Brooklyn Bridge, in front of an office building.

Lawyer George was sitting in the car, looking through the legal documents in his hand and correcting some loose words or phrases in them with his pen.

Richie Roberts stood outside the car, smoking out of boredom and constantly looking around.

ten minutes later.

Richie threw away the fifth cigarette in his hand, held on to the car door, and complained to George: "How long do we have to wait?"

George shrugged: "Man, you know... I only have time to do this this morning~"

"If we can't get it done in the morning, you will have to take over the rest!"

"fxxx!"

"Is your boss out of his mind?"

"What did he think?"

"Haha~ How do I know!?"

"I'm just an errand boy, just doing things!"

"...Shit!"

Since Richie had played with the prosecutor's girlfriend late into the night last night, he seemed very irritable now. .

George chuckled, put down the document in his hand, and joked.

"Hello~"

"If you get married again, remember not to notify me~"

"I don't have time to attend your wedding."

"what?"

"Dream you!"

"The number one person on our gift list is you!"

"If you don't buy it for me..."

"stop!"

"They're coming out~"

George waved his hand to interrupt Richie, got out of the car, looked at Tyson and his son who came out, and asked with a smile.

"Is it over? How was it?"

"If you feel you still have questions, you can find another lawyer to answer them for you."

"no need!"

Tyson's mother lowered her head and took out two documents from the portfolio.

He handed one of the copies to George and said, "I've already signed it~"

"The lawyer said... it's legally binding now, right?"

George took the document, flipped it over, nodded and smiled: "Yes!"

"According to our agreement, we will find you and your family a good and safe neighborhood in lower Manhattan and move there."

"We will pay the rent for the first three months of your new home."

"We will also help you find a new job with a stable income that can support your family."

"If you want to receive some more professional training in vocational skills, we can also help you arrange it~"

"We can advance all the tuition fees for you, and you can pay them back to us in installments."

"Your son Tyson will live in the place designated by us, receive a better education, and make more new friends~"

"But~"

"Just as we agreed in the document~"

"You must ensure that you and your family will no longer cause harm or negative impact to Tyson~"

"What if your boyfriend..."

"Sorry, can I call him that?"

".. Whatever~"

"ok~"

"If your son Tyson, your boyfriend or your family members commit any illegal behavior, your family will be implicated..."

"We will take back everything as agreed~"

"Including the house and job arranged for you..."

George handed the document in his hand to Richie and asked him to put it away. Then he looked directly at Tyson and his son and continued.

"Miss!"

"I believe that as an adult and a mother of several children, you should be very aware of the preciousness of this opportunity!"

"I sincerely hope you can hold it firmly!"

"Let you and your family completely get rid of the current predicament..."

"Hush~huh~"

Tyson's mother covered her chest with her right hand, took a few deep breaths, suppressed her surging heart, and whispered.

"What you said... We are upstairs, the lawyer also said it just now~"

"I signed the document~"

"But you haven't answered my question yet!"

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Madam, maybe when our boss comes back to your question, he can give you a satisfactory answer!"

"But, I guess... would you like to hear my opinion?"

"Of course!" Tyson and his son both stared at George, waiting for his answer.

George smiled and looked at Tyson. At this time, the young black guy's eyes no longer had the ferocity and alertness, but instead showed deep confusion and doubt.

"Hehe~"

"This is my friend, Richie Roberts, whom you already know~"

"He was once an excellent federal FBI agent who personally arrested the largest drug dealer in Hamlin, Frank Lucas, as well as many crooked cops in the New York City Police Department~"

"And me.."

"A few months ago, I was just a young lawyer who had been unemployed for a long time and couldn't find a job."

"And now... you have seen it too!"

Under the gaze of Tyson and his son, George raised his arms and smiled.

"I have a stable job, a second-hand car that I paid for in full, an apartment that paid the full year's rent, and I also established a law firm named after my surname."

"So, I went from being a loser in hell to what you think is a success now. In addition to thanking my boss for his help and support..."

"I want to tell you more..."

"Come out of hell! The human world is your shortcut to heaven!"

"If you don't cherish this opportunity..."

"Clap clap clap~"

Richie Roberts, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, gave George a round of applause.

George squinted his eyes and glared at him, then turned to the stunned Tyson mother and son and smiled.

"I'm sorry~ Wait, I can only ask Richie to take you back."

"I only have one morning to deal with your son's matter."

"There is still a lot of work waiting for me to deal with~"

"please do not worry!"

"After you are all settled, you can come over and visit Tyson at any time, as long as... don't let him go astray again!"

Tyson's mother nodded silently, looked at her son, and grabbed his arm hard.

"Thank you~"

She didn't look into George's eyes~

But her face showed deep maternal love and guilt, and she silently looked at her son Tyson. .

Do you cherish it? ?

Will do!

----

Manhattan.

Stanley Building.

Giles and Bloomer walked into Pine's office together.

"Hi~ Are you...going on a business trip?"

Pine sorted the documents on his desk, nodded and said with a smile: "Yes~ I want to go to San Francisco!"

"You guys sit down~ I just want to have a brief chat with you..."

"5 minutes!"

"ok~"

Giles and Bloomer sat down.

Pine didn't stop working, glanced at Bloomer, and asked.

"Where was your little girlfriend yesterday?"

"Uh...she's not my girlfriend!"

"Hehe~"

"Hey~ Why are you all like this?!"

"She and I..."

"No need to explain it to us, we all understand!"

"...I understand nothing!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

After the joke, Pine asked Giles: "You also heard the conversation between Lynch and me~"

"Tell me what you think~"

"Um...what's there to say?"

There is a big question mark hanging on Giles' forehead~

Blumer glared at him with some hatred, thought for a while, and said.

"Lynch... got on the line with someone in California?"

"He... wants to discuss cooperation with the other party~?"

"Um.."

"You only got the beginning right~"

Pine raised his eyebrows at Giles helplessly and explained: "Last night, chatting and talking about things in public places required some basic language skills that everyone can understand."

"For example: When he said weather forecast, he was referring to the change in the direction of public opinion after the mid-term elections~"

"He said that heavy snow will come to New York, which means... Hardman's mayoral campaign may have a fork or an accident!"

"He said that he was going to take his wife to Los Angeles. He had received an olive branch from someone. He was going to go over and talk."

"He said that he could not come back to attend the governor's inauguration until the heavy snow passed. He meant that only if Hardman won the election for mayor of New York could we join him and fulfill his promise to us."

Pine put the documents in his hand into his briefcase, glanced at Giles who was lost in thought, paused, and continued.

"Later, I said ~ Our plane also happens to be leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow to pick up a friend from New York."

"Bloomer, please interpret it!"

"Uh... don't beat around the bush ~ 5 minutes! It's almost there!"

"Hehe~"

"What I said...our plane means that I will go to California with him; and when I happen to pick up a friend, it means that I will return to New York with him."

"Where's Lynch's answer?"

"He said, then I will go back tonight and tell my wife to pack my luggage quickly..."

"It's an allusion that I will contact him when I return and tell me that I will go with him~"

Pine holds the briefcase in his hand~

He walked up to Giles and Bloomer and said with a smile: "You two..."

"Don't cause any more trouble during these few days when I'm gone... ok!?"

"Um...ok!"

"Hahaha~"

"Okay~ My time is up, there is Lynch on the plane... Governor, waiting for me!"

. . .

Pine, gone.

Blumer looked at his back with a complicated expression and sighed to his friend Giles.

"You and him...really grew up together?"

"This gap... is really huge~"

"fxxxyou! Bloomer!"

"Hahaha~"

Amidst Bloomer's laughter, Giles scratched his chin with his hand and felt a headache~