Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Office of Commissioner Hardman, NYPD, Manhattan.

Attorney George McCarron of the firm, followed by Commissioner Hardman's secretary, entered his office.

Hardman, who looked a little pale, saw George's somewhat familiar face, quickly stood up and took a few steps forward, smiling.

"Thank you for coming, George!"

George stretched out his right hand, shook Commissioner Hardman's hand, and said with a smile.

"This is my job!"

"Mr. Commissioner, these are all..."

George introduced Hardman to the five New York legal elite who followed.

Hardman's eyes sparkled, and he shook hands with the five people very enthusiastically and thanked them.

After a few minutes.

Everyone sat down, and George took out a dozen documents from his briefcase, put them on the table in categories, and was the first to speak.

"These are what you and our law firm, George McCarran Law Firm, need to sign..."

"These are the five friends you need to sign and authorize me to serve as your authorized agent~"

"These are you..."

Attorney George, after explaining all the documents placed in front of Commissioner Hardman one by one, pointed to the first document he introduced and smiled.

"Sir, please sign it first~"

"Please rest assured that all the expenses incurred during this period will be borne by our McAllen Law Firm on your behalf!"

"Whenever you can afford to pay the bill, you're always welcome."

Hardman nodded, picked up the pen very simply, and followed George's instructions to sign six documents in a row.

After finishing these.

Attorney George re-checked them carefully and carefully, and after making sure there were no problems, he put them all away, stood up and smiled.

"I'm sorry~ I was not involved in your case..."

"Lawyer Deacon Harris will be the main person in charge of your case."

"You can count on his professionalism!"

"I believe he can help you solve all your troubles!"

"Hahaha~Thank you!"

Hardman smiled brightly. .Deacon Harris, one of the most well-known litigators in New York legal circles, nodded.

Attorney George shook hands with Commissioner Hardman again, nodded to his five colleagues, turned and left the office.

. . .

George, gone.

Lawyer Deacon Harris, a tall, unsmiling man with shiny hair wax on his head, stood up on his own initiative, sat across from Commissioner Hardman, and said.

"Please sign these authorization documents first~"

"We have some good news for you!"

"Ok!"

. . .

Hardman signed more than a dozen documents in succession.

After Deacon Harris handed these documents to his colleagues behind him, a smile appeared on his face.

"Now... let's talk about the trouble you encountered~"

"First of all, according to the information we have obtained now, you and your wife are still married~"

"After she left New York, she transferred all the savings and..."

"Mr. Hardman, I think you should have a way to get your wife... to return to New York and attend the trial, right?"

"Ok!"

"Ok!"

"Next is... wiretapping and blackmail."

"We deeply sympathize with the shameless eavesdropping and despicable blackmail you suffered~"

"Mr. Hardman, as you are at the top of the police force, you should be very concerned about the Watergate incident that happened a few years ago..."

"very good!"

"Since the conclusion of the Watergate scandal that lasted for several years, both the private sector and the legal community have been debating whether wiretapping recordings can be used as legal evidence in court!"

"So, your... encounter will most likely arouse the sympathy of the people and the media..."

"I have confidence!"

"In this matter, not only will it not bring you any loss of reputation, but it will also help you win the support of more people."

"ok~"

"We also need to confirm with you what else can be done to you during the period when you were being eavesdropped..."

"Well... the material you provided is very useful, we will note it down~"

"Is there anything else? Please recall it carefully and carefully ~ don't miss any details!"

. . .

after an hour.

Commissioner Hardman sent away attorney Deacon Harris and others.

He rubbed his temples with both hands, walked to the window, and watched Lawyer Deacon and others get into the car and drive away. A very relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lawyer Deacon Harris, the "lawsuit stick", is famous throughout New York for his "arrogant" style that only cares about money and not conscience!

His 57 consecutive unbeaten record has made his reputation and worth go hand in hand ~

The reputation is bad and the net worth is high~

Irony?

Not really~

At least. .From Hardman's perspective, he was saved~

. . .

"Hush~huh~"

I feel that my tired mind has calmed down a little.

Commissioner Hardman sat back down behind his desk.

He found paper and pen from the drawer, and while thinking about it, he made a long list and marked a lot of notes next to it.

In fact, Hardman knew it, Ludy knew it, and Otis Parker also knew it.

Hardman is not short of money!

In his private secret account, there is also a large amount of "hard work money" that Ludy gave him in order to destroy all the Sidrich family's criminal records~

but!

Commissioner Hardman, is not a businessman!

He is a politician who stands in front of the public and needs to get enough popular votes to be successfully elected as the mayor of New York!

Politicians, what do you need?

Hardman asked himself this question many times when he was young.

The answer. .Too many~

But as his age, experience, and position continue to increase, the answers that he originally recognized have gradually disappeared~

However, a perfect and enviable marriage~

For an ambitious politician like Hardman, this is a huge plus in public!

Now. .Hardman "unfortunately" suffered the cheating and betrayal of his wife~

If he can successfully reverse his image in front of the public during this crisis~

He will usher in another huge period of growth in his life~

. . .

Hardman put down the pen in his hand, looked down at the information recorded on the paper, and silently memorized them all in his mind. After checking, analyzing, thinking, and summarizing one by one, he burned them all with a lighter~

Wisps of green smoke rise from the ashtray~

Hardman's eyes passed through the gradually weakening firelight and looked at the ashes left in the ashtray after burning~

Those guys hiding in the dark, trying to trample him to death~

I definitely don’t want to let him turn over so easily!

However, Hardman can only guess one of the chips that the opponent may use, the Bonini Agreement!

Something else. .He can only take advantage of it~

(In Chapters 62 and 63 of this book, Hardman and Matthews attend meetings at Bonini’s.)

(This is the first time in the history of New York that law enforcement officers and gang bosses are in the same room. They temporarily put aside their opposing identities and "speak freely" with a peaceful mind.)

(Subsequently, a "Protocol" called the Bonini Agreement was released, changing the layout of the entire Manhattan district. The gang giants, the Sidrich family, who had been entrenched in Manhattan for many years, also began to cleanse themselves. A new journey on the road...)

----

London.

Four Seasons Hotel Park Lane.

David lay down on the bed in the bedroom with a look of helplessness. Cui Yingying sat on the edge of the bed, placing three fingers gently on his wrist. .

In the room, Polly, Elena, Livlin, Maggie, Toby and others standing on one side held their breath and remained quiet.

After a few minutes.

Cui Yingying asked David to stick out his tongue and look at it again. She gently put her hand on his forehead and felt it for a while, then asked with a smile.

"Are you still feeling headache, dry mouth, sweating hands and feet, and feeling cold all over?"

David blinked, shrugged and said, "No more now~"

"No~"

"That should be..."

Cui Yingying glanced at Polly seemingly unintentionally and said with a smile: "That should be because you have been so tired these past few days~"

"Coupled with being exposed to the rain several times in a row, failing to put on more clothes in time, and suffering from some wind and cold, I had the sudden symptoms just now~"

"I happen to know a prescription that can quickly relieve your bad symptoms."

"clothing?"

"Hey hey hey~"

"Old driver" Livlin put her hand on Elena's shoulder with a smirk on her face and sighed playfully.

"Oh~ I'll just say it!"

"Polly~ You two are playing games in the room. You should also keep warm~"

"Hahaha~"

"Pfft~Hmm... Ahem~" Maggie, the little secretary, bit her lips and looked down at her feet. Toby covered his mouth and looked up at the ceiling.

Elena showed a silent smile, hugged Livlin, and whispered.

"You have a lot of experience?"

"Um...of course!!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

"The heroine" Polly seemed not to hear the teasing of the people around her at all. She walked to David with concerned eyes, touched his forehead with her hand, and asked Cui Yingying.

"Then...does he still need to go to the clinic for examination and tests?"

"Oh~ I won't do it!" David protested dissatisfied.

Then, he turned around and showed a "charming" smile, took Cui Yingying's hand and said.

"Your hands are soft and cool...it feels so comfortable to put on my forehead!"

"Come here, leave it here for a while, I'll be fine in no time!"

"Uh..." Cui Yingying's face turned red. .He lowered his head and retracted his hands, took half a step back, stood up and walked directly to the door.

"I'll buy you medicine first~"

"Hahaha~"

"Did you see it? She is shy!"

Polly pouted, sat where Cui Yingying had been, touched his face with her hands, and shook her head.

"Stop it!"

"Oh.."

"Tell me, how do you feel now?"

"Um...my hands and feet are still a little sweaty~other things...it's nothing~"

Polly took a deep breath and sighed: "You should take a good rest when you are sick!"

"Don't think too much. Recuperate with peace of mind and take good medicine..."

. . .

The women in the bedroom watched Polly "coaxing" David as she would her own children. .

Toby and Maggie looked at each other, quietly exited the room, and followed Cui Yingying's footsteps~

Livlin rolled her eyes, bit her lip and said a few words in Elena's ear, and walked out of the room quietly~

Elena moved her steps, walked to Polly's side, hugged her shoulders, and whispered.

"Let him rest for a while~"

"..Um!"

Polly leaned over and kissed David on the lips before getting up and leaving~

"Hey~ wait a minute!"

David called out to them, thought for a while and said, "Go and see if Jellal is gone~"

"If you leave... Elena, you can find a way to contact him and tell him that I'm sick and I'm a little rude today. Say sorry to him for me!"

"Ok!"

"Well...Polly, you go directly to Isadore Sharp and talk about the Four Seasons Hotel cooperation project in New York."

"Hey~ don't be impatient, just listen to what I have to say!"

David lifted the quilt and said while taking off his clothes: "Isadore's idea for the new model of the Four Seasons Hotel is not that simple~"

"The two of us are cooperating. We provide the money, provide the building, and handle some related procedures."

"What about him?"

"He will be responsible for the brand maintenance and daily operations of Four Seasons Hotel."

"Then how to calculate the division of income?"

"Let me tell you the highest standard directly~"

"5%!"

"All the daily operating expenses of the hotel belong to us."

"The most he can get is 5% of the annual net profit!"

"Just follow my ideas and talk about it ~ he will definitely agree!"

Polly watched as David finished taking off his clothes and lay down again. .He stepped forward and covered him with the quilt, biting his lip and nodded.

"it is good!"

"Hmm~"

"Oh~ that's right!"

"Also, his company is responsible for the entire management team, and we also have to send financial personnel into the hotel."

"These people are not required to participate in any work related to day-to-day operations."

"The hotel management team leaders appointed by Isadore can manage their daily work."

"But they must be our own! Do you understand?"

"..good!"

"Um.."

"and also!"

"If Isadore does not agree to this request..."

"We can also make some concessions~"

“We can not arrange for people to enter the hotel”

"But every year the hotel must accept two financial audits from Pittman Olina Accounting Firm!"

"Of course~"

"If we don't send people in, Isadore's profit share will be reduced some more~"

"Just...3%!"

"Up to 3%! This is the bottom line!"

"We can't..."

Polly sat on the edge of the bed, bent down and kissed David's lips, gently "stopping" him from continuing. .

. . .

in the bedroom.

Elena, left~

Polly got up gently from the bed and looked lovingly at David who was sleeping soundly. She couldn't help but think back to the two of them in this room during the past two nights. . "Absurd"~

It is undeniable that the moment Polly accepted David’s affectionate “confession” and broke through the bottom line~

She followed her heart and indulged herself completely. .Can't help myself~

Emm. .

Of course~

Polly never thought about it either. .Extricate yourself~

. . .

"Click~" the sound of opening the door sounded~

David was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt someone calling him softly.

He opened his eyes and saw Cui Yingying and Elena, each holding a small bowl in their hands. .

"Um...are you taking medicine?"

"Correct!"

"The temperature of this bowl is just right ~ it's a bit bitter, you have to drink it directly, don't stop!"

"ok~"

David rubbed his dry eyes, sat up, half leaned on Elena's body, took the medicine bowl, smelled the familiar yet unfamiliar smell of Chinese medicine, closed his eyes, and stretched his neck to do it!

"Um.."

"Tsk tsk~ It seems that it's not as painful as I thought~"

"Hehe~"

Cui Yingying took the medicine bowl from Elena's hand with a smile and shook her head.

"anything else!"

"This bowl is... a secret recipe passed down from my ex-husband's family. It can complement the bowl of medicine you just gave me."

"Oh?"

"It also cures wind and cold?"

Cui Yingying blushed on her face, lowered her head slightly, and said in Chinese: "Nurture lean energy, strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality~"

"Forehead.."

"Don't worry, its medicinal effect is extremely mild~"

"It can help you recover faster..."

"Ok!"

David, who was almost "broken" by Cui Yingying, quickly took the medicine bowl, closed his eyes, raised his neck, and did it!

Cui Yingying and her ex-husband, who is an ancestral Chinese medicine practitioner, "worked hard" for eight years to have a child~

If this was not backed by a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation, her ex-husband would definitely not be able to withstand it. .Cui Yingying’s “obsession” destroyed her~

cough~

Cui Yingying saw David trusting her so much, and left with a happy smile~

But her smile made David, who was hiding under the covers, feel a chill down his back as he thought about it. .A certain Wu named Dalang~

"Hi~ Bad luck!"

Under Elena's somewhat surprised gaze, David gently gave himself two big mouths~

"Uh...what are you doing?"

"...It's okay!"

"I just... started to have random thoughts again~"

"Oh~"

Elena sat down, looked at David with flashing eyes, slowly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, smiling.

"Want me to accompany you?"

David closed his eyes, tilted his head and thought for a moment: "But... forget it~"

"Go and do your work~"

"it is good!"

. . .

Elena left too.

David turned over in bed, feeling a warmth gradually rising in his stomach, and feeling much more comfortable.

It seems. .I really misunderstood Cui Yingying~

hehe~

----

new York.

Lunch time!

Smith & Wollensky Steakhouse at the intersection of 49th Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.

Attorney Deacon Harris raised his glass and clinked his glass with Attorney George sitting opposite.

"Ding ~"

The two looked at each other, smiled, and drank the red wine in their glasses.

Dean Harris put away the check on the table and said with a smile: "When your boss comes back, can you introduce us to him?"

"no problem!"

“My boss’s favorite saying is, win-win!”

"Hahaha~ Goodbye buddy!"

"goodbye!!"

. . .

Deacon Harris, gone.

Lawyer George looked down at his watch, picked up the tableware again, and continued to eat his delicious steak lunch while chewing slowly.

ten minutes later.

A black boy in a suit followed the waiter cautiously and sat opposite Lawyer George.

"Hey Tyson, do you want me to order something for you?"

Wearing a newly purchased suit, Mike Tyson, who was particularly nervous, pursed his lips and nodded.

"OK, thanks!"

"Hehe~"

"Give your chef's best steak to this young man~"

"Okay ~ please wait."

Mike Tyson watched the waiter leave, feeling slightly relaxed.

He looked at George silently. He placed the new tableware on the dining table just now, swallowed, and asked in a low voice.

"Do I want to drink too?"

"Hahaha~"

"You can not!"

"Oh.."

George took the water glass that had been prepared, handed it to Mike Tyson, and said with a smile.

"Your suit fits you perfectly!"

"..Thanks!"

"My mother accompanied me to buy this~"

"Well~ Tyson, you have to start learning to grow up slowly~"

"You... are far luckier than your friends!"

Under Tyson's surprised look, George shrugged and added.

"Including me~"

Mike Tyson was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded slowly: "I will!"

"Hehe~"

"Relaxing a little?"

“The boss likes the steak here very much~”

"That's why I asked you to come over and have a try~"

"boss!?"

"Yes~"

"When he comes back in a few days, you and your mother will see him~"

Mike Tyson nodded silently.

George picked up the red wine glass and took a sip: "Have you made any new friends?"

"Well...Old Red!"

"Oh~hahaha~"

"He is... tsk~"

"Do you know his past?"

"I just found out~"

"Haha~decades!"

"Tyson, have you ever thought about what you would be like after decades in prison?"

"Hi~"

"You should call me Mike~"

"Hahaha~"

"Black Mike, white Mike... too many Mikes!"

Mike Tyson was speechless. .

"Then...Michael?"

"No! I think calling you Tyson is fine~"

"..."

George put down his wine glass feeling very amused, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and smiled.

"We still have three 10 minutes."

"Can you go back by yourself later?"

"can!"

"ok~"

"Then let's talk about something lighter?"

"..good!"

"The injury on your face is not completely healed yet?"

(According to Mike Tyson’s own account on the TV show, the first time he entered the detention center was because he accidentally watched a robbery at close range.)

(The lady who was robbed thought Tyson was an accomplice of the robber, so she threw the scalding coffee in her hand directly at his face~ Later, he hugged his face and rolled on the floor in pain before he was rushed to The police caught him and sent him to a juvenile detention center.)

"...No~" Mike Tyson's face turned darker and he curled his lips.

"Hahaha~"

----

London.

Night came quietly.

Four Seasons Hotel Park Lane.

in the restaurant.

Polly, Maggie, Toby, Elena, and Livlin formed a temporary negotiation team and had a warm and intense business negotiation with Isadore Sharp, the founder of Four Seasons Hotel.

Polly, with her intelligence as the first strategist of the Sidrich family~

Maggie, with her super invincible and terrifying memory ~

Toby, relying on his financial and financial professional abilities from working in banks for many years~

Elena, relying on her rich experience in traveling to various European countries for many years~

Livlin, by virtue of. .The speechless and arrogant "money ability" ~

A "pentagonal women's army filled with pentagonal attributes" negotiation team was formed that Isadore Sharp had never encountered in his many years of experience in shopping malls.

And more importantly, they seem to have known for a long time, in Isadore's mind, the bottom line of profit sharing for Four Seasons Hotel's new cooperation model. .

Emm. .

By raising his glass and drinking, Isadore Sharp suppressed the weirdness and anxiety in his heart and let out a sigh of relief.

"As for the profit distribution of our cooperative hotel, I need to give my partners a more reasonable explanation..."

Polly smiled and looked at Toby.

Toby nodded understandingly, leaned back, and smiled.

"I asked a friend this afternoon to get the average profit margins of several London hotels in recent years."

"The Langham Hotel, the average profit margin in the past three years was..."

"Ritz Hotel, the average profit margin in the past three years was..."

"The Claridge's Hotel, the average profit margin over the past three years was..."

"Uh...please wait!"

Isadore looked at Toby suspiciously: "You just said... Claridge?"

"Yes~"

"It's the Mebonnie Claridge's Hotel in Mayfair, known as the palace attached to Buckingham Palace."

"Um...ok~"

"Please continue..." Isadore Sharp stared at Toby silently for a few seconds, then showed a smile and said.

Toby shrugged and did not continue talking. He turned to look at his secretary Maggie~

Maggie took a deep breath and continued: "We respect your opinion and do not send financial staff to the hotel."

"But this hotel we cooperate with needs to... every year."

. . .

Isadore raised his glass again and took a sip before he could swallow it. .

After Maggie finished speaking, Livlin's voice came next~

"All the drinks in the new hotel and my family's winery in California can be supplied in unlimited quantities at low prices and high quality~"

"My family has shares in many related companies for daily consumables used in hotel operations, which can help the hotel negotiate a discounted purchase price."

. . .

As soon as Livlin's voice fell, Elena's voice sounded and continued.

“I also have some great suggestions on how to add more personalized service to our guests!”

"For example: specially added for female guests..."

"For guests who like pets, add..."

"The number of guests who like vegetarian food, fitness, and sports is increasing..."

"Also, if the guests need special food and drinks from Europe..."

"I have some old friends who can also provide the hotel with an unlimited supply of high quality and low price."

. . .

Isadore raised his glass again, trying to soothe his throat. .

Polly smiled and continued without giving him any time to breathe.

"Our company has many branches in New York, including: construction, decoration, service training, trade, transportation, security, advertising, clothing, etc."

"They can save us a lot of expenses in both our initial investment and subsequent daily operations!"

"My family is in New York and runs a lot of businesses importing and exporting fresh ingredients, which can meet the hotel's 24-hour dish service needs!"

"Our company maintains a very good cooperative relationship with the New York City Government and the Police Department!"

"In addition, if you want to recruit more service personnel in New York who are more in line with your service concept."

"We can organize a talent screening event that has never been done before in New York."

"For example...[-] people, how about that?"

"Choose one from a hundred! Select the two hundred new hotel employees you are most satisfied with."

"Do you think...it's okay?"

(Historically, when Four Seasons Hotel opens a new store in Chicago, it selects only one out of [-] applicants.)

. . .

Isadore Sharp licked his lips, showed a helpless smile, and spread his hands.

"Can I go back and discuss it with my partners?"

"of course can!"

"..Thanks!"

"but!"

The smile on Polly's face gave Isadore a little headache~

"However, I hope to get your answer soon!"

"What if you keep dragging us~"

"We may choose ourselves... to be the hotel!"

"Own?"

"Yes~"

Polly stood up, looked at the women beside her who also stood up, and smiled.

“Your Four Seasons Hotel’s management team, service concept, etc. are really great!”

"but!"

"They're human too!"

"I don't believe that we can't imitate your management model and establish our own according to the strict selection criteria of one in a hundred."

Livlin, who was on the side, also laughed and said, "Yeah~"

"Who would have a grudge against money?"

"We can pay double, triple, or ten times the price to poach your senior management team!"

"By the time.."

Isadore Sharp shook his head with a bitter look on his face, quickly stood up and said: "Okay!"

"I promise... I will give you an accurate answer as soon as possible!"

"I...I'll book a flight back to Canada later..."

"Hahaha~"

"Mr. Sharp, I very much hope that we can achieve a win-win cooperation that satisfies both of us!"

"We are waiting for your good news!?"

"..OK!"

. . .

Isadore Sharp stood at the door of the restaurant, watching the "Detachment of Women" enter the elevator with graceful gait, and put away the somewhat stiff smile on his face.

This is xx. .

He felt a little short of words for his complicated mood at the moment~

The Four Seasons Hotel can emerge from the sea of ​​blood in this hotel in London. .Fight out~

Its founder, Isadore Sharp, is proud!

But he is no fool!

Today's Four Seasons Hotel is still a small shrimp compared to internationally renowned hotel companies such as Sheraton Hotel Group and Hilton Hotel Group. .

But even Isadore thinks that the Four Seasons Hotel is just a little shrimp. .

Why did it attract the attention of this group of "women's army"?

Emm. .

Jellal?

David Coleman?

All kinds of thoughts in Isadore's mind started to surge again~

----

in the elevator.

The five girls of the "Women's Army" looked at each other for a few seconds and couldn't help laughing~

"Hahaha~"

"we won!?"

"Did you see that look on Isadore's face..."

"Yeah~ he's like..."

"Uh-huh!"

. . .

Polly listened to their "celebration" with a smile on her face and looked towards the elevator door~

"Ding ~"

The elevator door opened, and the women walked into David's room. They all walked softly in tacit understanding.

Cui Yingying, who had been sitting in the living room to help take care of David, stood up and smiled and nodded to several people, indicating that he was okay.

At this moment, Polly truly relaxed, pulled Cui Yingying to thank her in a low voice, and walked towards the bedroom.

She looked at the sleeping David through the crack in the door and muttered a few words silently~

Elena quietly walked up behind her, hugged her waist, and gave her as much support as she could.

Among the women, Elena is the only one who can best understand Polly's complicated mood.

She clearly understands that in this world of men, there has never been a so-called "strong woman" in the business world!

Even if there is, it has been "shaped" by others. .doll!