Manhattan Reborn 1978

London.

Four Seasons Hotel Park Lane.

in the room.

David took the microphone from little Peter with a bitter look on his face and said softly.

"I'm David!"

"Yes ~ Deborah."

"I.."

"Okay, I will take a good rest~"

"Huh?? You guessed it?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Ah~ I can..."

"But.."

"Oh~ nono! Hello~ Deborah..."

"Hello, Earl Spencer!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sick today because of my health..."

"Catherine she..."

"Yes, I know you have been treating her..."

"..ok~I promise!"

"Don't worry, I will never..."

"Ok!"

"Goodbye, sir!"

"Dududu~"

David looked at the microphone in his hand with blind tone coming out, turned his head and glanced at Little Peter and Canes, shook his head helplessly and smiled.

"Miss Catherine Matilda Swinton."

"If you agree to go to New York with us... for fun ~ let's meet here tomorrow and set off together?!"

Catherine, who had been sitting quietly on the edge and watching the whole process, stood up slowly, adjusted her gorgeous clothes, tilted her head slightly, and asked curiously.

"The time for stars is only at night!?"

"You said that after 500 years of silent watching, I only waited for an apology...?"

"Why...my short hair looks like flames?"

"Hahaha~"

Amid the laughter of Carnes, Little Peter, and Polly, David raised his hand and scratched his head, stared at Catherine for a while, and then suddenly asked.

"Can I call you, Tilda Swinton?"

"Tilda? Okay~"

"Ok!"

"Tilda, if you want to know... its story, the next time I come to London..."

"No!"

"I'll be back before noon tomorrow. We're on a flight to New York. Please tell me clearly!"

"..that's okay~"

"Hahaha~" Kanesi pressed Little Peter's shoulders, feeling like he was out of breath from laughing so hard.

Little Peter took a few steps away with a look of disgust on his face, glanced around, and smiled at David: "You are leaving tomorrow... I will come and see you off~"

"I'll be there next time you come to London..."

"Okay! We have an agreement!"

"Hmm~"

"Before you leave tomorrow, Kanes and I will give you a small gift!"

"Goodbye, David~ Goodbye, beautiful ladies!"

"Goodbye~"

After saying that, little Peter stretched out his hand to Tilda Swinton, and the two walked out of the room one after another.

Karnes held on to the cabinet, finally took a breath, and asked with a smile to David, who was sitting on the sofa and covering his forehead.

"Have you thought about how to read that story?"

"...I have a headache~"

"Hahaha~ That's right! Let you talk nonsense!"

"..." David silently raised his middle finger to him.

How could Karnes suffer?

He also smiled and responded with a contemptuous gesture, and said with a smile: "I hope you, little butterfly, are ready to face the storm~"

"Elena, can you give me a goodbye hug?"

Elena glanced at David and the girls, stepped forward generously, hugged Kanes, and whispered in his ear.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome~! Haha~"

"I'm leaving, David!"

"Goodbye ladies!"

"goodbye!"

. . .

After half an hour.

in the bedroom.

David lay on the bed with his back naked. Cui Yingying held a short-handled hornwood comb in her hand and gently moved it down along the Dazhui acupoint on the back of his neck to the Mingmen acupoint on the lower back. , a clear purple-red Sha band was scraped out.

Then, she scraped from the Feishu points on both sides of David's cervical vertebra, along the two muscles protecting the spine, all the way down to the Shenshu point.

Livlin, Elena and Polly, who were standing silently not far away, watched Cui Yingying take the ox-horn comb and just scrape it up and down several times, leaving three purple streaks on David's back. There were red traces of blood stasis, and I felt a little itchy on my back. .Uncomfortable~

Livlin raised her eyebrows and asked curiously: "Do you think... it hurts?"

"Hmm~ It's okay, it's quite comfortable~" David, lying on the bed, hummed with a contented look on his face.

"..."

Elena hugged Polly's waist and said with a smile: "This kind of treatment method... should be similar to massage, right? I have only heard of it before, and today is the first time I saw it~"

Cui Yingying frowned slightly, looked at the blood stasis marks on David's back, and whispered: "You have cold moisture attached to the surface of your internal organs. The two medicines I gave you have no effect of activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis." ~"

"Do you still have a headache now?"

"A little.."

"Then sit up and I'll give you some soothing massage~"

"Okay~"

David turned over and sat up, wrapped the quilt around him, looked at Carnes and Little Peter, and said with a smile: "Wait a minute... Do you want to try too?"

"No need~"

"Hahaha~"

Livlin walked to the bedroom door and glanced at the little secretary Maggie who was holding a microphone in the living room.

"Are we going back to New York tomorrow?"

"Yeah~ Thanksgiving is only a week away!"

"After I finish the backlog of work in the company, I will rush back to spend the holidays with my parents."

"Oh~"

"You guys sit down~ Cui Yingying is one of our own. Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

David felt that the strength of his little hand on his head suddenly became lighter, and he turned around and said with a smile: "Work hard~ Don't be distracted!"

Cui Yingying pursed her lips and pressed her fingers slightly harder.

"Yeah... right here!"

"Yes~ then back...ah~ it feels so comfortable!"

"Polly, why don't you speak?"

"Hehe~"

Elena crossed her arms and walked to the window, looked at the distant scenery outside, and smiled.

"You know what we want to ask~"

"Um...you want to ask me about my stay at Windsor Castle?"

"Yup!"

David smiled bitterly, spread his hands and said, "Just because... you have to keep staring at me? As for that?"

"Hahaha~"

"Who asked you to say those weird words?"

"That's not your style!"

"..All right!"

David shook his head and signaled Cui Yingying to stop first. He leaned back on her legs to find a support point for his aching and weak body. He pondered for a moment and waved to the three women.

"You all come and sit~"

"ok~"

David motioned to Cui Yingying behind him, and the two adjusted their positions until Livlin, Polly, and Elena were all seated.

He sighed, looked at Polly and smiled bitterly: "Did you find out?"

"When Charles walked over, his eyes were always observing us, a group of strangers~"

"..Hmm~"

"What happened next? If it hadn't been for the words of Deborah, Gerald, Karnes and little Peter, I...this strange boy who came from New York to join in on his birthday party would never be remembered by him!"

Polly frowned, thinking carefully about the situation at that time, and nodded slightly: "It's understandable, after all, he is the British Crown Prince~"

"Hehe~"

Livlin fell into Elena's arms without restraint and sneered: "I think his eyes never left Diana and the others~"

"Hahaha~"

"You discovered all of this?"

"Tch~ This is obvious~"

"So? You continue to analyze and analyze~"

"So...that's why Deborah took the initiative to mention that General Mountbatten came in?"

"Then?"

"Then...she arranged for Tilda Swinton to come over and planned to...have a private chat with the Spencer sisters?"

David nodded in surprise, shook his head again and said with a smile, "More?!"

"Uh..No more~"

"Speak quickly! Stop being so pretentious!"

"Haha~okok~"

David turned his head and signaled Cui Yingying to stop the massage, pulled her and asked her to sit beside him, spread her hands, and gently brushed the small scars on her hands with his fingertips, and said.

"When Deborah finished talking about naughty little things, Charles looked at me and the people around me very keenly~"

"His eyes paused briefly on Yingying's hand!"

"Jeral felt it, and moved slightly, blocking his view, directly interrupting Charles's words, and introduced me to him again!"

"And then?"

David held Cui Yingying's hands, glanced across the faces of the three women with different expressions, and turned his head to look at Cui Yingying beside him.

"Then you slowly put your hands behind your back and never raised your head..."

"Yingying!"

"Promise me that from now on, we will always be by your side and support you~ You have to bravely hold your head up and face everyone's eyes, okay!"

Cui Yingying's face was flushed, she bit her lip hard, nodded and said: "Okay!"

"Ok!"

"Hehe~"

David let go of her hands with satisfaction, raised his arms, put his arms around her shoulders, and the three women opposite laughed.

"We are all family members from now on!"

"Tch~rascal!"

Livlin didn't accept his trick, she curled her lips, rolled her eyes, and said with a bad smile: "That's how you... fooled Elena into getting it, right?"

David shook his head proudly and stretched out his hand to Polly: "This is called exchanging sincerity for sincerity! Do you understand?"

"You know nothing! You are just a playboy!"

"Hahaha~"

Polly sat next to David, hugged his arm, and asked with a smile.

"Keep talking~"

"Any more?"

"Yes, I have!"

David motioned to Cui Yingying and asked her and Polly to move inside. Then David half-leaned back on the two of them and smiled at Livlin and Elena.

"Polly has almost no contact with Deborah~ What about you? What do you think of her?"

Livlin lay directly on Elena's lap, shook her feet, pointed her chin with her finger, thought for a while and said.

"She and Jellal have an amazing tacit understanding?"

"...Elena, what do you think?"

"Hmm... She's not exactly like Jellal said... She doesn't care about worldly affairs~?"

"Hehe~"

"You are all right!"

David turned his head to look at Polly and explained: "Geral entered boarding school when he was about ten years old... Deborah..."

"Oh~" Polly nodded understandingly.

David continued: "Deborah, judging from the few days we have been in contact..."

. . .

London afternoon.

The clock hasn't reached 17 o'clock, and night has quietly fallen~

in the bedroom.

David had his dinner, drank his medicine, and fell into a deep sleep~

Polly whispered a few words to Cui Yingying, asking her to take good care of David with peace of mind, and then walked out of the bedroom, leaving a small gap in the door.

in the living room.

Elena and the little secretary Maggie watched Polly sit down.

Elena smiled: "Lawyers, doctors and accountants?"

Polly bit her lower lip, nodded slightly and said, "Lawyer George McClung, you can trust me!"

"Cui Yingying, she has passed the preliminary assessment~"

"Only Erwin and Pitman Olena remain!"

"With Andy here, we don't have to worry about these problems in the company for the time being~"

"But... Maggie, when you go back, remember to remind David to focus on inspecting the company's financial staff, Erwin and Olena!"

"Okay!" Maggie, the little secretary, lowered her head and wrote this down in her notebook.

Polly looked at Elena with burning eyes, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and then she immediately became determined and asked.

"Livlin?!"

Elena raised her eyebrows in surprise~

The little secretary Maggie quickly lowered her head and was about to get up and leave~

Polly waved her hand domineeringly: "Maggie, before you decide to leave, there are no secrets between us!"

Maggie stiffened for a moment, frowned, and whispered: "I still...can I leave?"

"Haha~ As long as you can convince David to let you go~ you can leave at any time!"

Maggie looked down at her twisted hands and sat down silently.

Elena saw her tangled look, stood up and sat next to her, smiling.

"Through this period of time together, you should also know something about David's personality, right?"

"Hehe~"

"I stay here voluntarily!"

"You are different~"

"If you like this job and want to keep doing it, we very much hope you can stay~"

"But you are resistant to this job, or... you have your own worries and considerations, and we can understand you, Maggie!"

Elena held Maggie's little hand, gave her some time, and smiled at Polly.

"Livlin, it's impossible!"

"Toby...it's impossible~"

"It's Cui Yingying..."

"I see!"

Polly frowned, glanced at Maggie, looked at Elena and whispered: "I hate Austin Parker's neurosis."

"I don't really believe in his guarantee to you either~"

Elena smiled calmly and said: "I understand ~ my past experiences and secrets..."

"We're not talking about the past!"

"...now and in the future?"

"Hehe~"

"If Maggie doesn't choose to leave, she can help you!"

Polly looked at Maggie who lowered her head and said nothing, exhaled a long breath, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Before I came to London...how could David resist touching you?"

Elena put away some of her smile, pursed her lips and whispered: "He should have imagined me as your... stand-in~"

Polly smiled brightly: "Where's Tilda Swinton?"

"Hehe~"

"Has he written poems to anyone before?"

"No, are those two sentences considered poetry?"

Elena shrugged and said with a smile: "I guess, no one has written poems for me anyway... I don't know either~"

"Hahaha~ When his illness is cured, let him..."

Polly crossed her legs, shook her head and laughed.

----

new York.

Wall Street, Stanley [-]th Floor.

Sam Rogers sat behind his desk, frowning as he looked at the documents in his hand.

In the company, since David last set up a preliminary investment plan, the money on the books in Chase Manhattan Bank has never been touched~

In recent days, David has left New York, and Sam, as his caretaker, has never allowed you to take time off~

Obviously, David is the kind of Wall Street legend who is the most popular among workers. .Get rid of the boss~

In addition to having his own "unique" opinions on the general direction, he left all the detailed work to Sam and Mu Brandes~

Just now, when Mu Brandes came over to call Sam for lunch, he mentioned the heating oil futures contract to him in a joking tone.

Its price has gone up again!

The price of next February heating oil futures contract has risen by another 14% in just one week!

However, Sam did not feel sorry for this latest news. Instead, he sighed happily to his old friend.

“That’s what David always calls a win-win, right?”

"Hahaha~"

Mu Brandes smiled and shook his head, and left the office with satisfaction.

Sam couldn't help but shook his head after watching his old friend leave.

Both of them are extremely lucky to have joined the company now, shouldering heavy responsibilities and becoming the first mate and second mate on this ship~

Captain David, they give their best advice when it comes to any choice.

Captain David, what goals have you proposed, and they will do their best to make it happen~

. . .

"Clang~clang~"

"Please come in~"

Sam looked up at the door and saw young Bob Rockefeller walking in with a smile on his face.

"Hi Bob, what's up?"

"I've got the documents you asked for and sent them to you~"

"Ok~ Just put it here! I'll take a look at it later."

"Ok~"

Bob put down the document, hesitated for a few seconds with a slight hesitation on his face, took two steps sideways, and sat opposite Sam.

Sam raised his eyebrows, looked at him and smiled: "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Bob rubbed his hands and asked nervously: "I'm a little impatient... I don't know which direction to choose~"

"So, I want to ask you to give me a little..."

"help?"

"Correct!"

"Hehe~"

Sam Rogers put down the document in his hand, rubbed his chin with his right index finger, looked at Bob and said seriously.

"You're a graduate of the University of Chicago Graduate School of Business, right?"

"Ok!"

"When I just graduated, I went through a period of confusion like yours~"

"Later, I was lucky enough to join Goldman Sachs. It was during my work that I slowly discovered my talents and interests."

"You just said...talent?"

"Yes~"

Sam picked up the pen from the table in front of him, wrote these two words on a small piece of paper, handed it to Bob, and explained.

"God has given each of us various talents~"

"But he didn't write everyone's talents on their foreheads..."

"Hahaha~" Bob held the note in his hand and laughed.

Sam also laughed and continued: "If your interest can be combined with your work so that you can find fun in your work, that would be the most perfect thing~"

"Your family can support some of your interests and hobbies into a career."

"Why don't you...?" Sam raised his eyebrows at Bob and put away his smile. He shook his head very seriously and said, "My biggest interest now is to surpass." . "

"The founder of your family, John Sr.?"

"Uh... no! He's a little too far~"

"I want to surpass my grandfather, Louis!"

"Oh~ He is known as the father of Wall Street venture capital~"

"Yes!"

Sam showed a surprised smile, nodded and said: "If you were in other companies, I don't think you would have such an opportunity~"

Bob's eyes sparkled as he asked, "Will David support me?"

"Haha~ If you can understand why your grandfather Louis succeeded~ David, of course he will support you!"

Bob was speechless for a few seconds and said with a wry smile: "He didn't tell me this...I didn't ask him either~"

"Then...what did he tell you?"

Bob frowned, turned his head to look at the window, thought for a while and said: "He said... After I work, I need to understand the two most basic rules~"

"One is a rule that everyone in society follows tacitly~"

"It is generally friendly and has blurred boundaries. It does not ask for immediate reward~"

"For example, just because I help a colleague open the elevator door does not mean that he must return this small favor to me right away."

"Another rule, but completely opposite to it~"

"My grandfather, Louis, called it the rules of the market."

"In the market, there is no trustworthy friendship, and the boundaries are very clear."

"Everyone here treats work and business in a black and white manner - such as wages, prices, bonuses, interest, costs, profits, etc."

Bob looked at Sam with understanding and continued: "He said...this relationship is not evil or despicable~"

"It means comparison of benefits and immediate reimbursement."

"If I am within the scope of this rule, I must abide by it, distribute according to need, get reward according to work, and punish according to crime."

Sam pursed his lips, picked up a pen and wrote down a few key words in these words, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Now I understand why David...always carries a notebook with him~"

"Bob, I can't give you a satisfactory answer to your question~"

"You'd better wait until David comes back and ask him yourself."

Bob nodded and smiled understandingly: "Yes~ what Grandpa Lewis said is black and white...it doesn't seem to be very accurate for David~"

Sam was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, frowned and said.

"Bob!"

"I need to remind you that there is no longer a person in this world who is as contradictory as David and yet can be trusted~"

"Anyone who wants to imitate him...will never succeed!"

"Ok!"

"Thank you, Sam!"

"Haha~ This is nothing, I can't help you either~"

Bob stood up and shrugged: "You have already helped~"

"Don't be like David!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

Bob, gone.

Sam also walked to the window, stretched his shoulders, and couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met David.

Otis Parker! ?

That nervous guy hasn’t appeared in recent days~

What is he doing?

----

Manhattan.

Power Plant Recording Studio.

Zina sat in teachers Tony and David's office, smiling at her old friend Aretha Louise Franklin.

"What's the name of the guy you're talking about?"

"Gino Bachwin."

"Oh~ He's a big fat black man, right?"

"Yes ~ you know him too?"

Zina smiled and nodded, picked up the cigarette on the table, lit it, blew out a cloud of smoke, and shrugged.

"His nickname is Mooshu. The black boy you saw just now, Luther Vandross, is the signed singer of their record company."

"Madonna also signed a singer contract with their company~"

Aretha nodded suddenly, lit one for herself, and said with a smile: "You have acquaintances and friends at major record companies like Warner and Columbia, right?"

"Why did you sign a contract with him?"

"Hehe~"

Zina chuckled twice, thought about it, and finally answered honestly: "Gino Bachwin is just the manager of the company."

"The owner of that record company is Shinny, a gang leader from the Bronx."

"My boss is working with Sinney, and he has some shares in this record company."

"So... you understand?"

Aretha narrowed her eyes in the smoke: "Sinnie? I've heard of him..."

"He wasn't...retired some time ago?"

"Hehe~"

"His successor is named Karu. Do you want to meet him?"

".. Still not working~"

"My life is already messy enough~"

"Hahaha~"

Zina stood up, put out the cigarette butt in her hand, and said with a smile: "Your private life... I can't help you~"

"But if you want to change jobs, change to a management company or a record company~"

"I would suggest you come to our company~"

Aretha blew out a cloud of smoke and said with a smile: "Let's talk about this later!"

"My goddaughter Whitney Houston, I want to sign a contract with her..."

"How about letting her sign a contract with your agency first?"

"Daughter?"

"Yeah! That child is very talented. Since her voice has passed the voice-changing period, the high notes have become wider~"

"She lives in Newark, New Jersey. I can ask her to come over sometime and you can meet and chat~"

Zina thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay!"

"Give me her home phone number, and I'll find time to visit her home~"

"Ok!"