Manhattan Reborn 1978

a new day.

East side of New York City.

Changdao County, Livlin's private villa.

On the first floor, in the restaurant.

David was accompanied by Susan and Cui Yingying. When they came down from the second floor and walked into the restaurant, they happened to see old Mr. Cherov, wearing a white shirt and overalls, with his hair combed meticulously, and holding a newspaper in his hand. , frowning as he watched.

David naturally walked to sit down next to old Cherov, nodded and smiled at a servant serving him, and asked.

"Did something big happen?"

"Well~ see for yourself!"

"Ok!"

David took the newspaper and quickly glanced at the headlines on the front page with a curious expression, and couldn't help but take a deep breath~

"Hi~!"

"More than 900 people!?"

"fxxx!"

"This Jimmy Jones...is dead too!?"

David moved the cutlery and breakfast plate in front of him to the side, unfolded the entire newspaper about this sensational report, and read it carefully.

After a few minutes.

David let out a long breath, handed the newspaper in his hand to Livlin and the girls who had just come down from upstairs, showed a wry smile to old Cherov, and sighed.

"It's impossible for a modern small- to medium-sized war to kill so many people, right?"

"There are nearly three hundred children here..."

"fxxx!"

"This Jimmy Jones, damn it!"

"Those who went to investigate him but gave him a chance to jump over the wall should also pay the price!"

Old Cherov slowly poached a boiled egg in his hand, glanced sideways at David, shook his head slightly, and whispered.

"The CIA did not do its job well, allowing so many American citizens to follow Jimmy Jones to Guyana, and they all died there in the end."

"The congressman who was assigned to lead the investigation was just an unlucky guy who was lying at gunpoint~"

"The key issue is that someone tipped him off!"

"That's why he used cyanide so frantically that he poisoned more than 900 people~"

David turned his head and glanced at the women on the dining table who were shocked and speechless. He nodded slightly and praised the passage.

"What do you think will happen next?"

Old Cherov showed a sneer, took a bite of the boiled egg, shook his head and said: "What else can be done?"

"After the CIA removes a few people, the unlucky congressman will collect the bodies of the deceased people locally on behalf of the government, transport them back to the country, and hold several collective mourning activities."

David is silent ~

At this time, Leslie, who was walking down the stairs, noticed that something was not right about the expressions on everyone's faces at the breakfast table today, so he walked over to Livlin and took a look at the report in the newspaper.

"Hi~"

"whatFXXX!"

Leslie, like David, saw the report clearly and couldn't help but curse out~

Livlin glanced back at Leslie, pulled him to sit down, and asked her father, old Cherov.

"We need to publish about this..."

"No!"

“We don’t understand the details, so it’s inappropriate to say anything~”

"It's best to be like ordinary people and wait and see what happens!"

"...Okay~"

Old Cherov turned his head and looked at David, swallowed the last bit of boiled egg in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth and whispered.

"After breakfast, you go out with me~"

"Ok!"

David pulled over his breakfast plate and ate his breakfast quickly while thinking rapidly about the topics he and old Cherov had talked about last night after Leslie left~

----

West side of New York City.

Jersey City is separated from New York by the Hudson River.

Ben Whitcott, the executive CEO of da company and the eldest brother of the three brothers, was standing in front of a large cold storage warehouse near a dock, chatting and laughing with Lawrence, the head of da security company. .

Not far in front of the two of them, a group of loaders and a dozen soldiers were loading two large trucks with additional food supplies for the DA Security Company's Thanksgiving holiday.

Lawrence smiled sheepishly as he looked at the list given to him by Whitaker.

"Isn't this too much?"

"Hehe~"

"These are just temporary food rations for you during Thanksgiving."

"Polly asked me to tell you what David said. In this kind of festival that is supposed to reunite family members, only if everyone is full and well-fed can people not miss home."

"Understood!"

"Thank you!"

"Hahaha~ The person you should thank the most is not me~"

Lawrence smiled and nodded, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and asked.

"Has anything happened in the company recently?"

Ben Whitcott tilted his head and glanced at Lawrence, smiling: "Man, who do you want to ask?"

"Forehead.."

"Hahaha~"

"Everything is fine~ Don't worry!"

"Ok!"

Lawrence took two puffs of his cigarette and silently looked at the two large trucks that were about to be loaded, feeling a little lost~

. . .

more than an hour later.

New Jersey.

The training base of the security company.

Lawrence stood in front of the base's food warehouse, watching the soldiers unloading the trucks and laughing, and he couldn't help but laugh too~

Beside him, Edward B. Tryon, Cohen, and Jackal also looked at the goods being unloaded from the big truck with different expressions, a little lost~

Old Cui En had sharp eyes, and he spotted a box of whiskey being carried by a soldier. The outer packaging looked familiar.

He stepped forward to stop the soldier, took the box of whiskey, found a handy tool from around, knocked it open, took out a bottle from it, looked at it carefully, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

"Let you drink this good wine... it's a waste!"

"Oh? Is there anything special about it?" Lawrence, Cohen, and Jackal, three guys who didn't know much about wine, gathered next to Old Cui En, curiously took out a bottle from the box, and looked at it repeatedly.

Old Cui En glanced at the three "sticks" around him, shook his head helplessly and smiled.

"It's called Talisker Whiskey."

"The famous British writer and poet Robert Louis Stevenson, in his poem "The Return of the Scotsman", described three types of wine: Talisker, Black Isle, and Glenlivet. King of them all!”

"The Talisker whiskeys we have are all single malt collection-grade products~"

"Look at the date on the box and the bottle...here~"

“They are all sherry barrel-aged original wines produced in 71, and their alcohol concentration exceeds 45% vol~”

Old Cui En played with the Talisker whiskey in his hand a few times with some regret, then gently put it back into the box, looked sideways at the three people around him, and raised a finger.

"The ex-factory price of each bottle here is at least 100 yuan!"

"This was the official ex-factory price shipped to the United States in 71!"

"What do you think this box and six bottles of Talisker would be worth now?"

"Forehead.."

Lawrence, Cohen, and Jackal looked at each other. Jackal smacked his mouth a few times, shook his head and laughed.

"Then let's put away these wines first~"

"wait until.."

"Haha~ I just saw two boxes of Black Island, and I couldn't believe my eyes..."

"Look, if you add those two boxes of Gold Label rum, these six boxes of good wine are worth at least 8000 to [-] yuan~"

"If you meet a connoisseur who knows wine, these wines can easily be sold for tens of thousands of dollars~"

"Lawrence, are you sure you got these drinks... correctly?!"

"Probably... no~"

"Ben Whitcott, when he gave me the drink list, he specifically added that the day before Thanksgiving, we are going to pick up another truck of 40-liter single barrel beer, so that everyone can have a beer on Thanksgiving Day. Drink at least 20 liters of craft beer~”

"20 liters!?"

"fxxx!"

"Does he think this is a concentration camp for drunkards?"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

After a few people joked for a while.

Old Cui En walked slowly to the door of the warehouse, glanced at the piles of frozen turkeys inside, and was silent.

Cohen seemed to be able to understand the complicated mood of Old Cui En at this moment, walked to him, and laughed softly.

"When we were in Vietnam..."

"Haha~ This is not Vietnam!"

"This is fucking New Jersey!"

"Your boss is so generous to you..."

"Have you ever thought about... what he would want you to do?"

The expression on Cohen's face was stiff for a few seconds. He looked back at Lawrence and Jackal who were following him, took a deep breath and whispered.

"You've also seen it these past few days~"

"Among our group, there are only a few who can find their families and reunite with them during the festival... We can't even get four of us together~"

"Two of them just sent a sum of money and gifts to their ex-wife and children... They didn't even dare to meet them in person..."

"What do you think is left of our group?"

"Except for our comrades, there is no one left~ Cui En!"

The jackal tilted his head and glanced at Lawrence, who lowered his head and said nothing, patted his shoulder and smiled.

"What about you? You should go back and take a look, right?"

Old Cui En also looked at Lawrence, who once had a wife, children, and a happy family.

Lawrence pursed his lips, shook his head slightly, took a breath, and sighed.

"They are all doing well now~"

"I can no longer disturb their peaceful life~"

"..."

Old Cui En rubbed the ground beneath his feet several times with his toes, suppressing the discomfort in his heart and jokingly said.

"Okay~"

"What we need to think about most now is how to make these turkeys!"

“It just so happens that what I’m good at at home is turkey sauce~”

"You guys are in for a treat this time~"

"Hahaha~"

Lawrence showed a somewhat stiff smile and continued: "When we go to pick up beer, the company will match us with eight kinds of turkey sauce~"

"If you miss, so will we..."

"fxxx!"

"You haven't eaten yet, how do you know I will miss it?"

"Hahahaha~ That's not necessarily the case!"

"Hahaha~"

----

New York, east of downtown.

The North Shore of Nassau County, Long Island, is one of the wealthiest residential areas in the New York area. It is also a wealthy residential area with the highest per capita income in small towns in the United States.

The north shore of Soho County, which is adjacent to Nassau County, is the favorite area for many New York celebrities and wealthy businessmen to live.

. . .

The car David and Old Cherov were riding in slowly drove into the iron gate of a large manor.

Under the cover of a large forest, a four-story house with a floor height of at least 5 meters appeared in David's sight~

Old Cherov glanced out the car window and whispered.

"This is the private residence of Thomas M. Mellon~"

"You can also go in with me to meet them. There are some old acquaintances of yours~"

"..OK!"

David paused for two seconds and then said: "Thank you, uncle!"

"Hehe~"

Old Cherov looked at the middle-aged housekeeper coming towards the car as it slowly stopped, shook his head slightly and smiled.

"Didn't we already talk about it last night?"

"My present is most likely your future~"

"We are different from Morgan, Mellon, and Rockefeller!"

“We are the first generation to create wealth!”

Old Cherov's eyes flashed with some light that made David feel excited. He put away his smile and said seriously.

"Boy! Your journey has just begun~"

"Don't always pin all your hopes of becoming stronger on others!"

"The foundation is that one's own strength is strong!"

David showed an "understanding" smile and nodded: "I will!"

"Hmm~"

"Let's go!"

. . .

Big house, second floor.

Old Cherov seemed to be very familiar with this place and walked in front of the housekeeper. He came to a double wooden door that was nearly 3 meters wide. He opened the door and walked in naturally.

David, who followed him, nodded to Mr. Butler and walked into this spacious room that was furnished like a living room or a study.

in the room.

Several people who were familiar to David, and three strangers, all cast their eyes at the door.

"Hahaha~ Why did you come here too?"

Among the people David was familiar with, the first person to stand up and "show" his welcoming attitude was Julie!

(Julie, Judith K. Morgan, appears in Chapter 354, one of the talkative people of the Morgan family.)

"You are here too, Uncle Julie!"

When David saw Julie complimenting him so much, he nodded politely to everyone, walked up to Julie first, and smiled affectionately.

Old Cherov seemed to be unaware of this and directly found a place to sit down.

Seamus Norton, who had just sat next to Julie, also stood up with a smile, patted David's arm and smiled.

"Come on, let me introduce you to everyone first!"

"Ok!"

Under Julie's smile, Seamus pulled David two steps forward and said with a smile: "Today's owner, Mr. Thomas Mellon, have you met him last time?"

"Yes! Hello Uncle Thomas~"

"Haha~ Hello, kid!" Thomas Mellon nodded slightly and smiled very kindly.

"Well~Old David, you have seen it too~"

"He stole a lot of money from your pocket~"

"No need to say hello to him!"

"Hahaha~ I think... I should thank you..."

"Hahaha~" Old David Rockefeller laughed and waved to David, pointing at Seamus and jokingly said.

"You guy...am I the kind of person who likes to take advantage of you?"

"Haha~" Seamus patted David on the back and smiled twice at Old David, causing everyone to burst into laughter~

"Hahaha~"

. . .

After the laughter, Seamus also finished introducing acquaintances, and then began to introduce three strangers that David was not familiar with.

"This is Davis Crown, from Chicago."

"You have to call me uncle!"

"Uncle Davis? Hello, I'm David Coleman!"

"Hello, David!" Davis Crown, whose hair and beard were meticulously taken care of, wearing an old gentleman's vest and an old-style two-button suit, nodded to David with a friendly smile.

Seamus continued to introduce without pausing: "This is Berg Stillman, the major shareholder of Citibank."

David grinned, nodded with a smile, and said politely: "Hello, Uncle Berg! I'm David!"

"Hello!" From his appearance, Berg Stillman looked like he was over sixty years old. He nodded slightly and smiled without saying too much.

"Then David...the last one is the famous Grant Hill, my good friend!"

"Hello, Uncle Grant!"

Grant Hill stood up with a smile. He was half a head taller than David, estimated to be over 1.9 meters tall. .

He glared at Seamus sideways, stretched out his right hand kindly to David, and said with a smile: "I will definitely be there for your and Lilith's engagement ceremony!"

"Thank you!"

"Hahaha~ Go sit down!"

"Ok!"

. . .

Several people sat down again, and David followed and sat next to Seamus and Julie. He looked at the old Cherov, nodded slightly to him, and expressed his gratitude again.

The size of today's gathering was far beyond his imagination~

From today's heavyweights, David discovered key issues that he had always ignored.

Crisis always coexists with opportunity~

However, how to seize the opportunity and turn it into one's own use is the focus of testing one's wisdom, skill and courage.

Archimedes once said, as long as you give me a fulcrum, I will move the entire earth!

The oil crisis is what David thinks is the fulcrum!

So. .What about leverage?

The extremely huge funds should be converted into leverage~

Power?

Power, where does it come from?

It comes from the hands of some of the big guys here!

. . .

While David's mind was overclocking rapidly, Julie, who seemed to be the youngest among the big bosses, spoke first.

"I went to Singapore a few days ago and talked about Temasek's shares."

"The preliminary agreement is completed~"

"As long as we are willing to give up all our shares in Temasek, they will fully cooperate with us..."

"Ok!"

"What do you think?"

Thomas Mellon, the host of today's party, looked at the people present.

After a short silence, old Cherov was the first to speak: "I have no problem!"

"Yeah, sure!" Old David also replied.

"..."

The remaining Davis Crown, Berg Stillman, and Grant Hill also nodded silently, agreeing to the terms of exchange for Julie's trip to Singapore.

"Ok!"

"Next? Who's coming?" Thomas Mellon asked those present, but his eyes looked at the old Cherov who arrived last.

Old Cherov stared at the carpet not far away, thought for a moment, and whispered: "I went back and met with Old Wharton twice and talked about him in the island country and those people..."

. . .

Time is always like a stream of light, slipping away inadvertently~

Nearly two hours later.

David followed Julie and Seamus out of Thomas Mellon's private house, got into a car, and drove out of the villa.

on the way.

David, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at the driver who looked familiar, turned to Seamus and Julie sitting in the back seat and smiled.

"I thought the gathering just now was just a small one..."

"Hehe~"

Julie and Seamus looked at each other, spread their hands and said with a smile: "You kid, you are really... bold and shameless!"

"Well... these are the only few points I have!"

"Hahaha~"

Seamus laughed and joked: "You came in with old Cherov just now, I thought you became his son-in-law!"

"Stop joking!"

"Livlin and Leslie are a couple and have nothing to do with me!"

"Hehe~"

"What are you guilty of?"

"This really doesn't exist!"

"Hahaha~"

Julie smiled with a tigerish face and whispered: "Your boy took her to London to attend Westler's cocktail party... and even took her to play around~"

"You don't have it in mind..."

"No!!"

"Hahaha~"

David grimaced, scratched his head vigorously, and explained amidst the laughter of Julie and Seamus.

"I know that there are very few opportunities in life that can change one's destiny - only... reincarnation, school entrance exams and marriage!"

"But I really never thought about using marriage to seek any benefits!"

"Even if I knew about the dilemma that old Cherov is facing now and has no successor, I would not use Livlin's life happiness as a wedding dress for my career!"

"Friends can only be friends with each other with all their heart and protect them with all their heart - they can never be exploited with all their heart!"

"This is my bottom line!"

"..."

After listening to David's explanation, both Julie and Seamus were silent for two seconds~

When David saw the silence between the two of them, he smiled calmly and continued.

"What if, starting from tomorrow, I become a pauper again~"

"My friends will not leave me because of my poverty!"

"Money is very important to everyone!"

"Same to me!"

"But~"

"It is not the whole of my life, not the whole of my vision, not the whole of my life!"

"If I have money, I can make more money~ That's great!"

“It allows me to help more people and do more things~”

"But without them, I can happily be a bartender working in a bar again~"

"After all, no one can take away my superb bartending skills~"

“With them, I don’t have to worry about my source of income~”

"With family, lovers, and friends, I won't have to worry about my life being boring~"

"I've always been lucky!"

"I also firmly believe! I will always be lucky~"

"..Haha~"

Seamus tilted his head and glanced at Julie, who couldn't help but smile. He gave David a thumbs up and nodded.

"You kid, you are far more thoughtful and understanding than your peers~"

"Hehe~"

"You're so flattering~"

"Now that I have a little money, I have the courage to brag in front of you."

"If it were a few months ago, I was still a pauper~"

"Give me some courage, I don't even dare to say these words~"

"Hahahaha~"

"You weren't a pauper a few months ago, were you?"

"Can't you go home and inherit the family business...the soda factory?"

"Uh...hehe~ Yes!"

David raised his head slightly, rolled his eyes and thought for a while: "I seem to have another... very successful movie investment, but I haven't received any money!"

"That's a full thirty thousand meters!"

"...Hahahaha~"

This time, Julie also laughed, pointing at David and laughing for a long time, but she couldn't think of a suitable word to "praise" him.

The film investment David is talking about is, of course, the one he invested in and filmed for street girl Tangtang, a restricted film called "Little Red Riding Hood"~

Julie knows this information, and so does Seamus~

That's why they were amused by David's "self-deprecating" joke~