Manhattan Reborn 1978

a new day.

new York.

If you follow the 59th Street Bridge in Manhattan and head east into Queens, it only takes less than 15 minutes to reach the most charming and diverse community in Queens, Astoria!

In Astoria, flavor, style and creativity from around the world come together~

It is an ideal resting place in the busy life of New York. It is more like a hidden gem. When you discover it, its charm will burst out to you~

. . .

New York FBI director Harold Stone and Harris Schultz held a low-key, simple wedding yesterday.

So, when the early morning sunlight shone through the window into their apartment in Astoria, Harold Stone still felt like he was dreaming. .

"click~"

The bedroom door was opened from the inside~

Harold Stone, who was resting on the sofa in the living room, sat up and greeted his newlywed wife, Harris Schultz, who was wearing a nightgown and had a lazy and charming look.

"Morning~ my dear!"

"Oh~ good morning!"

"How long until you go to work?"

"I'll make breakfast for you right now~"

Harold Stone looked at his "wife" Harris Schultz with some surprise and walked into the kitchen. He couldn't help but show a meaningful smile. He quickly stood up and put on his slippers, and chased after her with a smile.

"I rest today!"

"It just so happened that we received some gift money for our wedding..."

"Do you want to add anything to the house?"

"I can stay with you today!"

"Gift money?" Schultz held the refrigerator door with his right hand, tilted his head and looked at Harold, and asked with a faint smile on his lips.

"how many?"

"There are more than 3000 knives in total~"

"Oh~ bring it?"

"Uh... Okay!" Harold quickly took out a large envelope from his coat pocket on the sofa and placed it on the kitchen table, smiling.

"It's all here~"

"Yeah~ very good!"

"from now on.."

"From now on, all my income will be managed by you!"

"Hehe~"

Schultz held two eggs in his hand, closed the refrigerator door, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile.

"Do you still remember Elena and the others who came to the wedding yesterday?"

"Of course!"

"Among the women who came here with Elena, there was one named Xina... did you know?"

Harold Stone blinked a few times, sat at the dining table, and nodded: "I have heard of her and met her by chance~but I have never talked to her in person."

"Hmm~"

"Elena told me that there is a job with Zina that is suitable for me! I thought about it last night and decided to agree to her!"

"Housewife...not for me!"

"What do you say?"

"No problem!" Harold answered very quickly and simply~

He took the glass of cold milk handed over by Schultz with a smile, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"However, after you get this new job, shouldn't your name also be added..."

"Hehe~"

Schultz, who turned on the stove and prepared to fry eggs, turned back to glare at Harold, thought about it, and shrugged helplessly.

"Mrs. Harris Schultz Stone!?"

"Ok!"

"Perfect!"

"Hahaha~"

"Mrs. Stone!"

"Yeah~ OK, OK!"

"What good?"

"Go wash up!"

"Hey~hahaha~good!" Harold Stone raised his neck and drank the milk in his hand, then ran into the bathroom quickly.

. . .

ten minutes later.

On the table.

Mrs. Harris Schultz Stone took out a third of the gift envelope and pushed it to Harold, smiling.

"You take this money~"

"From now on, you will give me half of your monthly salary!"

"Okay~" Harold happily put away the banknotes, put a piece of fried egg into his mouth with a cutlery, and said with a smile.

"I'm going to open a joint account for our husband and wife today."

"From now on, when I get paid every month, I will deposit and withdraw the money directly~"

"Joint account?" Mrs. Stone stopped what she was doing, sneered and said.

"This apartment is mine, and so is the car downstairs~"

"Besides your car and a pile of old clothes...what else do you have in this house?"

"Uh..." Harold smiled awkwardly.

Mrs. Stone raised her eyebrows and continued: "Let's have breakfast first~"

"There is a notarized property certificate drawn up by a lawyer in my room. You can go and sign it later!"

"Before yesterday, what was mine was mine!"

"From today on, what's yours is also mine!"

"If you don't work hard in the future and have no income... I can only let you leave and sleep on the street~"

"Haha~ No, no!"

Harold suddenly felt that the pressure in his life had increased sharply. .This delicious breakfast was a bit hard for him to swallow~

Mrs. Stone, who had been observing him silently, had a hint of pride on her lips, tapped the table twice with her fingers, and said.

"Eat quickly! Eat clean!"

"There are still several important things missing at home, and they haven't been paid yet!"

“You’ll go to Macy’s Department Store for me in a minute!”

"..OK!"

Harold lowered his head and prayed silently for a few seconds for the "pocket money" he had just received in his pocket~

----

Wall Street.

Stanley fourth floor.

Lawrence, the head of the DA security company, wearing a crisp suit, sat quietly diagonally across from his secretary Maggie, and gave David, who came to work, a big surprise.

"Wow~Lawrence?"

"Are you going to work here too?"

"Hahaha~"

"It's not bad, right?"

"Pretty good!"

"You are already a Wall Street business elite!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

David and Lawrence joked a few words easily and walked into the office.

Edward B. Tryon, who had been following Lawrence silently, also followed the two of them and stopped in the office, waiting for Lawrence's introduction.

"Oh~Boss!"

"This is what I mentioned to you..."

David extended his right hand to Old Cui En, who had already noticed him at the door just now, and said with a smile.

"Welcome to join our family!"

"Thank you!"

"Please sit down~"

"Maggie, give us a few drinks..."

"Coffee, right?"

"Oh~ Lawrence, Trin, can you have some coffee?"

"Of course!"

"Um.."

"ok~"

. . .

David took off his coat and took out a few newly bought notebooks from his briefcase. Under the strange and aggrieved look of his secretary Maggie, he quickly explained a few words and finally dispelled her doubts~

After sitting down, David asked the two about the recent construction of the security company's training base, everyone's training situation, living conditions, etc.

Lawrence, as the person in charge of the training base, gave a very clear explanation of the current situation of the training base and the status of the soldiers.

"The last construction project inside the base, a three-story brick-concrete building, was completed a few days ago~"

"It solves the accommodation problem for all personnel. We only need to buy some iron bunk beds from the military camp and it can be put into use~"

"There are also two training grounds with different functions, one large and one small, which can meet our daily training needs."

"The canteen and conference room in the base have also completed the final interior decoration and will be ready for normal use before Thanksgiving~"

"Due to the large changes in outdoor temperatures recently, the guys at the base have been busy making some simple common furniture for the canteen and dormitory buildings these days~"

"Cohen went to the mayor of the town near the base and hired three chefs, several cooks, and workers for the canteen to solve the most important problem of eating~"

. . .

After listening to Lawrence's "report", David jotted down a few key points and asked casually.

"Heating, entertainment, and rest, how do you arrange these three points?"

"The heating problem has been solved by finding someone to install a coal-fired boiler in the base~"

"Entertainment and rest..."

"We came here today just to ask you... What entertainment facilities are more suitable to install in the base?"

David blinked a few times, spread his hands and said with a smile, "You have to ask yourself this?"

"What do you want?"

"Um...anything is fine!"

"Hahaha~"

"That means... you want everything?"

"...No!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

After the joke, David seriously considered the arrangements for the entertainment facilities in the training base.

He simply waved his hand and said with a heroic smile: "You can buy whatever you want and I'll pay for it~ How about that?"

"Forehead.."

Lawrence glanced at Old Cui En beside him, smiled sheepishly: "I just wanted to..."

"Yeah~ It's settled!"

"It just so happens that department stores are having promotions recently. You can call back to the base later to call for people or taxis. We can go to the department store together and buy whatever you like~"

"Take my credit card!"

"When you're done using it, remember to send it back! If I'm not here, just give it to Maggie~"

"..ok!"

Lawrence did this to David. . The "rich man" threw me a credit card and didn't know what to say~

Old Cui En, who had been silent all this time, suddenly pulled Lawrence under the table. After pondering for a few seconds, he smiled.

"The New York Police Department has issued a request for assistance."

"They want us to set up temporary checkpoints at nearly 100 subway station entrances and exits in Manhattan to ensure the safety and order of the Thanksgiving morning parade~"

David fiddled with the pen in his hand and smiled: "This is a good thing!"

"We can deepen our cooperative relationship with the New York Police Department, and it will be much more convenient for me to arrange new jobs for you in the future~"

"That's right ~ Lawrence!"

"I would like to first arrange for some people to strengthen and improve the security level of my residence, affordable stores, nightclubs and other businesses in the past month or so."

"There are also construction sites for real estate development projects, which also require some people to guard there 24 hours a day to avoid accidents."

"You can discuss these specific arrangements with Polly and Auston when you go back. You can decide how to arrange the manpower. I won't care."

"Ok!"

Lawrence nodded readily and agreed.

. . .

ten minutes later.

Outside the Stanley Building, on the street.

Old Cui En looked back at this ancient building that had stood on Wall Street for decades. The feeling of confusion and weirdness in his heart became even stronger~

"Lawrence!"

"David...what on earth is he thinking?"

"Hahaha~"

"It turns out that I also have your doubts~"

"However, until now, I have given up on exploring his true thoughts or intentions."

"Because... you will find that the more you want to know the answer, the deeper you will fall into it, and you will be completely confused by his... willful behavior without any desire~"

Lawrence raised his hand to loosen the tight collar, patted Old Cui En on the arm, and said with a smile.

"However, he has mentioned it many times that he is very timid and afraid of death..."

"You heard just now that he wants to improve the security level around his residence again."

"For those of us who are bored and sleep all day long, this is undoubtedly a huge blessing~"

"Hahaha~"

Old Cui En rolled his eyes speechlessly, shook his head and sighed: "I remember you used to be a pretty smart guy..."

"Hahaha~ I am smarter now!"

"..Haha~"

Old Cui En shrugged noncommittally, looked up at the Stanley Building again, and stepped towards the direction of the car.

----

new York.

Queens, Idlewild, JFK International Airport.

A large private plane slowly slowed down and stopped.

ten minutes later.

The car that Old Morgan was riding in drove out of the airport.

on the way.

Old Morgan asked his eldest son Panaris and his partner Elder who came to pick them up.

"What happened in New York while I was away?"

Panaris, who was sitting next to Old Morgan, glanced at Elder and replied: "Uncle Julie and Uncle Seamus went to a party at Thomas Mellon's private villa."

"Hmm~"

"Where are they?"

"Waiting for you at the Blue Crystal Hotel!"

"Any more?"

"Have!"

"Uncle David, please send someone to Washington..."

. . .

This small convoy of three cars quickly passed through Queens, entered the express lane of the 59th Street Bridge, and entered Manhattan.

When the motorcade stopped in front of the Blue Crystal Hotel, old Morgan turned back to his eldest son Panaris with a smile.

"You all go back and get ready~"

"We'll fly to Houston together tomorrow."

"Ok!"

Panaris and Elder stood at the door of the hotel, watching old Morgan's figure disappear into the lobby, looked at each other, and got into the car.

Elder hesitated and smiled bitterly at Panaris: "Grace, she..."

"Man, about her... I can't help you~"

"Then... I'll go find Lilith and Laura and give it a try?"

"Hmm~ Maybe, it can be done!"

Panaris tilted his head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "But first, think about it. How will you cope with my mother and sister Cheryl coming to New York tomorrow~"

"..ok!"

Elder smiled bitterly, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind for a while.

----

Blue Crystal Hotel, tenth floor.

In a particularly spacious suite, Old Morgan, Julie and Seamus said a simple hello, sat down, and began to exchange information about what the three of them had gained in recent days~

Julie was the first to speak, telling about her trip to Frankfurt, what she gained from her trip to Singapore, and some decisions she made after everyone discussed them at the party.

Overall, Julie not only executed the plan perfectly, but also unexpectedly received excessive aid from allies~

He concluded: "In both Frankfurt and Singapore, I can feel that someone seems to be quietly pushing behind the scenes."

"The little actions of those people seem to be completely consistent with the direction of our plan!?"

“Especially in Frankfurt!”

"Previously, the message Wisler gave us was that the old guys didn't care if there was another oil crisis."

"But I can tell from their performance that they seem to have been planning for this upcoming crisis for a long time."

Julie frowned and looked at Old Morgan: "How was your harvest from going to Saudi Arabia and Tokyo?"

"Are there any similar weirdness?"

"Have!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Old Morgan's mouth, and he whispered: "Those guys in Saudi Arabia are claiming to support the legitimacy of the Pahlavi dynasty, but their small actions secretly betray their true thoughts~"

"Pahlavi, it's over!"

"Our next plan must be implemented as soon as possible!"

"Is there any news from Whistler?"

"What did he gain from going to Paris and Marseille?"

Julie shrugged her shoulders, spread her hands and said, "It's just as we expected when we discussed it with Old David and the others!"

"The words to warm up the international crude oil market are quietly and quickly spreading to the outside world, and the effect is quite good~"

"Hmm~"

Old Morgan turned to look at Seamus, waiting for him to speak.

Seamus smiled and said frankly: "The energy research report submitted by the CIA to Congress last year and the energy research report released by energy experts from the Rockefeller Foundation in the past few years were once again rummaged through the pile of old papers. Come out~"

“As we heard David’s analysis, if the fall of the Pahlavi dynasty led to the suspension of Iran’s crude oil exports~”

"Let oil companies rely on stable oil supply contracts and no longer be able to obtain cheap crude oil from Iran."

"In today's international crude oil trading market, the spot market, which only accounts for about 8%-1010%, will have an extremely sensitive balancing effect on price signals~"

"Just like... the National Strategic Petroleum Reserve Plan of the Ministry of Energy, which has been making slow progress, will also start to quickly start as a large number of international buyers pour into the crude oil spot market, causing the price of crude oil spot to directly break away from the shackles of futures contracts~ "

"Based on the existing information we have obtained from the international market, combined with David's previous analysis, the specific information and figures given by Old David about the demand for oil-related industries, etc."

"It is generally believed that with the influx of individual consumer markets, the international crude oil market will enter a rush to buy and hoard spot goods after Iran stops exporting oil~"

"Major oil companies will also hoard large amounts of crude oil out of their own interests, which in disguise will promote the execution of our plan~"

Seamus paused briefly and then added: "In addition, judging from the data obtained from Old David, after the last oil crisis, the overall structure of the oil industry has undergone great changes~"

"For example: Germany, an island country, has implemented conservation measures and fuel substitution projects in order to weaken the market demand for CNPC products~"

“However, the demand for light crude oil in the market has become even more tense as the demand for light oil products such as gasoline and diesel increases day by day~”

"If Iran interrupts the supply of light crude oil, it will mean that nearly half of the light crude oil refineries in the international market will lose the source of raw materials, further exacerbating the market's share of the total spot demand for crude oil, giving us The plan has been given another boost!”

"Hmm~"

Old Morgan showed a satisfied smile on his lips, thought for a moment, and smiled.

"Saudi Arabia has confirmed it!"

"In the short term, they will not increase production, but will appropriately reduce crude oil exports~"

"Oh?"

"They are a little greedy~"

"Hehe~"

Old Morgan glanced at Seamus, shook his head slightly and said, "Their greed is not just a little bit~"

"A few days ago, was there a descendant of the Saudi royal family who came to New York with the mission and ended up staying?"

"Yes~ His name is Defar. Panaris has chatted with him several times and we get along pretty well!"

"Hmm~"

"When I went to Saudi Arabia this time, they proposed that they would not interfere too much with our plans in the crude oil market~"

"However, we are... planning on the gold market, and they hope to participate!"

"gold?"

"Hiss~ They really love gold~"

"Hahaha~"

Julie's precise comment made old Morgan and Seamus burst out laughing~

Indeed~!

Those members of the Saudi royal family who had always been poor in the past few years, after becoming rich suddenly, seem to have become unabashedly obsessed with gold~

Old Morgan patted his knees with his hands and shook his head slightly.

"That guy David is in London and has teamed up with a few guys to enter the gold market."

"Julie, please pay attention to the admission funds from Saudi Arabia, place them under the name of the young Prince Diffal, and invest them in David's gold market investment plan~"

"How much you can earn in the end depends on David's methods!"

"To David?" Julie hesitated for a moment and asked.

"You want those guys from the Saudi royal family to enter the game as gold market players?"

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

"They want to be bystanders and beneficiaries of the crude oil market, but they also want to make profits in the gold market~"

"We worked hard to make the plan and paid a huge price. They want to quietly follow behind and reap the benefits. Where can there be so many good things?"

"Hehe~"

"It's just...that boy David is not easy to fool~"

"Then tell him clearly!"

Julie stared at old Morgan with burning eyes and smiled: "All of them?"

"of course not!"

"Hahaha~ Got it, I'll do it."

----

Stanley, fourth floor.

David picked up the coffee pot, poured a cup of coffee for Bernard Madoff, another visitor today, and asked with a smile.

"Didn't Maggie inform you already?"

"Yes~"

"Hehe~"

"I think I should thank you in person." Bernard Madoff responded with a smile, took out a folder from his briefcase and placed it on the table.

David sat back in his office chair, raised his eyebrows curiously, and asked.

"What is it?"

"It is the personal network resource information I have collected over the years~"

"Perhaps it will be of some help to your plan!"

"Oh?"

"You also recorded all of this on paper??"

Bernard Madoff smiled and shook his head: "They were just in my head."

"I wrote them all down so that you can understand them more intuitively."

"Oh~"

David took the folder and did not immediately open it to look at it. Instead, he stared at Madoff for a few seconds and smiled.

"It's just a false position for Nasdaq management. Are you going to use it in exchange?"

"What else do you want from me?"

“Man, I like it direct!”

Madoff nodded slowly, put away his smile, sat up straight, and whispered: "Trust!"

"I need more trust!"

"Hehe~"

"Man, I don't think... the cooperative relationship between us can completely change you, an adult who has been in Hualki for many years~"

"You might as well be more direct!"

"Tell me, what do you want?" After David asked this sentence, he suddenly felt like he had become a devil who asked people to "torture their souls." .

Bernard Madoff was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"You have given me so much!"

"I won't ask for anything from you anymore and get nothing in return!"

"I will still give you... my loyalty!"

"I just hope you can understand that I sincerely hope to join you and become a follower on your road to success~"

"Oh~"

After David heard this, he felt goosebumps rising on his body again. .

He rubbed his arm twice with his hands, shook his head and said with a smile: "This sudden change of yours made me unable to adapt to it for a while~"

"Let's do it~"

"Take this thing back first!"

"I'll ask you again when I need it~ ok?"

"..ok!"

Bernard Madoff picked up the folder and put it into his briefcase.

. . .

"Dang~dang~dang~" Maggie, the little secretary, knocked on the door of the room and whispered in a low voice.

"Washington, Mag Ludwig's phone."

"He's in a hurry and wants you to answer it."

"Ok!"

"So...Bernard, let's do this first??"

"Ok!"

Bernard Madoff stood up, carried his briefcase and walked to the door. He turned back, hesitated for a few seconds, and whispered.

"I'll always be waiting for your call, boss!"

"Uh... ok!"

"Bye, man!"

. . .

Bernard Madoff, gone.

David looked at the phone with the blinking signal light and couldn't help frowning and showing a strange smile.

Is this the so-called "additional benefit" brought by the qualification?

Isn't it too realistic?

. . .

After some strange and exclamatory thoughts flashed through David's mind, he picked up the phone and smiled.

"Hello Mag?"

"Yes, it's me! Is something wrong?"

"Yeah~ I remember! What's wrong?"

"what?"

"you.."

"Retell the whole thing in detail!"

. . .

After a few minutes.

David put down the microphone in his hand rather sadly and walked out of the office. After giving a few instructions to his secretary Maggie, he closed the door again and lay down on the sofa.

Patty Hearst, gets a presidential commutation, is out of jail!

As for. .The so-called presidential pardon was not issued together~

100 million yuan! ?

"Vogue" and "Harper's Bazaar", get one at random?

Is this a profit or a loss?

David was a little confused and couldn't figure out something~

However, through this incident, Mag Ludwig intuitively proved the value of his existence to David.

This gave David a clearer understanding of his ability, energy, vision, and style of doing things.

David only needs to make his request to Mag, and he will handle the rest at his discretion~

Where else could David find such a capable and capable guy?

Emm. .

So. .What about Otis Parker?

That bastard is still pretending to be silent?

David cursed him a few times in his mind, got up and walked to the phone, picked up the phone and dialed.