Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Manhattan.

Stanley fourth floor, conference room.

Attorney George F. McCarron took over a dozen contracts with a smile on his face, checked them carefully, and said with a smile.

"Congratulations to everyone, we have reached a formal cooperation~"

"Hahaha~"

"Clap clap clap~"

Everyone in the conference room stood up, applauded, shook hands with each other, and expressed their joy.

ten minutes later.

Among the representatives of several parties involved in today's signing, there are signatories representing the New York Port Authority, Jersey City Port Authority and Newark Port Authority, as well as the heads of several port cargo management companies in New York and New Jersey. He smiled and said goodbye first.

Those left behind are Neil Walker and Agger MacFarlane, the heads of the Blind Box Company, as well as Junior Soprano and George Soprano, one of the leaders of Jersey City's largest gang, the Soprano Family. Several attorneys at the McAllen Law Firm.

George, as today's host, first asked his colleagues to collect the contract, and after letting them all leave, he faced Neil Walker, Agel MacFarlane and Junior and smiled.

"Do you have any questions?"

"I still have about a quarter of an hour to spare, so I can give you answers now~"

Junior smiled and raised his hand, motioning to Neil Walker sitting opposite: "Why didn't I see your boss?"

"Um...you mean David?"

"Yes~"

"He's home~"

"what?"

"You guys...are making such a big move, doesn't he even know about it?"

Neil Walker glanced at the smiling lawyer George, spread his hands and said, "The boss asked his secretary Maggie to tell me something."

"He only looks at the results, not the process~"

"..Then what?"

"You planned this cooperation yourself?"

"Yes~"

“This is a win-win cooperation!”

"It's also the result my boss likes to see the most~ isn't it?"

"Uh..." Junior Soprano was speechless for a few seconds and sighed helplessly.

"That guy David opened a blind box company and put you two in charge~ But you actually thought of using the containers stranded at the port as blind boxes to open..."

"...Can we still play like this?"

"Hahaha~"

Neil Walker turned to look at his good partner, Agger MacFarlane.

McFarlane explained with a smile: "I used to work for an inland waterway transportation company. I am very familiar with the current situation of the handling of containers that are stranded in the port area, unclaimed or seized by the court."

"Neil and I accidentally mentioned this while drinking in the bar one night~"

"We just connected it to the blind box."

"Since we are a company that sells blind boxes, why can't we go to the port area to open blind boxes for containers at a lower price?"

"No matter what can be found inside ~ we can put them into blind boxes and resell them!"

Junior grinned and continued: "Then sell some of the high-value goods inside to me... right?"

"Yes!"

"fxxx!"

Junior asked the two of them with confusion on his face: "That boy David, how much salary will I give you?"

"How about you come to work here?"

"I'll give you double your salary!"

"Haha~ Thank you for your appreciation." Neil Walker simply refused with a smile~

Junior turned to look at Agger MacFarlane: "What about you?"

McFarland shrugged and said with a smile: "I don't dare to change jobs~my wife and his brother will beat me to death!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

After a few more people joked, Junior Soprano put away his smile and got down to business.

"I don't care about the employment agreement you reached with Minato City~"

"But if you want to use my people and my fleet, you must pay first~"

"As per the contract..."

"You need to pay me a total of 26 yuan!"

"Do you give me a check or cash?"

"It will be all right!"

Neil Walker took out the check folder from his pocket and said with a smile: "You must also issue us a formal transaction receipt~"

"Of course!"

"We are a formal company, a legal enterprise~"

"Ok!"

Neil Walker happily finished writing the check and handed it to Junior: "26, please keep it!"

Junior checked the check carefully and said with a satisfied smile: "It's such a pleasure to do business with you!"

"Hahaha~"

"I have already arranged the personnel and fleet~"

"Let's go make a phone call together right now, so as not to delay your preparations~"

"Thank you!"

"Haha ~ happy cooperation!"

. . .

After a while.

Attorney George sent Junior, Neil, and McFarlane away, and walked into Sam Rogers' office with several documents in hand.

"Hey Sam, are you free?"

"Oh~ George! Come and sit~"

Sam flipped through the documents in his hand, frowned and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Look at these first."

Sam took the document, quickly looked through the first few documents, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "More than 60 yuan, just spend it?"

"Haha~ That's right!"

"Look at the ones at the back."

Sam looked through the documents at the back for a while, made quick calculations in his head, and asked even more surprised.

"Who gave these... evaluations?"

"Rudi got someone to do it."

"Oh~ That should be no problem."

Sam looked through some key clauses and key figures in the document again, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

"Neil and MacFarlane, what a scheme!"

"Tomorrow's sales activity alone will earn them at least 30 yuan for the company!?"

"fxxx!"

"Robbing a bank?"

"Haha ~ rob a bank?"

"Do you know how big a pile of 30-meter change is?"

"The two of them can't carry it~"

"Hahaha~"

----

Outside the Stanley Building.

Junior Soprano stood on the street, looking back at the Stanley Building, and waved to his subordinate Shark Head.

"Let's go~"

"Ok!"

. . .

on the way.

Shark Head, who was driving, looked at his boss Junior in the rearview mirror and asked curiously.

"You went up just now... was it smooth?"

"...Yes~"

Junior untied his tie, took out the check from his suit pocket, flicked it twice, and sighed.

"We keep an eye on those dock workers and drivers. They can earn tens of thousands of dollars in one night's work~"

"But what about them?"

"You can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars in just one night of hard work!"

"fxxx!"

"Hundreds of thousands??"

"Haha~ Shark Head, this is using your brain to make money!"

"Understand?"

Sharkhead opened his mouth, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I don't quite understand..."

"Oh~ I knew you wouldn't understand, why did I explain it to you?"

"..."

Junior turned his head and looked out the window, and said in a faint voice: "I was sitting in that conference room today, and I slowly figured it out~"

"This is cleaner and more worry-free than making money selling cocaine~"

Shark Head sneered disapprovingly: "Tens of thousands of dollars?"

"We made money in one night!?"

"shxx!"

"You know shit!"

"This money is clean, understand?"

"This is an excellent business that has long-term success, do you understand?!"

"Now we are selling cocaine, and no one wants to control us yet."

"What about later?"

"Are we going to jail together?"

"..." Shark Head wisely closed his mouth to avoid being scolded again~

"Whoo~"

Junior rubbed his forehead with his hands, calmed down for a while, and then whispered after the car drove onto the bridge.

"Tonight, you go and help me keep an eye on their work."

"This is the first time we collaborate!"

"If you get into trouble, I can't spare you!"

"Okay! Don't worry, boss!"

"Humph~"

Junior snorted coldly, leaned his head back, and tried to calm himself down. . Get free from the negative emotions of "greed" ~

(According to historical throughput data of ports in the New York area, the throughput of New York Port reached 1980 million tons in 1.)

----

The Queen.

The front door of old Malkin's house.

Sena opened the door and saw Rosenlo Sidric standing outside the door. She happily gave him a hug and smiled.

"When did you come back?"

"Just arrived this morning!"

"Well~ come on in, we are just preparing lunch, and you should stay with us."

"Ok!"

. . .

Old Malkin, who rarely went out today, saw Rosenlow coming back and happily let him into the living room, sat down and asked with a smile.

"Are you back from London?"

"No, I came back from Rome~"

"Oh?"

"What about London? Is everything done?"

"Not yet, David Romano said, he will find someone to take care of the rest~"

(David Romano, who appears in Chapter 449, is a gang leader in Naples, Italy. He has deep contacts and connections with Malkin and Ludy.)

"Let me come back and spend the holidays with my family first."

"Hahaha~"

"Romano... That boy should be living a comfortable life now, right?"

"Really good!"

"When I came back this time, he asked me to help bring a lot of gifts to you and your family. The gift truck will be here soon."

"truck?"

"What did you bring back?"

Rosenlow showed a rare smile and said: "Nearly a hundred new women's bags, and dozens of boxes of Italian specialty wines."

"Those famous wines are from Tuscany, Piedmont, Veneto, Lombardy and other regions. David Romano prepared several boxes of vintage wines from major well-known wineries."

Old Malkin nodded with a smile: "Tell me, what did you gain from your trip to Europe this time?"

"Sicily, have you gone?"

"How's it going there now?"

"I didn't go to the island~"

"Oh why?"

"because.."

. . .

Rosenlow, in a minimalist way, recounted his experience of going to prison to visit former gang leader Lejo.

Also, Rina, the current gang boss in Sicily, was originally a subordinate of Legio. He betrayed his superiors, causing panic and chaos in the island. .

After listening to his story, old Malkin couldn't help but have a headache~

He had heard people talk about the former gang leader Lejo more than once.

The outrageous things he did in Sicily were not inferior to the current gang leader Rina, even. .Even more excessive~

However, old Malkin is not willing to worry about these bad things far away on the other side of the Atlantic~

(This is the plot of Rosenthal’s prison visit that unfolds in Chapter 446.)

----

afternoon.

Manhattan.

42nd Street, Wildfire Restaurant.

Chef Zhang Wenbiao secretly glanced at the busy junior sister Cui Yingying, listened to the unfamiliar song she hummed, couldn't help scratching his nose with his hand, and continued busy with the work in his hands. .

Cui Yingying seemed to know what he was thinking and also knew that he was secretly observing her.

But he didn't explain anything, he was just minding his own business carefully preparing dishes for tomorrow night's dinner. .

. . .

While the two were busy, Polly's voice came.He flashed in at the kitchen door.

She thought about finding Cui Yingying and said.

"Tonight, I'm going to have a family dinner, so you can come and help me."

"I...is it suitable?"

"If you think about it, it'll fit!"

Cui Yingying hesitated for two seconds and nodded.

"it is good!"

"Do you need me to make any preparations?"

"of course."

"You bring some raw materials from the restaurant and come to my house to show off your skills."

"OK!"

. . .

Ten minutes later, Cui Yingying and Polly left.

Brother Biao stood at the door of the restaurant, watching their car go away, and shook his head with a wry smile. .

What should come will eventually come.

---

night.

Manhattan, downtown.

Willow Street, Mike Tyson's home.

Tyson's mother, wearing the store's work clothes, ran into the house in a panic, checked the children's condition from room to room, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Last night, a murder occurred in an apartment [-] meters away on Willow Street. The family who were killed was not found dead at home until this afternoon.

Although Tyson’s mother often saw this kind of thing in newspapers and TV news.

But it's different now!

She has a new life - a warm apartment, a new job and a stable income.

She didn’t want her sweet dream moment to be strangled by that hateful midnight serial killer~

. . .

After more than 20 minutes.

Mike Tyson held a schoolbag in his hand and ran into the house pretending to be calm.

Tyson's mother, who was cooking for the children, frowned and asked when she saw his unusual behavior.

"What's in your... bag?"

"Um...it's nothing~"

"Wait~ Come here, open it and show me!"

Mike Tyson raised his neck stubbornly, quickly returned to his room, and stuffed his schoolbag directly under the bed.

Tyson's mother felt that the anger in her heart was instantly ignited. .

She chased Tyson into his room, pointed at him and asked, "You went to steal something again, right?"

"take it out!"

"Now I will take you to send it back~"

"I do not have!"

"take it out!"

"No!"

Tyson's mother gasped, raised her legs and kicked Tyson hard several times. She leaned down on the ground, reached out and took out the schoolbag from under the bed.

Mike Tyson looked very confused and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by his mother's "vicious" look~

He could only look at his mother helplessly and took out two paper bags from his schoolbag. .

From the paper bag, he took out two pistols and several bullets. .

"Mike!~"

When Tyson's mother called her son, she called her Poyin'er. .

She soon realized that her voice might attract children to "watch"~

So, she quickly closed the door to the room, sat in front of Mike Tyson with a serious face, and asked about the two guns. .

. . .

ten minutes later.

The room door was opened from the inside~

Tyson's mother wrapped a small bag in her apron and stuffed it under the bedside table in her room.

Mike Tyson followed his mother into the bedroom, watched her put things away, and asked in a low voice.

"Are you going to give them back?"

Tyson's mother had a cold face and did not answer. She patted Mike Tyson's forehead with her hand and walked back to the kitchen.

----

midnight.

New Jersey, Morrison Township.

David Sr. and his wife Sierra were lying on the bed, so tacitly understood that they both lost sleep~

Today is the happiest day for them in recent years, and also the most worrying day.

Obviously, David Sr. and his wife Sierra did not express their true thoughts in front of their son David~

Their children have grown up and become sensible!

I also experienced many "strange" encounters that my peers may never have in their lifetime ~

But David Sr. and Serra, as David's parents, never had the desire for their son to become a "tycoon." .

They just want their son to live out his life happily~

. . .

Old David glanced at the time, reached out and turned off the dim bedside lamp, put his arm around his wife Sierra's shoulders, and whispered.

"Let's sleep~"

"..Um!"

"tomorrow.."

"I know what to do!"

"Okay~"

----

a new day.

Greece.

Southwest of Athens, Attica region, Piraeus port area.

Piraeus has been an important trading port of Athens since ancient times.

During World War II, the port of Piraeus was damaged. After years of reconstruction, it slowly returned to its former glory.

To this day, it is a major shipbuilding and industrial center and an important commercial port on the Mediterranean coast.

. . .

In the east of Piraeus, near the Mediterranean Sea, a villa with sea view.

Kanes Rothschild worked hard to get up from the "turbulent waves" of the beauties around him~

More than half an hour later.

Karnes sat at the dining table, eating breakfast and reading the newspaper in his hand.

A piece of news in the newspaper aroused his interest.

"Tsk tsk~"

"Knew it!"

"Have they already started taking action? Haha~"

Karnes threw away the newspaper, stood up, found the remote control, and pressed it twice.

Only ten seconds passed.

A middle-aged man dressed as a butler appeared in front of Karnes and presented him with a small gift box.

Karnes pointed at the box in surprise and asked, "Um... what is it?"

"A gift from one of your friends this morning."

"Gift?"

"Yes~"

"There is also a small note and a greeting card here."

"You can take a look first."

"ok~"

"Oh~ by the way! Help me prepare the car, I'm going out in a minute!"

"Okay, sir~"

. . .

Mr. Butler, let's go

Kanes glanced at the small note in his hand, threw the greeting card aside, and opened the outer packaging of the gift box.

Inside the package, it turns out to be an extremely ordinary small solid wood box~

It piqued Carnes' curiosity. .

Kanes opened the lid of the small wooden box. Inside, there was a piece of folded letter paper and a mini gold guitar inlaid with several broken diamonds~

Kanes opened the greeting card and the letter paper and read them again, shook his head with a smile and sighed.

"Hehe~"

"This bastard!"

----

Europe.

England, Northeast Oxfordshire, Asthall Manor (Asthall Manor).

Mr. Butler, who got up early, unexpectedly received a gift for Deborah, Duchess of Devonshire.

He looked at the small note handed over by the visitor, with a knowing smile on his face, and nodded to accept the small gift.

. . .

After a few minutes.

Mr. Butler placed this small gift in front of Deborah.

Deborah was a little surprised and picked up a small note outside the gift box and the envelope stuck to it.

She opened the envelope and took out a lavender greeting card.

Deborah glanced at the steward who was also curious next to her, opened the greeting card with a smile, looked at the densely packed small words on it, and read softly.

"Dear Deborah~"

"Please forgive me for not being by your side~"

"But I want you to know that your beautiful figure that night will never be forgotten by me for a long time~"

"It makes me miss you even more deeply every time I wake up from a dream~"

"Being separated from you makes me feel like leaving a warm flame. In this cold winter season, my whole heart slowly falls into a glacier~"

"If I were a poet!"

"I want to use the most beautiful poem in the world to express my gratitude to you!"

"If I were a singer!"

"I want to use the most euphemistic and beautiful melody in the world to send you my thoughts~"

"The person I miss~"

"Please wait for me!"

"When you don't get a gift from Santa."

"When the familiar holiday songs ring around you~"

"I will... fall from the sky!"

"I will bring you warmth, joy, health and happiness like the summer wind!"

"Let your beautiful, sweet laughter echo throughout the Astor Hall Manor~"

. . .

Deborah suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes fell on the name signed in the lower right corner of the card~

"David who loves you but is afraid of losing you!"

"Hahaha~"

Deborah pointed at the greeting card with her finger and said with a smile: "Look, below this sentence, there is a line that says "more..."

"Can you read it for me?"

"Of course, ma'am!"

Mr. Butler took the greeting card, moved closer, and said, "It's only a month, don't miss me too much!"

"Hahahaha~"

Deborah laughed and stood up, took the greeting card back from Mr. Butler's hand, shook her head and said.

"This bastard boy~"

"Fortunately, he doesn't live in London, otherwise..."

Mr. Butler smiled and praised: "I heard that when Miss Swinton came back, the blue crystal necklace around her neck surprised many people~"

"Oh~"

"Hahaha~"

"That kid doesn't really think..."

"probably not!"

"Hehe~"

Deborah looked at the greeting card in her hand again, smiled and sighed, without saying anything else.

Mr. Butler bowed slightly knowingly, walked outside the room, and closed the door.

Today is Thanksgiving!

Deborah's ducal husband has not returned, and her children are nowhere to be found~

However, Deborah’s happy laughter echoed in this big house again because of a small greeting card~

----

London.

In a manor in the northern suburbs.

The eldest son of the Duke of Westminster, Gerald Grosvenor, who was having breakfast, looked at a small gift box and a greeting card sent by the servant in surprise.

Jellal wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, put the gift box aside, opened the greeting card, and read it.

"Hey~ Jellal, my friend!"

"The rain falling from the sky always silently nourishes everything in the world~"

"Thousands of drops of rainwater, gathered into rivers, eventually flowed into the sea~"

"We can meet by chance in the vast sea of ​​people and become best friends."

“This is God’s will and one of the greatest blessings in my life!”

"So, please don't let the rain in London make you worry about your hair falling off every day~"

"I hope the gift I give you will make you remember me as a friend who will tease you even in your dreams from afar!"

"I want to love you, but it makes me sick to my stomach... David!"

. . .

"Hahahaha~"

Jellal laughed, put the greeting cards aside, and quickly opened the outer packaging of the gift box.

Lying quietly inside is a rectangular silver and gold jewelry box~

Jellal grinned and opened the jewelry box. There was a small note lying quietly inside.

"Bingoo!"

"Remember to buy yourself a good comb and don't let the strong wind blow your hair away!"

"Hahaha~"

"This bastard!"

Jellal reopened the greeting card and read it again~

His laughter has been echoing in this empty restaurant~