Manhattan Reborn 1978

a new day.

new York.

In the morning breeze, a turbid winter rain washed away the garbage on the streets of the entire city, making the ground cleaner and slippery~

42nd Street, above Wildfire Bar.

Ruby held her head, which was a bit drowsy, and slowly got up from the bed. It took her a while to figure out where she was.

After she took a hot bath in the bathroom and walked out of the room, she discovered that David was already chatting with an unknown young man and woman in the living room. .Work?

in the restaurant.

Susan and Cui Yingying, who were sitting together and chatting quietly, noticed Ruby standing blankly at the door of the room. They stood up together and went over to meet her, smiling.

"Hi~ Good morning, Ruby!"

"Sorry! We already had breakfast~ I didn't wait for you."

"But we've left one for you in the kitchen..."

"Ah~ It's okay, I don't want breakfast..."

"How is that possible?"

Susan and Cui Yingying held Ruby's arms on both sides, whispered this while leading her to the restaurant.

. . .

in the living room.

David, who was discussing work with Kihara Nobunari and secretary Maggie, saw the three of them and smiled and waved as a greeting.

"Oh... Maggie, keep going!"

"..OK!"

Secretary Maggie looked down at the notebook and continued: "When Mr. Pine sent this information, he mentioned Giles and Bloomer."

"Their mentor, Professor Bartlet of Harvard University, had major heart surgery in Boston two days ago."

"So, they may not be able to return to New York in the short term."

"Professor Bartlet..." David recalled the expressions on his two bad friends' faces when they mentioned his mentor, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart and nodded.

"Got it~"

"Did Pine say anything else?"

"Yes!"

"He said that if you have anything to do during this period, you can go to him, or go to Grace...Miss~"

"He also said that Stanley CEO Mr. Nelent Ramon did some market data research based on the comments you made about the future consumer goods market when you were a guest at Mr. Morgan's house~"

Secretary Maggie took out another folder from the briefcase she brought today and handed it to David.

"I specifically called Mr. Ramon's secretary about this matter."

"She said that Mr. Ramon would like to ask you to talk about your views on this data at a convenient time~"

"Oh?"

David agreed casually, looking at the information in his hand, his brows slowly wrinkled.

"Hmm~Nelent, I will contact him."

"Oh, right!"

"Did you call Nellent's secretary and talk about Gayden Milken's appointment?"

"Yes, she said Mr. Milken will be in Mr. Lamont's office this afternoon."

"Okay ~ you continue!"

"Ok~"

"Mr. Mu Brandes, who went to Omaha, called and said that Mr. Warren Buffett is considering your proposal to purchase equity. It may take a few days before I can give you an accurate answer."

"Well...it's not urgent. You can tell him that he can relax there for a few days."

"Ok."

"Mr. Sam Rogers, you want me to ask you, the company does not have enough capital to purchase the shares you want to buy."

"..Hahaha~"

David smiled and shook his head, looking at Maggie with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Why doesn't this guy come and ask me himself?"

"Well... maybe..."

"Okay~I'm just kidding...hahaha~"

David smiled and glanced at his watch, stood up and walked to the phone, picked up the phone and dialed.

Secretary Maggie and Kihara Nobunari, after seeing David's actions, immediately stood up and silently walked to the door, trying to keep themselves as far away from the living room as possible.

. . .

"Hey~ Dad!"

"Haha~ Yes! I'm at home~"

"Um... I came back from Philadelphia yesterday."

"...Hi~Dad, are you still there?"

"Ah~ Well... I want to ask you about the funds you invested..."

"Correct!"

"I have readjusted some details of the investment plan here. I want to buy stocks of some big companies on the market first, and then..."

"Okay! When Polly comes back, I will go back to have dinner with her~"

"No~ How could it be? Haha~"

"Yeah! Okay, okay!"

"That's it?"

"Uh... bye, Dad!"

. . .

David tilted his head and glanced at the microphone from which the blind tone came, and then glanced in the direction of the restaurant. He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, sat back in his old seat, and smiled at Maggie and the other two.

"Why are you traveling so far?"

"Come on, let's continue!"

"..." Maggie and Kihara Nobunari returned to their old seats and sat down with smiles on their faces.

David pondered for a few seconds and said, "Go back and tell Sam that someone will go to the company to sign an investment agreement with him this afternoon."

"The specific details are all in accordance with the company's normal procedures, so you don't need to ask me."

"Ok!"

Maggie wrote this down in her notebook and waited for two seconds to make sure David had finished speaking before speaking.

"Mr. Bernard Madoff, he came once in the past two days and called twice."

"He said he wants to invite you to attend a small party held by Mr. Mikhail Friedliman at his Long Island villa this weekend~"

"reunion?"

"What else did he say?"

"No more~"

"Hmm...any more?"

"Have!"

"Mr. Mag Ludwig called and said that he went to see Governor Lynch twice but was rejected."

"Haha~" David curled his lips and laughed twice in a funny way, shaking his head.

"Ignore him for now~ Is there anything else?"

"Finally, Mr. Odis Parker has left a message for you. If it's convenient, call him."

"Convenient...?" David scratched his chin with his hand, wondering what Otis, the lunatic, was going to do. .

"Is it gone?"

"Yes!"

"That's fine~"

"You go back to the company, you don't have to come over in the afternoon~"

"Ok!"

. . .

After seeing off his secretary Maggie, David sat on the sofa and sorted out what he had to do today. After letting Kihara Nobunari take a rest, he walked into the study, picked up the phone and called Otis Parker.

Soon, Mr. Parker's call was answered.

"Hello~David?"

"Huh? How do you know it's me?"

"Hahaha~ I'm waiting for your call!"

"Oh... you left me a message saying something happened?"

"That's right!"

"I've received some interesting news here, it might help you make a lot of money!"

"What is it?"

"Frozen orange juice."

"Um...agricultural product futures?"

"Ok!"

“The main orange producing area on the southeastern coast of Brazil has rained for five consecutive days since the beginning of this month~”

"It rains continuously. Is this true? Is it serious?"

"Ok!"

"I asked someone to check, and the average number of rainy days in that area in December was about 12 days."

"The total rainfall in December in previous years is less than the total rainfall in these five days this month."

"If the rainy days continue this month, it will seriously affect the production of oranges and the total production of frozen orange juice in the region next year, and will also cause some fluctuations in the price of sucrose futures."

"I understand ~ Is there anything else?"

"Hehe~"

"Yes, I have!"

"The cash you were sent over last time...haven't you already forgotten it?"

"...Is it the cart of cash that Karu sent?"

"Ok!"

"Well... indeed! If you don't mention them, I might forget them..."

"Haha~ What do you need me to do?"

"For the time being... no need, I'll think about it first."

"ok~"

"Oh, right!"

"If there are no accidents, Elena may be back in a few days."

"Oh~"

"Don't you...don't want to ask about her?"

"In no mood!"

"You don't have to tell me either!"

"...Hahaha~ok!"

"Goodbye, boss!"

"Goodbye asshole!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

in the study.

David put down the microphone, sat on the chair, took out a notebook and pen from the drawer, and wrote down important things first.

Frozen orange juice!

David is no stranger to this thing~

Because the United States is the country with the largest consumption of frozen orange juice in the world, and it is also one of the most stable and frequent countries in releasing the latest information on the agricultural product market.

In the New York Mercantile Exchange where David has been, there are frozen concentrated orange juice (FCOJ) futures freely traded in the commodity market.

If the news Odis Parker got is true, it will be a good opportunity to make quick money before the next time the United States Department of Agriculture (USDA) releases its latest agricultural product forecast report.

but. .

After David recorded this information, he was not completely dazzled by it. Instead, he fell into another round of thinking very clearly.

The trading rules of the agricultural product futures market stipulate that if someone wants to buy out the market and make futures prices rise, they must have strong funds and extensive connections.

In other words, you have no ability + no financial resources, and you still want to control the direction of the market. .It can only end up like a chicken feather~

Moreover, futures on mass consumption agricultural products such as frozen orange juice will definitely receive widespread market attention~

Possible production reductions due to natural weather factors are not highly confidential. .

On Wall Street, as long as someone carefully checks the specific information, it is not difficult to find a business opportunity to make money!

Emm. .

After repeated consideration, David finally wrote a number in his notebook, 200 million yuan!

This amount of money is only a small part of his personal cash holdings ~

If you lose, it will be regarded as buying a painful lesson.

If you make a profit. .

David curled his lips, tore the paper off the notebook with a smile, walked out of the study and handed it to Kihara Nobunari, smiling.

"Please help me go and give it to Sam Rogers, and give me a message."

"If you make a profit, give me a bonus!"

"If you pay, it's mine~"

"Ok!"

Kihara Nobunari accepted the folded note seriously, nodded to David, and walked out of the door quickly.

----

New Jersey.

Northwest of Atlantic City, on a dirt road outside a small private farm.

New York FBI Director Harold Stone, sitting in the passenger seat, rolled down the window, held a telescope to observe the few buildings on the small farm for a while, and whispered.

"Outside the house, nothing unusual can be seen for the time being."

"The car you're talking about is...that gray Ford?"

"Yes!"

in the car.

Behind Harold Stone, Far Pocchivino from the Auxiliary Police Office also held a telescope in his hand and whispered with certainty.

"Judging from the parking position of the car, they should have never driven that car out, and they had no intention of burning it...?"

Harold Stone took a closer look, put down the telescope, and shook his head.

"Maybe they are too confident, or they just don't care."

"Who knows? Haha~"

Far Pocchivino also put down the telescope, gritted his teeth, and whispered: "When will we go in?"

"Not urgent!"

"The search warrant is still on the way, let's wait!"

"How about... I sneak in and take a look first?" Farr Pochivino threw the telescope in his hand to his companion and said in a deeper voice.

Harold Stone turned back to look at him, and joked with some surprise: "You are a policeman affiliated with the New York Police Department, and you are still so active in investigating cross-state cases with us?"

"..."

"Hehe~"

"I heard that you have submitted an application to the police station and want to take in a girl who is in captivity?"

"Could it be that...you just want to seek justice for them?"

Far Pocchivino nodded with a fierce look in his eyes: "That's right!"

"Forehead.."

Harold Stone was speechless for a few seconds, shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly.

"It's just a case, you don't have to be so desperate, right?"

"I don't think I will die here!"

"Forehead.."

Harold Stone, once again, was at a loss for words. .

He turned his head and glanced at his subordinate who was sitting in the driver's seat, holding back his laughter, and said angrily: "What are you doing standing still?"

"Go find him a walkie-talkie!"

"...Oh~"

The agent who was half-spatted on his face got out of the car angrily, took out a new walkie-talkie newly issued by the headquarters from the trunk, threw it to Far Pocchivino who got out of the back seat, and said .

"I just charged the battery last night and adjusted the band~"

"Once you open it, just hold that..."

"I can use it!"

Before the agent could finish what he said, Farr Bocchivino turned on the intercom, pressed the call button and gave it a try, then nodded with satisfaction.

Harold Stone, who got out of the passenger seat, frowned and said as he watched him put the walkie-talkie on his waist.

"Before we set off, I already called Lawrence from the security company. They should be here soon."

"After you go in, no matter what you see, don't be impulsive!"

"ok!?"

"When our side is ready and we contact you, then..."

"I see!"

Far Pocchivino raised his hand, made two gestures near his temples, and smiled at Chief Stone.

"Relax, sir."

"I don't want my family to receive my pension..."

"Ha~ OK!"

Harold Stone raised the telescope in his hand and pointed at a small patch of woods in the distance.

"That's a good place to sneak in, it will allow you to avoid most of the... you have to be careful when you go in..."

"ok~"

. . .

ten minutes later.

After watching Phar Pocchivino sneak into the small farm like a big gopher, Harold Stone threw the binoculars in his hand to his men, sat back in the car, picked up the walkie-talkie, and switched Another channel, waiting quietly.

soon~

Lawrence's voice from the security company rang through the intercom.

Harold Stone was on the intercom, guiding them onto this country dirt road.

. . .

Another ten minutes later.

Lawrence, wearing a combat uniform, met Harold Stone.

Harold pulled Lawrence into the car and briefly explained some of the circumstances of the case.

And sent a signal to Far Pocchivino on the intercom.

Almost immediately after receiving the signal.

Far Pocchivino's voice came from the intercom.

His deliberately lowered voice seemed to have a hint of coldness when he said: "There are three people on the first floor of the house, and there may be others on the second floor..."

"There's a man cleaning a gun in the barn. There's no one in front of the utility room or barn door facing the barn."

"There must be something strange in the livestock shed~ Its entrance is sealed with iron chains... I didn't have the chance to observe it closely~"

"If you're going to act, you'd better do it quickly!"

"..."

After hearing this, Harold, who was sitting in the car, frowned and considered for a while, then asked Lawrence.

"Are there any snipers among the people you brought?"

"Have!"

"But you don't have to wait for the state police and county police to come over and start taking action?"

"If there's nothing in it...how can you write a report?"

"Hehe~"

Harold Stone grinned his big white teeth.

He squinted his eyes and took out his gun from the passenger's previous storage box and smiled.

"We at the FBI handle cases and write those damn reports... It's just commonplace."

"Even if I make a mistake... I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?"

Lawrence looked at Harold sideways for a few seconds, feeling a little ridiculous, and said with a smile: "Yeah~ You are not afraid, so what should I be afraid of?"

"Hahaha~ This is right!"

"How long do you need to prepare?"

"...within 5 minutes!"

"Ok!"

"We act!"

----

Florida.

Jacksonville, north of the St. Johns River, business district.

Polly, wearing comfortable casual clothes, stood on the side of the street, looking at Griselda Blanco who was walking towards her, and smiled softly to Cohen beside her.

"This Blanco...is attracted to you!?"

"Haha~ This joke is not funny at all!" Cohen, wearing a pair of big sunglasses and a straight suit, pursed his lips and whispered in a serious voice.

"Hahaha~"

"Let's make a bet!? Ten swords!"

"She's definitely going to invite you to dinner again today!"

"...No gambling!"

"Cut~"

"Hi Blanco, where should we go for a walk today?"

"just in front!"

"I have already made arrangements, I promise you..."

. . .

Cohen, who regarded himself as a wooden bodyguard, hid his eyes behind his sunglasses and seemed not to notice the "autumn spinach" thrown by Blanco.

Polly saw all this with a smile, reached out and took Blanco's arm, pulling her forward while changing the subject.

"Didn't we say yesterday...that we would go back to New York together?"

"Why did you change your mind temporarily again?"

Blanco, who had changed into a gorgeous long dress today, looked around and laughed softly: "Sorry, Polly!"

"I have a friend coming over, so..."

"Oh~"

"It's ok!"

"In the future, there will be many opportunities for us to be together~"

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

Blanco felt himself in a super happy mood and laughed.