Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

In the sky, cloudy.

The strong northeast wind forced people on their way to work to lower their heads and speed up their pace.

Manhattan.

In Stanley's lobby on the first floor.

Sam Rogers walked to the elevator door, took off his hat, and looked curiously at the two people who were laughing and chatting not far away.

"Oh~"

"Hi! Good morning, Sam!" Among the two people talking and laughing, Gayden Milken accidentally saw Sam standing not far away from him, and waved to him enthusiastically and said hello.

(Gayden Milken, appearing in Chapter 357, the character comes from the movie "Wall Street", played by Michael Douglas.)

"Morning!" Sam smiled and nodded to Gaydon Milken and his friends very politely.

Milken glanced at the old colleague beside him, smiled and pulled him up to Sam's side, and briefly introduced the two of them.

"This is Frederick H. Joseph, the head of Drexel's financial department."

"This is the head of my boss's fund company, Sam Rogers!"

"Boss?" Joseph, who was tall and burly with gray hair, silently repeated the word in his mind, looked at Sam curiously, and smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Rogers!"

"Haha~Call me Sam, Joseph."

"ok~"

"..." Gayden Milken, seeing that the two of them seemed to have no intention of continuing to chat, pointed to the open elevator door with a smile and said.

"Together we will?"

"..good!"

. . .

On the fourth floor, in Sam's office.

Gayden Milken took off his coat, put his briefcase next to him, and explained to Sam.

"When I was at Drexel, this Joseph always disliked me..."

"I didn't expect that~"

"We actually came to this building and met by chance..."

"Haha~ What did he come here to do?"

Sam smiled and took out a can of coffee beans + hand grinding tools from the cabinet, gestured to Milken, and asked.

"Taste it?"

"Okay~"

Milken sat back relaxedly in his chair, watching Sam's movements with interest as he continued.

"Frederick H. Joseph is a top student who graduated from Harvard Business School."

"He had worked at Hutton Company, and John Schad was his immediate boss at the time."

"John Sand?" Sam paused with his hand and repeated the name in surprise.

"Haha~ That's right! It's the person you thought of!"

"Oh..." Sam raised his eyebrows and nodded, signaling Milken to continue. .

"Joseph only worked at Hetton Company for four years before becoming a partner~"

"Later, he joined Hilson Corporation and participated in the merger negotiations between Hilson Corporation and Hayden Stone Corporation."

"When the two companies completed the merger, Joseph was directly appointed as the chief operating officer (coo) by the new board of directors and was the second person in charge of the company."

"But~!"

"Joseph is not a person who is content with the status quo!"

"He only worked at Shearson for a few years before joining Drexel as head of the financial department."

"In his own words... it was because he wanted to get back to doing actual investment banking."

"But in Drexel, almost everyone knows it... He also dreams of building a powerful company from scratch after accumulating some experience and connections at Drexel."

"Haha~" Gayden Milken's laughter caught Sam's ears. .It seems to be mocking Joseph's overestimation.

He tilted his head, smiled, and asked, "So... what is Mr. Joseph's ability like?"

"ability?"

"Tsk~"

Milken crossed his legs, crossed his fingers on his knees, and smiled.

“When I was in college, I read Braddock Hickman’s seminal study of low-grade and unrated bonds.”

"Hickman believes that in the bond market from 1945 to 1965, the return on diversified or long-term investments in low-grade bonds was higher than that on investments in blue-chip stocks and high-grade bonds."

"After I shared this research on Hickman with Joseph, he also found a book by Hickman and studied it for a long time."

"Then, he hired several capable people from his old employer, Shearson Corporation, and put them in charge of establishing a new M&A business department."

"He also hired a Harvard Business School graduate named Leon Black as his assistant."

"But this arrogant and self-willed Leon Black is not as capable as his father."

"So, because Joseph hired him, he became an interesting gossip within Drexel Company~"

"Oh~ that's right!"

"Leon Black's father is the one who jumped off a building a few years ago...the head of United Brands~"

"..." Sam put away the tools in surprise, wiped his hands and asked Milken.

"I heard that your home is in Encino, California? You bought a house for your family there."

"Yes~"

The smile on Milken's face disappeared, and he sighed sadly and said.

"My son Gregory has been sickly since he was a child, and my father also suffered from cancer."

"I asked my family to move to California because the warmer climate there is suitable for the treatment of their condition."

"but.."

"Hehe~"

"A lot of people thought my success in the junk bond market had very little to do with Drexel."

“But I must admit that Drexel really helped me a lot in my early days a few years ago~”

"Even if it's just a second-tier company on Wall Street..."

"..Haha~"

Sam pushed aside the tool for grinding coffee beans, sat on his desk, and asked directly.

"Tell me~ Come to me...what's the matter?"

"...Okay!" Seeing that Sam had lost interest in chatting, Milken said directly.

"My clients already have a lot of trust in me."

"They don't even care about the public price on the market. As long as I ask them to buy something, they will buy it~"

"Because the current junk bond market is almost completely unregulated..."

"I have already taken the lead in the market...the so-called secondary issuance of bonds~"

"For example, if a large insurance company wants to sell off a large amount of the bonds it purchased from the original issuing company, it can come directly to me to negotiate a deal~"

"This kind of bond issuance does not need to be registered with the Securities and Exchange Commission (sec), and there is no public listing price for investors to refer to."

“After I buy these bonds, I resell them to clients who obey me and help them make a profit~”

Gayden Milken spread his hands to Sam and smiled proudly.

"Today's junk bond market is the fringe of Wall Street's financial market~"

"It is completely a market that is rushing to dominate the weak..."

“And in the high-rated bond market, the yield is too low~”

"Diversified investment portfolios can allow investors to obtain better returns!"

“The junk bond market has shown active trading in the past two years, and its liquidity is also constantly improving~”

"Its risk premium has also been greatly reduced as liquidity has increased."

“So, I want to raise some more funds to establish a low-risk bond circulation market within our company to provide our customers with more choices and services!”

. . .

After listening to Milken's explanation, Sam frowned, thought for a while, and asked.

"how much money do you need?"

“The more, the better!”

Milken, seeing Sam's eyebrows raised slightly, smiled and continued.

"Of course~"

"After the company's internal circulation market is established, our company's revenue sharing ratio will also be adjusted accordingly~"

"50%!"

"My team and I only take 50% of the company's net income!"

Sam tried hard to control his expression, thought for a while, and asked again.

"When you were at Drexel, how much did you pay to the company?"

"35%, the most~"

Milken shrugged very frankly and smiled.

"Drexel has no interest at all in establishing an internal circulation market that can affect the entire low-grade bond market~"

"They are not even willing to take out 10 yuan..."

"So~"

"So, you agreed to David's conditions!?"

"Yes~"

Milken stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at Sam with a smile and said, "Joseph, I hope to start from scratch on Wall Street and build a big company of my own."

"Why can't I?"

"You said...right?"

"...Hmm!" A smile appeared on Sam's lips, he nodded slowly, turned around and sat back in his seat, nodded his wrist twice and said.

"I will talk to my boss about this later when I talk to him on the phone."

"ok~"

"Then I'll go back first... Are you waiting for your good news?"

"Ok!"

. . .

The confident Gaydon Milken is gone.

Sam Rogers looked through the few documents he left behind, and his mind recalled the unexpected calls from some old friends last night.

Rumors are flying everywhere and chaos is about to arise!

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Early morning~

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

in the bedroom.

David, who was still sleeping, suddenly felt itchy on his arms. .

He scratched it with his hand in confusion, ready to turn over and sleep for a while~

Bedside~

Polly stood behind her eldest son, Lindsay, and waved silently to her youngest daughter, Bernice, in encouragement. .

Little Bernice, who was wearing a ponytail, saw her mother's "naughty" look, and with a very wonderful expression, she stretched out her little hand and lightly scratched David's exposed calf twice.

"..Wow~"

"Ah!" David's sudden "counterattack" made the frightened little Lindsay turn her head and hide in her mother's arms. .

"... Wuwuwu~" After being stunned for two seconds, little Bernice grinned and cried loudly. .

"Hahahaha~" Seeing that his "raid" was successful, David made a proud face to Polly, laughed, grabbed a nightgown, and ran into the bathroom.

"..." Polly saw the back of David running into the bathroom "awkwardly". She was angry and funny and hugged her little daughter tighter, coaxing her and her son, little Lindsay. .

. . .

After half an hour.

First floor living room.

Polly glanced at the children sitting at the dining table and gave Cui Yingying instructions again. .

Then, she turned to look at Zina and Elena, thought for a while, stepped forward and said something~

At the dining table.

David glanced to the left at the butler Acklade, who was holding back his laughter, and turned to ask little Lindsay sitting on the right.

"What do you and your sister want to do in the morning?"

"..."

"Do you prefer to go to the beach? Or go hiking?"

"..."

"How about... how about we go see whales?"

"..."

"Bernice, what about you? Would you rather watch whales or play in the sand?"

"..."

"Tsk!!"

David feels. .I'm going to die!

He has never done such things as coaxing and communicating with children. .

Because he never had children of his own. .

. . .

after breakfast.

Polly kissed the two children, said goodbye to them, refused David's farewell, got into the car with some reluctance, and left~

Little Lindsay and little Bernice watched their mother's car slowly go away, surprised. .Not too sad or sad~

When David saw that his two children were so "sensible", he also had many strange thoughts in his mind~

. . .

Honolulu International Airport.

Old Malkin led Ludy, Polly, David Romano and Jackal onto the private plane.

Jackal, who was flying on a private plane for the first time, resisted the urge to look around~

He asked the middle-aged beautiful stewardess for a drink, found a seat by the window, and acted like a "quiet handsome man." .

David Romano is obviously much more comfortable and relaxed than Jackal~

Before taking off, he looked around inside the plane. .

After the plane was about to take off, he returned to Old Malkin, shook his head and sighed.

"That boy David... really knows how to enjoy it!"

"..Haha~"

"It's not like you can't afford it." Old Malkin glanced at Romano and joked.

"Tsk~"

"This is different!"

David Romano turned his head and looked out the window, seeming to be talking to himself.

"I still feel safer flying with a group of strangers..."

"..." Old Malkin smiled noncommittally at the sense of security Romano said, turned to look at his daughter Polly, and asked.

"How are you, kids?"

"Ok!"

Polly supported her chin with one hand and smiled melancholy.

"I hope... the children will like him~"

"Yeah~ I will!" Old Malkin nodded with a smile, glanced at the other "quiet handsome man" Ludy, and also turned to look out the window, lost in thought.

----

After half an hour.

A private jet from Houston landed at Honolulu International Airport.

Giles and Bloomer stepped out of the plane, followed the crew's guidance, and successfully found Mr. Gardener and Zina who came to pick them up. .

"Hi~ We're here!"

After seeing the two of them, Zina waved her arms from a distance and smiled.

"Smart Ghost" Blumer, after seeing Xina, turned to Giles and smiled.

"Haha~ I won!"

"Get the money quickly!"

"..." The expression on Giles' face was like. .He looked as ugly as if he had eaten a bad meal. He took out a few pieces of change from his pocket, threw them to Bloomer, and curled his lips.

"You win..."

"Hehe~"

"What do you mean I win?"

"That boy David, after that weird engagement ceremony with Lilith..."

"If you don't have any complaints in your heart...do you believe it?"

"..." Giles closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Blumer put the change he won into his pocket, walked around with his head shaking, and said with a smirk.

"We should...bring Laura too!"

"If she doesn't come, the fun will be a lot less~"

"..roll!"

"You don't mind the chaos?"

"Ha~"

"It's not like I have so many girlfriends...what am I afraid of?"

"..."

Having said this, Bloomer suddenly slowed down, squinted his eyes slightly, and asked Giles in a low voice.

"Guess... David and this Zina, will they also... huh?"

"what?"

"Aren't you sick?"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely...impossible!"

"Hey~"

"Let's bet another ten dollars!"

"Don't say...I won't give you a chance to win it back!"

Giles stopped, looked at Zina not far away, thought about it with a somewhat tangled expression, and gritted his teeth.

"Bet!"

"make a deal!"

Blumer happily took out ten knives from his pocket and waved them in front of Giles.

"How dare you believe that bastard David?"

"There's nothing he can't do..."

"You overestimate him too!"

"...Hiss~" Giles scratched his head hard and glared at Bloomer, trying hard to stop himself from thinking nonsense. .

"Hahahaha~" Seeing his appearance, Blumer couldn't help but put his hands on his hips proudly and walked towards Zina with a big smile.

----

new York.

Brooklyn, Brighton Beach.

afternoon.

Snowflakes gradually began to drift in the gloomy sky.

The owner of the Caribbean Club, gang leader Yevsi Borisovich Agron, stood in front of the club with a face as gloomy as the weather, gritting his teeth and whispering.

"Emil, go and gather people..."

"We'll start the war tonight!"

"...Okay~" Emil, who once served in the special forces of the Great Bear Country, glanced at the club door that had been burned beyond recognition and responded with clenched fists.

"...Where's Marat?"

"You haven't found him yet?" Agron asked with an extremely cold voice, looking at Emil who was about to leave.

"No~"

"However...his wife said that Marat has only had dinner at home once in recent days~"

"I guess he is sleeping in some lover's house..."

"...You go!" Agron took a few deep breaths with anger and helplessness, and waved his hand to Emil.

Emil rolled his eyes, pretending to glance casually at a few people on the street in the distance, strode into his car, and left quickly~

Apparently, he also saw it from the surprise attack last night. .

This attack is definitely a long-planned revenge!