Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Lunch time.

At the southernmost tip of Manhattan, in a high-end restaurant near the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

Bernard Madoff and his friend Mikhail Friedliman, as well as the two futures trader friends they mentioned when they called Sam this morning, finally found Sam Rogers.

A corner of the restaurant.

Sam Rogers handed over his coat, hat and briefcase to the waiter, then deliberately unbuttoned two suit buttons, walked to Bernard Madoff, and said with a smile.

"Sorry~"

"I was just waiting for an important call at the company and I was late."

"It doesn't matter! We just arrived."

Madoff took the initiative to pull Sam to sit down and gave a brief introduction to several people. As the leader of the topic for several people, Madoff gradually made the atmosphere more relaxed and familiar.

ten minutes later.

The waiter brought Sam the main course. Madoff smiled and raised his glass, told a few people an interesting joke, and brought the topic to the "main topic" of the day.

"Sam, have you...made a decision?"

"Yeah!" Sam glanced at Madoff, heard that he deliberately skipped the word "boss", and nodded with a smile.

Mikhail, who was sitting next to Madoff, had already seen the tacit understanding between the two and said with a smile: "This time, you won't forget me again, right?"

"Hahaha~ You can't help but want to join too?!"

"Of course!"

Madoff's smiling eyes were shining, and he turned to look at Sam and asked, "What do you think?"

Sam cut a piece of beef sausage with a table knife, shrugged and said with a smile, "Okay!"

"Okay!" Madoff turned to Mikhail and winked, then looked at the two futures trader friends, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became more relaxed.

Although Sam seemed to be led by Madoff, he chatted enthusiastically with several people about various interesting things. .

But in his heart, the words Odis Parker once said in his office were still echoing.

Because Sam thinks. .Bernard Madoff could only be considered a colleague, not even half a friend.

The remaining Mikhail and the two futures traders who came to visit us can't even talk about "friendship"~

Therefore, Sam can only keep himself "awake" at all times so that he will not be confused by those short-lived and hypocritical illusions!

----

new York.

Southeast of Manhattan Island, Brooklyn.

Yevsi Borisovich Agron, the owner of the Brighton Beach Caribbean Club, led two lawyers out of the npyd76 branch.

Today is the third time Agron has come to the police station in recent days to cooperate with the investigation.

But this group of police officers, who had an unusually sloppy work style, obviously did not take the large-scale street fight that broke out near the Caribbean Club that night to heart. .

What made Agron feel even more outrageous was this. .The reason these policemen asked him to assist in the investigation was actually because of a case in which several of his men attempted to break into a house but were shot to death by residents. .

Those damn bastards who escaped from battle, Agron wished he could beat them to death with his own hands!

However, the police asked him to assist in the investigation. .

This is obviously because someone is trying to disgust him behind his back~

. . .

npyd76 branch, on the street outside the gate.

Michael Franzese, one of Brooklyn gang boss Francisco Barone's subordinates, emerged from a car.

He looked at Agron not far away, waved to him and said.

"Hi~"

"My boss, I want to talk to you!"

"...?!" Agron stood next to the car, raised his hand to the men around him, stopped them from touching his arms, and asked after thinking for a while.

"can!"

"But...it's up to me to decide the meeting place."

"Okay~"

"Tonight at six o'clock, you decide the location."

"You have my number, call me anytime."

After saying these words, Michael Franzese got into the car very simply and drove it away~

Agron stood there with a frown, looking at the car that disappeared at the corner of the street in the distance. Although his face showed no expression, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

really!

His military advisor Marat made the right bet again!

----

Manhattan.

At the intersection of No. 12th Avenue and 40th Street, there is a small company building.

On the fifth floor, in the office.

Polly picked up the phone and looked at a financial statement in her hand.

"Hi~ I'm Polly."

"Mayor Hardeman's office?"

"Ok."

About 2 minutes later, a familiar man's voice came from the microphone.

"Hi~Mr. Mayor."

"Haha~ You are the real busy person, I am not..."

"Oh?"

"What do you want?"

"Sheraton?"

"...I have indeed met Isadore Sharp from the Four Seasons Hotel."

"We were in London and talked about the plan to open a hotel in Manhattan. He said at that time that he would go back and think about it and give me an answer."

"As a result, we have been waiting for more than a month, and he doesn't have an accurate one..."

"Yes."

"Hehe~"

"Dinner?"

"..Can!"

"How about we go to Wildfire on 42nd Street?"

"The lobster there tastes very good! Many people like it..."

"Six o'clock?"

"ok~"

"Goodbye, Mr. Mayor!"

. . .

After hanging up the phone, Polly shook the pen in her hand with her fingertips and laughed unconsciously.

mayor. .gentlemen! ?

If placed a year ago. .

Do not!

Even more than half a year ago, she never thought she would receive it. .A private dinner invitation from the Mayor of New York.

Because at that time, she was still a full-time housewife taking care of her children at home. .

And all these changes are. .

Polly sat back in her chair, pressed her lower abdomen with her hand, and said softly with a happy smile on her lips.

"Greedy... little bastard!"

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu.

In the somewhat "dazzling" morning light, Zhang Maochang and Zhang Jia'an, father and son who came from Xiangjiang yesterday, followed Cui Yingying into the yard. They happened to see the housekeeper Ackleide and the maid Chasida decorating the lawn. sitting on the breakfast table.

"Morning you guys~" Cui Yingying walked quickly to Aklade and greeted the two of them.

"Good morning, madam!" Butler Acklade smiled and nodded to Cui Yingying, and then nodded slightly to Zhang Maochang and his son who came with her.

The maid Chasida's slightly cold face forced out a smile and said to Cui Yingying.

"In the kitchen, I'm ready."

"Okay! Let's go there together!" Cui Yingying reached out and patted Aklade, pulled Chasida and walked into the holiday house with a smile.

Butler Acklade made an invitation gesture to Zhang Maochang and his son, invited them to sit at the dining table, poured them juice and gave them two newspapers.

Zhang Maochang thanked him a few words in not very fluent English, pulled his son to sit down, and watched the housekeeper Acklade turn around and walk into the holiday home, pursed his lips and said nothing.

His son Zhang Jia'an kept looking around and whispered into his father's ear.

"Last night, we didn't realize it when we came here...it's so big here!"

"..." Zhang Maochang glared at his son, picked up a newspaper in front of him, put it into his hand and said.

"Come on, read a few passages to me."

"Uh..." Zhang Jia'an looked at the entire English report in the newspaper and said with a wry smile.

"On the plane when I came here, I tried to read these newspapers and magazines..."

"They are different from the English I learned in school!"

"I can't understand a lot of it..."

"Isn't it all in English? Why can't you understand it?" Zhang Maochang took a sip of juice and looked at his son in confusion.

Zhang Jia'an scratched his head, pointed to the headline on the front page of the newspaper and said, "We all learn British English in school."

"But these newspapers are all about American English commonly used by Americans, with a lot of grammar and words..."

"I can only understand the general meaning, the rest can only be guessed..."

Zhang Maochang turned his head and looked at the newspaper in his son's hand, thought for a moment, and asked: "Then the words you translated for me last night were all your own guesses...?"

"Well...that's not the case."

"I only don't understand some of the more unusual words they speak in English, but the rest... I can still follow them~"

"Ok!"

Zhang Maochang's serious face softened a little, and he sighed helplessly: "Your sister Cui Yingying had never been to the UK or the United States before leaving Hong Kong..."

"She can adapt very quickly... You should also learn more from her!"

"Oh..." Zhang Jia'an lowered his head, resisting the urge to refute and complain, and quickly searched the newspaper for news of interest.

. . .

After half an hour.

Cui Yingying prepared the last plate of side dishes in the kitchen, and just as she was about to hand it to Chasida to take out, she saw David leaning against the door of the kitchen with his arms folded, looking at her with a smile.

"When did you go to bed last night? Why did you get...the dark circles under your eyes?"

Cui Yingying walked quickly to David with a concerned look on her face, wiped her fingers clean, and lightly tapped David's cheek and asked.

"Hehe~"

David reached out to hold her in his arms, kissed her hard twice, and said with a smile: "Lawyer George will come to you later to sign a few things."

"sign..?"

"Yes~"

"When the time comes, you will know!"

"Let's go have breakfast first."

"...Okay!" Cui Yingying smiled and did not continue to ask. She took off the apron from her waist and put it aside. She hugged David's arm and walked out of the holiday house.

on the lawn.

When David saw that only Zhang Maochang and his son were sitting quietly at the "refreshing" dining table, he put his arms around Cui Yingying and walked up to them and spoke slowly.

"Please feel free, there are no outsiders here."

"Okay." Zhang Maochang smiled gently, roughly understood what David meant, and sat down with his son.

. . .

while eating breakfast.

David did not mention his relationship with Cui Yingying to Zhang Maochang and his son, but took the initiative to ask about their living conditions in Xiangjiang and Zhang Jia'an's studies and work.

Zhang Jiaan is undoubtedly lucky!

When he was young, he received a lot of care from Zhang Maochang's eldest disciple Xu Congshan, Cui Yingying and others, and he was a child who lived a carefree life~

When he grew up, Cui Yingying's senior brother Zhang Wenbiao appeared in his life, which made him see a different life path. When Cui Yingying got married but had no children of her own, he became the one she cared about the most. A relative. .

However, Zhang Maochang has a very clear attitude towards Cui Yingying's doting on his youngest son Zhang Jia'an.

He believes that Jia'an must not live with the constant pampering and protection of his brothers and sisters. .

If you do that, it will only turn this youngest son into an irresponsible loser.

Therefore, after Cui Yingying got married, he began to systematically train Jia An's various independent abilities, and asked him to go out to work part-time to make money during various holidays, so as to experience the hardships and hardships of life in advance. The dangers of the human heart in society.

. . .

After a relaxing breakfast.

David invited Zhang Maochang and his son into the living room on the first floor and chatted with them for a while about chef Zhang Wenbiao's current situation in New York.

In addition, David carefully explained to Zhang Maochang the business plan for mass production of sauce packets that he had told Brother Biao. After he had no questions, he smiled at Cui Yingying.

"Attorney George, Brotney Mecia, Mr. Gardener, they should be arriving soon."

"For the next few days, let Mecia accompany you to play on the island."

"Then she will take the three of you to San Francisco to visit Professor John Conkers at Stanford University School of Medicine."

"The biomedical laboratory led by Professor Conkers is the most authoritative artificial insemination research group in the western United States."

"He should be able to help you find a solution to your infertility..."

"...Okay!" Cui Yingying, who was sitting next to David, looked into his eyes and hugged his arm tightly, as if she had a thousand words in her heart but couldn't express them all at the same time. .

David looked at her excited eyes, smiled and scratched the tip of her nose with his finger, and said softly.

"You guys sit down for a while and I'll go upstairs to get ready."

"Later, George will accompany me to find Klein to handle the name change procedures for these holiday homes."

"Well!" Cui Yingying stood up after David. Regardless of the surprised looks of Zhang Maochang and his son, she directly hugged David and kissed him passionately.

Lip points.

David patted Cui Yingying's back with his hand, kissed her red face, turned to say hello to Zhang Maochang and his son, and went upstairs.

. . .

David, gone.

Zhang Maochang looked at his daughter Cui Yingying, who he had raised with his own hands, with a complex expression, and felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. .

Ever since Cui Yingying was diagnosed with a physical problem and unable to have children, he has been actively looking for people to inquire about treatment methods or folk remedies. .

But he also knew in his heart that except for the British man. .Called artificial insemination, all other treatments are a waste of time!

Just now, he heard the word artificial insemination from David again, and he understood it immediately. .Why would Cui Yingying be so willing to stay by his side? .

Money is not all powerful. .

But having money can indeed relieve Cui Yingying's heart and satisfy her desire that has become an obsession~

Have a child of your own!

----

new York.

Afternoon~

The southernmost tip of Manhattan, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

New York Mercantile Exchange.

Sam Rogers, following Bernard Madoff, walked into the noisy trading floor, looked at the trading quotation board of frozen concentrated orange juice futures in the distance, and showed a confident smile.

Mikhail Friedliman, who followed the two men, although it was not the first time he entered the trading hall, he was not like this the previous few times he came here. .Feeling both nervous and excited~

In the distance, next to the trading pool where futures traders gathered, two traders who had just had lunch with Sam and others saw Bernard Madoff waving his hands, and immediately called out to the two traders beside him, Whispered a few words.

After listening carefully, the two traders glanced at their companions, walked to both sides of the trading pool in tacit agreement, and began to follow the plan, shouting to all traders who wanted to buy and go long, to sell in large quantities. Sell ​​order, short.

1 minutes, 2 minutes, 3 minutes.

The originally lively frozen concentrated orange juice futures trading pool suddenly became quiet.

Dozens of traders stopped bidding and trading, and looked quietly at the two guys on both sides of the trading pool who kept offering lower prices and placing sell orders. .

Bernard Madoff, who was standing in the distance, saw this scene and explained to his friend Mikhail with a smile.

"Commodity futures trading, to put it bluntly, is a betting transaction between buyers and sellers."

“When you are optimistic about the futures price of frozen orange juice in the next two months and feel that its current price is at a low level, you can place a buy order to go long, wait for its price to rise, and then place a sell order to go short and close the position. Take profits and get out.”

"On the other hand, if you feel that the futures price of frozen orange juice is too high, you can sell a sell order and wait for the price to drop, then buy a long order, close the position and leave at a profit, completing a speculation. trade."

Mikhail looked at the scene in the trading pool in the distance, where only two people were shouting "sell" and "short", and asked with some confusion.

"Then what's happening now...?"

"Hehe~"

Bernard Madoff showed a strange smile, leaned close to his old friend Mikhail, and whispered.

"You know...what are the necessary professional skills to become a qualified futures trader?"

"do not know."

"Sensitivity!"

"Look~"

"Those traders who were keeping quiet and waiting were very keenly aware that we were intending to sell large-scale shorts to drive down the price."

"As I just said, futures trading is a betting transaction between buyers and sellers on commodity prices."

“However, when the intention of a certain party is too obvious and the investment capital is far greater than the market’s estimate, traders will maintain a wait-and-see attitude for the first time and wait for opportunities to find a suitable price entry point and conduct price speculation. "

"look!"

"Some traders who were holding long orders saw that something was wrong, and followed our lead and began to close short positions and stop losses..."

Mikhail, who was staring closely at the trading pool, listened to the latest prices shouted by several traders, which actually dropped a little bit, and his heartbeat slowly accelerated~

Of course Bernard Madoff understood his old friend's mood at the moment, and turned to Sam with a smile and asked.

"Are we also preparing to enter the venue as agreed?"

"Ok!"

Sam stared at the distant place, which was constantly announcing the latest low-price frozen concentrated orange juice quotations, took a few deep breaths, and said.

"A quarter of an hour before the market closes, we enter the market!"

"..." The smile on Bernard Madoff's face became somewhat stiff. .

He hesitantly looked at the two friends standing next to the trading pool, thought for a moment, and whispered into Sam's ear.

"A quarter of an hour... is it too late?"

"How about we go in advance?"

"No!"

Sam shook his head very decisively, crossed his arms across his chest, glanced at Madoff, and smiled.

"Those two of your friends hold more than 20% of the short orders in the frozen concentrated orange juice market."

"And the funds I can use + the funds invested by Mikhail are just enough to take these short orders~"

"If we follow the plan now and wait until the price drops to their position line, we will enter the market and buy large amounts to go long..."

"Of course they can close their positions very coolly~"

"And what about us?"

"What if our purchase fails to catch the inertia of the market price continuing to fall and is directly trapped... What should we do?"

"Stop loss?"

“It’s better to wait for more people who want to speculate to join the long list until the price returns to a reasonable range~”

"Is your friend going to help us close our position and leave at a profit?"

Sam tilted his head slightly, looked at Madoff whose expression was constantly changing, and continued to ask with a hint of mockery.

"When we enter the market, we are helping them take over the order...so that they can exit the market without loss and arbitrage~"

"But what if they don't fulfill their agreement...?"

"You...do you really believe in the friendship and agreement with them?"

Bernard Madoff gritted his teeth and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his head.

He turned his head and glanced at his friend Mikhail, who was eavesdropping. He frowned and whispered.

"You're right!"

"If they break the promise, we're going to be in big trouble."

"But if we break our promise..."

"Hehe~"

Sam lowered his arms, shook his head and took a step forward, staring at the trading pool in the distance, and chuckled.

"They found someone to borrow the funds temporarily, and the interest is not a small sum~"

"I don't want to give up my own judgment in this kind of futures trading worth tens of millions of dollars just based on the trust and agreement between you and your friends!"

"So, I hope your two friends will have big hearts~"

"...Huh~" Madoff let out a long breath, stared at the two trader friends in the distance, and slowly closed his eyes.

Sam's decision is undoubtedly the most rational, clear-headed and self-interested decision.

Spend tens of millions of dollars to test friendship and humanity. .

Bernard Madoff asked himself, and may have been born unconsciously. .Do you want to benefit yourself at the expense of others? !

Mikhail, who was standing on the other side of Madoff, had a smile on his face. .A meaningful smile~

Sam Rogers.

I will definitely contact him more and get closer to him in the future.