Manhattan Reborn 1978

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Honolulu Island, the easternmost point of Waikiki Beach.

When Pamela Randy, wearing a navy blue bikini, appeared in front of David and others, there seemed to be some inexplicable power that made everyone quiet down and look at her in silence. .

David, who was still pressing Lilith's back with his hands and applying sunscreen to her, was immediately stunned when he saw her face~

Why does this face always seem familiar to him?

"Are you...?" Aclade, the butler standing nearby, was the first to step forward and ask.

"I'm Pamela Randy."

"Mr. Coleman, I think you already know why I'm here!"

"Um..." David grinned when he saw Pamela Randy, and she actually took the initiative to turn around in a circle, indicating that there was no place to hide weapons or other "things" on her body.

"Hi~ Did Ezra Claymore ask you to come?"

"Yes.."

"What does he want to do?"

"Explain the misunderstanding..."

David quickly took care of the last part of Lilith's back that was not covered with sunscreen oil, patted her twice and asked.

"Do you think...she looks familiar?"

"Oh? Did you see it too?"

"..No!"

"Who does she look like? Please remind me..."

Lilith turned to look at David, pulled his ear, and whispered: "Madam President!"

"...What?!"

"Tsk!!"

"She is the wife of former President Richard Nixon!"

"Forehead.."

David scratched his head with his hand and felt that he had no impression of the first lady.

But at this time, Livlin, who was dragging Leslie to "settle accounts", walked up to David and Lilith with a strange expression, pointed at Pamela Randy and asked.

"You just said...what's your name?"

"Pamela Randy."

"how old are you?"

"..25 years old."

"Okay, Livlin!"

Leslie sat up from the recliner, walked to David's side, looked at Pamela Randy, and smiled.

"Please go over there and wait for a while, okay?"

"We still need a few minutes."

"Ok."

. . .

Pamela Randy lay down neatly under a parasol in the farthest corner~

With a height of over 175cm, her slender figure looks very tall and well-proportioned against the sea blue bikini, and she looks particularly attractive~

David took a few tissues from Lilith's hand, wiped the sunscreen on his hands, and looked at Leslie and Livlin and asked.

"President Nixon's wife, does she look similar?"

"Yeah~" Livlin glanced at the sunscreen oil in Lilith's hand and said with a deliberately pouty mouth.

"A few years ago, when Nixon came to California to give speeches to canvass, his wife Patricia was always with him, accompanying him..."

"This Pamela Randy... looks so much like her~"

"If I hadn't met Nixon and Patricia's three daughters, I would have thought she was too."

"Okay~!" Leslie suddenly interrupted Livlin, put one hand around her shoulders, and asked for sunscreen oil from Lilith with the other hand, and smiled at David.

"She just said she wanted to talk to you?"

"Let's talk about business first~ We'll talk about these gossips during lunch."

"Okay~" David tilted his head and thought for a while, shrugged and smiled at Tilda Swinton.

"Sorry, can you wait until I get back?"

"Okay!" Tilda held a bottle of sunscreen oil in her hand, smiled and nodded.

. . .

David did not immediately go to Pamela Randy and ask her about her visit. Instead, he first walked to Brotney Mecia who was not far away and whispered a few words to her.

Mexia glanced at the tall figure in the beach chair in the distance and smiled: "Are you doubting... Is this a honey trap?"

David spread his hands and said with a weird smile: "A CIA agent actually wants to use a honey trap on me... Should I be happy? Or should I be afraid?"

"Haha~" Mecia smiled and raised her head, puffing out her chest, causing the bikini top on her upper body to tremble slightly.

"I'm going to tell her right now... She has to use a beauty trap, and she has to be behind me!"

"Uh...hehe~"

David lowered his head and glanced at the "turbulent waves" for a few times, and couldn't help but give Mecia a thumbs up: "It's all my fault!"

"You are really... powerful!"

"Hahaha~"

Mecia smiled and rolled her eyes at this "sweet-mouthed" boy. Not caring about the looks of the people around her, she strode to the lounge chair next to Pamela Landy and sat down, chatting with her naturally.

David stood there and thought for a moment, then walked up to Mr. Gardener and asked in a low voice.

"Can you...can you contact Otis Parker now?"

"It should be okay~ He stays in the Gold Coin Hotel these days and rarely goes out."

"Let's go! Let's go find the phone now."

"...ok!" Mr. Gardener said, glancing at the "uninvited guest" who was chatting with Mexia in the distance, and led David quickly towards a swimsuit store that he had already observed.

----

new York.

It's approaching evening~

The southernmost tip of Manhattan, the Twin Towers Plaza.

Sam Rogers takes a cigarette from Mikhail Friedliman.

After lighting it, Sam took a few deep breaths, raised his head and exhaled a cloud of smoke in the direction of the sunset, and then felt completely relaxed.

Mikhail, who was silently observing Sam next to him, also looked towards the red sunset in the west and asked in a low voice with a smile on his lips.

"You clearly decided to close all your positions just now, right?"

"Why did you leave $100 million to Bernard Madoff and ask him to continue investing in frozen concentrated orange juice futures on your behalf tomorrow?"

Sam raised the cigarette in his hand, glanced at the exquisite trademark on it, and said with a smile: "This kind of cigarette... isn't cheap, is it?"

"It's okay~"

"Hehe~"

“When I first joined Goldman Sachs, I had a fellow senior equity analyst named Baum Hinkson who would often teach me something.”

"He said: Whether it's stocks, bonds or futures~"

"Newbies often die from chasing the rise and killing the fall; veterans often die from being confident and buying the bottom; experts often die from irrationally adding capital!"

"And Baum, who said these words, ended up being driven by his own hot-headedness and irrationality. It's unfortunate..."

"In the stock market crash a few years ago, he not only lost his clients' money, but also his own savings, house, and loan."

"Later, he went bankrupt."

"Divorce + family's incomprehension + friends' indifference + the company's blame dumping, Baum was thrown into the abyss and completely reduced to a homeless person that everyone can't avoid~"

"If I hadn't seen him by chance on the street last weekend... I would never have believed that Baum, who once stood in front of me and talked eloquently, would have ended up in such a tragic end..."

Sam took a long drag on his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, stamped it out, and asked Mikhail.

"I heard from Madoff that you can be considered a self-made man..."

"So, you should understand better than me the ups and downs of life and what they will bring~"

"Commodity futures, from the nature of trading, is a game of human nature, gambling!"

"I luckily won my bet today, but what about the losers?"

"Hehe~"

"No one will remember the loser!"

"Their eyes only focus on lucky winners like me~"

"But what they don't know is... I never like this kind of gambling where winning or losing can be decided in an instant!"

"Because every time I see those price figures beating rapidly, I feel my heart speed up and speed up again..."

"This... suffering is simply too bad!"

"If I could make a choice, I would never want to come to a ghost place like this again!"

"...Hahahaha~" Mikhail looked at Sam Rogers, whose expression was still a little palpitating, and laughed loudly.

Today's "hot" trading scene in the Commodity Futures Exchange made Sam's heart beat crazily. .

Even he, a bystander who did not know much about professional futures knowledge, could not help but feel heart discomfort due to the violent price fluctuations many times. .

He finally understood~

Why do those futures traders hide in the toilet or office before the market opens every day, absent-mindedly discussing their recent health conditions, but not saying a word about today's work? .

The life of an ordinary person has several ups and downs, which can be considered quite bumpy.

But these futures traders will experience two, three, or more ups and downs almost every month. .

They have been engaged in this kind of "stimulating" work for a long time, and it is incredible that they can maintain good physical condition!

Therefore, after Mikhail smiled, he nodded to Sam in agreement and sighed.

"I will never come to this kind of ghost place again!"

"Hahaha~" Sam looked back at the Twin Towers behind him and laughed easily.

"Then you must find an investment advisor who is in good health and reliable to help you manage your investments!"

"Hmm~"

"Actually, I've found it."

"Oh?"

"Hehe~"

Sam understood what Mikhail meant, but he did not continue the topic and waved his hands.

"Sorry ~ I have to go back to the company to deal with some work that has been accumulated in the past two days."

"Let's talk another day!"

"..ok!"

Mikhail nodded very "interestingly", glanced at Bernard Madoff, who was standing at the gate of the futures exchange, "hot chatting" with two friends, and smiled.

"You want to go back to Wall Street? I'm on your way."

"I send you?"

"no thank you!"

"I want to walk back by myself and relax."

"Okay~"

"Bye, Sam!"

"goodbye.."

----

Manhattan.

At the intersection of No. 12 Avenue and 40 Street.

On the street in front of the da company's small building, Marat Poyezhnev had been sitting in the car waiting for nearly three hours, and finally he waited for his "rightful owner".

At the gate of the small building, Polly Sidrich was carrying a small bag and adjusting her coat while following Black Mike towards the car on the street.

Marat immediately came outside the car, took a deep breath, waved to Polly and said hello.

Polly looked at him a little doubtfully, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Are you...?"

"My name is Marat..."

"I'm here..."

"Oh~"

Polly listened for a moment to the explanation of Mr. Marlatt, who had a distinct accent, and then she nodded slightly with a smile on her lips.

"I know you!"

"Yuri Orlov, who asked you to come to me, told my secretary the news."

"I thought you wouldn't come for a few days."

"I didn't expect you to be so impatient!"

Marat nodded to Polly apologetically and said with a smile, "Can I talk to you?"

"Just 10 minutes!"

"Okay~" Polly thought for a moment and nodded.

"It just so happens that I'm going to visit the warehouse in New Jersey. Come on, get in the car~"

"Ok!"

. . .

on the way.

Marat, who was invited by Polly to sit in the back row, calmed down for a moment and then spoke directly about all his experiences since arriving in New York.

Polly listened patiently and attentively.

Occasionally, she would ask questions that she was curious about during Marat's pauses. After getting the answers, she would ask some questions about Marat's personal thoughts and the angles from which he considered solutions to difficult problems. wait.

After about half an hour.

The car driven by Black Mike passed through Jersey City and turned south into a seaport warehouse area on the outskirts of Jersey City.

When they arrived at their destination, Polly asked Marat to wait for a while, and she led Black Mike into the continuous seaport warehouse area to check and verify a batch of goods that had arrived in the port in recent days.

Polly had just casually said in the car that this batch of goods was from a trading company affiliated to Da Company. It was the first batch of furniture and carpets imported from Europe, as well as the first batch of TV sets and small family car spare parts imported from island countries. .

However, when Marat leaned on the door of the car and looked at the row of huge warehouses in the distance and the mountains of goods piled in each warehouse, he had a deeper understanding of this company that had only been established for more than half a year. learn.

In the import trade, if there are no relatively complete sales channels and cooperative retailers, these goods can only be piled up in warehouses and eat dust. .

In export trade, if you can't open the market with lower prices and higher product quality and find suitable customers, you can only watch others making money and worry about it yourself. .

Marat watched Polly lead a few people into the warehouse, and then walked to a place far away from the main entrance of the warehouse. He made a rough estimate in his mind from the stacking of goods at the gate. .

The width of this warehouse is about 10 meters, the height is about 7 meters, and the length cannot be estimated. .

It was too dark to see clearly.

But just these TV sets piled at the door made Marat feel a little shocked~

He had never seen hundreds of TV sets of the same model neatly placed together. .

. . .

After about an hour.

Accompanied by several staff members, Polly read the details of the goods, told them a few words about safety, and then got into the car and prepared to go home~

Marat looked through the car window at the harbor warehouse area that was slowly disappearing from sight. After thinking for a moment, he asked the silent Polly.

"I see that in this warehouse area, there are only imported goods?"

"What are your company's export products?"

"Oh?"

When Polly heard this question, she felt that the "rash" Mr. Marlatt seemed to have a new idea, so she asked.

"What products do you think we can do export business?"

"..." Marat paused for a moment when asked, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Sorry~"

"I rarely pay attention to the news about export products and don't know what can be done in this regard..."

"Haha~ It doesn't matter."

"It's normal that you don't know."

"Our company mainly exports agricultural products and wood, toys, stationery, etc. to countries such as Europe and island countries."

"The rest of the products made in the United States no longer have any price or product advantages in the international market."

"The TV sets, car parts, furniture and other goods you just saw were all obtained in exchange for export contracts."

"In the past few years, the U.S. government has also adopted restrictive import policies on televisions and related products made in island countries, and has begun calling on people to boycott television sets from island countries."

"Last year, the island government once again signed an agreement to voluntarily restrict the export of televisions."

“After that, the price of island country TVs retailed in the domestic market quickly increased by 20%, and a strange situation occurred where there was a price but no market~”

"So, we signed a trade product swap contract with an island trading company, which can offset part of the TV import tariffs."

"But this kind of contract can only be considered temporary..."

"If the U.S. government continues to impose high tariffs on products from island countries, it will be difficult for us to find loopholes to avoid and reduce taxes and make profits."

When Polly said this, she spread her hands to Marat with a sigh and smiled.

"I used to hear people say... It's hard to do business now! It's even harder to do import and export trade!"

"But I was still a full-time housewife at that time, and all these people's complaints were treated as noise and automatically filtered out~"

"But when I started doing import and export trading business, I really realized..."

"How difficult it is for those who can persist in such a harsh market environment!"

"It's hard to make money!"

"..." Marat was speechless. .

"Hehe~"

"You might think that I'm showing off on purpose, right?"

"no!"

"I just suddenly remembered the period of my life before coming to New York~"

"Uh...??" Polly blinked a few times quickly, and immediately understood what Marat meant, and asked with a frown.

"You want me to do...export trade to the big bear country?"

"No!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Marat's mouth, he squinted his eyes and said softly: "You don't need your company to do business with businessmen from Xiong Daguo~"

"My family and I have just received our green cards, and we are already half-American~"

"So, let's go to a small country in Asia, set up an international trading company, and then join forces with businessmen from those big countries to do import and export trade!"

Polly was very interested in his idea.

She thought for a while and asked, "Do you know a more reliable and honest businessman?"

"In this kind of business, if both parties do not have a certain understanding and mutual trust, and rely entirely on contracts to restrict both parties... this is a big problem that we must face!"

Marat smiled very confidently, his eyes sparkling, and said: "In terms of integrity, I am least worried about it."

"If someone dares to lie to us... he will pay with his life!"

"Ok?"

"What do you mean?" Polly stopped smiling and asked.

"Hehe~"

"Have you ever heard of the law thieves in the Gulag?"

"..No~"

"The thieves are a group of lawless and outright villains!"

"But in the Gulag concentration camp, there is also a group of sworn enemies who have been fighting for many years and still can't decide the winner..."

"That group of people are called Suka by the villains and thieves!"

"It just so happens that I know a Suka who came out of the Gulag."

"He was able to come out alive and become one of the largest black marketeers in the Far East, relying on his brains and character."

"If we can provide him with various commodities that are in high demand on the black market, he will also try his best to help us fulfill our various needs!"

"...I understand~"

"Do you want to do smuggling business?"

"Hehe~"

"The import and export business I want to do does not happen in the United States. The US government cannot control me~"

"As for whether it's legal..."

"It depends on how the laws of each country define it."

"However, from your point of view, this business is worth a try!"

"If you make money, it will be good for all of us~"

"If you pay compensation or get caught, it's just me taking care of everything. It has nothing to do with you."

"What you lost...maybe just some goods that are not valuable~"

Polly suppressed the smile in her heart, looked at Marat seriously, and nodded.

"You want to see David?"

"Yes!"

"You must meet him. What do you want to do?"

"Work for him!"

"My mind, experience and identity can definitely bring him great benefits in some aspects!"

"Um.."

Polly nodded slightly, patted her knees with her hands, and said to Black Mike who was driving.

"Let's go to the Gold Coin Hotel first."

"Mr. Marat, I can give you the opportunity!"

"But you must first meet a future colleague who has some abnormal brains~"

"If he doesn't approve of you, or you can't stand his quirks..."

"Then you'd better not go see David!"

"Hi~"

"Is there anything else I need to know in advance?" Marat tried to get some more useful information from Polly.

Polly shrugged with a smile and said with a smile: "After you meet him, you'd better restrain all curiosity and make sure you are honest."

"Ok~Thank you!"

"Hahaha~ You're welcome."

"I'm looking forward to seeing Mr. Otis Parker, how he will react~"

"..."

Marat saw Polly's strange smile and felt something in his heart. .Not so good? !

The brain is not normal. .What means?

Neuropathy?

Or mental illness?