Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Early morning~

Manhattan, at the intersection of 40th Street and 12th Avenue.

Da company, fifth floor.

Polly took off her coat and waved to Ludy who came in with her.

“Sit wherever you want~”

"Let's have a brief chat first. Andy, Ben Whitcott, and Olina Accountant will come over to discuss the details of this year's company tax return later."

"Filing taxes?!" Lu Di couldn't help laughing when he heard this very unfamiliar word.

"When filing taxes in previous years, my family's accountant was able to help our family get part of the tax refund benefits from the IRS."

"But this year..."

"Haha~" Polly found two rubber bands from the drawer, fixed her long hair, and sneered slightly mockingly.

"Then I haven't heard your wife talk about it. How much money did you get back to your family?"

"What about the money?"

"You took it all... and fed it to your lovers, right?"

"Cough! Cough~" Lu Di covered his chest with his hand, coughed a few times "tactically", changed the subject with a chuckle, and asked.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Polly stared at him for a few seconds, sighed, took out a memo from her small bag, and said while reading it.

"While we were on vacation on the Big Island of Hawaii, Lilith and I talked about a lot of details about the daily management within GE~"

"She gave me a brief overview of the centralization reforms at GE's headquarters in the past few years, namely the super-divisional management system that was implemented in January last year."

"I also told her about the current development status of our company and some of the problems encountered in daily management."

"Later, we combined our respective management knowledge and simply summarized a set of management models suitable for our company."

"But the establishment and implementation details of this model still require me and you, as well as all our current senior managers, to go to the General Electric headquarters to learn it!"

"Study?" When Lu Di heard this word, he immediately felt a headache, toothache, and body aches. .

He grimaced, grinned, and asked in a low voice, "I don't have to go, right?"

"Huh?" Polly looked at Ludy and asked with narrowed eyes.

“Our current company’s management structure still maintains the basic framework that David left us!”

"Lilith has contacted General Electric CEO Begnino Odesset for me."

"This weekend, Andy and I will rush to Boston to study."

"As a senior manager of the company, if you can't keep up with our development, you will have no choice but to be eliminated!"

"At that point...what will you do?"

"Go back to the streets and continue to hang out?"

"Rosenlow is about to take over the family business. If you go back... what will he do?"

"..." Lu Di pursed his lips and lowered his head, speechless~

Polly felt that her tone was a bit too much. .He became stern and lowered his voice as he continued.

"Before I left Honolulu this time, I had already talked with David about the problems that the company would face in its development."

"He thought Mayor Hardman could be of some help to us."

“So, when I met with Mayor Hardman, I proposed the idea of ​​donating money to build a maternal and child health hospital in the renovation plan of the old pier in Manhattan.”

"You... want to donate money to build a hospital?"

"I don't think so!"

"It is our Sidrich family who wants to set up a charity foundation and donate money to build a hospital that provides affordable medical treatment for women and children living in poverty!"

"...I understand!" Rudy's eyes flashed with the shadow of Mayor Hardman, and he asked with a frown.

"Regarding the renovation plan of the abandoned old pier, previous mayors have also mentioned it..."

"Hardman, can you deal with those bastards in the city council?"

"That's a headache for him!"

Polly placed the memo in her hand on the table, tapped it with her fingertips, and whispered.

"In addition to the branches managed by Ben Whitaker, you must also gradually take over the management of nightclubs, construction companies and transportation companies."

"Only in this way will I have the energy to establish the company's administrative, financial, and human resources departments, as well as the strategic development department that will be modeled after General Electric Company!"

"...ok!" Lu Di nodded with a serious expression.

He naturally knew in his heart how intense and difficult Polly's work had been over the past few months~

. . .

"Clang clang clang~"

"Please come in!"

At the door of Polly's office, Andy, Sally, Ben Whitcott, and Pittman Olina from Olina Accounting Firm walked into the office.

Sally, who was the last to close the door, smiled at Polly and said, "Mr. Isadore Sharpe, who came from Canada, just came here. He said he was your old friend and wanted to meet you!"

"Oh?"

"Hehe~"

Polly laughed unconsciously, invited a few people to sit down, and explained: "We were in London and talked about the plan to open a hotel together."

"This guy said he would go back to discuss it with his partners and give us an accurate answer as soon as possible."

"But he has been gone for two months and there is no news..."

"The results of it?"

"I still learned from Mayor Hardman that this guy actually quietly approached the Sheraton Hotel Group for cooperation!"

Polly shrugged to a few people and said with a smile: "But since he is here..."

"Then let him wait first~"

"If he doesn't even have this patience, we'll do it ourselves!"

"Haha~ok!"

"Shall we start now?"

"Ok!"

Polly looked at Olina, thought for a while and asked, "Let's put the accounts and tax returns of our branches aside for now."

"I would like to know, what are the tax reporting requirements of the IRS for multinational trading companies?"

"If our trading company was not located in the United States... wouldn't it save a lot of trouble?"

Olina obviously heard similar questions for the first time. She smiled and explained to Polly: "The tax payment regulations of trading companies in the US tax law are very complicated."

"Based on your general question, I can't give you an accurate answer~"

"We must first have specific examples and professional tax lawyers to fully answer your questions from both legal and financial aspects."

"Oh~" Polly nodded helplessly, thought about it, and asked again.

"Suppose... we set up a company in an overseas tax haven country specifically for tax avoidance, is it okay?"

"of course can!"

"However, after the money flows out of the United States, it can only be deposited in foreign banks."

"If you want to take them back to the country for use legally, you must submit a tax payment application to the IRS and New York State!"

"So, I'm not suggesting you use this to avoid taxes right now."

"Company Da's total financial income last year can be completely reconciled in the accounts, and it can even obtain an encouraging tax refund subsidy from the state government!"

"Okay..." Polly pressed the question in her mind first and smiled at Andy, the company's financial director.

"I'm fine!"

"Okay~" Andy put on his reading glasses, glanced at his lover Sally beside him, and smiled.

"Let's get this done before I'm an old fool..."

"Hahahaha~" Sally rolled her eyes at him charmingly and laughed.

----

Manhattan.

Located in a breakfast shop on East 75th Street.

Mag Ludwig drank the last bit of milk in the cup and waved to Ezra Cremo, the head of the CIA's New York branch, who was sitting opposite.

"Thank you for breakfast!"

"No~" Ezra Cremo took out a few coins from his pocket, put them under the coffee cup, and asked in a low voice.

"How did you get...my home phone number?"

"Haha~" Magu put away a piece of note paper on the table and said with a smile.

"It's not difficult for me to contact him and see him!"

"The really difficult thing is...how can I make him understand why I came to him~"

"And why did he have to patiently listen to what I had to say!!"

Ezra Cremo took two deep breaths, nodded slightly and said, "Tell me~ What do you want me to do?"

"No!"

"It was never my intention, or my boss's, to take advantage of you or your identity for anything."

"The misunderstanding between us is just your delusional imagination!!"

"So, it's my turn to ask you~ What do you want to do?!"

Ezra Cremo twitched the corners of his mouth twice, rested his arms on the table, and lowered his voice to explain.

"What I want...is the same as you once were!"

"I?"

Ma Ge smiled self-deprecatingly, with a hint of joking and sigh in his eyes: "Don't you know my fate?"

"know."

"Then you still want to...?!"

"Correct!"

Claymore moved his body forward a little more and said with a very serious expression: "I won't give up until you try it once!"

"..ok!"

Mag stared at him for a while, nodded slightly, placed some tableware on the table in front of him, and whispered.

"The price of breakfast has been marked on the menu by the owner."

"And yours?"

Claymore pursed his lips and whispered: "I have already said it~"

"Um.."

"Promotion, right?"

"..Yes!"

"This reason is not enough!"

Mager had a cold face and picked up the empty milk cup on the table: "Money? Power? Respect? Ideals? Faith? Freedom?"

"Apart from these?"

"You must give me a reason to be more convinced!"

"Because you have already broken your promise once!"

"..."

Claymore leaned back, followed Mage's example, placed the tableware in front of him, and whispered.

"Actually, we met many years ago."

"It was at a New Year's reception. You were holding an expensive crystal red wine glass in your hand, standing next to Secretary of State Kissinger and other officials. The way you talked and laughed confidently left a very deep impression on me."

"..Have it?"

"Why did I forget?" Mag asked in a calm voice as he flicked the plate in front of him with his fingertips.

"..."

Claymore sighed helplessly again, lowered his head and hesitated for a while before asking.

"Am I being smart again?"

"Hehe~"

Mag tapped the edge of the plate twice, tilted his head to look at Claymore, who looked dark and decadent, and said in a very soft voice.

"Yes~"

"The smarter a person is, the more he likes to be smart!"

"But they... always forget, intentionally or unintentionally, that even those seemingly well-designed plans will leave traces that are too subtle to detect!"

"And often it is these traces that people can follow!"

"So~"'

"Instead of going all out to play conspiracy tricks, it's better to be honest and direct!"

"Tell me, your choice!?"

"..." Claymore slowly clenched his fists and looked at Mager and asked.

"Do I have any other options?"

"Of course there is!"

"Put away those thoughts that you shouldn't have. After leaving this restaurant, we are just strangers~"

"Or, tell me all your true thoughts, and then let me determine whether I can give you one last chance."

"Hush~huh~"

"Okay~ I said!"

"The con man who met David at the Wildfire Bar, Ferdinand Walter Demara II, was the one I found someone to send him Zina Olivia's contact information."

"After Shinny, the former gang leader in the Bronx, disappeared, I secretly helped Carew and sold a large amount of drugs and valuable stolen goods in his hands."

"Last month, the case of imprisoning a girl in the basement in Queens was deliberately arranged by a few hooligans..."

"Later, Carew wanted to catch the robbers responsible for the Lufthansa heist. I also provided him with information and gave him some help..."

"Hmm~"

As if he already knew these things, Mag spread his hands and asked.

"You don't know the black guy who killed Joey, Lady Bumgarner?!"

"know.."

Ezra Cremo's entire figure seemed to be a bit shorter as he whispered.

"But he's not mine!"

"I only met him once and heard his name."

"Ok!"

"He doesn't have to count!"

"What did you do when Front Hardman was running for mayor?"

"..." Ezra Claymore smiled bitterly with a gloomy face and nodded.

"I did help... some people, made a little move."

"Is there any more?" Mager simply broke down the question one by one without taking the initiative, and continued to ask very concisely.

"..have!"

Claymore stared at the empty cup in front of him and whispered: "I just arrived in New York, and someone contacted me... and wanted me to help investigate David's details."

"If you have the chance, you might as well use some tricks to make him disappear from New York..."

"..who?!"

"Who is the person who contacted you?"

"... CEO of Salomon Corporation, John Gutfreund."

Ma Ge felt a little funny and nodded, indicating: "There is one more thing, do you want to continue to hide it?"

Ezra Cremo took a deep breath again: "...No!"

"David's butler, Aclade Parkinson, was a non-staff cooperating informant for the CIA's French branch."

"He had the opportunity to get close to David because Bloomer's father, Old Walton, knew about it in advance and deliberately arranged it~"

"Are you involved?"

"No."

"Then how did you know?"

"Guster!"

"Gust Evra Coste from the Overseas Greek Branch met him in Athens."

"I took pictures of everyone around David, and when Guster saw Ackleide Parkinson, he recognized him immediately."

"..."

really!

Mag Ludwig finally heard it. .The "truth" that David least wants to know!

----

Manhattan.

66th Street, FBI New York Division.

The person in charge, Harold Stone, walked into the office with a glowing face.

Following him, the "old fritter" Lexia Bernidi asked jokingly: "You are late! It's not like Helis wants you again before you set off..."

"fxxxyou!" Harold raised his middle finger to the old gangster and asked in a very good mood.

"What happened again?"

"..Um!"

Lekosha turned around and closed the door, sat opposite Harold, and asked hesitantly.

"Someone from the headquarters called and asked... about the security company."

"Oh?"

"Hmph~ Those guys have shit in their heads!"

Harold snorted disdainfully: "There are hundreds of private security companies similar to this across the country... Why doesn't anyone ask?"

"You just want to focus on the security company?"

Lekosha said he was innocent and spread his hands: "They are still waiting for you to call back..."

"Back the fart!"

Harold took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer, gave one to Lekosha, and sneered: "Before you came to New York, those idiots already called and asked about it~"

"Da Security Company's public carry permit is issued by the New York State Government."

"They hit a soft nail over there, but they keep chasing me and asking?!"

"You think, can I really take care of this kind of thing?"

"..." Lekosha also felt that this kind of thing sounded extremely disgusting, let alone intervening. .

So he nodded and changed the subject: "That boy Torres asked me to tell you that he has some new speculations about the crime pattern of the serial killer who committed crimes in the past few months~"

"Oh?"

Harold raised his eyebrows and asked as he recalled the serial killer who had been targeting women and children all over New York in recent months.

"What about others?"

"Go back to sleep!"

"He worked for two days and two nights before he roughly figured out the murderer's pattern of committing crimes."

"That bastard specifically picked out families without men at midnight. Most likely, he wanted to take out the discrimination, persecution, and abuse he had suffered on these victims."

"Also, he would be cruel to adult women every time, but he chose to use a gentler method to the children who were killed."

"So, Torres believes that the murderer must have similar brothers or sisters in his native family or adopted family."

"Ok!"

"Any more?"

"No more~"

"Um...he thought about it for two days, that's all?"

"..." Lekosha took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, looked askance at Harold, his immediate boss, and sneered.

"In the country, only the FBI established the Office of Criminal Research last year."

"It's very difficult for Torres to do this!"

"What else do you want?!"

"...Okay~"

Harold certainly understands that it is not easy for Torres Bradman, a psychology graduate student who just graduated last year, to deduce the criminal psychology of some serial killers with the limited clues at hand!

But this kind of speculation, which is of little help in solving the case, has too little actual effect. .

"Well... you think about reminding me~"

"If we catch the murderer and find that the kid's guess is correct, we must report credit to the headquarters for him!"

"Hehe~"

"Then you might as well apply for an extra long vacation or a large bonus for him!"

"..." Harold raised his face and pointed at the door with a straight face. .

Lekosha chuckled and turned around to open the door, then turned around and said again: "The way you tie your tie is different from before...?"

"congratulations!"

"roll!!"

"Get the hell out of me now!"

"Hahaha~"

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Honolulu International Airport.

Marat Poyezhnev, the former adviser to Brooklyn gang boss Agron, followed the signs at the airport to get his luggage and followed the crowd slowly toward the exit.

exit.

Giovanni, who was wearing a Hawaiian flower shirt and a pair of sunglasses, held a card in his hand and waved it gently to the crowd that came out.

Marat saw Giovanni from a distance and walked over with a smile on his face and asked.

"I am Marat, are you here to pick me up?"

"Correct!"

Giovanni looked up and down at the unfamiliar Marat, gave him the cards in his hand, and smiled.

"Welcome to Hawaii!"

"Your hotel has been booked."

"When the boss is finished, he will have dinner with you~"

"Okay, thank you!" Marat looked down at the cards in his hand, and he actually spelled all his names correctly and said with a funny smile.

"Okay~ let's go!" Giovanni took the suitcase in his hand, waved to the outside of the airport, and walked out first.

Marat stood there, looking at his back. He was still a little worried and nervous just now, but slowly relaxed.

Hawaii!