Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Afternoon~

Manhattan, fourth floor of Gold Coin Hotel.

Odis Parker stood next to the desk, smiled at Mag Ludwig, and hung up the phone.

Mag looked thoughtful, frowned and asked, "David... what does this mean?"

"Hehe~"

Mr. Parker said with a smile as he felt as if he had gained unprecedented "ease" in his heart.

"You wait first."

"I'll go make arrangements and explain to you when I come back."

"...Okay~"

. . .

After about ten minutes.

Mag and Mr. Parker were sitting on the sofa in the living room, drinking low-alcohol cocktails sent by the hotel manager Winston, and chatting relaxedly.

"You just asked... what did David mean by those words?"

"Ok!"

"Have you figured it out now?"

"No~ I haven't fully figured it out yet."

"Hehe~"

Mr. Parker put down the wine glass in his hand, crossed his legs and smiled.

"We might as well make a hypothesis according to David's favorite way of thinking!"

"If you were replaced by David, how would you deal with it after learning what Ezra Claymore had done?"

Mag looked down at the cup in his hand, thought for a while, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not him, and I don't want to make random guesses about his thoughts."

"I just...can't figure it out, why would he still act like nothing happened??"

"No~"

"It seems that you are indeed paying too much attention to one side and ignoring the other half, as David said just now!"

"Since the last time Ezra Claymore saw David and learned that he was going to London, he offered to introduce the guide Toby Olga. I started sending people to observe him~"

"The things he did were just to gain more benefits for himself~"

"But he is still far from a true hypocrite!"

"You can think about it carefully, why...there are so many people, but they all come to him?"

Mag recalled his memory of Ezra Claymore and felt as if he understood what Mr. Parker meant. He sighed and asked.

"Because he... doesn't have a strong background to rely on?"

"Ok!"

"Actually, he mentioned this to us a long time ago, but you didn't capture it keenly~"

"Within the complex network of CIA, a middle-level official like Ezra Cremo, who has no strong background or support at all, and the head of the New York branch, may be the end of his career."

"After all, in the most important megacity in the country like New York, even if the director of the CIA comes, he would not dare to act arbitrarily..."

"So, the position of head of CIA's New York branch just seems very prestigious~"

"Actually?"

"Hehe~"

"Ezra Claymore...who does he dare to offend?"

"David emphasized to Pine and others that the MBS project is one of the most important low-risk asset allocation solutions for the banking and financial industry in the future."

"But it has been held by Salomon Company for many years...!"

"That Lewis Ranieri was also a regular employee of Salomon Company!"

"He jumped out of Salomon with the MBS project... What would Salomon CEO John Gutfreund think?"

"Finance Minister Fulena Kurutel announced at a meeting of the New York Fed: Danas will be responsible for the credit rating of the MBS project, and Stanley will be responsible for the sales... Salomon is losing money!"

"What would John Gutfreund think?"

“Pension funds with huge funds are about to enter the market!”

"In the past few years, the floating interest rate home purchase loans that have gradually emerged in California have become the main force in the first batch of MBS projects to be packaged and sold."

"Every time the Federal Reserve raises interest rates, the income of the MBS project will reach a new level!!"

"And the investment banks responsible for selling MBS charge 2% commission for a single transaction, which is enough for them to make a lot of money~"

"What would you think if you were John Gutfreund?"

"..." Mag's frown slowly relaxed and he looked at Mr. Parker quietly, silently.

Mr. Parker tapped his knees with his fingers, looked at the few rays of sunshine from the window not far away, and said in a slightly low and erratic voice.

"In England hundreds of years ago, there was a folk song that had been sung for a long time~"

"A nail is lost and a shoe is broken."

"A broken shoe breaks a good horse."

"A good horse was broken, and a knight fell to death."

"A knight fell to death and a battle was lost..."

"If you lose a battle, you will lose a country~"

"Edward Lorenz once used the seagull effect to describe the uncertainty caused by chaotic phenomena."

"David also explained this seagull effect in a more popular way... A butterfly flapping its wings gently in London may cause a hurricane with astonishing destructive power in the United States on the other side of the Atlantic~"

"And in the eyes of many people, isn't he just a little butterfly?"

"He flapped his wings a few times, and some parts of the series of uncertain chain reactions he brought about happened to follow one of the negative explanations in chaos theory, the law of cause and effect!"

"Everything happens for a certain reason."

"In other words, when you see any phenomenon, you don't have to feel incomprehensible or strange, because everything happens for a reason."

"But! We all understand~"

“Some things have cause and effect, and some things don’t!”

Mr. Parker picked up the wine glass and took a sip, shook his head and smiled.

"For example: If David hadn't appeared, would Lewis Ranieri and the MBS project have received widespread attention immediately?"

"uncertain!"

"Because mbs has been brought up long ago!"

"But it has been lying in an inconspicuous corner for many years..."

"For example: If David hadn't shown up, would John Gutfreund have approached Ezra Claymore?"

"uncertain!"

"There is a lot of uncertainty about the intersection between the two of them."

"However, even if David doesn't show up, there will still be some stupid kid who makes John Gutfreund displeased."

"Without David's appearance, would Old Malkin let Polly Sidrich set up da company?"

"No!"

"He may have some vague ideas in this regard, but he will never take action immediately~"

"Because he doesn't have a reason that can convince the family!"

“Would Lynch Colson and Front Hardman have been elected governor and mayor without David?”

"No!"

"..."

Mag looked at Mr. Parker, who was getting more and more "high", and suddenly felt that something was wrong? !

Mr. Parker took another sip of his cocktail, stood up, looked down at Mag, waved his left arm and continued.

"Both of them know very well that without stronger support, they will never be able to take a further step in their career!"

"Without David's appearance, wouldn't Stanley CEO Nylonte Ramon want to reform the bloated and inefficient internal management?"

"No!"

"He and his companions are the new generation of Wall Streeters!"

"They need to have a more strategic development vision and courage for the future!"

"Even without David's suggestions and reminders, he will follow his own ideas and make Stanley one of Wall Street's top investment banks again!"

When Mr. Parker said this, he suddenly stared at Mag with stern eyes and asked.

"Where would you be, Mag Ludwig, if David hadn't showed up?"

"Can you stand up again with your own perseverance and courage?"

"No!"

“You will only continue to live a life of drunkenness and confusion, and you may not even survive this winter!!”

"Same reason~"

"Without David's appearance, how many of the soldiers from the DA Security Company would have had the courage to continue living in the midst of contempt, abuse, rejection, and the incomprehension of their families?"

"No!"

"Judging from my past experiences in recent years of getting to know Lawrence, Jackal, Rambo and others many times~"

"If there were no well-meaning people like David, most of them would be like you, living in confusion and dying quietly."

"Death, in a sense, is the final relief from their unfair treatment~"

"Perhaps there are only a few people in the entire Da Security Company who can resist the temptation of death and gain true spiritual liberation..."

"So, when Cohen led the soldiers to Miami and captured the female drug lord Griselda Blanco~"

"Smart Blanco immediately offered to give up all the cash in exchange for a chance to live!"

"Because she knows very well in her heart that she sells drugs to make money, to enjoy life, and to become the superior person she once was!"

"But the soldiers like Cohen didn't come to her for money..."

"They just want to live better for their comrades around them!!"

"That's all..."

"Hush~huh~"

Mr. Parker raised his glass, gestured to Mag, took a big sip and smiled.

"A few days ago, it was where you were sitting now."

"I also had some exclamations about Lawrence and Edward B. Tryon..."

"David is always able to explain many things from an unexpected perspective in a few simple words, clearly expressing his deep understanding and views on the two sides of things~"

"He asked us not to pursue Ezra Claymore's little tricks and took all the responsibility on himself."

"It allows us to focus more on more important things!"

"Because the world has never lacked people like Ezra Claymore, let alone guys who are even more disgusting and hateful than him~"

"It's better to waste time and energy on them..."

"Ok!"

Mag raised his hands to Mr. Parker and said with a wry smile: "I'm going back first~"

"I will accompany Janet to Washington tonight to attend a dinner party."

"That's right~"

"Astaire K. Wood, is giving a public fund-raising speech in Philadelphia this weekend."

"We might as well find some people..."

Mr. Parker raised his eyebrows and shook his head: "I'm not interested in anything related to politics."

"You decide for yourself."

"...Okay~"

"Where's Lynch?"

"Do you want to meet and talk to him?"

"Hehe~"

"I have no problem, it's just you...have you forgiven him?"

Mag put away his smile, stood at the door, and said calmly: "It's all over. It doesn't matter whether you forgive or not."

"He's the governor and I'm...the lobbyist."

"That's all!"

Mr. Parker couldn't help laughing when he heard that Mag actually imitated his tone of voice and said: "Lynch is more of a political creature than you!"

"He knows how to be patient, and he also knows how to size up situations and make choices."

"If I put you in his place..."

"stop!"

Mag took a deep breath, shook his head helplessly and said: "There are not so many ifs!"

"He got what he wanted.. and so did I!"

"Ok!"

Mr. Parker raised his glass to Mag: "I will be here for the next few days."

"If you need anything, you can call me anytime."

"The last few days?"

"How many days are you going out?"

"Correct!"

"where to?"

"Houston!"

"..." Mag blinked and asked with a frown.

"How long are you going?"

"For now, we don't know yet."

Mr. Parker took a sip of his drink and sat down again: "It depends on how long David will choose to stay."

"David..."

Mag closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened the door and said without looking back.

"Before you leave, remember to leave me a message."

"Ok!"

. . .

Mag, let's go.

Otis Parker looked at the window again, thinking seriously.

Just now, he was talking to Mag Ludwig until the end, and he was deliberately letting the topic go astray~

Because like Ezra Claymore, he had come into contact with similar people and received similar "requests." .

"With no one to rely on", can I just be at the mercy of others?

no!

Otis Parker never believed that Ezra Claymore could be so "weak"!

----

Manhattan.

42nd Street, Wildfire Restaurant.

In a separate private room on the second floor.

Polly wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, glanced at Ludy beside her, smiled, raised her glass to Isadore Sharp, the founder of the Four Seasons Hotel, and said.

"Sorry~"

"We still need to go back and discuss your request for cooperation."

"Okay, I understand!" Isadore Sharp also raised his glass and smiled.

"I will stay in New York for a few more days and then fly to Australia on Sunday~"

"if.."

Polly chuckled, took a sip of white wine, and said with a smile: "No hurry~"

"We can wait until the next time you come to New York to continue talking!"

Isadore Sharp smiled stiffly, nodded, and drank the wine in his glass without saying anything.

Not urgent?

hehe~

He knew in his heart that Polly was using the "lame" excuse he had used in London to prevaricate him.

. . .

After lunch, in front of the restaurant.

Ludy walked to the side with a smile and watched Polly say goodbye to Isadore Sharp in a very "formulaic" way. As if she didn't see the stiff expression on his face at all, she turned around and walked towards the Wildfire Bar.

Isadore stood under the afternoon sunshine in New York, his stiff smile gradually disappearing from his face.

Ludy took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, walked up to Isadore, and whispered.

"In college, you majored in architecture."

"Your father is a small contractor. You worked with him on the construction site for several years after graduation."

"Later, you accidentally came up with the idea of ​​opening a motel while chatting with someone."

"So you found a lot of people through your connections, told your ideas, and guaranteed that you could make money~"

"It's just that those people are not professional investors, and they don't believe that young people like you can make money by opening a motel."

"So, you ran for more than three years and finally started the plan to build a motel with the money raised by your father, a contractor, your brother, a leather goods merchant, and your brother's drugstore friend~"

Ludy, talking to himself.

Isadore's face gradually turned pale, and his heart rate increased rapidly. .

"You have the start-up capital, but it's still about half of the budget you made in the early stage."

"Where will the rest of the money come from?"

"Hehe~"

Ludy flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said with a smile: "The person who verbally promised you investment happens to be a friend of a friend of mine in Toronto!"

"When he talked to me on the phone, he said very directly that he just saw that although you have no management experience, you are very perseverant and dare to combine your own ideas with the actual situation you have investigated and put it into action~"

"This is the important factor why he finally agreed to invest in your... Four Seasons Motel!"

"However, he also told me on the phone that after you achieved certain success in recent years, you have become conceited and blind."

"You have accepted three hotel projects in Australia, Canada, and London, but you cannot guarantee the stability of the capital chain."

"So, you have to focus your main efforts on Australia, hoping to exit the hotel project as soon as possible, get cash, and continue investing in hotel projects in Canada."

"Is it right?"

Isadore took a deep breath of the cold air and forced a smile: "That's right!"

"Hmm~"

Ludy lowered his head and looked at the half cigarette in his hand, threw it away casually, and smiled.

"In order to cooperate with you on the hotel plan, Polly also specially found a number of successful people who run hotels in New York, and asked them many times for many internal business practices and rules in the hotel industry~"

“None of these people think you’re the best partner when they hear your name and Four Seasons.”

"Because the marketing method you use to run your hotel breaks the inherent management and model of the industry."

"But~"

"I happen to think that your ability to run a hotel and solve problems is far superior to that group of self-righteous guys."

"Strong ability + no restriction by rules + strong desire to succeed are what make you and Four Seasons Hotel look so different~"

"So, as long as you stop playing tricks, our cooperation can continue!"

"What do you say?"

Isadore took a deep breath and asked with a bitter smile: "I'm late, right?"

"not late!"

"If you haven't come to New York this month, I will go to your home in Toronto next month to talk to your father and brother about cooperation!"

"..."

"Hahahaha~"

Ludy laughed and patted Isadore on the shoulder: "My Toronto friend has visited the first Four Seasons Motel you opened opposite the CBC headquarters more than once~"

"His daughter also put several of her paintings in the outdoor art exhibition of the Four Seasons Motel, and they have been publicly displayed~"

"The parking lot becomes an outdoor art exhibition venue..."

"This brilliant idea of ​​yours has been recorded in the history of Toronto's urban development."

"New York is the capital of artists in the entire United States!"

"If you move this idea of ​​yours to Manhattan..."

"Hehe~"

"Do you think it will be successful again?"

Isadore frowned, thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said, "New York... I'm not familiar with it~"

"But we can give it a try!"

"Ok!"

Lu Di said with a smile: "This time, I hope you won't keep us waiting too long!"

"will not!"

"Definitely, not anymore!"

"Hahaha~"

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

In a few rays of bright morning light, Cui Yingying, wearing an apron, walked up to the second floor softly. When she saw that the study door was ajar, she peeked inside.

"Oh~ did I wake you?" David, who was lying on the sofa with a frown, saw Cui Yingying, waved to her and smiled.

"No."

Cui Yingying walked to David and sat down, touched his forehead with her concerned hand, and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No~ I just didn't sleep well."

"What do you want for breakfast? I'll make it for you!"

"Forehead.."

David used both hands to pull Cui Yingying into his arms, kissed her and said with a smile.

"I want soup!"

"soup?"

"Fish soup, okay?"

"sure!"

"ok~"

"We just happened to go to the pier yesterday and bought some fresh stone fish and lion fish!"

"Oh?"

"Didn't we arrange to go whale watching for you?"

"Why did you go to the fish market on the pier again?"

Cui Yingying opened her arms and explained excitedly while gesticulating: "Master and I like to visit the seafood market very much when we are in Xiangjiang."

“The fish market here in Hawaii has many super big fish that are rarely seen in Hong Kong~”

"Just like the 160-kilogram yellow tuna we saw yesterday, we watched it for a long time."

"Hahaha~"

David scratched Cui Yingying's nose with his hand and said with a smile: "Just watching? Why not buy it back?"

"...it's too expensive!"

Cui Yingying sighed helplessly: "There are many restaurants here opened by islanders, and they are the big buyers of tuna~"

"So, the price of tuna here is higher than the price in Xiangjiang..."

"Oh..."

"Then we won't compete with them and eat some other big fish!"

"Wait a minute, let Giovanni take you to the fish market again~"

"Ok!"

"I'll go make fish soup with you. Come down and drink it in half an hour."

"Ok!"

David watched Cui Yingying walk out of the study and felt that after chatting with her for a few words, he felt inexplicably relaxed~

However, he also knew. .Now is not the time to relax!

He must speed up writing the book, figure out the overall structure of the entire book as soon as possible, and then take his family and Lilith to Houston.

The embodiment of ability and value, acceptance and more recognition from old Morgan and others.

This is the goal that he needs to work harder for now!