Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Evening~

Manhattan.

Wall Street, Stanley [-]th Floor.

After finishing his chores and feeling relaxed all over, Odis Parker walked towards Sam Rogers' office.

in the office.

Sam was drinking coffee and chatting with Mu Brandes and Bernard Madoff.

Mr. Parker knocked on the door twice and smiled at the three of them: "Hi ~ Good afternoon, gentlemen."

"..." Sam and the three of them looked at Mr. Parker in a daze, and no one spoke.

Mu Brandes' eyes quickly turned around on the faces of Sam and Madoff, and he smiled.

"Good afternoon~Mr. Parker."

"It just so happens that I still have some unfinished work at hand."

"You guys talk first~"

After saying that, Mu Brandes did not wait for the reaction of the three of them, and the "chic" three waved their hands and left.

Emm. .

Sam suddenly felt a little headache, put down the coffee cup, spread his hands to the smiling Mr. Parker and said.

"I have to go home tonight or my wife will..."

"Hahaha~"

Mr. Parker laughed, walked over to Bernard Madoff, sat down and said.

"Easy, Sam."

"I just came here to tell you that I am leaving New York temporarily."

"If you need anything, you can call me in my room at the Gold Coin Hotel."

"Winston, the hotel manager, will help you solve all your problems."

"leave?"

"Are you going to...Houston?" Sam slowly lowered his guard and glanced at Bernard Madoff, who had an unnatural expression.

"Yeah~" Mr. Parker deliberately tilted his head and glanced at Bernard Madoff, his smile faded slightly, and he nodded.

"Um...how long are you going to go this time?"

"A week?"

"I am not sure as well."

"The specific time depends on David's decision."

"Okay~"

After hearing the answer, Sam lowered his head and thought for a moment, got up and walked to the desk, took out several folders and handed them to Mr. Parker.

"You can take them to the boss, he should be able to use them."

"..good!"

Mr. Parker casually looked through the folders a few times, stood up with them, looked down at Madoff and smiled.

"One week."

"I hope you make the right choice and Madoff shows up!"

"..."

"Bye, Sam!"

"Um.."

. . .

Otis Parker, gone.

Sam returned to his old seat and sat down, holding the coffee cup and looking at Bernard Madoff quietly.

Madoff clenched his hands into empty fists and was silent for a while before speaking in a low voice.

"Last time, we invested in heating oil futures contracts, and those guys who invested in my fund company came to me again a few days ago."

"Oh~" As soon as Sam heard this sentence, he understood everything immediately.

Those guys who invested in Madoff Fund Company and temporarily broke the contract and withdrew their investment, now they are looking for him again. . ?

Being as timid as a mouse, going back on your word, being shameless, and running away after hearing the news? !

Using these words to describe them seems a bit too polite.

"Then you... and them?" Sam asked, his expression becoming very cold.

"I didn't agree!" Madoff sighed heavily and shook his head.

"I only socialized with them twice and didn't agree to any of their requests!"

"Yeah~" Sam simply responded without saying anything more. He stood up, packed his things, and prepared to go home from get off work.

"Huh~" Madoff also picked up his coat, looked at Sam silently for a while, then turned and left.

He knew in his heart that no matter how he explained, he could not completely eliminate the bad feelings between Sam and Odis Parker. .

If so, he would like to say something before rushing to entertain the group of people. .

But now. .There is no if!

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

There were a few dark clouds floating in the afternoon sky.

A light rain that lasted for only ten minutes left a moist smell in the air.

In the living room of the holiday home.

David gave Marat Poyezhnev several phone numbers he had written down.

Then he smiled at Yuri Orlov and Kihara Nobunari who were sitting next to him.

"Donald D. Klein, who sold me these vacation homes, will pick you up tonight to meet his good friend Davis D. Leahy."

"Davis, he has a lot of connections in the US military base in the island country."

"If he can help with this business..."

"Understood!" Yuri and Kihara Nobunari, after following David silently and observing for the past few days, both knew his plan very well.

Marat looked down at the phone numbers in his hand and quickly memorized them all. He turned to Mr. Gardener, who was sitting quietly next to him, hesitated for a moment, and asked.

"This time I am going to Nakhodka Port to meet Popov..."

"Won't you send someone to go with me?"

"Oh?"

"Are you worried that you won't be able to negotiate with Popov alone?" David shrugged and asked with a smile.

"Uh... no!" Marat smiled confidently and spread his hands to explain.

"According to age and seniority, I should be called Uncle Popov."

"Since I applied to immigrate to the United States, the contact between us has almost been lost."

"It wasn't until Christmas the year before last that I learned through some new immigrant friends that he had become a well-known black marketeer in the Nakhodka port."

"So, when I go to see him this time, there will definitely be no problem in discussing business~"

"only.."

Marat said, his eyes falling on Yuri Orlov beside him.

Yuri reacted quickly and continued without any hesitation: "Kihara Nobunari can completely replace you and implement the plan step by step in the island country."

"Boss, if you agree... I want to accompany Marat!"

"You're going too...?!"

David raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and asked Mr. Gardener.

"What do you think?"

"..I?"

Mr. Gardener felt surprised and said with a smile: "When did I become a military advisor?"

"Hahaha~"

David smiled and patted his arm, shook his head and said, "You are not old enough yet!"

"This time they went to the island country. Without you as the central contact, they would definitely not be able to complete the plan."

"So, your opinion is important!"

"I.."

Mr. Gardener looked at David quietly for a while, and after making sure that he was not joking, he sighed softly.

"When I come to Hawaii this time, it's already..."

"I won't be able to leave the United States in a short period of time..."

"Feel sorry!"

"You'll just have to find someone else."

"Um...can't leave?"

"This is a bit difficult to handle..."

The special status of Mr. Gardener made David, who had ignored this, feel a little scratched his head. .

If there is no person with strong ability to collect intelligence and information to be responsible for the contact between Marat and Kihara Nobunari, delays or errors in information transmission may have a huge impact on the execution of the plan ~

Because there are no mobile phones in this era. . !