Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Early morning~

Manhattan, upstairs at Wildfire Bar on 42nd Street.

in the bedroom.

Polly woke up from her sleep in a daze, reached for the alarm clock on the bedside and glanced at the time, preparing to sleep for another 15 minutes.

But when she turned over, she found that her quilt seemed to be pressed down. . ?

She opened her eyes a little and vaguely saw a familiar figure lying by the window.

"David!"

"Why are you here?"

"Huh~?"

David, who fell asleep unconsciously by the window, rubbed his eyes with his hands and said with a smile: "I just came back and saw you sleeping soundly, so I couldn't bear to wake you up."

"My dear, you look so beautiful when you sleep!"

"Hehe~"

Polly looked at David's silly look and smiled sweetly: "Oh, is your mouth so sweet?"

"Did you do bad things outside again?"

"no!"

"Absolutely, no!"

David stood up from the carpet holding the bed, leaned over and kissed Polly, and explained: "I came back from Houston overnight this time because Leslie's grandfather, Mr. Nelson, passed away suddenly~"

"Ah...oh!"

Polly was stunned for a few seconds, hugged David tighter, and whispered.

"Isn't he already very old?"

"70 years old!"

"70..." Polly noticed that his ears and lips were cold, so she kissed him passionately a few times and murmured.

"When I am 70 years old, you will be in your early 60s..."

"When the time comes, you will definitely dislike me as an old woman~"

"Hahaha~" David was amused and laughed, scratching her nose with his fingertips.

"What happened to the old woman?"

"No matter how old you are... you are still my baby Polly!"

"Nasty..."

Polly asked with a blush on her face, holding David tightly.

"Have you come back and contacted Leslie?"

"Would you like me to go with you to see him?"

"Um...forget it~"

David tried hard to adjust his posture, looked sideways at Polly and explained: "Leslie's family is preparing to cremate Nelson."

"Maybe at noon or afternoon, we will go over and attend a simple farewell ceremony."

"cremation?"

Polly asked very puzzledly: "Their family has its own cemetery, right? Why does it need to be cremated?"

"Could it be...?"

"Stop guessing."

David hesitated for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Sorry!"

"Many people have various theories about the cause of Nelson's death."

"But I'm one of Leslie's best friends!"

"His grandfather's gossip... I don't want to comment on it."

"All right!"

Polly stroked the stubble on his chin with her hand and said with a naughty smile: "Even if you don't say it, those gossip tabloids won't let go of this huge news, right?"

"Uh..." David blinked a few times, curled his lips and nodded.

"Ok~ Then I'll go read the newspaper."

"Anyway, those tabloids that do everything for sales will definitely satisfy all my curiosity!"

"..."

David looked at Polly's increasingly rosy face, brushed her chin with the fingertips of his right hand, lightly tapped her collarbone, and asked.

"What time do you go to work today?"

Polly didn't even look at the alarm clock on the bedside. She waved her hand very domineeringly and said, "Four and ten minutes, is that enough?"

"Wow~"

"Are you looking down on me again?"

"Hahaha~ Why didn't I feel it?"

"..."

----

Manhattan, Gold Coin Hotel.

On the fourth floor, in Otis Parker's room.

Mag Ludwig, who had just returned from Washington, turned to look at Odis Parker and asked after listening to Mr. Gardener's story.

"Have you ever gone to Harold Stone from the FBI?"

"Ok!"

"What did he say?"

Mr. Parker lowered his head and fiddled with the cigar on his fingertips, and said quietly: "When Torres, his criminal psychology expert, asked the lady named Megan, she said 22 times in just a few minutes. , ah, uh and other modal particles.”

"Furthermore, when she answered questions about Nelson's time and cause of death, she was also hesitant and speechless, unable to explain herself at all~"

"So Torres judged that Meghan must be an important witness present!"

"But she must have been told something specifically by Nelson's family before she was questioned..."

"Hi~"

Mag took a deep breath, frowned and thought for a moment before saying.

"In 76, after Vice President Nelson left office, he was sent to New York-Presbyterian Hospital for emergency treatment due to heart disease."

"Nelson's older brother, John Rockefeller III, died in an accident in a car accident in 76. His family did not choose to be cremated."

"This time Nelson's family chose to be cremated..."

Mr. Gardener suddenly stood up, strode to the door, shrugged at Mr. Parker and Mag, and smiled.

"I will not participate in this kind of thing that requires you to worry about it!"

"Good morning, gentlemen!"

"..."

Mr. Gardener, let's go.

Mag rubbed his temples with his hands, thinking about various changes and possibilities over and over again in his mind, and said hesitantly.

"Nelson, after all, was the last vice president of the United States."

"His sudden death will definitely bring many people to come to express their condolences."

"But his family insists on cremating him today..."

Otis Parker put down the cigar in his hand, stood up and walked behind the desk where he worked daily, took out two file bags from the drawer, threw them to Mag and said.

"Don't think about the Rockefeller family~"

"Look at them first!"

"...??" Mag looked at Mr. Parker with doubt and opened one of the document bags.

"This is..!!"

"Hmmmm~"

Mr. Parker walked to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of wine and said.

"Twenty years ago, Peter Peterson, who is currently the chairman of the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR), was already listed on the list of people to watch by John Rockefeller III not long after he joined Bellevue Company!"

"In '60, President Kennedy defeated Nixon in the election."

"At a celebration banquet he held, John Rockefeller III met Peter Peterson by chance, and the two had a great conversation~"

"After that, Peter Peterson used the experience he accumulated in the advertising agency and the contacts he developed at Bellington to help Rockefeller III gradually open up a new situation in Congress!"

"Ten years ago, after Nelson lost as Nixon's presidential contender, he once said to Peter Peterson in a private chat that Nixon was able to win because of the group of people behind him. Due to the full push..."

Mr. Parker put the wine glass in front of Mag, walked to the other side and sat down. Looking at the changing expressions on his face, he crossed his legs and continued.

“After the last oil crisis broke out, the Rockefeller family’s oil field shares held in various countries in the Middle East were gradually withdrawn~”

"In 76, when Saudi Arabia publicly announced that it would buy back the shares of all domestic oil companies by May 77..."

"The stock prices of companies such as Chevron, Exxon and Mobil began to fall continuously!"

"In particular, Mobil's stock price did not show any signs of rebound until March 77."

"It was also in 76 that John Rockefeller III passed away in an accident and Nelson resigned as Vice President of the United States!"

Mr. Parker took a sip of his drink, looked at Mag with a complex expression, and said with a smile: "So, what did you learn from this information?"

"I.."

Mag quickly looked through the information in the two file bags, trying to calm down the surging emotions in his heart, and said in a deep voice.

"We must also work hard to find our own reliable people outside of people's sight!"

"Hmm~"

Mr. Parker nodded in surprise and smiled: "What? Do you have a suitable goal?"

"For now, no."

"Then try harder~"

"Time waits for no one!"

"I will!"

Ma Ge picked out a few pages of the most interesting information from the two large pieces of information and asked.

"Can I take them with me?"

"Sorry ~ can't!"

"Forehead.."

Mag felt helpless and scratched his head, took out a pen from his pocket, and asked.

"Then let me make a note, okay?"

"Of course not!"

"Don't you know how to use your brain to take notes?"

"..."

Mag rolled his eyes angrily, while looking at the information in his hand, he complained: "You are really a stingy Grandet!"

"Hahaha~"

Mr. Parker spread his hands quite proudly and said: "I feel more like a giant dragon guarding countless treasures!"

"Bullshit dragon~"

"At best you can be regarded as an evil dragon that dare not eat people..."

"Hahaha~"

"Don't you dare to eat people?"

"How did you know...this secret?"

"What a secret!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

"Bell bell~"

Just as the two were "quarreling" back and forth, the phone rang rapidly.

Mr. Parker walked to the phone, picked up the phone, listened to a few words, and smiled.

"Mr. Olof?"

"You're in an island country, how are you doing?"

"Oh?"

"I'm listening, you speak slowly."

. . .

After a few minutes.

Mr. Parker hung up the phone, thought about it, gave up the idea of ​​"harassing" David, and called Sam Rogers.

"Hello Mr. Rogers."

"I'm Odis Parker."

"Did you hear it?"

"Hehe~"

"Ok!"

"I'll keep it short."

"David and I returned to New York this morning."

"Yuri Orlov, who arranged for him to go to the island country, called..."

"Correct!"

"Mr. Orlov said that another 1 million yuan is needed to purchase spot crude oil."

"what?"

"Forehead.."

"Is it too risky to operate like this?"

"Okay~"

"I'll tell him your suggestion."

"Okay ~ Goodbye, Sam!"

. . .

After putting down the phone, Mr. Parker walked around the table a few times, feeling that the advice given by Sam Rogers became more and more interesting the more he thought about it~

He immediately picked up the phone and called back the number Yuri Orlov left.

"Hello~ Yuri?"

"Ok!"

"I contacted Sam Rogers."

"He said that if you need a large amount of cash to buy crude oil spot in the short term, you might as well go to Fuji Bank and make one or more mortgage loans!"

"Yes~"

"This method of operation is the same as the margin for buying futures contracts. It uses the limited funds on hand to add leverage!"

"With these capital leverages, you don't have to bear all the investment risks on yourself in the next few transactions."

"Partners should also share certain risks!"

"Hmm~"

"It seems that your study these few months has not been in vain~"

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

"David has given me full responsibility for the trading plan you are executing in the island country."

"If you encounter any emergencies over there, you can call me for help."

"Um.."

"Yuri, I must remind you!"

"Remember, we are only a middleman for crude oil spot transactions, not speculators who hoard oil prices and drive up oil prices!"

"Greedy people who make every last dollar will never end well!"

"Ok~"

"Then I'm in New York, waiting for your good news."

"Hahaha ~ Goodbye!"

----

The other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Europe, UK.

Afternoon tea time~

In a high-end French restaurant near the City of London.

Elena Mesa smiled at Xina while holding a cup of black tea.

"Didn't he introduce himself? His name is Will H. Somerset."

"It's just that he deliberately didn't mention his other identity, the [-]th Duke of Beaufort."

"what?"

Zina pointed at the old man who was whispering to the waiter in the distance, her eyes widened in surprise.

"He's a duke?"

"Of course ~ I guarantee the replacement if it's fake!"

"Forehead.."

Zina turned to look at Toby Olga and asked: "Do you know him?"

"I don't know~" Toby looked into the distance with the same surprise and put a small piece of dessert into his mouth.

Elena suddenly reached out and snatched away the dessert plate in front of Toby, and said with a smile: "You have exceeded your limit today!"

"Not yet?" Toby said with an innocent smile as he watched his beloved dessert being taken away.

"In order to lose weight, is it necessary to control it like this?"

"Of course + a must!"

Elena made a very serious face: "If you want to become a fat ball before returning to New York, I can ignore you."

"Ah...uh..." Toby was speechless.

She glanced down at her increasingly plump belly and covered her forehead in frustration. .

Seeing her cute look, Zina couldn't help but smile: "I'm just asking you to eat less desserts. I'm not asking you to only eat a few fruits a day to lose weight~"

"Are you like this?"

"Hahaha~"

Elena no longer had a sullen face, and approached Xina's ear teasingly and asked.

"Look at her...at least she has increased by one size!"

"Yes~"

Zina also felt very magical and stared at Toby for a while, shook her head and sighed: "God is so partial!"

"The fat on her body...how can it appear in the places that men like the most?"

"you..!?"

Toby covered his chest with both hands very vigilantly, and with a red face, he "fighted back": "If you do this again, I can have it..."

"What do you want? Toby!"

"I..." Toby was completely speechless.

"Hahaha~"

Zina and Elena, who especially liked teasing Toby, looked at each other and laughed~

far away.

Will H. Somerset, the [-]th Duke of Beaufort, took out a wad of cash + tip from his wallet to pay the bill after checking the bill himself. .

He really didn't expect that after returning to London, where he had been away for more than ten years, he would be surprised by a small restaurant bill. .

Because this bill amounts to 1127 pounds! !