Manhattan Reborn 1978

Chapter 732 Explanation of “Satisfaction” (2)

new York.

Early morning~

Manhattan, in front of a building on East 48th Street.

Deacon Harris, a well-known New York barrister, led his client, Ms. Griselda Blanco, into the elevator quickly and prepared to go to a prosecutor's office on the ninth floor of the building.

Nine floors.

Deacon Harris walked out of the elevator first and soon saw an old friend waiting in the prosecutor's office on the left. .

He walked over with a slightly strange expression and said hello: "Hey~ Richie!"

"Today is the weekend!"

"You can actually get up so early... and come to work?"

Richie Roberts, who was neatly dressed but couldn't hide his tiredness, took out a cigarette and lit one. He tilted his head and looked at Ms. Blanco who came from behind Harris and shrugged.

"I specially made an appointment with the first one... Of course I have to come early!"

"Oh?"

Deacon Harris turned his head and motioned to his client, Ms. Blanco, to sit down casually first, then he moved next to Richie Roberts and asked.

"Are you still running around for those two old men who robbed banks?"

"Um.."

"How much did they pay you?"

Richie Roberts took a long drag on his cigarette and couldn't help but sneered: "200 yuan."

"I... admire you!"

Deacon Harris gave him a thumbs up, turned to look at the elevator door, and whispered.

"I heard... you're joining George McAllen's law firm?"

"Ok!"

"Don't go to his place, how about coming to my law firm as a senior partner?"

Richie gently rubbed the cigarette on his fingertips, tilted his head and looked at Harris and joked: "You also want a share of the 200-meter business?"

"Hahaha~"

Deacon Harris laughed and shook his head: "Although I love money, I value your professional ability and professional ethics more."

"As long as you are willing to join my law firm, I can directly give you 15% of the dividend rights!"

"15%?!" Richie Roberts asked in surprise.

"That's right!"

"..."

Richie lowered his head, looked at the cigarette in his hand and thought for a moment, and finally shook his head and said, "Sorry~"

"I already promised George, I can't..."

"Hey~" Harris patted him with regret, and suddenly heard footsteps coming from the direction of the elevator, and whispered quickly.

“The door of Harris Law Firm is always open for you!”

"...Thank you!" Richie put out his cigarette butt, picked up his briefcase, thanked Harris, and walked towards the prosecutor who came to work~

After a few minutes.

Griselda Blanco, the former Miami drug lord, looked at the closed door of the prosecutor's office and asked lawyer Deacon Harris sitting next to her.

"That Richie, who is...?"

Harris raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Frank Lucas, do you remember?"

"Um...that Harlem drug dealer nicknamed The Fly?"

"Correct!"

"I know him~" Blanco crossed his legs and smiled.

"I even watched the entire trial on TV on time..."

"Hehe~"

Harris pointed in the direction of the office: "Rich Roberts, turned out to be an agent of the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA)."

"In order to thoroughly investigate the drug trafficking case of the Country Boys Black Gang headed by Frank Lucas, he found a few gangsters to form a temporary investigation team."

"But when he had mastered all the criminal evidence of Frank Lucas, and in order to eliminate the criminal policemen within the New York Police Department, he chose to cooperate with Lucas and turned him into a tainted witness for the prosecution. He resigned from the DEA and personally served as Lucas’ lawyer successfully reduced his sentence to 15 years.”

Harris saw a trace of surprise flash across Blanco's face, smiled and shrugged: "Yes, that's right!"

"He is such a fool who sticks to his principles..."

“But that’s what I value most about him.”

Blanco showed a smile, nodded, and asked again.

"That 200 meters... is it?"

"Hehe~"

"The case he is asking the prosecutor to handle today is an attempted bank robbery by two retired workers..."

"Um...retired workers? They are not young anymore, right?"

"Yes!"

Harris suppressed laughter and explained: "Those two old men, whose combined age is more than 130 years old, were full of jokes when they robbed the bank~"

"Even the police who rushed to the bank to arrest them were somewhat reluctant to put them in cells."

"Because they suffer from a variety of chronic diseases, in order to ensure that they can go to court as scheduled after being imprisoned in the police station, the New York Police must first treat them and stabilize their condition."

Blanco was amused~

She covered her mouth with her hands and whispered: "I just went to see an accountant yesterday. She said that the best way to legally avoid taxes is to donate money to a charity or set up a charity fund yourself."

"Yes!" Deacon Harris immediately answered with shining eyes.

"If you really have this plan, I will give you a [-]% discount... at your service!"

"[-]% off?"

"Let me think about it." Blanco

"...Okay!" Seeing that Blanco didn't seem to want to continue chatting, Harris wisely closed his mouth and kept the matter in his heart.

. . .

Manhattan, Wall Street.

Stanley fourth floor.

Sam Rogers sat in his office and recounted yesterday's meeting with Harold Stone, head of the FBI's New York branch, into the microphone.

After a few minutes.

Sam hung up the phone, put his hands on the desk and thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello Bernard?"

"I'm Sam..."

----

Texas.

Early morning~

Northwest of Houston, a farm vacation home on the eastern outskirts of the small city of Hempstead.

David sat in the living room and put down the phone, looked at the smiling Mr. Otis Parker, and asked.

"Harold Stone from the FBI and Ezra Cremo from the CIA, what are their situations?"

"Hehe~"

Mr. Parker glanced at the people busy in the kitchen and whispered: "They both came to New York for different reasons~"

"Ezra Claymore, other than coming to New York... there is no better way to rise~"

"He can only choose to gamble once!"

"Step by step.."

"Harold Stone, on the other hand, came to clean up the mess left by Bog Beru for his boss and old friend House D. Stanfield."

David nodded suddenly: "That's why Ezra Cremo seems a little... mercenary?"

"Ha! That's almost it."

"Then the money they invested should be given to Bernard Madoff first."

"Let him be more stable in the futures market and try to help them make more money..."

"Just let the gardener handle the news from Mag in Tokyo. Don't interfere!"

"Ok~" Mr. Parker heard David mention this matter again. He nodded interestingly and changed the topic.

"Over in Europe, little Peter, Canes and Gerald have been quiet lately~"

"Should we take the initiative to contact them?"

David opened his arms and supported the sofa, lowered his head and thought for a while, shook his head slightly and said: "Jeral and Little Peter, there is no need to contact them in a hurry."

"Kanes, I'll find time to call him this afternoon~"

"You ask the gardener to pay special attention to the trends in the futures market in the past few days, as well as the actual disaster-affected and reduced production of sugar cane and oranges in Brazil."

"If necessary, no matter how much money you spend, you must get the most accurate and detailed statistical data!"

"But these investigation reports must be obtained from your investigation company through formal business procedures~"

"Okay!" Mr. Parker heard another meaning that David didn't say, and nodded with a smile.

David turned his head and glanced at Sierra's mother who was busy in the kitchen, frowned and said, "Old Cui En proposed to me that DA Security Company establish a branch base in Texas."

"I haven't thought about it yet..."

"You contact Lawrence and Cohen and ask them to fly over. Let's meet and talk about this!"

"Hmm~ Is there any more?"

"..have!"

David stood up, stretched his waist, and said, "When I was chatting with Ada Pushk yesterday, I remembered an old book published decades ago. Please help me find it."

"It's called The Conflict Within Us, and the author is..."

"Karen Honey!"

"Eh? You know her too?"

"Haha~" Odis Parker tilted his head and smiled.

"I have read most of the psychology books available on the market now~"

"Then...how much do you know about her and her works?" David asked curiously.

"Karen Horney (1885-1952), a neo-Freudian and one of the representatives of the social psychology school."

"She immigrated to the United States in 1932 and served as deputy director of the Chicago Psychoanalytical Institute."

"In 1934, she founded a private hospital, and later established the American Institute of Psychoanalysis because of her differences with Freud."

"She believes that Freud's basic methods of psychoanalysis, mental determinism, the importance of emotional dynamics, repression and resistance and other basic theories are worthy of inheritance."

"However, we oppose viewing sexual instinct as the fundamental factor that determines people's mental processes, and believe that human psychological conflicts are mainly caused by social factors."

"She also emphasized the role of social factors in mental illness and advocated that neurosis originated from culture, so psychoanalysis should be understood and applied from a social perspective."

Mr. Parker saw David's expression becoming more and more "interesting", and he smiled more happily and continued.

"She mentioned it in her book "The Conflict Within Us" published in 1945~"

"People will always be unable to control their search for safety due to the anxiety generated in their hearts. This is the internal drive originating from the spiritual world."

"She also proposed in the book that people have three basic anxieties: the tendency to please, the tendency to attack, and the tendency to avoid."

"These three tendencies can exist alone or appear in one person at the same time."

"After I read this book, I analyzed whether I had these three anxieties."

"For example: When someone criticizes or makes suggestions to me about certain things, I sometimes agree with the other person's point of view and deny the decisions or choices I have made."

"But my heart tells me that I shouldn't change or deny myself because of other people's comments."

"So, I will fall into a short-term conflict..."

"This is a concrete manifestation of the anxiety to please!"

David crossed his arms across his chest, looking surprised and confused as he fell into thinking.

Mr. Parker paused for a moment and then continued.

"The three kinds of anxieties raised by Karen Horney are not simply for each reader to identify, but to tell readers that whenever they find themselves uncontrollably pleasing someone, attacking someone, or avoiding someone, ~"

"You are already in a state of anxiety without even realizing it."

"So, she uses many objective and materialistic theories in the book to tell readers that the role of psychoanalysis is to help people understand and see hidden psychological contradictions and find their true selves."

David suddenly rubbed his chin and said, "Only by seeing can you be cured!"

"Right?"

"..Yes!"

"What about you?"

"Did you see it?"

Mr. Parker raised his head slightly, met David's gaze, shrugged and said, "I did see some things hidden in my heart when I accepted an unsuccessful hypnosis."

"But they haven't changed in any way because of my efforts~"

David disagreed with his statement: "Are you... unable to be absolutely honest with yourself and have extreme trust in the doctor?"

"...Yes!" Mr. Parker blinked a few times and nodded simply.

David grinned and spread his hands: "Then there's nothing we can do~"

"Unless you can find a trustworthy doctor and do your best to cooperate with him for a period of psychological intervention."

"Otherwise, you can only live with problems~"

Mr. Parker smiled freely: "I'm used to carrying them!"

"They no longer affect me..."

David took a deep breath and sighed with a wry smile: "Maybe not that good, but it's not that bad...right?"

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

"Cut~"

"Let's go have breakfast first."

"Ok!"

----

new York.

Four rooms on the fifth floor of an apartment building in the Sunset Park neighborhood of Brooklyn serve as one of the secret safe houses of the New York anti-gang group.

Linde Vercello, the head of the anti-gangster group, was sitting in a slightly empty room with a frown on his face, smoking a cigarette heavily. .

"Bell bell~"

Linde glanced at the phone that suddenly rang, slammed the cigarette butt on the ground, picked up the phone and whispered.

"Hey~ it's me."

"..impossible!!"

"The people I arranged have already gone to Baltimore with them and been involved in the entire transaction."

"Asking him to withdraw now will only make them suspicious!"

"I will no longer be able to follow this lead and continue to investigate..."

"what?"

"I'm fucking ****!!"

"6 yuan! I need 6 yuan, go buy it."

"fxxx!"

“Bureaucratic as shit!!”

Bang. .

Linde threw the microphone away with great anger, gnashing his teeth and panting heavily as he walked back and forth in the room. All the negative emotions accumulated in his heart during this period came out in a swarm~

. . .

After ten minutes.

Linde finally calmed down his "violent" mood, returned to the phone, silently picked up the receiver, and dialed.

"Hey~ man, it's me."

"Do you have time to meet?"

"Okay, I'll go to your office right now."

Put down the microphone.

After Lind allowed himself to think calmly for a moment, he took out a file bag from a safe in the corner of the room, put it in his arms, and walked out of the room.

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