Manhattan Reborn 1978

Southeast Texas, Houston.

West of downtown, 19 Piney Point Village, Piney Point Village, Memorial District.

The sun sets~

in the living room.

Elena specially found a large coffee pot and poured coffee for the "seven people" who specially "organized a group" to come to visit their mentor, Professor Bartlet.

Dipper Christiansen, wearing a Harvard football team jacket, followed Elena silently with his eyes. .

Manfred F. Villabane put down the coffee cup in his hand, adjusted his glasses and looked at David Coleman sitting next to his mentor.

Chester Faculona seemed very quiet today. While sipping his coffee, he quietly glanced at Toby Olga who was busy in the study.

Benito Ezezi, who is of Italian origin as David, approached David enthusiastically and chatted casually without any hint of intrusion.

Ike Bastos thanked Elena with a smile on his lips, and there were some traces of German in his accent. .

Another New Yorker who took the initiative to chat with David, Zod Jimenez, when he heard the topic of baseball, he immediately shouted that he was a Yankees fan and had never been to a Boston Red Sox game~

José Aaron, the oldest of the "Seven", smiled and "warned" with his eyes to the big man Dipper and Chester who peeked at Toby, and explained to his mentor Professor Bartley.

"I went to New York to attend an event today. I contacted Zod who lives in New York in advance and wanted to meet before flying here."

"But after he learned that I was coming to visit you, he contacted you again..." Joss Aaron spread his hands to his mentor, his meaning self-evident.

Professor Bartlet laughed, "attracted" everyone's attention back, and said.

"You all have your own lives, and you are willing to make a special trip to see me. This is the happiest thing for me."

"Ha ha.."

The "Group of Seven" smiled with different expressions.

Joss Aaron looked around at the juniors and knew that these people who could be recruited by Chester with a phone call must all have their own purposes, so he simply opened his mouth to explain his purpose first.

"Professor, when you were hospitalized, I went to see you in front of the hospital ward."

"I came here this time to see with my own eyes your postoperative recovery."

"Now that I can see that you are recovering well, I feel relieved."

Professor Bartlet nodded slightly, indicating that he had received Jos's care and kindness.

Joss smiled and changed the topic, looked at David sitting next to his mentor, and asked.

"My tutor also sent me a copy of your manuscript."

"Although it is not complete, I can also get a lot of inspiration from it and it has caused me to reflect a lot."

"So I would like to take the liberty of asking for your opinion and taking a look at the subsequent parts of the manuscript... is that okay?"

Here it comes~! !

David instantly "activated" the high-speed operation mode, nodded and smiled: "Of course, no problem."

"Toby is finishing the manuscript, it should be ready soon."

"Oh~"

Joss turned around and looked around at the juniors. Seeing that none of them had any intention of speaking, he smiled and asked David again.

"Introductory courses in finance used to be called money and banking."

"Because in the past, there was only the banking industry in the financial industry, and other financial industries, especially the financial market, were almost zero."

“The science of money and banking at that time almost did not involve content such as asset portfolio theory such as stocks, bonds, futures, etc.”

"But since the past ten years, the domestic financial market has developed rapidly, and the increasingly rich financial market investment categories have forced business schools to increase relevant courses year by year in order to catch up with its rapid development~"

"So when I saw your manuscript "The Economics of Money, Banking and Financial Markets", I thought it was the best professional book to bridge the gap between business school courses and real financial markets!"

"...Thank you!" David nodded his thanks very seriously to José's "affirmation".

Joss picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, looked at his mentor, Professor Bartley, and smiled.

"As you expected~"

“The debate on stagflation within the school has become increasingly fierce.”

"Some people have defined the neoliberal school and proposed a new emphasis on market development based on Adam Smith's classical liberal thought."

“Some people believe that the supply school emphasizes that supply creates demand. We should examine the current economic situation from the perspective of money supply and seek correct countermeasures... This is a good way to truly solve the problem of stagflation.”

"and you?"

"Have you had any more new ideas recently?"

Professor Bartlet narrowed his eyes, smiled and "threw" the question to David next to him, wanting to hear his personal opinion.

After David fully "examined the question" in his mind, he took a deep breath and answered very confidently.

“Classical liberalism opposes government regulation at the micro-level and macro-level, advocates free competition, free operation, and free trade, and firmly believes that the free competitive market has a regulatory role and can ensure the coordination and stability of economic development.”

"The supply school believes that the world economic crisis from 29 to 33 was not due to insufficient effective demand, but was caused by a series of wrong policies implemented by various governments."

"Just like Say's Law, the reason why each producer is willing to engage in production activities is either to satisfy his own desire to consume the product or to exchange the items he produces with others for goods or services. "

"Due to the spontaneous adjustment of the market mechanism, commodity prices can effectively balance the supply and demand of commodities."

"Since money is a medium of exchange, it plays an instantaneous role in exchange."

“Since the first economic crisis occurred in capitalist society in 1875, economic crisis has become an incurable social disease in capitalist society.”

“In particular, the great economic crisis from 1929 to 1933 fully verified the limitations of the spontaneous adjustment function of the market mechanism and declared the demise of the ‘laissez-faire’ and non-intervention policy.”

"In this historical context, Keynes's macroeconomic adjustment theory and policy propositions of national economic regulation came into being, setting off the Keynesian revolution."

After David said this, he turned his head to look at his mentor, Professor Bartlet. Seeing that he had no expression, he stopped looking at the expressions and faces of the "Seven" and said to himself.

"In fact, no matter which school of thought, they are unwilling to completely deny the Keynesian economic theory that saved the United States from the great crisis in 29."

"But~"

"The times have changed!"

“Stagflation (full name: stagnant inflation, also known as depression expansion or inflation recession), results in the simultaneous occurrence of economic stagnation or recession, massive unemployment and severe inflation, as well as continued rise in prices.”

"Its essence is a new and special economic manifestation of the basic contradictions after state monopoly capitalism develops to a certain period. It is also a prominent manifestation of the decay and degeneration of capitalism."

“For example: from the end of World War I to before World War II, various countries carried out a large number of fixed capital renewal and residential construction to make up for the severe wartime losses, and the expansion of daily consumer goods indirectly caused by this resulted in a considerable increase in the production of production materials and consumer goods. development of."

"In addition, the development of science and technology after World War I led to the implementation of fruitful technological innovations in production, which enabled the rapid development of a series of emerging industrial sectors."

"In addition, various countries implemented capital rationalization measures in commodity production and implemented installment credit systems in sales. These promoted the market prosperity and production expansion of various countries in the 20s. The increase in production stimulated credit expansion and speculative The craze continued to heat up, laying the fuse for the worldwide economic depression that broke out in 29."

"What really triggered the explosion was that the economic policies implemented by the U.S. government at that time were very beneficial to monopoly capital."

"Industrial production and capital across the United States began to be further concentrated in the early 20s, and through the horizontal and vertical mergers of enterprises, the monopoly of the industry grew rapidly."

"Small and medium-sized enterprises, independent small producers and small businessmen are generally eliminated and merged, which makes the unemployment rate rise steadily due to the so-called industrial rationalization."

“二战后～从61年1月－69年10月，米国经济发展指数连续上升了106个月。。”

“The application of a large number of scientific and technological achievements in industry has not only enabled the technological transformation of old industrial sectors, but also given birth to a series of new sectors such as electronics, atomic energy, synthetic fibers, synthetic rubber, and aerospace, and greatly improved the labor productivity of the entire industry. "

“The improvement in labor productivity increases production volume, reduces costs, and increases profits.”

"It wasn't until the end of 1969, when this wave of great development lasted for ten years..."

. . .

In the kitchen not far away.

Tonight's chef Elena Mesa, wearing a pair of thickened gloves, took out the cherry pie baked in advance from the oven and put in a plate of freshly prepared grilled fish. .

David's voice coming from the living room made Elena, who was constantly busy with her hands, feel a sense of fulfillment and pride that she had never felt before~

"I am coming!"

"Do you need my help?" Toby Olga asked after finishing the work at hand, and after handing the few manuscripts he had sorted out to David, he immediately trotted to the kitchen.

Elena stopped the kitchen knife in her hand, smiled and said to a large steak next to her.

"Cut it open for me. I'll fry them later."

"Ok!"

Toby rubbed his "poor" belly with his hands, trying hard to ignore its "strong protest", washed his hands and joined another "battle"!

----

new York.

night~

Manhattan, in front of the Gold Coin Hotel.

Kihara Nobunari stood on the street, pointed at the hotel door and said to Wada Toshiki.

"Boss, I'm not in New York."

"If you want to see him, the fastest and best way is to go here..."

"OK, thanks!"

"Hmm~" Kihara Nobunari raised his head and took a deep look at the Gold Coin Hotel, then turned around, got into the car, and left.

Toshiki Wada held his small bag and stood on the street watching the car disappear into the distance. He took a deep breath and walked towards the hotel door.

. . .

ten minutes later.

In a suite on the fourth floor of the hotel.

Mr. Gardener didn't ask the guest what he wanted. He directly gave Wada Toshiki a glass of tequila and placed it in front of him, shrugging and smiling.

"Sorry~"

"I am only responsible for assisting Mr. Mag Ludwig in handling this cooperation with you."

"He, Marat, and Yuri will take the flight back from Hawaii tomorrow morning."

"If you have any ideas, let's wait until they come back."

"...Okay!" Toshiki Wada stared at the tequila glass in front of him, hesitated, picked it up, and deliberately asked in a very relaxed tone.

"What's your name?"

"gardener."

"Um...Mr. Gardener?"

"Correct!"

The gardener raised his glass to signal him, raised his neck and took a big sip, and said with a smile: "My name is not important."

"I can hear your name all the time these days."

Toshiki Wada took a sip of his drink, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.

The gardener crossed his legs and gently shook the wine glass in his hand, with an inexplicable smile on his lips: "After Khomeini returned to Iran a few days ago, he announced that Iran would gradually resume domestic crude oil exports at the end of this month."

"The international crude oil spot market price plummeted from a high of 29 meters per barrel to about 19 meters per barrel in just a few days."

"If the 88 tons of crude oil discharged from the Nakhodka Commercial Port at the end of last month were calculated based on today's market price..."

"Vito Company has lost at least 3000 million yuan!"

The gardener's eyes flashed with a playful look, and he carefully observed Toshiki Wada's expression before continuing.

"Now that the oil price has dropped, you took the opportunity to contact Nahodkado in private and wanted to trade several times...?"

"What's the price you quoted them?"

Toshiki Wada lowered his head slightly and was silent for a moment, then replied: "22 meters per barrel."

"Wow~"

"What about the price given by the other party?"

"...minimum 25 meters."

Mr. Gardener gave a thumbs up and praised: "What a plan!"

"..." Toshiki Wada forced out a formulaic smile, shook his head slightly, and closed his mouth tightly.

When the gardener saw him putting on this look, he smiled even more amusedly: "Even if Khomeini can clean up the mess in Iran in a short time..."

"It is also difficult for him to guarantee that the total crude oil export volume can quickly return to what it was at the beginning of last year."

"And OPEC members will definitely not miss this opportunity to sell oil at high prices."

"They may even take advantage of Khomeini's ambiguous attitude towards the United States and announce a reduction in total crude oil exports, deliberately causing oil prices in the international market to rebound and rise again."

"At that time, the 22 meters of crude oil in your hand..."

"Haha~" After the gardener said these words, he basically made the matter clear.

He put down his wine glass with a smile and stood up, walked to the door of the room, opened the door, and smiled at Toshiki Wada.

"You can stay here tonight."

"I've already asked someone to arrange the room for you."

"...Okay, thank you." Toshiki Wada took his coat and small bag, walked to Mr. Gardener's side, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally left in silence.

Mr. Gardener closed the door, stood there and sneered: "He is another smart man who is mistaken for his cleverness... a smart man!"

----

Manhattan.

42nd Street, Wildfire Bar.

Menge, the steel-toothed dog sitting at the small table by the door, looked at the middle-aged man in a military green coat who walked in. He couldn't help but frowned and stood up, walked forward and asked.

"Hey~ man!"

"Is this your first time coming to our bar?"

"...Hmm!" The middle-aged man in a military green coat glanced at Menge with a dull look and nodded.

Menge looked at the middle-aged man closely, and after confirming that his feelings were correct, he whispered.

"Drink, welcome~"

"If you're looking for trouble, please go out and turn right!"

When the middle-aged man heard such a "courteous" eviction order, a hint of loneliness appeared in the corner of his mouth, he took out 20 meters of yuan from his pocket and asked.

"One beer, is that enough?"

Menge looked directly at the middle-aged man. After a moment, he waved his hand to the waiter Madonna who was passing by and said: "Bring him a bottle of beer."

"...ok!" Madonna glanced at the middle-aged man and walked to the bar holding the tray.

Menge turned his body sideways and pointed to the seat where he had just been: "This way."

"..." The middle-aged man said nothing. He followed Menge to the table and sat down, looking around at the guests in the bar.

Menge took out a pistol from his armpit with his right hand, put it gently on the table and held it down with his hand: "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"...?" The middle-aged man glanced at Menge in surprise, thought for a while, and said in a low voice.

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Wait for who?"

"A private detective, his name is Dodge."

"Dodge??" Menge had never heard of this name before and asked with a more wary look in his eyes.

"What do you want to know?"

"...!" When the middle-aged man heard him asking, he slowly put his hands on the table, thought for a while and asked.

"Chasida, do you know her?"

"..." Menge fell silent.

He stared at the middle-aged man closely, put his finger on the safety of the gun, and did not answer.

The middle-aged man knew that his words might cause some misunderstandings, so he explained.

"Chasida, you may know my daughter..."

"So I wanted to find out something about her."

"daughter?"

"The case of the captive girls in Queens?"

"Correct!"

"..." Menge motioned to the middle-aged man with his eyes, asking him to lift up his military green coat. He slowly followed the instructions with a calm expression on his face before letting out a breath.

"She's not here, and she's not in New York."

"I know."

"Dodge, told me."

"Then what did you want to do here today?"

"..." The middle-aged man did not answer immediately. He slowly raised his left hand and reached into the inner pocket of his coat. He took out a roll of 20-meter banknotes and placed it in front of Menge.

"Dodge said that someone is funding the CIA to join forces with the FBI to investigate the murder of my daughter..."

"I would like to ask, does that person want to help Chasida...find the real culprit behind the scenes?"

Mengo sat back in his chair and saw Madonna coming with a bottle of beer, and whispered: "What do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have sensed Madonna. He pressed the banknotes on the table with his hand, shook his head slightly and said, "I want to find the real murderer!"

"revenge?"

"..right!"

"Ha~" Menge took the beer from Madonna's hand, handed it over 20 yuan and watched her leave, shrugging.

"Drink this bottle of beer and let's go."

"If CIA and FBI can't find it... it's a waste of time for you to stay here!"

The middle-aged man felt his eyes light up, exhaled a sigh of relief, and spoke to Menge very seriously.

"No matter what his purpose..."

"I can do whatever you want!!"

"..." Menge closed his mouth and looked at him quietly.

The middle-aged man pushed the banknotes in his hand to Menge's eyes, stood up, and simply said: "I will come at ten o'clock every night."

"Beer, it's my treat~"

"..." Menge watched the middle-aged man leave in silence, then looked down at the banknotes that were estimated to be at least a thousand yuan, and felt a strange emotion in his heart.

revenge? !

This is so rare in New York. . !