Manhattan Reborn 1978

The central and western part of the island country.

Toyama City, Toyama Prefecture.

In the western suburbs of the city, in a traditional island country house near the seaside.

Marat Poyezhnev took off his shoes and socks, lay relaxed on the tatami, and said with slightly squinted eyes.

"In this transaction, they agreed to our request to reduce the price by 1 meter."

"But the next time we trade, we have to meet some of their tight material needs."

"Short supply?" Kihara Nobunari endured the smell of Marat's stinky feet, raised the tea cup to his mouth, and asked.

"What do they want?"

"Hahaha~" Marat heard this question as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You think they don't want dollars in cash, so what else can they ask for?"

"Of course it's a good thing that you can't buy in Bear Country!"

"for example?"

"For example, the latest issue of Playboy magazine!"

"..." Kihara Nobunari was speechless.

Marat pulled a soft cushion from the side and put it on the back of his neck. He crossed his legs, tilted his head and looked at the small tree swaying in the wind in the distance outside the window, and asked casually in a relaxed tone.

"How long have you been in New York?"

"More than five years."

"I remember that you graduated from New York University?"

"Ah."

"Then how did you pay for your tuition fees for more than five years?"

Kihara Nobunari, who had been maintaining the traditional kneeling posture just now, relaxed all over, relaxedly wrote on the tatami, looked down at the steaming tea cup, and said.

“The scholarship I received in college was just enough to pay for my tuition.”

"Part of my living expenses and other daily expenses are earned from part-time work in my free time, and the other part is from my fiancée Tomomi Moriyama."

"I understand." Marat interrupted him at the right time and said with a rather sighing smile.

"Before, when I was in Xiong Daguo, I had never felt that a life of unemployment, joblessness, and no income would make people feel so desperate~"

“My first two years in New York, I tried almost everything.”

"Later, I had no choice but to join the Xiong Daguo immigration gang and use the knowledge I learned..."

"Oh, right!"

"Although I met with obstacles when I went to find a job on Wall Street, I also deliberately made friends with a few people who worked on Wall Street."

"When I was drinking and chatting with them, they would also complain to me when they were drunk. It turns out that a group of financial investment elites in our eyes would use the convenience of their jobs to make extra money for themselves."

"But when these professionals invest in stocks, they make less and lose more. Almost no one can make a fortune in the stock market."

"Uh...?" Kihara Nobunari blinked in surprise and asked with a very ironic tone.

"Don't they have inside information? Why are they still losing money?"

"Haha~"

"I thought so too."

"But the real situation I learned from people who work in several different fund companies and investment banks is this~"

"Just like a young man I know who works at Merrill Lynch, the head of his department hardly understands how to invest in stocks, but he can still invest in the stock market with the funds of hundreds of clients."

"If he makes money, it is all his personal credit. Not only can he get a generous bonus, but it can also be recorded on his work resume."

"If he loses money, then he can pass the responsibility on to his subordinates~"

"Or he will explain to his clients: Nowadays, the domestic economic situation is deteriorating. There are no profitable stocks in the stock market. Everyone is losing money. Even I will inevitably encounter Waterloo."

"Haha~"

"If it's really what you said, then I can do this kind of job too!"

"Hahaha~" Marat laughed and shook his head.

"You? Not necessarily!"

"Let's talk about other things for now - in terms of eloquence alone, in my opinion you are not up to par."

"besides!"

"You don't naively think that when you are good enough, you will be discovered, noticed, appreciated and reused, right?"

"If you still have such childish thoughts, I still have to advise you to wake up~"

"Daydreaming can't help you!"

"..." Kihara Nobunari showed a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

Marat didn't pay attention to his true reaction that he inadvertently revealed and continued to talk to himself.

"I have been observing fund companies, investment banks and banks on Wall Street through various methods for several years."

"Only about one-third of their main net income is earned from investing in the stock market."

"Then, here's the problem!"

"How do they make a lot of money?"

"Haha~"

"..." Kihara Nobunari glanced at Marat, but didn't get an answer from him.

Because Marat himself has not found a more accurate answer to this question.

But both of them now know very well that they already have the preliminary qualifications to know the answer.

As long as they don't seek death, and as long as they can follow their boss smoothly, it's only a matter of time before they get the answer.

The two were silent for about ten minutes.

Marat took a deep breath and sat up, crossing his legs like Kihara Nobunari, and whispered.

"You can save half of the money I brought back."

"half?"

"Correct!"

"I want to take the remaining half to Tokyo!"

Kihara Nobunari did not ask why Marat wanted to take the money to Tokyo.

He rubbed his legs and stood up directly, bowed slightly to Marat, and left.

Marat looked out the window, listening to the retreating footsteps of Kihara Nobunari, and took a few deep breaths expressionlessly.

So far, everything is going well.

Next. .

----

new York.

Early morning~

Manhattan, upstairs at Wildfire Bar on 42nd Street.

David changed his clothes in the bedroom and was about to go to the restaurant for breakfast when he happened to meet Cui Yingying coming out of the bathroom.

"Are you done washing?"

"Ok!"

"Let's go and eat."

"..." Cui Yingying, who had a peach-shaped face, acted like a girl, shyly lowered her head and followed David towards the restaurant.

In the restaurant.

Polly and Susan, who had been "tortured" last night, saw that the two "biggest culprits" finally appeared, and they immediately made a tacit understanding with dark faces and deliberately ignored them.

David knew that his overnight battle with Cui Yingying last night was indeed very "disturbing", so he sat in his seat with a smirk and asked deliberately.

"what!"

"Is there pumpkin pie again today?"

"Do you want me to be nicknamed...the Fart King of Manhattan?"

"...Hahaha~" Susan was the first to hold back and laughed out loud.

Polly also glared at him with disgust, turned around and pulled Cui Yingying, who was blushing and about to "hide" into the kitchen, and said coldly.

"If you can't stop yourself from farting, can we safely let you go out?"

"Uh..." David was stunned for a few seconds and looked at Polly curiously and asked.

"Even if I have Superman's physical fitness, I still can't withstand your joint oppression~"

"If you still don't feel at ease, then I might as well find someone to order a pair of steel shorts with a combination lock... How about that?"

"Pooh!"

"Hey~ You are such a bastard!"

"..."

"Hahaha~" David laughed heartily when he saw the three women's different reactions.

Polly ignored his "proud show off" and asked Cui Yingying, who lowered her head and suppressed a smile.

"How long will you go back this time?"

"I...maybe at least half a month."

"Half a month? Can you complete all the immigration procedures for your master and his family?"

"It should be possible...right?" Cui Yingying said, looking up at David.

David "fiddled" with Susan's carefully made love breakfast with a knife and fork, and shrugged.

"I leave this matter to Lawyer Mag Ludwig and George."

"They will come over later. If Yingying encounters a problem, they will help you solve it."

"Hmm..." Polly nodded with satisfaction, picked up the cup, took a sip of juice, and asked again.

"Who was the person you met in the bar downstairs last night?"

"A student of my mentor, Professor Bartley, Joss Aaron."

"Oh, he came here specifically to find you in the middle of the night for...?"

"Well... you guessed it right!"

David chewed the food and smiled: "He should be one of the lucky ones who had a smooth journey in the first half of his life and almost never encountered major setbacks."

"So when he found that the job he had always known was not going well and his family was in crisis, he was unable to solve it..."

"It was natural for him to fall into a period of self-doubt."

"What happened to Joss is not unique in my opinion."

"Actually, many people around us are experiencing similar situations to him~"

"It's just that everyone will use different ways to deal with difficulties and solve problems due to their own growth experience, personal personality and other factors."

"Of course~"

"Some people can grit their teeth and get through it."

"Some people will let themselves fall into the quagmire and sink~"

"Many of the homeless people on the streets are here..."

David picked up the cup and took a sip, looked at the three silent Polly girls, and sighed.

"Many people will say that those homeless people don't work hard. They are not worthy of sympathy at all when they lose their jobs and their families are broken up."

"But the truth is often not like that!"

"Susan, you have met many homeless people and had casual conversations with them~"

"Do you think they are the kind of people who are lazy, not enterprising, and don't understand how to cherish their work and family?"

"..." Susan shook her head silently.

David put down the cup in his hand and showed his hands to the three women.

"Look~"

"Most of the homeless people now living on the streets begging for money were once hard-working, happy families and enviable middle class people."

"This is what people choose to ignore...the truth!"

"Moreover, this situation will become more and more severe as the economic situation accelerates and declines, entering a more desperate trough period."

"In the next few years, as layoffs and bankruptcies increase in the country, the number of homeless people on the streets will only increase, not decrease!"

"So when you go out, try not to go out alone, and be sure to pay attention to safety!"

"Yeah..." Susan and Cui Yingying both nodded in understanding.

Polly wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, patted Cui Yingying and smiled.

"Do not worry!"

"When your master and the others come over, I will make arrangements for them."

"Yes!" Cui Yingying held Polly's hand with her backhand and nodded.

David raised the cup to his mouth and couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that today had been "blinded" again.

A woman is already extremely difficult to deal with.

Three women. .

Live it!

This is all self-inflicted. . !

David drank the "bitter wine" in one gulp, gritted his teeth and talked about another topic to the three Polly girls.

"I went to my mentor's place last night and saw many things that I could only see on TV..."

----

Manhattan.

In front of the Blue Crystal Hotel.

When David got out of the car and saw Mr. Tianniu who had been waiting for him again, he asked in surprise.

"Are you so efficient?"

"Of course!" Mr. Tianniu raised the briefcase in his hand, gestured to David, and smiled.

"Where should we sit?"

"Go to my mentor's room."

"Uh..." Mr. Tianniu was stunned for a moment. Seeing that David didn't seem to be joking, he could only follow him into the hotel.

The hotel is on the eighth floor.

In Professor Bartley's room.

David asked Mr. Tianniu to take out all the collected information and smiled at the instructor.

"When I attended a meeting with you the day before yesterday, I met many people but didn't know their details..."

"So I asked them to help me collect some information to deepen my impression."

"Yeah..." Professor Bartlett nodded, silently looking at the several large folders that Mr. Tianniu took out, and suddenly smiled.

He waved his hand and asked David to sit down. After pondering for a few seconds, he said: "This morning, José Aaron came to me alone and said that he wanted to quit his job at Harvard University and asked you to help him find another job. .”

"Did he come to you last night? Did you agree to him?"

"Uh...yes!" David nodded feeling a little surprised.

"and then?"

"What job are you going to recommend to him?"

"You...want...?"

Professor Bartlet, looking at David's cautious and tentative look, shook his head slightly and smiled.

"If I wanted to interfere with his business, I would have told you."

"Oh~ I understand."

"Look, how about I recommend him to work in a bank?"

"not so good!"

"Uh..." David was speechless.

He blinked rapidly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Mr. Tianniu holding back his laughter as he got up and walked to the bathroom in the distance, and tried to ask again.

"Then I recommend him to..."

"Forget it~"

"Let him follow you to do things." Professor Bartley seemed to not want David to continue to test, and simply answered directly.

"Follow me?"

"Correct!"

"Let him follow me...will he... be willing?"

Professor Bartlet tilted his head, deliberately looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked, "Are you going to continue to pretend to be confused?"

"...Haha~" David couldn't help scratching his head with his hands.

"I just... don't want you to feel stuck in the middle..."

"Hahaha~" Professor Bartlett laughed and sighed.

"You!"

"No wonder Julie and old Morgan both said that you are the most difficult little fox to catch!"

"Uh..." David was speechless again.

He scratched his head hard and smiled bitterly: "How can they say that about me?"

"They are the most cunning old foxes, right?"

"Hahaha~ That's right!" Professor Bartlet actually laughed and nodded in agreement.

He looked at David and explained with a hint of relief.

"Joss Aaron, and six other people you've met, they were indeed some of my proudest students."

"But they have all graduated and been working for many years~"

"I see!"

David followed Professor Bartley's words and continued: "You are only their university teacher, not their parents or elders in the family. You cannot always pay attention to their personal development and the difficulties they encounter."

"Don't worry~"

"I will find time to chat with them. If I can help them, I will try my best!"

"Yeah..." Professor Bartley nodded slowly and said the last thing.

"You can use them with confidence."

"If something goes wrong, I'll help you fix it!"

"Thank you!" After listening carefully to the instructor's "instructions", David said a few words of sincere thanks.

Because there are too few talents that he can use and initially trust.

Professor Bartley probably took the initiative to speak out after he saw this problem that he must urgently solve.

So David also frankly talked about some of his plans, as well as some arrangements for each of them.

After Professor Bartley listened silently, he gave his own suggestions.

"Zold Jimenez was born in New York. He is a flexible and reliable person. He should be able to help you a lot."

"Manfred P. Villabane, currently working at the FDA, may be able to help you successfully obtain certification for the fructose syrup you invested in."

"There is also German-born Ike Bastos. He has a rather old-fashioned personality and a very rigorous work attitude. He is suitable to help you do some things."

"Okay!" David found paper and pen from the folder Mr. Tianniu brought and wrote down all the instructor's suggestions.

Deliberately avoiding Mr. Tianniu who was "hiding" at the door of the bathroom, he leaned against the wall, quietly listening to the conversation between the two, and suddenly felt something strange. . Strangely familiar?

Where does this feeling come from?

Mr. Tianniu couldn't think of it for a moment. .

Maybe, it's just one that one can never find an answer to. . Illusion?