Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Early morning~

JFK International Airport, Queens.

A private jet flying from London landed smoothly on the runway.

Mr. Gardener, who had been waiting for a long time, stood in the cold wind and saw Otis Parker walking out of the cabin and waved to him.

About twenty minutes later.

Mr. Parker asked in a good mood while sitting in the car, looking at the streets of New York in the winter morning.

"Have you finished all the information I asked you to collect and organize?"

"Hmm..." Mr. Gardener, who was driving, glanced in the rearview mirror and said calmly.

"Erebus, I've looked for you twice."

"You're back, do you want to notify him?"

(Erebus, the tall, white-haired old man who appears in Chapter 595, calls himself the god of darkness in Greek mythology and is the leader of a very different force in the international intelligence community.)

"Oh?"

"Doesn't he still like using the phone?"

"Yeah~"

Mr. Gardener smiled and said: "Since he was bugged that time, he seems to rarely use the phone."

"Haha~" Mr. Parker sighed and shook his head with a smile, looking out the window and said.

"This is the United States, not Europe, which is full of spies!"

"If he can't adapt to a peaceful life, why is he talking about retirement?"

When Mr. Gardener heard the word "retirement", he couldn't help laughing: "He still wants to avenge Hemera and the others, how can he retire?"

"Oh?"

"Has he found any trace of Charon?"

"No~"

"However, he recently took Hypnos to Argentina and became a lot more irritable when he came back."

"Grumpy..." Mr. Parker said softly with a wider smile.

"Charon's betrayal caused him to lose more than half of his men..."

"If hell really exists in this world, even if Erebus chases him into hell, he will make Charon pay the price!"

"Tsk~" Mr. Gardener stopped the car at an intersection, looked at the pedestrians passing by in front of the car, and changed the topic.

"The Longhorn and David talked about the results of Zhazhaniao's recent investigation."

"David has no intention of continuing to pursue it, so I let the scumbag come back."

"Well..." Mr. Parker leaned back and did not comment or respond to this matter.

The gardener also remained silent and continued to drive quickly towards the Gold Coin Hotel.

----

Manhattan, upstairs at Wildfire Bar on 42nd Street.

David walked out of the bedroom and was surprised to see the maid Chasida standing at the door of the restaurant with a smile, waiting for him.

"Good morning to you!" David swallowed back his words of inquiry and quickly glanced at Polly and Susan who were sitting at the dining table with their backs to him. He walked up to Chasida and looked at her carefully, smiling.

"you lost weight?"

"Um.."

"How are my parents and children?"

"You've been helping organize the new house recently, right?"

"Um.."

"No wonder!"

David took a half-step forward to hug Chasida, patted her back gently twice, and smiled in her ear.

"When you come back this time, you must eat fatter!"

"...Hmm!" Chasida bit her lip and lowered her head.

"Cough~" Polly, who was eating breakfast, suddenly coughed lightly. Amid Susan's chuckle, she glanced at David and said.

"I'm going to go out with Isadore Sharp for an inspection this afternoon."

"Susan is also flying to Hawaii tomorrow."

"So I asked Chasida to come back and take care of your daily life, and help us keep an eye on you!"

"Ah...?" David put his arm around Chasida's shoulders, walked to his seat, and smiled.

"Shouldn't you quietly ask Chasida to keep an eye on me and report to you at any time?"

"Why did you... tell me so openly?"

"There is no such honest and peaceful man as me in New York!"

"what are you worried about?"

"Tch~" Polly pointed at David with the fork in her hand and sneered deliberately.

"Just keep acting stupid!"

"Hahaha~" Susan couldn't help it anymore and laughed.

"Uh..." David scratched his chin with his hand, patted Chasida on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Let me finish breakfast first. Only when I have a full stomach will I have strength!"

"Yeah." Chasia walked into the kitchen holding back her laughter. She felt extremely relieved when she heard the sound of "bickering" coming from behind her. .

----

Asia.

Hong Kong.

night~

A private jet landed slowly at Kai Tak Airport.

About an hour and a half later.

Sham Shui Po.

Cui Yingying, her master Zhang Maochang, and her master's youngest son Zhang Jia'an stood on a familiar street, looking at the familiar street scenes and neighbors around them, but their moods experienced an earth-shaking change. .

Zhang Maochang's eldest disciple Xu Congshan took out the three people's luggage from the trunk of the taxi and asked his junior sister Cui Yingying.

"The family has prepared a reception feast for you, why don't you eat a little first and then..."

"Still not working, thank you!"

At this time, Cui Yingying, who was wearing a long beige coat and exuding the aura of a "returnee from overseas", was holding her master Zhang Maochang's arm and was about to explain to her senior brother Xu Congshan, who had always taken good care of her. .

Zhang Maochang suddenly waved his hand to his apprentice: "Yingying came back this time not just to see us off..."

"Eating can be done anytime, she has other important things to be busy with~"

"Yingying, you want to see that person..."

"His name is Karnes."

"Oh, right."

"It just so happens that this taxi hasn't left yet, so let Cong Shan make a trip and take you there!"

"Okay~" Cui Yingying understood what her master meant, smiled and nodded.

Xu Congshan lowered his head and glanced at the three people's luggage. He thought he understood his master's idea. He took two quick steps to stop the taxi that was about to leave, and opened the back door for his junior sister.

Zhang Maochang signaled to his son Zhang Jia'an to pick up his luggage, and watched Xu Congshan and Cui Yingying get into the taxi and drive away, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Young Zhang Jia'an felt that he could understand his father's complicated mood very well at this moment.

He glanced down at the brand new designer suit and coat on his body, gently touched them with his hands, and said softly.

"It's only been a few months, but a year has passed..."

"It seems like everything has changed?!"

"..." Zhang Maochang looked at his son, seeing the confusion on his face, and nodded silently.

This time their father and son left Xiangjiang and traveled extensively in the United States. They met many people, heard and saw many things. It is normal for their moods to change greatly.

However, what made the two people feel the biggest "impact" was the Chinatown they had heard from Zhang Wenbiao, and the Chinese immigrants who worked hard and struggled for life in Chinatowns everywhere. .

Is the moon in the United States extra round?

Is it really that good to live in the United States?

Do not!

Mr. Zhang Maochang’s first half of life was full of wanderings, and the second half of his life after settling in Xiangjiang where he witnessed all kinds of chaos, all told him clearly~

Cui Yingying's choice is right!

. . .

the other side.

In the taxi.

Xu Congshan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, tilted his head to look at the driver who glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, and asked Cui Yingying, the junior girl sitting in the back row.

"Are we going to the mountainous area?"

"Yes." Cui Yingying took out a note from her small bag and handed it to her senior brother.

"This is the address, we can just go there."

"Hmm..." Xu Congshan looked at the address on the note, suppressed his curiosity, and gave it to the driver for a look.

The taxi driver stopped the car at the intersection and waited for the traffic light. He glanced at the note, opened his mouth in surprise, and nodded.

"I've been here to cross the sea..."

"More money must be added!"

"Okay!" Xu Congshan nodded simply and was about to take out his wallet. .

Cui Yingying "patted" three 20-meter bills on the driver's shoulder and asked.

"Is this enough?"

"...That's enough!" The taxi driver checked Mi Yuan over in surprise, looked at Cui Yingying in the rearview mirror, and asked with a smile.

"If you want to use a car when you come back this time, I can charter a car for you for the whole day!"

"No, thanks."

Cui Yingying smiled very politely and turned to look out the car window.

Xu Congshan understood what junior sister meant, raised his finger and pointed at the green light in front, and said with a smile.

"We'd better get to the place first and then let's talk."

"Hmm..." The taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror unwillingly and drove quickly forward.

. . .

More than half an hour later.

When Xu Congshan saw Cui Yingying talking to Bill Guseland in English with ease, talking and laughing freely, without any sense of distance, he immediately understood the master's intention of specially asking him to follow him.

After a while.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the second floor of this mountainside mansion.

As guests, Cui Yingying and Xu Congshan stood up and looked up when they heard the host coming down from upstairs~

Bill was still sitting on the sofa, watching the sleepy-eyed Carnes Rothschild in a nightgown walking down, laughing and teasing.

"It's been almost three days, are you still jet-lagged?"

"Yeah~" Kanes waved his hands lazily, walked up to Cui Yingying, looked her up and down, and said with a smile.

"Why do you look so much more beautiful...?"

"Haha~" Cui Yingying chuckled and opened her arms generously, imitating David's tone.

"This is a cordial greeting from a friend far away~"

"Hahaha~" Kanes took a step forward, hugged Cui Yingying and complained to Bill.

"Did you see that?"

"I saw it~"

"Are you jealous?"

"I'm so jealous!"

"Hahaha~" Kanes let go of Cui Yingying with a smile, glanced at the somewhat reserved Xu Congshan, and asked.

"Who is this..?"

"He is my brother Xu Congshan, a native of Xiangjiang."

“There are a lot of places I’ve never been that he’s very familiar with.”

"So this time I specially asked him to come over and help me, to be your guide..."

"ok~"

"Hello, Mr. Xu!" Kanes walked up to Xu Congshan, stretched out his right hand and said with a smile.

"Um...Hello!" Although Xu Congshan's English is not very good, he can still understand some of this daily greeting.

He gently squeezed Karnes's hand with both hands, smiled stiffly, and nervously said in broken English: "I am her brother...nice to meet you."

"Well..." Kanes knew that the two of them didn't understand each other, and talking more would only make Xu Congshan feel more nervous.

He invited Xu Congshan and Cui Yingying to sit down, and after chatting for a few words, he asked about David's current situation.

Before Cui Yingying came back, David gave her a lot of special instructions.

So she was well prepared and said with a smile to Bill and Kanes.

"David asked me to tell you for him~ If God gave him a day to chop down a century-old tree that was already dying, he would not immediately look at it with the ax in his hand."

"He would first observe the surroundings and the specific conditions of the tree, then find a whetstone to sharpen the logging axe. Finally, after determining where and how to start, he would use all his strength to chop it down."

After Cui Yingying finished speaking, she saw the smile on Bill's lips and Carnes's slowly frowning, and continued.

"For many years, although people have been saying that they believe in Graham's value investing views, they tend to ignore risks when investing, thinking that only speculation can make money."

"Most people understand a very simple truth - let professional people do professional things."

"But on Wall Street, nearly half of the investment banks and securities companies are losing money every year."

“Can professional people really do professional things well?”

"not necessarily!"

"However, if professionals can't do professional things well, can laypeople do it well?"

"This is even more impossible!"

Cui Yingying took out a folded note from her small bag and handed it to Kanes, smiling.

"David said that we all lack courage and decisiveness, we just need more patience and wait for the opportunity!"

"Hmm..." Karnes opened the note and looked at it for a few times, then handed it to Bill and nodded.

"Thank you for the message, I understand."

"ok~"

"Then let's do this for today?"

"I'll come back tomorrow..."

"Are you leaving?"

"There are only two of us here, and there are many empty rooms, you..."

"Cough!!" Bill coughed loudly on purpose, stood up, returned the note he had read to Cui Yingying, and said with a smile.

"It's already very late today. I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"Tomorrow morning, shall we wait for you to have breakfast?"

"Okay." Cui Yingying expressed her gratitude with a smile and led senior brother Xu Congshan away.

Bill sent them to the door, watched them get into the car and leave, then returned to the living room and complained to Karnes.

"Hey~ Where's your brain?"

"You haven't seen anyone in the past two days. You just sleep all the time and leave your brain on the bed?"

"..." Karnes frowned and thought without any reaction, as if he was used to Bill's daily complaints.

Bill sat down helplessly, crossed his legs and sighed.

"That bastard kid can always express his thoughts clearly in a few simple sentences, and he can also make people agree with him..."

"You said, if he is..."

"Uh?" Karnes looked at Bill blankly and asked, as if he had been awakened.

"What did you say?"

"...It's okay~" Bill fell back on the sofa with a look of despair.

"How long are we going to have to endure this boring and annoying life?"

"Uh..." Karnes rubbed his chin with his hand, thought hard and then said.

"How about letting Cui Yingying take us to have some fun tomorrow?"

"Okay!"

Bill pointed weakly: "But I guess she might just take us to the racetrack, or to a golf club or something..."

"Let's talk tomorrow." Kanes stood up, stretched, yawned, and walked heavily along the stairs to the second floor.

Bill looked up at his figure disappearing around the corner of the second floor and suddenly smiled.

Because he discovered that Karnes had changed!

Although there is only a slight change, it is not very obvious.

But he has indeed changed, becoming more than before. . It’s easier to listen to what others have to say.

"David Coleman!" Bill Gutherland muttered silently several times, then reached for the phone and dialed.

----

new York.

Manhattan, Wall Street.

Stanley fourth floor.

David handed his briefcase and coat to the little secretary Maggie, looked at her "full of energy", and joked to Sam Rogers and Mu Brandes who were following behind him.

"Have you been bullying Maggie since I've been away these days?"

"Wow~no!"

"We don't dare, boss!" Sam quickly raised his hands and defended with a smile.

"She is your secretary. No matter how busy we are at work every day, we don't dare to ask her for help, let alone..."

"Okay~" David smiled when he saw Sam's deliberately nervous defense and waved to him and Mu Brandes to sit down.

"She told me that you asked her to do nothing every day except to do the simple tasks of answering phone calls and taking notes..."

"She complained to me that if she continues to do this kind of job that even interns find easy, she will become stupid~"

"Hahaha~" Sam and Mu Brandes looked at each other and laughed.

While the three of them were talking and laughing, Maggie, the little secretary who specially wore a light green women's business suit today, brought them hot coffee and several documents.

David took the document, glanced at it a few times, and asked, "Where's Bob?"

"He's checking the photocopied plans," Maggie answered.

"Oh~ Then go and help him. I want to take a look first."

"Okay!" Maggie's face was filled with joy, she rolled her eyes at Sam and Mu Brandes, turned around and walked away briskly.

"Old Fritter" Mu Brandes tilted his head and glanced at the back of Maggie twisting her waist, raised his eyebrows at David and joked.

"Next time you go on a business trip or vacation, take her with you!"

"Oh~" David said with a smile as if these words were blowing in his ears.

"Waiting a moment, three students of my mentor Professor Bartley, José Aaron, Zod Jimenez and Manfred P. Villabane, are coming to the company to visit."

"Are they...?" Sam, as the person in charge of the company's daily affairs, looked at David and asked tentatively.

"Jos, he has resigned from his job at Harvard University and is ready to join our company."

"Zod and Manfred will not quit their current jobs for the time being. They came here this time to see the company with their own eyes and to talk to me more~"

"Oh~" Sam understood what David meant, opened the folder in his hand, and continued to ask.

"Then you plan to arrange for Jos to come to the company first, and then arrange for him to go...?"

"Yes." David explained while flipping through the documents.

"His situation is quite special. It is very necessary to come to the company for a period of time to adapt."

"The subsequent arrangements will depend on his own choice."

"..." Sam nodded slightly to express his understanding.

Mu Brandes said: "In recent days, Bernard Madoff has often called and said that the foreign exchange futures market in Chicago is very hot."

"Tell me more carefully~" David mentioned with great interest.

"Many funds that came out of nowhere began to pour into the foreign exchange, agricultural products and precious metals futures markets, causing the futures market's trading volume to break historical records last Sunday."

“So, Bernard Madoff thinks we can also do some short-term trading and make profits by following market price fluctuations?”

"Short term?"

David put down the information in his hand, looked at Mu Brandes and asked, "The biggest enemy of short-term trading is the violent fluctuations in market prices."

"If he chooses to carry out high-frequency short-term trading with heavy positions during the day, and does not know how to take profits when he makes money, and does not know how to stop losses when he loses money, short-term trading may make him unwilling to lose all his money, or even liquidate his position!"

"You tell him~"

"Our company only makes medium and long-term futures investments with light positions. If he wants to do short-term, he'd better give up the idea!"

David pointed at the ceiling and hinted to Sam and the others: "Currently, the domestic regulation of trading in the futures market is still very lax."

“As long as it is not an illegal operation that everyone cannot tolerate, neither the exchange nor the financial regulatory authorities will intervene.”

"So... do you understand?"

"Understood~" Sam glanced at Mu Brandes, and both of them understood what David meant.

What is the current domestic supervision of illegal transactions in the futures market?

Haha~

Does it really exist?

This is a good question!