Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Manhattan, Wall Street.

In the office of Panaris Norton Morgan on the third floor of Morgan Bank.

Old Morgan put down the newspaper in his hand and frowned at Panaris' partner Elder, who was standing by the phone. He noticed that his expression was a little strange and asked.

"what happened?"

Elder pursed his lips with a serious look on his face, stepped forward to the world map hanging on the wall next to him, looked up at Eastern Europe, and spoke slowly.

"In Helsinki, the capital of Finland, the temperature has risen rapidly since yesterday daytime, and almost all the snow accumulated throughout the winter has melted~"

"And according to observation and analysis by the Finnish and Swedish meteorological departments, it is expected that this abnormal warming situation will occur repeatedly in the next half month, and will not slowly stabilize until the end of this month."

"...!?" After hearing this, Old Morgan walked to the map with the same serious face, looked at Helsinki, which was only dozens of kilometers away from the territory of the Bear Country, and asked.

"It's only March now, and the temperature here has not risen significantly yet, even further north in Helsinki..."

"Yeah~" Elder murmured with his arms folded in front of his chest, the focus of his eyes slowly moved down to the right, and finally stopped above the Crimea Peninsula.

"This kind of abnormal weather that alternates between hot and cold will first cause the snow covering the cultivated land to bloom on a large scale during the day, and then the temperature will drop rapidly at night, causing the moist soil to freeze, slowly forming very troublesome conditions. The frozen soil makes it impossible for spring sowing to proceed smoothly..."

"In 72, there was a period of abnormally rapid warming in late winter and early spring. As a result, the main grain-producing areas in the entire eastern part of the country suffered from late spring cold disasters during the sowing season and were unable to sow. The total amount of grain in autumn was reduced by more than 50%!"

"So...what?" Old Morgan tilted his head to look at Elder with sharp eyes, and the shadow of David flashed in his mind, and he whispered.

"Is this also caused by El Niño?"

"I don't know..." Elder was still staring at the vicinity of Helsinki on the huge map, shaking his head.

"But they said that this climate anomaly must be related to the global warming proposed by Professor Bullock a few years ago."

"Bruck? Who is he?"

"A meteorologist working in meteorology at the Palisades Laboratory in New York."

"He published a paper in 75, correctly predicting that rising carbon dioxide levels in the atmosphere would lead to various climate anomalies around the world, leading to global warming."

“The consequences of global warming are very serious, mainly manifested in the reduction of ice and snow cover in the Arctic and Antarctic, leading to rising sea levels, and abnormal changes in climate patterns in different regions, leading to frequent extreme weather events such as heavy rains, droughts, and hurricanes. .”

"Global warming will also destroy the habitats of many plants and animals that have long been accustomed to regional climate conditions, leading to..."

Elder turned to look at the frowning old Morgan and said: "In the past few years, Australia's largest coral reef reserve, the Great Barrier Reef, began to experience large-scale bleaching events."

"Many people believe that the important cause of this abnormal event is that the warming of sea water destroys the living environment of coral reefs."

Old Morgan stared at Elder's eyes for a few seconds, then turned to look at the northeastern corner of Australia on the map, then turned his attention to South America and asked, "Is there any more?"

"Yes!" Elder knew in his heart that the facts he told had aroused the great attention of Old Morgan, and he shook his head slightly and sighed.

“I met David last time I went to Houston, and after hearing him mention the El Niño phenomenon, I started looking for various meteorological experts and scientists for consultation.”

"They all believe that the global warming proposed by Professor Bullock and the increasingly frequent El Niño phenomenon in recent years are all caused by the entry of a large amount of gases produced by industrial production and human activities into the atmosphere."

"These gases include large amounts of carbon dioxide, methane, etc. produced after burning fossil fuels and raw materials such as wood."

"After they enter the atmosphere, they will block part of the heat radiated outward from the earth's surface, causing the earth's surface temperature to slowly rise, thereby leading to global warming."

"The main areas affected by the El Niño phenomenon are Mexico, Caribbean countries, Colombia, Peru and Brazil."

“After Brazil suffered from continuous rainy and abnormal weather disasters in December last year, there were more than 12 days of cloudy and rainy weather last month, which greatly reduced the sunshine time for crops such as sugar cane, oranges, coffee, wheat, cotton, soybeans, and corn. , the reduction in production has become irreversible.”

Old Morgan frowned and stared at Brazil, the largest country in South America. After a moment of silence, he turned back to his seat and looked at Elder.

"You are responsible for the investment in Brazil. Have you withdrawn it?"

"Not yet." Elder walked to sit down opposite Old Morgan, took out a file bag from the drawer, and explained.

"However, I have recovered most of my investment and purchased a lot of iron ore."

Old Morgan took the folder from Elder, read it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.

"What about the loan? How much has been recovered?"

"This..." Elder said hesitantly with a confused look on his face.

"Part of the loans I am responsible for issuing are..."

Old Morgan looked up at Elder and asked directly before he finished speaking.

"You used a newly registered leather company in the British Virgin Islands to get a loan from the bank and partnered with others to purchase a large amount of land in the suburbs of Rio de Janeiro. You also obtained the rights to three gem mines and several iron mines through some means. ownership.."

"Do you think you are doing these things very secretly?"

Elder lowered his head and suppressed the shock in his heart, knowing that he could not explain this clearly.

Old Morgan waited for a moment, looked down at the information in his hand again, and said, "I will give you one month to recover all the loans you are responsible for~"

"Then, you go to Panaris and be stationed in Chicago to take charge of our futures investment."

"...Okay!" Elder's heartbeat was racing rapidly, but he felt no strength in his body, so he nodded in response.

Old Morgan closed the folder and threw it on his desk, looking over thirty. . Elder, who still didn't have the guts to "resist" him, slowly exhaled and sighed.

"Gold, silver, foreign exchange, and agricultural products will all be futures types that you and Panaris need to pay special attention to this year."

"Panaris now has about 400 million yuan in his hands. This money is enough for you to make some achievements in Chicago~"

"But you can't put all your attention on futures, let alone become a complete gambler."

"You must understand the importance of thinking calmly, look further afield, and always pay attention to the subtle changes happening around you."

"If you can't do this, it will definitely affect your judgment!"

"Don't let me down again!"

"...Okay!" Elder lowered his head and responded.

. . .

Old Morgan, gone.

Elder stood on the desk with his arms spread wide, his eyes staring straight at an oil painting on the far wall, and his mind went blank for a moment.

But he "woke up" soon, and just as he was about to pick up the phone and make a call, a shadow of a person suddenly flashed in his mind. .

Otis Parker!

Some time ago, he has been helping to investigate the situation of production reduction due to disasters in the main orange producing areas of Brazil.

Could it be him. . Woolen cloth?

Elder held the microphone and thought carefully for a while, slowly. . A little discouraged.

Even if it's Odis Parker, so what?

After that lunatic came back from Europe, he never did things based on whether they were beneficial to him or not, but only based on his mood. .

Em...

Do not!

wrong. .

Elder put down the phone and sat back in his chair. He thought about it calmly and carefully. Suddenly he felt that the phone call he just received was too much of a coincidence.

Could it be. . ?

Elder felt the very serious face of old Morgan flashing before his eyes, and his hands unconsciously grasped the armrests of the seat. .

----

The Queen.

In an old building in the Corona community.

Alto Sidric led two people staggering out of the stairwell. As soon as they walked into a small film shooting studio on the fourth floor, they saw a familiar girl apologizing to the staff in a low voice. .

Alto stopped and observed the girl's profile from a distance, and quickly recognized her as one of the waiters at the Wildfire Bar, Miranla Webster.

"Hey~ What are you doing?" Alto walked behind Miranla with his hands in his pockets and threw a look at the staff member.

"Um..." The staff member who knew Alto, after hearing the sound and seeing him, quickly stepped forward and pointed at Miranla to explain a few words.

After hearing this, Alto felt a little surprised and waved his hands to the staff, sent him away, and asked Miranla.

"Who did you come with to audition?"

Miranla blinked and lowered her head, holding tightly a somewhat worn and clean schoolbag with both hands, and said.

"They are my sister's good friends. They came to New York this time because they saw an advertisement for actresses in the newspaper and wanted to..."

"advertise?"

"Hahaha~" After being reminded by Miranla, Alto immediately remembered those advertisements recruiting actresses for small films and laughed.

"Where are they? Are they here already? Where are they?"

"Over there..." Miranla pointed sideways at the office in the distance and said.

"The director who was in charge of auditioning for the role brought them in."

Alto asked with a sneer, knowing that directors who make small films like to give face-to-face "in-depth guidance" to these girls who come for interviews.

"Then you came here with them, do you also want to audition?"

"No, I didn't! I'm not..." Milanla blushed and waved her hands when she heard Alto ask this.

"They are my sister's best friends. They used to go to my house to play. We are very familiar with each other."

"This time they came for the interview, and my sister called me specifically and wanted me to take care of them so they wouldn't be deceived."

"Oh~" Alto rubbed his chin with his right hand, walked to Miranla, circled her twice, shook his head and sighed.

"..." Mirala looked down at her toes, biting her lip in a very troubled mind, mustering up the courage to look at Alto, and said with a blushing face.

"Can you help me...bring them out?"

"Haha~Sorry, I can't!"

"You said it yourself, they wanted to come here for the audition... right?"

"...Yes!" Miranla nodded feebly.

"Then why are you still standing here?"

"Want to stop them from pursuing their dreams of becoming stars?"

"Or do you want to watch the whole filming process?"

"I..." Mirala opened her mouth with a flushed face, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Seeing her innocent and shy look, Alto couldn't help but shake his head, pointed to the stairwell and said.

"You go and wait outside~ I'll go take a look."

"Well!" Miranla watched Alto staggering to the door of the office, then turned back step by step and walked outside.

In front of the office.

When Alto opened the door and walked in, he happened to see the director standing next to the desk, gesturing to two young girls in a particularly provocative pose. .

"cough~"

"You guys go out first, we have something to talk about!"

"..." The two girls, who were only wearing underwear, looked at the director with confused expressions and said nothing.

When the director heard what Alto said, even though he had scolded him countless times in his heart, he did not show any negative emotions on his face. He waved his hand and asked the two girls to get their clothes and go out first, closing the door at the same time. .

Alto walked around the office, picked up a stack of photos of girls from his desk, and asked with a deliberate smile.

"Are these the girls who came for interviews recently?"

"Uh... yes!" The director felt his mouth was a little dry and walked to Alto's side and said with a smile.

"These photos were all taken voluntarily by them in order to get roles...I never forced them!"

"Haha~" Alto looked at the naked girls in the photos, and the teasing tone in his voice became stronger, and he said with a smile.

"Then...why didn't you send these photos to Playboy magazine to try them out?"

"Maybe one of them can become Playboy's cover girl!"

"Haha~" The director knew that Alto was mocking him, so he changed the topic with a smile.

"Why did you come here this time...?"

"Ok!"

Alto threw the photo on the desk, looked around, and finally decided not to sit down and said directly.

"I remember you mentioned it last time~ There are a few bastards who occasionally bring unidentified girls over to film movies to make extra money?"

"Uh... Yes, that's right!" The director breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained.

"Last week we were going to shoot some pirate-themed movies, and they brought in three brown girls who didn't understand English."

"Brown skin?" Alto raised his eyebrows, picked up a relatively clean-looking yellow file bag from the table, placed it on the sofa, and sat down and asked.

"Yes! They are three brown girls with dark hair."

"One of my prop masters here is a Honduran immigrant~"

"He said the girls spoke heavily accented Spanish and Portuguese but didn't understand any English."

"and then?"

"Then... I asked the prop master to tell the girls the scene according to the script. One of the girls was very smart and quietly guided the other two girls during the shooting, and the shooting was completed smoothly..."

"After the filming was over, the smart girl tried to escape by going to the toilet, but those...bastards caught her and beat her up..."

"I was with the photographer and others, and I felt a little bit overwhelmed, so I wanted to step forward and give some advice."

"But they pulled out their guns and told us to mind our own business and pay the bill quickly..." The director said this, carefully observing Alto's face.

"Go on!"

"Ah~ okay."

"Later, I paid them the salary as agreed, and those bastards took one of the girls away before she even got dressed."

Alto thought for a moment in silence and asked him, "How did you contact them?"

"Through a middleman."

"Who is it? What's his name? How did you find him?"

"I..." When the director heard Alto ask this, the big stone in his heart was completely relieved. He went behind the desk to find an address book and said.

"I only know one phone number. Every time I want to contact the middleman, I just need to call and leave a message, and they will contact me proactively."

"Here, that's the number."

"Hmm..." Alto picked up the pen, wrote down the phone number, looked at the director sideways, and said.

"You are not allowed to leave this office until noon tomorrow."

"Unless you get a call from me, you know?"

"I understand! I understand!" the director nodded repeatedly.

Alto seemed unwilling to talk nonsense to him anymore. He put away the note and stood up and walked out of the office.

After watching him leave, the director subconsciously took a deep breath, wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, and began to become active again.

. . .

In the stairwell.

When Alto was about to go downstairs and leave, he happened to see the two girls who had been in the office just now, chatting around Miranla.

Miranla had some helplessness and grievance on her face, biting her lips and lowering her head without speaking.

Alto had a joking smile on his lips, walked up to the three girls, tilted his head and looked at Miranla, and asked.

"Come with me?"

"..." Miranla bit her lip and slowly shook her head under the surprised gaze of the two girls.

"Thank you, but still not."

"Haha~" Alto chuckled twice and said as he walked downstairs.

"There is never a free lunch in this world, let alone pie-in-the-sky good things!"

"I'll go to the bar to meet you tonight, Miranla!"

Miranla walked to the steps, watched Alto disappear into the corridor, and said to him silently. . Thanks!

----

Western United States, California.

Southern suburbs of Los Angeles.

David and Bob Rockefeller stood at the door of his grandfather Lois Rockefeller's house, talking and laughing as they walked in.

About ten minutes later, in the living room.

Louis, the third of the five Rockefeller brothers, smiled and listened to his grandson Bob's story, but from time to time his eyes would glance at David, who was sitting quietly next to him with a haggard look on his face.

David was very relaxed and casually picked up the desserts on the table, sipping on them while thinking carefully about the manuscript he had prepared.

Due to limited time today, he could only try his best to help Bob and get the support of his grandfather Louis. .