Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

night~

Gramercy Garden Hotel, East 21st Street, Manhattan.

In a luxurious suite on the 11th floor.

Cohen from the da security company was sitting in the living room with a wary face, looking at Griselda Blanco who was wearing a nightgown, and asked.

"You're looking for me...for this?"

"Yes~"

Blanco, who had just taken a hot bath, brushed his long hair with his fingertips, deliberately exposing his neck and collarbone, and smiled.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"rest assured!"

"I already have a male companion tonight~"

"..."

Cohen listened and heard the sound of shower water coming from the bedroom. He felt a little more relaxed and felt a strange sense of loss again. He asked with a straight face.

"Where did you hear the news?"

"Wall Street."

"Wall Street, there are no secrets~"

"I like this sentence!" Blanco crossed his legs, looked down at his slightly bulging belly, his eyes became very gentle.

"I'd better say it directly, so as not to make you guess."

"Recently, I happened to have some income and wanted to invest it."

"And your boss's company is a hot topic that many people on Wall Street are rumoring recently..."

"so.."

"So you want me to help introduce...investment?"

"Did you find the wrong person?"

"I'm not wrong!"

Blanco opened his right hand to Cohen and said with a smile: "Although there have been some minor misunderstandings between us, we have also had several close contacts~"

"In the whole of New York, if you say I don't believe you, who else can you believe?"

"..." Cohen rubbed his fingers unnaturally and said nothing.

Blanco waved his hand with a wider smile: "We won't talk about the past."

"My request is also very simple."

"As long as I ensure that my investment does not lose money and the income is similar to the interest rate on bank deposits, that's it~"

"Then why don't you deposit money in the bank?"

"Hehe~"

"Because of the money, I can't come up with a reasonable and legal explanation!"

"Black money?"

"Hmmmm~"

Cohen felt that the European Association was staring at Blanco unexpectedly: "Didn't you give up the drug business?"

"Yes, but I can't just sit there and live in vain!"

"Sorry! I can't help you."

"But, you've met Odis Parker ~ he can help you."

Blanco raised his hand to wipe the water droplets from the tips of his hair, shook his head decisively to Cohen and said, "It's the same thing!"

"Compared to you, I don't believe anyone!"

"..." Cohen felt a bit of toothache, lowered his head and asked in silence for a moment.

"How was your court session today?"

"good."

"When is the next court session?"

"Maybe... there will be no next court session."

Blanco saw the confusion on Cohen's face and nodded slightly: "Lawyer Deacon Harris has reached an agreement with the prosecutor!"

"As long as I voluntarily pay a sum of money and agree to a few additional conditions, he will not prosecute me again."

"So, from now on, I can live in New York without having to hide and live in peace of mind."

"..."

"Oh, right!"

"A few days ago, I went to the Upper East Side to look at the high-end apartments there."

"But the real estate agent who took me to see the apartment said that if I want to buy an apartment, I need to get the approval of the owners' cooperative committee before I can buy it...?"

"Do you know this strange rule?"

"Is that agent trying to make things difficult for me on purpose, hoping to make more money?"

"I... don't know either." Cohen looked at her calmly and shook his head.

"All right.."

Blanco put his hand on his lower abdomen, stood up and made a farewell gesture: "It's too late today~"

"If you are willing to help me, you can come here anytime!"

"..Um!"

Cohen stood up and strode to the door, suddenly turned back to look at Blanco who was standing there, hesitated for a moment and left.

Blanco seemed very satisfied with his last hesitation. He smiled and walked into the private bathroom in the bedroom and turned off the shower.

There was no one in the bathroom.

----

the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Toyama City, Toyama Prefecture, in the central and western part of the island country.

noon!

At an independent tanker berth 15 nautical miles outside the port of Toyama City, the crew of a 22-ton oil tanker flying the Indian flag are busy in the icy winter sea breeze~

There is a small boat docked on the sea next to the oil tanker.

In the small cockpit of the boat, Yuri Orlov and Marat Poyezhnev held a notebook in their hands and communicated silently.

Marat stared at the oil tanker not far away and wrote in his notebook: I haven't seen any Lermontov, Maxim or Popov today. Only the Torgai brothers appeared on the deck and were responsible for unloading. and collect money. .

After reading this passage in his notebook, Yuri took a deep breath and wrote in his notebook: Do you think there is a problem?

Marat nodded silently: "When the cargo of the ship is finished unloading, I will tell the Tolgai brothers to ask Popov to meet the ship again at the fourth transaction we agreed on. What do you think?" ?

Yuri glanced at the captain of the boat standing outside the cockpit and nodded slightly: OK!Judging from the news from the boss, someone has begun to notice our transaction. .

Marat suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth and scrawled in his notebook: It doesn't matter, we are also middlemen!

Yuri saw the word "middleman" and couldn't help but write in his notebook: This time, we are crude oil middlemen!What about next time?

Marat tore out all the records in his notebook, took out the lighter from his pocket, smiled and said, "That's not a problem we need to consider now!"

"Haha~" Yuri followed suit and tore out all the written dialogue from the notebook, watching Marat burn it with a lighter.

"Zi la la..."

Just when the two began to relax and chat, a call came from the intercom on the boat.

The captain of the boat ran in from the outside deck, picked up the intercom and said a few words, then turned to Yuri and explained in English.

"Your companion, Mr. Nobunari Kihara, said that a gentleman named Acklade Parkinson is here and asks you to go back."

"Oh?" Yuri turned to look at Marat and asked.

"Is it the boss's butler Acklade?"

"Ok!"

Marat nodded, asked the captain for a telescope, looked at the Torgai brothers standing on the side of the tanker for a while, and said to the captain.

"Go and tell them that we have to go back beforehand."

"Next time, let Popov come over in person, we have an important interview!"

"If we can't see him, we will use our own methods to contact him!"

"Okay!" The captain didn't hesitate at all. He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and started calling the small crude oil carrier that was unloading the oil from the tanker.

. . .

ten minutes later.

A voice that was very familiar to Marat and Yuri came from the intercom on the boat.

Marat glanced at the captain who walked out of the cockpit voluntarily, picked up the walkie-talkie and said with a smile: "Lermontov?"

"I'm!"

"Popov, I won't come next time!"

"If you have anything, you can tell me."

"Haha~ Why didn't I see you when I boarded the boat to pay?"

"I was busy."

"What are you busy with?"

"...This has nothing to do with you!"

Marat glanced back at Yuri and gave him a questioning look.

After getting a positive "answer" from Yuri, he pressed his finger on the intercom and smiled: "Okay, Lermontov."

"We will get in touch with him ourselves."

"I hope that when we meet again next time, we can be able to talk calmly like we are now..."

"..What do you mean?"

"Nothing, Lermontov!"

"This... isn't your real name at all, is it?"

"What about Maxim?"

"Why does he never show up?"

"..."

"This transaction was originally meant to be that you wanted to sell and we wanted to buy. Both parties very much hope that it will be completed smoothly!"

"But when you want to use Uncle Popov now, just push him ahead..."

"What happens when you feel that he is useless?"

"Can you get rid of it easily?"

"Lermontov!!"

"..."

Marat let go of the walkie-talkie and took a few deep breaths, but did not wait for any response from the other party. .

He pressed the call button hard and said in a low voice: "My boss already knows about the transaction between you and Vitol!"

"But he doesn't think this will be an obstacle to establishing a cooperative relationship between us. Instead, he thinks this is a very rare opportunity~"

“In the words of my boss: business is business, but it’s just business!”

"Lermontov, I don't care if you are listening, let alone if there are others around you eavesdropping."

"I just want to tell you!"

"As long as both of us can achieve win-win cooperation~"

"You can never make enough money!"

"But opportunities to make money are not always something you are so lucky to encounter..."

"It is actually not difficult for internationally renowned traders such as Europe's Vitol Company and America's Phibro Company to obtain some commodities that are in high demand in the international market from the Nakhodka Commercial Port!"

"You should also be well aware of this."

"A price that is reasonable and recognized by both parties is the biggest point of conflict between you!"

"And our existence can bring you more benefits!"

"So, Uncle Popov must appear in front of me next time, so that we can continue to cooperate~"

"otherwise.."

"Hehe~"

"In New York, all it takes to kill me is throw away [-] yuan~"

"What about you? Lermontov!!"

"How much is your life worth?"

"Whose way of making money are you or you blocking?"

"Without me, there will still be another Marat!"

"Without you, will there be another Lermontov?"

"..." There was still no response from the intercom. .

Marat leaned sideways on the bridge, looked at Yuri with a "victory" smile, pressed the call button again, and said.

"What I just said was not a threat, let alone alarmism."

"Because just like you, I can't help myself!"

"After all, this is a commodity transaction worth hundreds of millions of dollars..."

"The smell of blood with the smell of copper will sooner or later attract the attention of the giant beasts of the deep sea!"

"And we are just a small middleman. We buy from you and then sell them again~"

"If we are targeted by them, we can only give up..."

"what about you?"

"If you break the contract once, nothing might happen~"

"What about next time?"

"Can you escape the fate of being hunted?"

"Hehe~"

"Okay, Lermontov."

"Or...Maxim?"

"I do not care who you are!"

"The next time we meet, I hope you can think through the stakes and make the best choice."

"Goodbye, gentlemen!"

After saying that~

Marat released the call button, took a deep breath, and waited.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

30 seconds.

1 minute later.

From the intercom, a voice sounded very unfamiliar to Marat.

"We'll see you again... Marat!"

"Hehe~"

Marat turned around and walked to sit down next to Yuri, lit a cigarette for himself, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Do you think I gambled too much?"

"...Hmm!" Yuri frowned and nodded with a complicated expression, grabbed the cigarette from Marat's hand, and asked.

"Aren't you afraid of them attacking Popov...?"

"probably not."

Marat exhaled a cloud of smoke, looked at the deck of the tanker, and whispered: "You heard it from the call just now, right?"

"Even if I don't bet this time, Uncle Popov's situation will be difficult to return to before."

"So, instead of watching him being manipulated at will, I might as well help him get a chance!"

"Winning is of course the best."

"If I lose, I believe he won't blame me~"

"..." Yuri stared at Marat for a while, lowered his head, picked up the cigarette and took a deep puff, saying in a low voice.

"Let's go back first."

"Ok!"

----

a new day.

USA, Texas.

Northwest of downtown Houston, eastern suburbs of the small city of Hempstead, farm vacation home.

David woke up in a "dazzling" morning light.

He stretched out his arm to touch around him out of habit, but found nothing. .

"Is this another dream?" He muttered a few words to himself, turned over and slowly fell asleep again.

. . .

It's exactly eight o'clock.

in the restaurant.

David was reading today's newspaper while eating the breakfast prepared by Sierra's mother and sister Salonia.

During dinner last night, Mr. Longhorn, who had always had no presence, walked up to David from the living room with a note in his hand and whispered.

"That's the news from New York this morning."

"Oh?" David quickly glanced at the note, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Who asked you to tell me?"

"Gardener or Audis?"

"None of them~"

"Who is that?"

Mr. Longhorn showed a smile and bent down to David's ear: "Polly."

"Hmm~"

David made a long note in surprise, handed the note to Mr. Tianniu, and shrugged.

"Polly, I will communicate with her."

"You tell Otis that the requests made by Ezra Cremo of the CIA's New York branch and this Ms. Griselda Blanco will be handled by him and Sam~"

"Ok!"

"Did you eat breakfast yet?"

"Ate."

"Oh... I'm going to Professor Bartlet's place today, how about you?"

"Follow me too?"

Mr. Tianniu tore the note into pieces carefully, put it on the table and said with a smile, "Does the coffee at Professor Bartlet's place taste good?"

"Hahaha~" David waved his hand to him and smiled without answering.

Sierra's mother, who was busy with housework in the kitchen, heard her son's laughter and curiously stuck her head out and asked.

"Have you eaten?"

"immediately!"

"Oh~"

"Old Cui En and his daughter went out after breakfast and haven't come back yet..."

"Are you going to find them and explain to them?"

David glanced at Mr. Tianniu who returned to the living room voluntarily, raised the milk glass, thought about it, curled his lips and smiled.

"Did I talk too much last night?"

"Nope!"

Sierra's mother put down the rag in her hand, walked to sit next to her son, wiped her hands with her apron and smiled.

"This is a request made by Old Cui En himself, and it's not like we have to interfere with her daughter Mary Sue's business."

"However, since your father has promised him, of course we must make this matter clear!"

"Even if you said some harsh words last night, Old Cui En wouldn't feel bad. Instead, he happily thanked me this morning!"

David raised his neck and drank the milk, licked the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "In the future, you and your father had better not agree to requests like this to lecture people face to face!"

"Good~"

"It's just this once, I won't do it next time!" Sierra's mother raised her hand and admitted her "mistake" while holding back a smile.

"But ~ you are just like us, you understand Old Cui En's mood very well, right?"

"Hmm~ I understand!"

"Of course I understand."

David looked past Sierra's mother, towards his sister Salonia who was "busy" in the kitchen, and smiled.

"Thousands of kind words from parents and relatives are often not worth a casual reminder from outsiders."

"You and Dad said those words before I went to New York, and I just ignored them at the time~"

"I even think you guys are too verbose and annoying me physically and mentally."

"But it wasn't until I went to work in New York and gradually came into contact with the world outside the small town that I discovered..."

"When I graduated from high school at the age of 18, I was still like a childish, ignorant idiot, at a loss about my future, and entering society without any experience."

"Although I am full of the vitality and potential of young people, I also have to face the difficult problems that everyone encounters in the process of growing up~"

"Maturity will make me pay the corresponding price."

"One of the costs is more possibilities in the future!"

David moved his chair, sat next to Sierra's mother, put his arm around her shoulders, and said sincerely.

"Whether I choose to be bound or restricted by various social rules or not, it will definitely happen~"

"At my age, if I can persist in studying hard, strive to gain recognition from more people, and strive to embark on the road of success that is full of thorns..."

"When I am 30 or 40 years old, the cold reality will sneak up on me and knock me into the abyss!"

"So, I have to know clearly that I can be anyone, but I can also be nothing..."

"Only if I keep learning, working hard, striving for, giving up, and encouraging myself to move forward can the world open its arms to me, accept me, recognize me, and respect me!"

David ran his fingertips through Sera's mother's gray hair around her ears, and smiled when he saw her surprised expression of relief and pride.

"The famous psychologist Carl G. Jung once said something very wise~"

"He said: The correct development path for the second half of a person's life is to rediscover the self he lost when he was young. By doing so, you can achieve something and regain more potential for development!"

"In the first half of a person's life, one must find the path to the right direction as soon as possible and resist all kinds of temptations in order to avoid falling into losing oneself~"

"Mom, I love you!"

"I will definitely become your pride!"

"Yes!" Sierra's mother's smile was mixed with a few tears, she happily kissed her son's cheek and nodded heavily.

"I know, I know you will definitely do it..."

"But~"

"Your father and I hope most that we can have a grandson or granddaughter to accompany us first."

"Uh..." David really didn't expect that his mother would "promote birth", and he was speechless with his teeth bared. .

"Hahahaha~"

Sierra's mother laughed when she saw her son's complex expression of surprise and helplessness.

ps: The song "only you" that appears in Chapter 710 is a popular single released by the black group The Platters in 1955.

The song was written by Buck Lamb and Andy Rand.

Patters' first performance of the song was not a success, but it became a huge success after it was released again on July 1955, 7.

The song topped the national R&B charts for 7 consecutive weeks.

Many singers, including The Beatles' John Lennon, have covered this song.

The song has also appeared in many Hollywood movies as background music; it is also used in some advertisements and Internet background music.

Karaoke was popular in the 90s, and the song was edited by the film company into a CD of the 1953 romantic film "Roman Holiday" for sale.

Therefore, it is said on the Internet that it is an episode of "Roman Holiday", which is actually a misinformation.

In 1995, in the movie "The Great Sage Marries a Wife", Tang Seng sang a modified version of "Only You", which deeply influenced several generations. .

But this song was originally a love song!

love song!

It's not a nonsensical brainwashing song that makes people laugh as soon as they hear it. .

No!

! ＠#＠#￥%……

hahaha~

I couldn't help laughing again. .