Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

It's approaching evening~

Manhattan, at the intersection of Eighth Avenue and 42nd Street.

Zina Osevia Art Store, 660 Eighth Avenue.

Second floor.

Roland Perkins of Los Angeles Creative Artists Agency (CAA) led Michelle Pfeiffer, who was full of curiosity, from the stairs to the second floor. He happened to see a fat old black man with a somewhat bald head sitting on the floor. Not far away, looking at the two of them.

Roland quickly looked around and found Elena Mesa sitting by the far window, holding an apple in her hand, lowering her head and reading a book seriously. .

A ray of sunshine coming in from the window + dust particles flying in the air + a red apple + a mature beauty with a lazy and relaxed look, but a very serious expression~

This scene made Roland lose his mind for a moment and felt that he could not look away. .

The manager of the record company, Gino Bachwin, nicknamed "Molly Potato", when he saw Roland losing his composure, he couldn't help but curse a few words in his heart. He stood up and deliberately walked more slowly, walked up to him and smiled.

"I'm Gino Bachwin."

"..oh!"

"Hello, Mr. Bachwin."

"I am Roland Perkins from CAA Company." Roland was immediately "awakened", and with an apologetic smile, he stretched out his right hand.

"Hehe~"

Bachwin glanced at Michelle Pfeiffer behind Roland, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and smiled.

"This lady is...?"

"She is Michelle Pfeiffer, our company's new actress."

"Michelle...Pfeiffer?"

Bachwin took a big step forward, stretched out his right hand and asked with a smile: "Miss Pfeiffer, have we met somewhere?"

"Forehead.."

Michelle Pfeiffer glanced at Roland Perkins, stretched out her right hand, shook her head slightly and smiled: "Sorry!"

"This is my second time in New York, so..."

"Oh~" Bachwin had a gentle and friendly smile on his bright black face. He turned to look at Roland and said with a smile that had something strange in his eyes.

"Mr. Perkins, let's go over there and sit and wait for a while."

"Miss Osevia, you will be down soon~"

"Ok!"

Roland resisted the urge to look at Elena, followed Bachwin to the sofa and sat down, pointing at Michelle Pfeiffer behind him and smiling.

"Have you been to the Wildfire Bar too?"

"It feels like she looks almost exactly the same as Jin Ji in the bar?"

"Hahaha~"

When Bachwin heard Roland clarifying his words directly, he nodded and said with a big smile: "That's right!"

"If she didn't look younger, I would have thought it was Jin Ji..."

"Hahaha~"

Roland laughed heartily and waved to Michelle to sit down first. He glanced at the stairs leading to the third floor, and he and Bachwin changed the topic in a tacit understanding and started chatting~

. . .

About two 10 minutes later.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the third floor.

Polly Sidrich walked quickly in front and said to Zina behind her: "Maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow~"

"Isadore Sharp from the Four Seasons Hotel will come back from Australia..."

"I left him your address and phone number here. You can help me get him familiar with it in New York first!"

"When I come back, we will discuss the relevant details of the hotel location."

"Okay." Zina followed Polly and nodded with a smile.

Polly followed the stairs to the second floor, her eyes swept over Gino Bach and Roland Perkins, and landed on Michelle Pfeiffer's face. She paused for a few seconds, turned to Zina and said .

"Ava Fangtian is shooting a commercial for CK jeans at da advertising agency~"

"Have you met Paige Olson, the head of the advertising agency?"

"I have seen."

"ok~"

"Then you lead directly..."

Polly raised her finger to Michelle Pfeiffer and asked Roland Perkins.

"Does she have time to shoot commercials now?"

"Have!"

"She has been free for the past month!" Roland immediately pulled Michelle up from the sofa and nodded repeatedly.

"Hmm~" Polly looked at Roland seriously for a few seconds, nodded slightly, and shouted to Elena Mesa by the far window.

"Let's go~ Elena, we are going to be late."

Elena put down the half-eaten apple in her hand, stretched lazily, turned around and put the book on the table, picked up her coat and smiled at Qina.

"Put it here first and look at it when I come back~"

Zina tilted her head and shrugged at Polly, smiling: "If there is anything else you forgot, you can call me tomorrow morning."

"I'll be there until noon tomorrow."

"Okay!" Polly waved to her coolly and walked down the stairs.

Zina looked at Elena who had put on her coat, with an envious smile in her eyes and said: "Don't forget to send my regards to him and his family."

"Ok!"

Elena carried the small bag she carried with her, walked up to Zina, hugged her, and whispered a few words in a low voice.

Zina smiled and patted her, then watched her go while holding on to the handrail of the stairs~

. . .

After sending the two of them away, Zina quickly "collected" her emotions, turned around and walked to Michelle Pfeiffer, looked at her seriously, and said to Roland.

"Look at the address book behind you..."

"Yes, that's it!"

"You turn to page 97. There is the office phone number of Paige Olson, the head of the advertising agency."

"They are working overtime to shoot a commercial. Now you can take Michelle there~"

"Okay, thank you!" Roland quickly wrote down the phone number, "honestly" put the address book back into place, and thanked him.

"Hehe~"

Zina reached out and took Michelle's right arm, looked into her eyes and said, "This is a good opportunity, I hope you can seize it!"

"...Yeah!" Michelle nodded vigorously, feeling a little dazed in her head.

Roland Perkins was not going to waste any more time. He took a half step forward and said with a smile: "Let's go!"

"Go ahead~" Zina also smiled and took a step aside, watching the dizzy Michelle Pfeiffer and Roland Perkins leave.

"Mild Potato" Gino Bachwin stood up with a smile and looked in the direction of the stairs, feeling emotion in his heart ~

Zina glanced back at him, walked to where Michelle was and sat down, thought for a while and said.

"It turns out that Shinny, the gang leader in the Bronx, is missing~"

"Carew, who succeeded him, has also been missing for no apparent reason recently..."

"Your record company was founded by Xinni with Carew's help..."

"But~"

"Sinny personally told David in the Wildfire Bar that he would give him some shares in the record company."

"So, this time I was entrusted by David himself to come to you to talk about purchasing all the shares of the record company."

"Do you have any suggestions or comments?"

"no!"

Mr. Bachwin, who had long been looking forward to being "incorporated", waved his hands in relief.

"Um.."

Zina motioned to him to sit down, crossed her arms in front of her chest, crossed her legs, and smiled elegantly.

"I heard that the record company you manage discovered a black singer with great potential?"

"Correct!"

"what is his name?"

"Luther Vandross."

"He has been helping out in the Power Plant recording studio recently and learning by the way."

"power plant.."

Zina felt very interesting and smiled: "Before, Madonna Sigourney also studied at the Power Plant Recording Studio."

"Do they know each other?"

"know!"

"Oh~"

"Then he must have met Aretha Franklin too, right?"

"I've seen it~"

Bachwin heard Zina mentioning Aretha Franklin, the famous black female singer in the country, and smiled confidently with shining eyes.

"That kid Luther, after listening to Aretha's recording, he suddenly got inspired and wrote some very good songs..."

"He still writes songs?"

"Yes!"

"Um.."

Zina was surprised and thought for a while: "You have also seen the Roland Perkins just now~"

"Caa's New York branch is already in preparation. In a few days, I will ask friends to help find a suitable office location for it."

"The record company you manage, please sign Luther's management contract first, and then I will give you his contact information."

"Go and sign Aretha's niece to a record company. After training her for two years, sign her to CAA."

"niece?"

"Correct!"

Zina smiled and explained: "Aretha has a younger sister who sings for her. Her daughter is 16 years old and is born with a good voice."

“I went to Newark with Aretha to meet her and heard her sing a few songs a cappella, which was great!”

"Oh~"

Bachwin nodded in understanding and asked.

"what is her name?"

The girl with a shy smile suddenly flashed before Zina's eyes, and whispered: "Her name is Whitney Houston."

----

new York.

Manhattan, Gold Coin Hotel.

four floors.

Otis Parker and Mag Ludwig stood at the door of the room, watching Todd Covian, the head of Vitol's San Francisco region, enter the elevator, and then turned back to the room.

Mag sat on the sofa, picked up the completely cold coffee, took a big sip, and asked with a frown.

"You just said...that there is an old friend within Vitol Company?"

"You're not deceiving him, are you?"

"of course not."

Mr. Parker spread his hands in a relaxed manner, sat across from him and said with a smile: "I only got in touch with my old friend who has disappeared for several years at noon today."

"It's just that I didn't expect that he would join Vitol Company quietly."

Mag rubbed his chin with his hand, shook his legs a few times, and asked: "So you promised Todd Covian to help him get the position of head of the New York branch?"

"Is this... too hasty?"

"Hehe~"

Mr. Parker smiled implicitly and explained simply: "It's just a position of responsible person, it's not like he was promoted to the board of directors of Vitol~"

"this is very simple!"

"..."

Mag resisted the urge to complain, waved his hand and changed the topic and said: "What do you want to say to them on the island country?"

"Tell me the truth."

"Forehead.."

"You just tell them directly to be a middleman for temporary flip transactions?"

"Yes~"

"Then...how to divide the profits?"

"Will the Yasuda family and Davis Leahy of the Fuji Consortium just watch us make money for ourselves?"

"Oh?"

"Who said we have to eat alone?" Mr. Parker asked.

Mag, I'm speechless.

"Hahaha~"

Mr. Parker smiled cheerfully and explained: "The current oil price has just started to rise not long ago~"

"Many people have not yet focused on the island nation and the Nakhodka commercial port in the Far East."

"But as long as oil prices continue to rise, sooner or later someone will discover this trading channel that can obtain large amounts of crude oil spot."

"And it will be increasingly difficult for us to protect all of our own interests by joining forces with the Yasuda family and the forces behind Davis Leahy!"

"So, I just reached a verbal cooperation agreement with Todd Covian, promising to sell all the crude oil spot purchased in the next two months to Vitol."

“After two months, if we can still get crude oil spot from Nakhodka stably, it won’t be too late to talk about cooperation~”

"Two months...?!"

Mag stared at Mr. Parker for a while, as if he had figured something out, and asked.

"Did you receive some...intelligence?"

"No!"

"I do not know anything."

"Really?"

"real!"

Mag took a deep breath, thought about it for a while, and then asked, "How much do you plan to give out?"

"We take [-]%, and the rest is divided equally between the two families." Mr. Parker raised four fingers with a smile.

"Ok!"

Ma Ge stood up happily, lowered his head and straightened the folds of his suit jacket, and said: "I will rush to Hawaii now, meet Davis Leahy in person, and explain this matter to him clearly."

"Okay~"

"I'm waiting for your good news."

"What about the island country? Don't forget to inform them."

"I will."

"Hmm~"

. . .

Mag Ludwig, gone.

Mr. Parker glanced at the cold coffee, stood up and walked to the phone to think about it, then picked up the phone and dialed.

----

USA, Texas.

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

The sun sets~

David led Toby Olga into the courtyard, turned around and waved to his tutor, Professor Bartley: "Please stay, it's starting to cool down outside!"

"We'll come back tomorrow morning."

"Yes!" Professor Bartley nodded with a smile, watching the two of them get into the car and disappear into the sunset.

. . .

on the way.

David, who took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat, glanced at the driver, Mr. Tianniu, then looked back at Toby Olga, who was sitting in the back seat, and asked with a smile.

"Are you tired today?"

"I'm fine." Toby, who couldn't hide the look of exhaustion on his face, replied with a forced smile.

"Hehe~"

David deliberately stared at her seriously for a while, nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "ok!"

"However, you should still be responsible for spelling proofreading, copying, binding, etc. tomorrow morning."

"I'll be responsible for the writing myself!"

"..."

Toby recalled the "strange" scene of David facing the typewriter with flying fingers, resisted the urge to ask, and asked with curiosity on his face.

“How far have you come so far from your writing goal?”

"Um... It's about a third completed now."

David rubbed his chin with his hand and said seriously: "According to my estimate, I will be able to produce the first draft of the entire book in two weeks."

“Then, we also have to draw some illustrations in the book and correct the overall details.”

"When all the preliminary work is completed, Professor Bartley will send the manuscript to his old friends to listen to their opinions and reactions before arranging publication plans."

"Oh~" Toby breathed a sigh of relief and smiled after listening to David's general arrangement.

"Then...can I not wear high heels tomorrow?"

David couldn't help but raised his eyebrows at her and joked: "Of course... No way!"

"Wearing high heels will help you continue to consume fat in your calves and keep you more elegant~"

"Why don't you wear it?"

"Uh..." Toby was speechless due to David's two "nonsense" words.

David touched his nose, and when he saw that she didn't refute, he thought it was better not to tease her anymore, so he shook his head and said.

"Okay~"

"If you think you can work better without wearing high heels, then don't wear them!"

"If you feel that wearing a formal suit and maintaining due courtesy and respect at all times is tiring... you can also dress more casually~"

"Because long-term mental work is more likely to make people feel physically and mentally exhausted than physical work."

"And this time, we have to last at least two weeks..."

"How to ensure that your physical and mental state does not become imbalanced is your biggest test!"

"So, I won't ask too much of you and increase your physical and mental burden out of thin air."

"I can't afford to pay for it if I tire you out!"

"..." Toby's face turned red and he bit his lip without speaking.

"Hahaha~"

David didn't even observe her reaction. He sat upright and asked Mr. Tianniu.

"Lilith and the others went back directly, right?"

"Yes!"

"Over there in New York, is there any new news this afternoon?"

"Not yet."

"Ok!"

"Then let's try the famous Texas Pork Chops tonight and relax with a drink."

“I heard that almost every family has their own secret sauce for the grilled pork chop here.”

"I hope my mother can make the secret sauce recipe that old Cui En left behind~"

"Hehe~"

The beetle slowed down a bit, glanced at David with a tilted head, and said jokingly: "What if...she failed in the production?"

"Forehead.."

"Will not!"

David hesitated briefly, waved his hand and smiled confidently: "She will never fail!"

"No matter what my mother does, I love to eat it!"

"Hahaha~" Mr. Tianniu looked in the rearview mirror and glanced at Toby who was looking sideways out of the car window. He smiled and nodded without answering.

David found a comfortable position for himself, tilted his head and looked at the sunset slowly setting outside the window, took a deep breath, and fell into deep thought.

----

new York.

night~

Wildfire Bar, 42nd Street, Manhattan.

Feeling a little depressed, Mike Bai sat alone at the bar, raised his beer bottle, and drank it in one breath~

Old Rhett, who had not returned home from get off work at this time, put down the camera he was playing with, walked to the opposite side of Mike Bai and asked.

"You don't have to go out tonight?"

"Uh... no need!"

"Then you just plan to get drunk and then go back?"

Mike Bai glanced at Erica who was busy at the bar, curled his lips and said, "It's good to be drunk."

"Hehe~"

Old Red turned his head and glanced at Erica, seemed to understand something, turned around and left.

The bartender Bruce Willis, who came over to help temporarily recently, finished his work and walked to the opposite side of Mike Bai with some anxiety. He took out a folded check from his pocket and asked in a low voice.

"Can you look at it for me?"

"I think...it's fake!"

"fake?"

Mike Bai stared at him sideways for a few seconds, picked up the check, rubbed it briefly with his fingertips, and said with a smirk.

"Boy, you hit the jackpot!"

"It is indeed fake..."

"Um...how did you judge it?"

"It's very simple~"

"Its feel is much different from a real check, and its weight is slightly heavier than a real check."

"Heavy?"

Bruce Willis picked up the check and waved it a few times, but he couldn't feel the weight difference~

"Clang~clang~"

Mike Bai knocked on the bar twice with his knuckles, spread out his hands to him very confidently and said with a smile: "In the past few years, I handled hundreds of checks almost every day."

"With its feel, weight and various anti-counterfeiting marks, I can tell the difference between real and fake even with my eyes closed."

"Not to mention, the paper material of your check is very rough, and the weight will naturally vary significantly~"

"Oh.."

Bruce Willis felt a little frustrated and said: "This is 120 meters!"

"That bastard lied to me again..."

"Hahaha~"

Mike Bai waved his hand at him, shrugged and said, "What's the use of complaining in front of me?"

"Whoever lied to you, why don't you go find him and get him back?"

"But I don't know that person at all..."

"He only handed me this check and said it would be regarded as a deposit. He would come back to me in a few days."

"Deposit?"

"What does he want you to do?"

"Forehead.."

Bruce Willis smiled awkwardly, rubbed his head and explained: "He said he wanted to hold a birthday party for his friends in our bar, so he found me and paid the deposit."

"..." Mike Bai raised his eyebrows and stared at Willis and asked.

"Did you see him in the bar?"

"No."

"Then you promised him?"

"Yes~"

"He is willing to pay a check of 120 meters as a deposit in advance. Of course I can't refuse."

"Tsk~"

Mike Bai glared at him angrily and tapped the bar with his fingers: "We have never held any birthday parties here, let alone any idiot who would pay a deposit first~"

"If you meet him again, tell the steel-toothed dog Menge directly and throw him out!"

"...Okay!" Bruce Willis nodded sarcastically and tore up the check. .