Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

night~

In the southernmost tip of Manhattan, in an apartment building near the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

Bernard Madoff handed a glass of wine to his old friend Mikhail Friedliman, walked over to sit next to him, and said.

"Judging from the closing conditions of the New York Mercantile Exchange and the Chicago Mercantile Exchange today, it is obvious that someone is spending large sums of money to secretly build long sugar positions."

"And they also want to make a big fuss about frozen concentrated orange juice futures."

"The damage in the main orange-producing areas of Brazil is said to be serious."

"Continuous rainy weather will not only reduce orange production, but also cause the orange trees to lack sufficient sunshine, resulting in a significant reduction in the sugar content of the fruits~"

Mikhail took a sip of his drink, nodded and continued: "That's why someone quickly spread the news that the main sugar cane-producing areas of Brazil were seriously affected, so that more people would pay attention to the price trend of sugar futures?"

"Hmm..." Madoff said with a somewhat wandering look, holding the wine glass in both hands.

"The biggest short seller in the sugar futures market is the American Sugar Company, which was jointly established by major giants in the industry."

"In order to maintain the market share of white sugar, it continues to control the price of white sugar in the futures market to suppress the market share of all sugar substitute products."

“However, this round of major bullish sugar news coming from the main producing areas of Brazilian sugar cane and oranges, it seems that the trend of sugar futures prices cannot be completely determined yet~”

"Because the futures market is a gambling game where money is king!"

“Whoever can invest more money in a short period of time will be able to gain more supporters in the market, control the price trend, and achieve their goals!”

"If you want to buy long sugar futures contracts in large amounts, it's best to see the future direction clearly before entering the market."

"...Hmm!" Mikhail nodded thoughtfully, thought for a while, and asked again.

"You once said... where's the high fructose syrup?"

"Can it have an impact on the sugar market price?"

"It's not clear yet."

Madoff shrugged and explained: "According to the market research report given by Bob Rockefeller, fructose syrup, as a sugar additive for frozen concentrated juice, is far more cost-effective than white sugar, aspartame, saccharin, etc." Sugar substitute products..."

"Fructose is sweeter and tastes better in low temperature environments."

"However, the current domestic technology for producing fructose syrup is in a period of continuous innovation. The output and costs are not easy to control, and it is difficult for the final market price to be highly competitive."

Mikhail understood the unsaid subtext of his old friend and smiled: "If... someone can integrate and upgrade the fructose syrup industry, will it have a strong impact on the sugar market?"

"Um.."

There was something in Madoff's smile that his old friend couldn't understand: "The main raw materials for producing white sugar are sugar cane and beet, and the main raw material for producing fructose syrup is corn starch."

"So as long as the production technology and output of fructose syrup can be improved and the production cost can be significantly reduced, the sugar market will usher in another drastic change!"

"..." Mikhail put the wine glass next to him, thought silently for a while, and asked.

"Now, Bob's side is still in the research stage of the market and industry chain. Can we... invest in advance?"

"in advance?"

Madoff shook his head simply and said, "Someone is already eyeing this cake!"

"I am telling you these situations not to let you take risks..."

"No, no!"

"You misunderstood. I want to invest in Bob so that he can complete the acquisition and integration of domestic high-fructose syrup companies faster."

"..." Madoff looked at his old friend calmly and said with a cold look.

"I'm not mistaken."

"Because, I know you too well!"

"Hehe~"

Mikhail smiled without being surprised: "Since you took the initiative to let me see this business opportunity, you must have a complete plan, right?"

"..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Mikhail smiled more confidently and said, "Actually, for me, it doesn't matter what I invest in."

“The important thing is that you can make money and make more new friends!”

Madoff was silent for a longer time this time. After a few minutes, he said: "Pioneer!"

"Understood~"

Mikhail immediately answered: "I will invest 500 million in sugar futures."

"It's up to you how to operate it."

"I only care about the final profit."

"As for the plan to invest in fructose syrup, we can discuss it based on the situation."

"What do you say, what do I do!"

Mikhail carefully observed the change in his old friend's expression, and suddenly shook his head with emotion.

"You've been mixing life and work together lately, you've been too nervous..."

"I'm going to a friend's party tomorrow night. You should go and have fun too."

"...No!"

Madoff picked up the wine glass next to him, raised his neck and drank it: "I promised my son that I would accompany them tomorrow."

"Okay, I'm going back first."

"You should also go to bed early." Mikhail also drank the wine in his glass, stood up, took his belongings and left.

After Madoff sent him away, he poured himself a glass of wine and sat by the phone, picked up the phone and made a call.

"Hello~ I'm Bernard Madoff."

"Good evening, Mr. Gardener."

"Sorry to bother you so late."

"I just met with Mikhail and said..."

----

Manhattan.

Gramercy Hotel, in a luxury suite on the 16th floor.

Griselda Blanco, wearing an emerald green nightgown, explained to Field, her New York agent.

"Pablo Escobar and his cousin Gustavo want to get the channels of various regional distributors from me, and then eliminate the Mexican gang, the largest middleman in Miami, so they can Monopoly on all profits from production to distribution!”

Blanco raised his left hand to Field, looked at his still somewhat confused expression, and explained.

"Pablo, the biggest drug lord in Medellin, Colombia, buys raw cocaine from farmers who grow coca leaves in the forests of Peru or Bolivia at a price of about 12 meters per kilogram."

"He transported these preliminary raw materials back to an underground factory near Medellin for preparation. The cost of making high-purity cocaine finished products is about 40 yuan."

"The price he paid for transporting these high-purity cocaine out of Colombia was about 220 yuan per kilogram."

"By the time this cargo is shipped to Miami, its price will be about 1 yuan per kilogram."

"The purchase price from distributors in various regions in the United States is about 1 meters."

Blanco put down his left hand and asked with a smile when he saw the astonishment on Field's face.

"how?"

"Didn't you know these details before?"

"I don't completely know..." Field slowly regained his astonishment and sighed.

"I only know that no matter who they get the goods from, they will dilute the high-purity cocaine to maximize their own interests."

"Haha~ That's right!"

Blanco put his feet on the small table in front of him, exposing his smooth thighs, and smiled.

“When I receive goods from Pablo’s agent Lion, I dilute them before selling them to distributors.”

"So, the low-purity cocaine sold on the streets of New York, converted into high-purity finished products, costs about 4 to 5 yuan per kilogram."

“If Pablo gets the information about regional distributors from me and re-establishes a complete wholesale sales channel in Miami, he can sell goods worth 40 meters per kilogram for 1 meters. "

"This is more than 300 times the profit!!"

"And when those distributors know that they can get higher purity goods at the same price as before, they will definitely cooperate with them more actively."

"This is a win-win cooperation, and they are both big winners."

"Only as a former middleman, I can only get an information fee to buy out regional distributors..."

Field observed Blanco silently for a while, feeling that she was still a little unwilling, and said with relief.

"They tried their best to transport the goods from Colombia to Miami. They must make more money."

"For example, the Cali Group recently supplied goods to New York. Their wholesale price to New York distributors was as high as 1 meters per kilogram."

"Oh?"

Blanco asked with great interest: "Do you know how they were transported here?"

Field shrugged and said with a smile: "It's not the same old thing..."

"They first transported the goods from Colombia to secret airports in Honduras or Guatemala, then loaded them into larger planes and flew directly to the waters near New York, where they were airdropped into the sea."

"Then, the Cali Group's agent in New York uses fishing boats to transport these goods back from the sea and sell them to distributors."

Blanco raised his eyebrows, nodded, and asked, "Where did you know this?"

"Have you recently met with their agent in New York, Pacio Herrera?"

"No~"

Field shook his head and explained: "Junior Soprano and I know these."

"Jersey City, that Junior from the Soprano family?"

"Yes, it's him."

"Oh..." Blanco crossed his arms in front of his chest, frowned and thought for a moment, then asked.

"Have you recently gone to da company to discuss import and export trade?"

"No."

"Why?"

Field showed a helpless smile: "Because Polly Sidrich is not in New York."

"The cooperation I discussed with her before can only come into effect if she signs the contract."

"She..." Blanco said only one word, then changed the topic and asked.

"Have you finished the company I asked you to register in Bermuda?"

"Yes!"

"Where are the legal persons of these companies? Who are they?"

Field smiled with a slightly weird expression: "They are Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, Panamanians and Nicaraguans..."

"But among these companies, which we often have financial dealings with, I specially found a Brazilian Portuguese to be the legal person of the company."

"He is 76 years old this year, so I guarantee there will be no problem."

"Um.."

Blanco deliberately fiddled with his nightgown with his hands, looked at Field, and smiled.

"Tomorrow you go find the lion for me and tell him... I can tell him the distributor's information for free."

"But I have one condition."

"From now on, they can't mention my name or my past to anyone!"

"..." Field was stunned for a few seconds and nodded to express his understanding.

Blanco retracted his legs and glanced at the door: "I'm going to rest. Do you have anything else to do?"

"No more~" Field

----

Southeast of Houston, Texas.

night~

Houston International Airport.

A flight from New York landed on the runway in the dark.

After 10 minutes, the passengers exit.

One-eyed Andres, who has been David's driver recently, stood in a particularly conspicuous position, waving to the three people who followed the crowd and smiled.

"Hey ~ we're here!"

In the crowd, Lawrence, Cohen, and Jackal, the heads of the security company, saw the one-eyed Andres waving and Old Cui En standing quietly beside him, and walked over quickly.

. . .

West of downtown Houston.

19 Piney Avenue, Piney Point Village, Memorial District.

David, who had been busy for another whole day, was sitting on the carpet in the living room, with his back on the sofa and his shoulder on Lilith, having a daily "quarrel" with "Little Tail" Laura. .

"Not convinced, are you?"

"Hehe~"

"It's my turn to speak, please listen!"

David deliberately winked at Ada Pushk, who was "hiding" behind the sofa, and then curled his lips and coughed twice at Livlin, who was leaning half of her body on Leslie.

"Last summer, it was probably an evening in July~"

"I was taking a rest in the bar while debugging the multi-channel UHF cable multimedia receiver."

"At this time, a beautiful female student from New York University walked up to the bar and asked me for a cocktail."

"But when I put down the multi-channel UHF cable multimedia receiver controller, I happened to see her playing with a general super-sub single-chip clock output device. I felt it was very novel, so I started chatting with her."

"She told me that this general super-sub-type handheld single-chip clock output device, although its function is very simple, can only automatically determine the current year and date, and display it accurately."

"But it is paired with a bright silver metal shell + a square crystal screen, making its overall appearance look very trendy and sci-fi!"

David looked at Laura, who was already confused, with a smile, and stretched out his right hand to make a gesture of invitation: "Come on, please translate for everyone, what did I just say?"

"Um..." Laura, who was sitting diagonally across from David, made a big-eyed expression, tilted her head to look at Leslie, Livlin and Lilith, scratched her head and asked.

"What nonsense did he say? Why can't I understand half of it?"

"Hahaha~" Leslie crossed her legs, laughed without any image and shook her head.

"Don't look at me, I can't understand what he said."

"...Hahaha~" Livlin seemed to have a long reflex arc, she just reacted and laughed.

"I don't know either...what the hell is it?"

"..." Laura looked at Lilith with the last glimmer of hope, thinking that maybe she could know. .

But Lilith also covered her mouth and shook her head, put her arms around David's head, and smiled.

"Stop teasing her and announce the answer quickly!"

"Tsk~"

David bared his teeth and smacked his lips at Laura, raised his hand to deliberately pull Lilith's neck, kissed her, and said with a smile.

"She is already here, but she is still like a child under ten years old, spoiled by you!"

Lilith felt that she was innocently "taking the blame", so she glanced at Laura, who looked unhappy, and asked with a pouted mouth.

"Are you going to say it or not!?"

"ok~ok!"

David kicked the "infuriated" Laura with his toes to prepare her for punishment, and smiled.

"Listen carefully~"

"Multi-channel UHF cable multimedia receiver + controller, which is the TV and remote control."

"Generally, a super-sub-handheld single-chip clock output device is an electronic watch CASIOTRON produced by the Japanese brand CASIO."

“In addition to the function of displaying time on a crystal screen, it also has a perpetual calendar function that can automatically determine the current year and date.”

“Its dual-button battery design only needs to be replaced two or three times a year, which greatly improves our daily practicality.”

"But its shortcomings are also very prominent, for example: it is very susceptible to the impact of a collision and is directly broken..."

"The female college student I met accidentally damaged its internal integrated circuit while playing with her friends."

"I want to repair it, but there is no place to repair it. I want to replace it but I can't bear to do it."

"That's why she was very confused about whether to continue wearing an electronic watch that couldn't show the time."

David looked at Laura who was gritting her teeth and about to "explode", raised his "stinky feet" and laughed.

"Hey~ We made a bet in advance!"

"You're not so uncontractual, are you?"

"I'm willing to admit defeat, do you understand?"

"..."

Laura gritted her teeth, pressed her hands hard on the carpet, and used her own trick of "hungry tiger pounces on sheep" to attack David, who was already on guard. .

"Haha! Is the cheater going to cheat again?"

"Hehe~ You've already used this trick before!"

"For me, repeated moves don't work!"

"Watch the moves~"

"Ouch? You can actually resist being tickled?"

"..."

Livlin, who was half-leaning next to Leslie just now, saw David and Laura starting the "World War" again, and immediately "jumped" from the sofa and grabbed Lily who was about to "persuade the fight" Silk, eating melon and watching the show with a smile.

in the kitchen.

Elena Mesa and Toby Olga, each holding a large plate of cut fruit in their hands, stood not far away and watched David slowly gain the upper hand, smiling with different expressions~

At the stairway.

Professor Bartley, who had rested for a while upstairs and was about to go downstairs to talk to David, quietly walked up behind Leslie, folded his arms on his chest, and watched little Laura being pushed to the ground by David, "incompetent and furious" He kicked his feet wildly and laughed silently.

. . .

ten minutes later.

Laura held David's "stinky feet" and performed a very perfunctory foot massage while her eyes wandered thinking about how to "fight back"!

Professor Bartlet walked to where Lilith was and sat down, casually took a piece of apple and put it in his mouth, and asked David.

"Have you forgotten some of your responsibilities?"

David shook his head and glanced at "Foot Pressing Girl" Laura, blinked and asked.

"You mean...?"

Professor Bartlet chewed the apple in his mouth, wiped his beard with his hand, and said with a smile: "The New York Fed will hold its monthly meeting soon."

"As an observer, you must give a research report before their regular meeting every month!"

"you forgot?"

David scratched his head with his hand and replied with a confused face: "Is there still such a request?"

Professor Bartlet curled his lips and shrugged.

Leslie felt that she couldn't stand it anymore and continued:

"Every month the New York Fed will pay you a fixed salary into your personal bank account, but you act like a non-staff member and don't know your responsibilities?"

"Salary? Do they really pay me?"

"nonsense!"

"Didn't you check it yourself?"

David smiled awkwardly and said: "I never know how much money is in my bank account..."

"Tutor, what are the specific requirements for this kind of research report?"

"I have never read it, let alone written it. I don't know what to do..."

Professor Bartley sat back on the sofa very relaxedly, spread his hands and said with a smile: "Of the many novel ideas you mentioned in the book, just pick out two and write them down, plus some that look very reliable. The real data will be ok~”

"..that's all?"

"if not?"

"Do you think that after you write a research report that is hundreds of pages long, they will invite you to attend a regular meeting on interest rates?"

"Uh..." David was speechless when he heard that his instructor could actually "complain".

"Foot pressing girl" Laura suddenly rolled her eyes a few times, moved the "stinky feet" in her arms, and put forward her own suggestion.

"Hey~ why don't you organize and rewrite what you just said to us into a report?"

"Um?!"

"What did I say?" David asked, feeling very strange.

Seeing that the "time" was ripe, Laura tried her best to put on a "friendly" smile and explained.

"You just said that you missed the opportunity to buy short-term Treasury bonds before the last time the Federal Reserve raised interest rates."

"stop!"

David put away some of his playful attitude, looked at Laura seriously for a few seconds, then turned to the instructor and asked.

"Otis Parker went to First American Company to get data, but he hasn't come back yet..."

"I can't even write about the profound impact that the Federal Reserve's interest rate hikes have had on the development of the domestic real estate industry in recent years."

"So, this time I will write about the impact and effect that interest rate hikes may have on the foreign exchange market."

"What do you think?"

"Interest rate hikes and foreign exchange..." Professor Bartley nodded slowly.

"This topic is a bit too broad. You should make the central content more specific."

"Forehead.."

David quickly rubbed his fingers a few times, thought about it quickly, and said: "Yen!"

"The central content is: After the Federal Reserve Bank of America raises interest rates, the changes in the exchange rate between the rice dollar and the yen will have a variety of impacts."

"Hmm~"

Professor Bartley nodded with satisfaction and gave David some guidance: "You need to emphasize the huge impact of interest rate hikes on the foreign exchange futures market and the trade deficit."

"Okay!" David smiled very confidently.

"These are exactly what I want to write into the book in the last big chapter."

"Taking them out in advance can be considered a test of the water."

"Hmm~" Professor Bartlet asked as his eyes scanned the people around him and finally landed on Lilith.

"Julie, I need to bring someone over tomorrow."

"Do you know who it is?"

Lilith looked blank and shook her head: "He didn't even tell me that he would come tomorrow..."

"Haha~ Forget it."

Professor Bartley skipped the topic without asking or explaining too much, and relaxedly chatted with this group of young people about topics they were more interested in.

. . .

Time flies by quickly.

It's approaching midnight~

A passenger plane from Honolulu, Hawaii, landed on the runway.

One-eyed Andres, who had already settled the three members of the security company, stood at the passenger exit and looked for the crowd.

After a few minutes.

David's maid Chasida walked out with the crowd of tourists, holding two large suitcases in each hand.

One-eyed Andres saw her, smiled and shouted: "Hey ~ I'm here!"

“Welcome to Houston!”

"Hahaha~"