Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Early morning~

Manhattan, in a single-family apartment on 53rd Street.

Michelle Pfeiffer, who had just arrived in New York with CAA agent Roland Perkins a few days ago, dragged herself exhausted out of the bathroom on the second floor, wiped her hair with a towel, and walked to the bedroom. Next to the phone, the phone recording was turned on.

"duo~"

"Hi! Michelle, I'm Roland."

"Sorry! Last night, while you were filming, I had to rush back to Los Angeles to deal with some work matters."

"However, I have already arranged your follow-up work and life."

"You also know that the apartment you live in now belongs to Xina Osevia..."

"She helped you get a small role from director Martin Scorsese on the set of the movie "Taxi Driver" yesterday."

"About 8:[-], someone will pick you up for an interview with the crew~"

"But before you go to the set today, you must first go to Citibank to open a private account, then call me this number with your bank account number and leave me a message."

"The income you earn from the commercials you shoot these days and the income you earn from participating in subsequent movies will be deposited into your new account at Citibank."

"In addition, there are still some detailed clauses in your new agency contract that need to be modified."

"After I finish it with my colleagues in a few days, I will ask someone from the company's New York branch to come to you with the new contract to sign."

"So, Zina may contact you today or tomorrow to help you find a lawyer and sign the contract with you."

"Ok~ That's probably it."

"See you next week!"

"Good luck!"

. . .

Michelle held the towel in both hands and sat by the phone to listen to the recording. Suddenly, an unreal feeling of weightlessness came over her heart, causing her to gradually fall softly on the bed.

"Ding dong~ ding dong!"

I do not know how long it has been.

The sound of the doorbell woke Michelle Pfeiffer from a light sleep.

She sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, casually took a coat and put it on her body, wandered downstairs, and opened the door.

Outside.

The second brother of the three brothers, Lavis, flicked the cigarette butt from his hand, looked at Michelle Pfeiffer's beautiful face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and smiled at Black Mike beside him.

"Whoa~ha!"

"She looks so much like Giovanni's wife Jin Ji!"

"Hehe~"

The tall Black Mike took a serious look at Michelle who was in a "confused" state, shrugged and joked with a smile.

"Have you never thought about taking her with you and appearing in front of Giovanni and Jin Ji?"

"You two brothers + they two sisters..."

"That scene must be interesting!"

"what?!"

Ravis rubbed his chin with his hand and looked at Michelle, feeling very amused and nodding.

"Why didn't I think of that?"

"Hey~ you say... if we both put on simple makeup and go back and call ourselves Giovanni and Jin Ji~"

"Can they find out?"

Black Mike tilted his head and glanced at his second brother Lavis, whose brain circuit was more "exquisite", and sneered.

"We can make a bet and try it!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Lavis smirked and took a few steps forward, pushing Michelle to the edge of the stairs: "Why are you still standing there?"

"Go upstairs and change quickly, we're going to be late soon!"

"...?!"

Michelle slowly recovered at this time, glanced at Black Mike who walked to the living room and sat down, and asked calmly.

"You are..?"

"My name is Lavis and he's Black Mike."

"We have to go to the bank first and then rush to the set."

"Now, do you have any questions?"

Lavis crossed his arms over his chest and looked up and down at Michelle's skinny figure hidden under the large coat.

Michelle blinked, took a deep breath, turned around and trotted upstairs, saying.

"I'll be ready in a minute, 10 minutes!"

"..."

Lavis silently watched Michelle's back as she hurried upstairs, walked up to Black Mike, made a few gestures with his hands on his chest and lower back, and joked.

"She is too thin. If she wants to pretend to be Jin Ji and go back to the bar, they will definitely see it at a glance."

Black Mike curled his lips, rolled his eyes and replied: "Jin Ji has gained a lot of weight because of giving birth. Of course she can't be as plump as Jin Ji..."

"But it's winter now!"

"Wear her a large coat of the same style as Jin Ji's, and let her imitate Jin Ji's way of speaking. It will almost look like the real thing~"

"Um.."

Lavis turned and sat on the sofa and began to seriously think about the feasibility of this plan. .

----

Manhattan.

Wall Street, Stanley [-]th Floor.

Bernard Madoff put several investment agreements that he had rushed out this morning in front of Sam Rogers and said.

"This is a sample investment contract and confidentiality agreement for Harold Stone and Ezra Claymore."

"This is the sample agreement my friend Mikhail is preparing to invest in."

"The last one is a sample agreement for another group of my friends to invest after I join Pioneer Company."

"..." Sam glanced at the investment agreements that Madoff had sorted out, crossed his fingers and rested his elbows on the desk, frowning and saying.

"I'm here in a hurry to find you, and that's not why I'm here!"

"Oh?"

Madoff was a little surprised, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "What is that?"

Seeing him slowly relaxing, Sam suddenly felt something in his heart. He pointed at the several agreements in front of him and asked, "You just said, your friend..."

"who are they?"

Madoff replied without any hesitation: "They are neighbors I met in Palm Beach, Florida."

"Florida..?"

"Yes!"

"About 100 kilometers north of Miami, Florida, there is a resort called Palm Beach."

"I bought a villa there a few years ago, and every late spring and early summer, I would drive my yacht and take my family there to live there for about a month."

A smile appeared on Sam's lips: "I heard that Florida is visited by many hurricanes every summer, right?"

"Yes~"

"So every time I go there for vacation, I have to leave before hurricane season starts in mid-June or late June so that I don't get blown away."

"Hahaha~" The two of them slowly relaxed in laughter as they cooperated with each other.

Sam picked up several agreements in front of him and said while looking at their contents.

"Do you remember that Saudi prince Difar?"

"Diffal?"

(Difar bin Abdul Aziz, who appears in Chapter 358, is the grandson of King Khalid of Saudi Arabia. He came to New York with the Saudi business group and never returned.)

"Of course I remember him."

Madoff immediately understood Sam's purpose in sending him here this morning and asked, "He contacted me a few days ago, and also contacted you?"

"Well~ yesterday when I was about to get off work, he called and said that he wanted to talk about the cooperation in investing in spot gold that you mentioned to him before."

Madoff recalled his several meetings with Prince Difar bin Abdulaziz, shook his head and chuckled.

"Now that the international gold price is continuing to rise, he wants to buy a batch of spot gold regardless of cost and transport it back to Saudi Arabia."

"Who would agree to this condition?"

Sam pointed to the confidentiality agreement specially prepared by Madoff and continued with a smile: "Maybe he trusts the confidentiality agreement more!"

"Hehe~"

Madoff glanced at the confidentiality agreement that he revised overnight, and continued with a teasing smile: "Diffal, it is obvious that he is eyeing the batch of gold that the boss has in the bank."

"But he doesn't know enough about the current domestic gold market and the sensitivity of gold trading..."

"How could he easily transport dozens of tons of gold back to Saudi Arabia from the United States?"

"..."

Sam put down the confidentiality agreement in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Then please tell him on my behalf ~ We welcome cooperation and investment at any time."

"If he still wants to put forward additional conditions, we don't have the ability to meet him."

"Ok!"

----

Texas.

Northwest of Houston, eastern suburbs of the small city of Hempstead.

In the morning light~

Three trucks drove from Austin, the capital of Texas in the west, slowly turned onto a country road, and finally stopped in the front yard of the holiday farm where David lived with his family.

David, who had just walked into the restaurant and was about to have breakfast, heard the roar of a truck from the front yard.

He glanced curiously at his father, David Sr., who was sitting at the dining table, and asked, "Is this...?"

Old David put down the tableware in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and walked quickly outside as he said.

"It should be Old Cui En who sent us horses."

"horse?"

David scratched his head with his hand and asked Sierra's mother who was "passing by": "What horse?"

Sierra's mother put down the two plates of breakfast prepared for her son, wiped her hands and explained helplessly: "Your father has always wanted to try the life of a cowboy..."

"So, when he heard Old Cui En say that his family had dozens of horses, he couldn't help but mention it to others..."

"I didn't expect Old Cui En to actually deliver their horse in person..."

"Cowboy dream?"

David put his arm around Sierra's mother's shoulders, twitched the corner of his mouth a few times, and said with a wry smile: "Don't talk about Dad, I also had a cowboy dream when I was watching TV and movies when I was a child."

"But, daddy's legs...can I ride a horse?"

"Old Cui En said that if your father's legs don't hinder walking, then riding will be fine~"

"Oh.."

David rolled his eyes and teased his mother in a low voice: "What about you?"

"Don't you want to sit behind dad and gallop through the endless desert or grassland?"

"Behind?"

"I can also learn to ride a horse! Why do I have to sit behind him?"

"Uh... That makes sense! I support you!"

"Hahaha~" Sierra's mother tapped her son's forehead with her hand, laughed a few times and then asked in a worried voice.

"Since Old Cui En came back this time, he has treated us even more... than before."

"It's okay, Mom, I know what to do!" David kissed his mother hard, shook his head and smiled.

"Everything he can give us can be seen and touched... and has a price!"

"What I can give him and his family is priceless!"

"..." Sera's mother nodded with some vague understanding and patted her son's arm.

"Don't you go out and take a look?"

"No need for now, let's eat first."

David pulled his mother into the kitchen and saw Chasida, the maid who had just got off the plane last night, standing by the stove frying eggs. He winked at his mother and walked over to ask.

"Hi~Chasida!"

"Did you have fun on the island?"

Chasida, who was wearing long trousers and a beige apron, turned down some stove flames and turned to look at David with tenderness and joy in her eyes.

David saw her return a silent "answer" with her eyes, and walked up to her in surprise and asked.

"I didn't have time to ask you last night..."

"Are all the tattoos on your body finished?"

"almost."

"Bad...how much?"

Chasida blinked a few times and turned to face David: "Can you take a look at it for me?"

"Um..." David turned his head and glanced at Sierra's mother, who had her ears pricked up. After thinking for a while, he pulled Chasida out of the kitchen and into a guest room on the other side of the living room, closing the door behind him.

Chasida took off her apron without any hesitation, took off all her clothes, slowly turned around twice, and showed the tattoos on her body to David. .

David silently watched Chasida's movements and the brightly colored tattoos on her body. He didn't have any disturbance in his heart. Instead, he looked at it carefully for a while in great amazement, then frowned and asked.

"What kind of flowers are these?"

Chasida pointed to the position of her collarbone, which just covered the pattern of a string of cigarette scars: "It is lily of the valley, also known as women's tears."

She pointed to the pattern covering her upper abdomen and right chest: "This is Mandala, some people also call it Mandala or Mannaluo."

She pointed to the patterns on her lower abdomen, groin, and connecting her inner thighs: "This is the parrot flower of Thailand."

She bent down and pointed to her thighs, calves and ankles: "These are wild roses and Italian orchids."

She turned around and showed her back to David: "The master from Byodoin said that he had a disciple living in New York..."

"So, he simply sketched out the lines of the pattern, and then painted and..."

"hiss!!"

David looked at the various scars on Chasida's back and a large group of simple and dense thin line patterns. He couldn't help but stepped forward with a breath of air-conditioning, touched them with his fingertips, and asked.

"Does this... hurt?"

Chasida raised her head, clenched her fists with both hands, and whispered: "I'm used to it."

"..." David looked at the pattern of lines crisscrossing the scars on her back, breathed out slowly, bent down to pick up the clothes she had taken off and put them on her.

"Let's go have breakfast first."

"Yeah... I'll go right away!" Chasida nodded slightly, turned around and looked into David's eyes, showing a heartfelt smile.

David saw her smile, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked into her eyes: "There may always be some past memories that remind you all the time..."

"But a new day is also a new beginning!"

"promise me!"

"Don't let yourself get lost in the past~"

"...!" Chasida couldn't help but tremble a few times, and nodded with a brighter smile.

. . .

After coming out of the guest room.

David stood at the living room window and slowly narrowed his eyes as he looked at his father David Sr., who was helping to unload the truck in the yard outside, and Sr. Cui En, who was acting as a temporary conductor on the other side of the truck.

----

the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Island country, Tokyo.

night~

Ginza.

Mag Ludwig and his old friend Jeffrey Rand (Jerry) walked out of a street shop smelling of alcohol.

Jerry stood on the street, lit a cigarette for himself, looked at the people coming and going, and asked with a smile.

"Isn't this place more prosperous than New York?"

"Um.."

Mag tightened his collar and said with a breath of alcohol, "You bastard must be familiar with this place, right?"

"Of course~"

Jerry leaned on the lamppost next to him quite contentedly: "I don't need to be busy working all day like you."

"What are you keeping the money for?"

"Isn't it just for flowers?"

"Hehe~"

Mag glanced at his old friend with a pretentious face, turned to look at the building across the street, and asked: "Do you know what your current position can bring you?"

"I know~ So what?"

Jerry took a long puff of cigarette, tilted his head and looked at Mag and said with a smile: "When I first came to take office, almost every day someone sent me various invitations or made a special trip to visit me."

"But now?"

"Hehe~"

"Peaceful days are all earned through hard work~"

"Why should I change? Go back to the life that I'm so fed up with?"

Mag put his hands in his pockets, walked up to Jerry, looked at him calmly and asked, "There are always some things that you can't avoid!"

"..." Jerry looked away and looked at the car slowly stopping across the street without saying a word.

Mag followed his gaze and frowned in surprise: "Huh~ Did you find it so soon?"

"You know that person?"

"Well... his name is Toshiki Wada, and he is from the Yasuda family."

Jerry flicked the cigarette butt in his hand away, narrowed his eyes and looked across the street at Toshiki Wada who came out of the car, and whispered.

"Now that he's here, are you leaving soon?"

"also?"

Mag turned his head back, as if he had never seen anyone before, and smiled: "You've revealed your secret, bastard!"

"Uh...hahahaha~"

Jerry scratched behind his ears with his fingers and shrugged slightly awkwardly: "Who gave you the nickname... Pitbull?"

"Your dog's nose is still so sharp!"

Mag sneered, took his finger out of his pocket and pointed eastward: "That bastard is still in prison. Do you want to go see him?"

"what?"

"Who?"

"No comment!"

"...Tch!" Jerry raised two middle fingers to his old friend, expressing his disdain and dissatisfaction.