Manhattan Reborn 1978

Texas.

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

David stood at the door of the kitchen and found Chasida, the "transparent person" who had been standing silently in the corner of the restaurant. He whispered a few words in her ear and turned back to the kitchen.

After a few minutes.

Leslie Rockefeller walked into the kitchen and saw David and Bill sitting at the small table next to the stove, smiling.

"Are you preparing... to add a few more dishes to the dinner?"

"Hahaha~" David waved to Chasida who was following Leslie and smiled.

"We're going to make you a dish, and it's called fried Leslie with cream cheese sauce!"

"..." Leslie rolled her eyes wildly and raised her middle finger.

David walked up to him with a smile, put his arm around his shoulders and explained.

"Look, Bill flew here overnight from Europe this time, not just to celebrate my dad's birthday..."

"Kanes, we're in trouble!"

"Oh?"

"What trouble can he have?"

"Tsk..."

David stopped joking and said with a serious expression: "He touched someone else's cake."

"..." Leslie tilted her head and looked at the "serious face" David to make sure that he was not joking. After thinking about it, she asked.

"How can I help?"

"Bingo!" David stretched out his right hand to Bill and urged with narrowed eyes.

"I won! Give me the money quickly~"

"..." Bill looked at the "dumbfounded" Leslie and silently took out a 5 pound note from his pocket.

David quickly "snatched" it and stuffed it into Leslie's hand, raising his eyebrows: "This is our trophy."

"Uh...are you kidding me again?"

"asshole!"

"Hahaha~" David hugged Leslie tightly and said with a smile.

"No, no, no!"

"This time, I'm serious..."

"Canes is indeed in big trouble!"

Leslie glanced at David sideways for a few seconds, nodded and said nothing, waiting for his explanation.

David took a long breath, paused for a moment and said.

“You’ve probably never heard of someone eating sweet grapes and drinking dry red wine at the same time.”

"Kanesi, that's the one... an idiot that I don't even know how to evaluate!"

"He found several banks in Europe through various relationships and asked the banks to issue deadline repayment notices for the loans of several crude oil brokers due to the high risk of crude oil spot trading."

"Then he went to find those crude oil middlemen and purchased all the crude oil spot in their hands at the wholesale market price."

"In just three weeks, Kanes used 2 million yuan in cash + repeated mortgage loans to buy crude oil spot worth 6.4 million yuan~"

"...!" Leslie slowly opened her eyes, looked at the silent Bill, and asked with a frown.

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"I...hehe~"

Bill spread his hands and said helplessly: "If he could listen to me, he wouldn't have a quarrel with the family..."

"..." Leslie was speechless.

David let go of his shoulders, walked over to the stove, leaned against it and said.

"I plan to mortgage the gold spot deposited in the bank for a loan of 2 million yuan."

"Contact Uncle Wisler G. Morgan in London again and ask him to help make a short-term mortgage loan for the crude oil spot in Carnes's hands."

"This will allow him to completely recycle the funds in his hand, and he won't have to worry about..."

Leslie thought for a few seconds, frowned and replied, "You want to take a mortgage at our Chase Bank?"

"Correct!"

"I need to contact Grandpa David about this before you can reply."

"ok~"

David waved to the maid Chasida who was standing outside the kitchen: "Take him to my bedroom~"

. . .

Leslie, gone.

Bill picked up a piece of Italian cheese cake from the plate at hand, looked at David who was looking down in thought, shook his head and chuckled.

"Kanes is not an easy person to get along with."

"He seems to have changed a bit after meeting you."

"But his gambling habit has never diminished. Recently, it has increased a lot..."

"Betting on sex?"

David scratched his chin with his hand and said with a smile: "Do you still remember the rugby rules I just mentioned?"

"The biggest difference between it and English football is that it can play more players in the game, the division of labor within the team is clearer, and it focuses more on using physical confrontation to win!"

"Similarly~"

"In the London financial market and major financial markets in various European countries, everyone is more accustomed to using strategies and techniques when investing, and likes to use limited or small amounts of funds to leverage the market... to earn profits~"

"When investing in the financial market here in the United States, everyone pays more attention to the ratio of chips in hand to investment income."

"In other words, as long as I have enough chips in my hand, I am not afraid of any robbers or thieves... come and steal my cake!"

"It's like...the offense and the defense on a football team."

"No matter how bad my offensive team's performance is, as long as my defensive team is strong enough, I can press my opponent to the ground and rub... rub!"

"Let them see what the longest yard is!"

David felt that his last two sentences seemed to go too far, so he smiled and shrugged at Bill.

"If Leslie brings us good news later, I plan to discuss with Carnes and release some crude oil spot to Uncle Wisler."

"What do you say?"

"Okay!" Bill took a long breath, relaxed completely, picked up the plate again and looked at David and asked curiously.

"You had expected that Carnes would act recklessly?"

"how is this possible!"

David laughed and shook his head: "I am not God, and I cannot penetrate people's hearts."

"Then why do you trust Carnes so much?"

"In addition to the 2 million yuan you took out before and the 2 million yuan this time..."

"Oh ~ you want to ask this!"

David poured himself a glass of wine and smiled: "Because, we are friends!"

"I trust him as much as I trust my teammates."

"Is that why he asked me to come to you when he was in trouble?"

"Yeah!" David shrugged proudly and asked.

"What do you think of me as a teammate?"

"..." Bill was stunned for two seconds and said nothing.

David knew in his heart that the "nonsense" excuse he gave was not convincing at all, so he simply stopped explaining it.

. . .

ten minutes later.

Leslie is back.

He looked at David and Bill sitting in the kitchen in a daze and smiled.

"Tomorrow you ask Sam Rogers to go to Chase Bank to complete the procedures."

"In three days at the latest, 2 million yuan will be deposited into your designated bank account."

"Thank you!" David said calmly.

Leslie curled her lips deliberately and said jokingly: "Your thank you must be the most expensive thing in the world, right?"

"Hahaha~"

David, Bill and Leslie all laughed.

----

new York.

It's approaching midnight~

Manhattan, at the intersection of Sixth Avenue and 9th Street.

A police patrol car traveling from south to north stopped in front of the traffic light.

The two policemen in the car were chatting and laughing casually, seemingly blind to the ongoing drug trade on the street. .

The traffic light lights up green~

The police officer driving the police car turned on the left turn signal and quickly disappeared from the intersection.

The few "vendors" standing under the street lights continued to wave their "small cocaine products" to the vehicles passing by on the street as if no one was watching~

The night is getting darker.

At the intersection after midnight, there were almost no pedestrians, only a few cars passing by occasionally.

The vendors, who had been busy for most of the night, sat leisurely in their cars, smoking and tapping today's "harvest."

"Squeak~!" The rapid sound of the emergency brake surprised several vendors.

In the car parked diagonally in front of them, a man staggered out from the passenger seat, waving banknotes in his hand and shouting on the empty and silent street.

"Hey~ give me something strong!"

"..." Several vendors in the car looked at each other, and a young man sitting in the back row reluctantly opened the door and shouted to the approaching drunk.

"After midnight, we have to add 20 yuan!"

"ok~"

“As long as the goods are good, money is not an issue!”

"Give the money first!"

"..."

"Okay, okay~"

"I'll give you the money, but where's the goods?"

"goods.."

Just when the two were about to complete the transaction, a black car followed the route of the police car and passed them quietly.

"Ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta-ta~"

The passengers in the black car seemed to be coming specifically for the vendors.

An Uzi submachine gun and two pistols stuck out of the car window and poured dozens of bullets at them. After killing all the people in the car and beside the car, they stepped on the gas and disappeared at the far corner.

1 minutes, 2 minutes.

After about 5 minutes.

The female driver of the car who tricked the drunkard into buying "goods" appeared in a panic from under the driver's seat.

On her heavily made-up face, when she saw the "river of blood" scene not far behind the car, she couldn't help showing a look of horror and screamed loudly. .

"Ah~"

. . .

Another ten minutes passed.

A police patrol car slowly stopped at the intersection more than ten meters away from the crime scene. Two policemen raised their pistols and shouted at the female driver who was already slumped on the street.

"Hey ~ Did you call the police? Madam!"

"..."

"fxxx!"

One of the older police officers quickly walked around to the side of the crime scene and saw the blood on the ground, and couldn't help but curse.

"These goddamn bastards!"

"He actually came out to commit murder in the middle of the night..."

"Keep an eye on that woman!"

"I'm going to call headquarters. She may be the only witness at the scene..."

"Okay!" The young police officer looked around to make sure there would be no more danger, then walked to the female driver and asked.

"Ma'am, you can't sit here..."

"Come back to the police car with me, I guess you won't be able to sleep tonight~"

The police car on the other side.

The older police officer used the walkie-talkie to briefly report the situation at the crime scene to his colleagues on duty at the branch.

Before he could continue to call for reinforcements, there was suddenly another crisp sound of gunfire a few streets away from his location.

"Da da da da~ da da da!"

"shxx..."

The elderly police officer immediately lay down on the passenger seat and kept shouting into the intercom for reinforcements. .

The young police officer who had just helped the female driver to the police car heard the gunshots in the distance and hurriedly "threw" the female driver into the car. He also hid behind the car door in a panic and passed through the car window. Quietly observing the direction from which the gunfire came.

. . .

At the same time~

Manhattan.

At the intersection of Fourth Avenue and East 11th Street.

Two cars were lying across the street, and the two groups hiding behind them raised their pistols and fired wildly at the opposite side. .

"Bang, bang~bang bang bang bang!"

"fxxx!"

"I was hit..."

"To shut up!"

"..."

"Who are they? Why are they attacking us?"

"..Shut up!!"

"Where's your gun?"

"Fight back! Fight back quickly..."

"I...my finger was knocked off..."

"..boarding!"

"Let's get out of this damn place quickly!"

"Okay, okay~"

The person who was having a "passionate" shootout on the street saw that the bastard on the other side wanted to get into the car and drive away. He immediately chased him out from behind the car in excitement and pulled the trigger crazily~

"Squeak!!" The car, which was used as a moving target, swayed left and right in an attempt to avoid the bullets fired from behind, but failed to notice the street fire hydrant in front of it and slammed into it.

"fxxx!"

"fxxx! fxxx!"

Before the driver could start spewing obscenities again, a young man in a gray coat caught up from behind. He raised his pistol and cleared all the bullets in just two seconds.

. . .

It was a very quiet night.

The New York Police Department's Manhattan 11th Precinct, No. 14 Precinct, No. 20 Precinct and No. [-] Second Precinct all received calls from patrol officers and citizens.

For a time, almost all the police forces available from all branches in Midtown and Lower Manhattan drove cars to the crime scenes in their respective jurisdictions~

New York Police Department Chief Matthews Denipero, who had just taken office for two months, got up from his bed while swearing under his breath, and hurried to the No. 14 Precinct, which was closest to his residence.

----

the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Island country, Tokyo.

Jeffrey Rand, the deputy envoy of the U.S. Embassy in Tokyo, sat in his office and looked at Toshiki Wada across from him and chuckled.

"Are you here... to apologize?"

"Yes!"

"Haha~ Mag and his colleagues have already left, and you came here to find me?"

"Did you find the wrong person?"

Toshiki Wada, who had sat down for less than 2 minutes, stood up again and bowed to Jeffrey Rand.

"I've realized how stupid I was!"

"So please forgive me for the trouble I caused for your friend~"

"trouble.."

Jeffrey sat back in his chair, crossed his legs, and smiled casually.

"You are also considering the family's business and interests. How can this be called trouble?"

"I see you are not stupid at all~"

"On the contrary, you are causing trouble to everyone just because you are too smart!"

"..." Toshiki Wada's face turned slightly red, he straightened up and looked at Jeffrey, wanting to continue explaining.

But Jeffrey didn’t want to listen to his nonsense at all, so he waved his hand and said.

"You tell me this... it's useless!"

"Go find Mag, he's waiting for you in New York!"

"Oh, right."

"You just said... The Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office sent people to Toyama City to investigate the crude oil transaction?"

"Yes!"

"Then how did you solve it?"

"It's... not resolved yet."

"Ah oh~"

Jeffrey held back his laughter, turned to look out the window, thought for a while and said.

"I have a few acquaintances in cid (U.S. Army Criminal Investigation Division) who should be able to help solve this matter."

"But they can't help you without any reason."

"...I understand!" Toshiki Wada bowed deeply and replied with a smile on his lips.

"I will definitely take care of this matter."

"Thank you, Mr. Rand."

"Okay~"

"This is the first time we've met, and it may also be the last time."

"BYE~"

"..." Toshiki Wada carried his briefcase and slowly exited the office.

Jeffrey Rand felt that this matter was interesting and "reflected" on it for a while, then picked up the phone and made a call.

"Hello Mag?"

"Yes, it's me."

"That Toshiki Wada really came to find me..."

"Hahaha~"

"I know."

"Don't forget to help me make an appointment with Cher for dinner!"

"Ok!"

"I definitely won't..."

"Hahaha~ Okay, I will listen to you..."

Put down the phone.

Jeffrey Rand walked around the office in a very "beautiful" mood, muttering to himself. .

"Cher!"

"Hahaha~"

"I am coming!!!"