Manhattan Reborn 1978

Southeast Texas, Houston.

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

After dinner~

David walked into the kitchen with a napkin in his hand and smiled at Elena who was still busy with the post-dinner fruit platter.

"I didn't expect your cooking skills to improve a lot~"

Elena glanced at everyone in the living room very happily and whispered: "I learned this from Cui Yingying when I was in London..."

"Is it the grilled fish and fried steak?"

"Both~ She taught me how to use salt and seasonings to enhance the umami taste of the ingredients."

David "snatched" half an apple from Elena's hand and stuffed it into his mouth. He turned to look at Lilith and Laura who were chatting with the "Group of Seven" in the living room, and asked in a low voice.

"Toby has gone back?"

"Yes~"

The movements in Elena's hands did not stop: "Lilith came back just now and brought me some documents that need to be signed."

"The private jet originally owned by General Electric and the private jet under Zina's name were both placed under the name of the newly established private jet sharing company."

"Brittany Mejia, who followed Cui Yingying to Los Angeles a few days ago, called me."

"She wants me to...discuss with you to arrange a job for Herris Schultz in this new company."

David chewed the apple in his mouth, thought for a while and nodded: "As long as she and her husband Harold have settled, I have no problem with it."

Elena heard David mentioning Harold Stone, the head of the FBI's New York branch, and shook her head slightly with a smile.

"How could he have any objection?"

"Hollis helped him win back the custody of his two children, and took the children home to take good care of him. It was not too late for Harold to be happy!"

"Oh?"

"Has his child been brought back?"

"Ah."

"Really...fast!"

David sighed and shook his head: "A few months passed in the blink of an eye~"

Elena tilted her head and looked at him affectionately. A strong impulse suddenly surged in her heart. She grabbed his hand and retreated to the corner of the kitchen, kissing him passionately.

David opened his eyes a little in surprise, saw Elena kissing him with her eyes closed, smiled and bit the tip of her tongue, and said vaguely.

"Can't you wait?"

"Um.."

"Haha~ Last night you said you wanted to be my pillow for the rest of your life..."

Elena rolled her eyes, spat softly, and said in a very low voice: "Do you still want to continue to test me?"

"No, no!" David pointed his finger on her nose and smiled.

"I have said before that the word test itself has a very subjective color."

"The standard of measurement is also based on people's hearts."

"So between us, I will never use tests to make you feel unhappy or wronged."

"..." Elena put her arms around his neck, her eyes twinkling, and she smiled silly.

David couldn't help but kiss her on the lips and teased: "Polly will bring the children over tomorrow."

"I promise that I will apply to her and won't let you wait any longer..."

"Hahaha~" Elena laughed and whispered sourly.

"coward!"

"..." David smiled helplessly and shrugged, which was regarded as acquiescence.

. . .

While the two of them were hiding in the kitchen and "having an affair," David's "real" fiancée Lilith smiled at his old friend Joss Aaron and asked about his wife's current situation.

"Little Tail" Laura, as a "calm" bystander, looked back and forth at the remaining "six people" with expressionless eyes, inevitably making a few curse words in her heart.

The smiling owner, Professor Bartlet, seemed not surprised by the "strange" behavior of this group of young people.

Because Joss Aaron tried to chase Lilith when he was studying with him. .

The remaining "Group of Six" also have some "fantasies" about Lilith. .

Professor Bartley, as a person who has experienced this, can understand this very well.

Who wouldn't want to marry a wealthy daughter?

Even if Lilith is just an adopted daughter of the Morgan family!

Marrying her is like saving more than ten years of struggle for these young people~

. . .

more than an hour later.

The night is getting darker~

Joss Aaron, the big guy Dipper, the thick-eyed Manfred, the Dutchman Chester, the Italian boy Benito, the unsmiling German Ike, and the outgoing New York boy Zod all said goodbye to their mentor, Professor Bartlet. ,left.

David stood at the door with his mentor, watching the two cars of the "Seven" go away, and laughed in a low voice.

"If they don't leave, Laura may be unable to hold back and explode..."

"Hahaha~"

Professor Bartley laughed, patted David on the shoulder and asked, "What about you?"

"Aren't you jealous?"

David curled his lips and shrugged, turned his head and glanced behind him, and whispered: "Perhaps, you may not believe it."

"It's impossible for me to be jealous..."

"Because everyone has the freedom and will to choose their own partner to live with."

"My heart has changed, and I can't keep it even if I want to."

"Instead of quarreling and fighting, it's better to get together and part ways."

"Hmm~" Professor Bartley nodded feeling somewhat surprised, and couldn't help but think of the relationship between himself and his wife. .

David, looking at the silent mentor, asked: "Tomorrow, I may not come until noon."

"Polly is coming with the children."

"Ok~" Professor Bartlett suddenly looked at David with envy and teased.

"You should consider... write down your successful experience in dealing with multiple girlfriends!?"

"Uh...?" David made a big-eyed expression and said with a wry smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

"Hahahaha~" The two looked at each other and laughed.

----

new York.

Early morning~

Fulton Fish Market, Lower Manhattan.

When the whole city slowly falls silent, it is precisely the busiest and most lively moment of the Fulton Fish Market.

Fishing boats, large and small, slowly docked on the night sea.

The fishmongers, who had been waiting here for a long time, raised their oversized flashlights to look for the fishing boat owner they knew well. .

The porters who were responsible for traveling between the market and the dock, wearing heavy high-waisted cotton boots, stood huddled in a corner to avoid the cold sea breeze on winter nights.

Next to the narrow parking lot in front of the fish market building, a brown-red Cadillac stopped slowly.

The driver, Mike Bai, yawned and said with his chin to Mr. Zhang Maochang and Zhang Wenbiao, the chef of Wildfire Restaurant, who were sitting in the back row.

"You guys go in first and take a look~"

"I'm going to find a place to use the toilet..."

"remember!"

"No matter what you are optimistic about, you don't need to ask the price, just tell them to keep the goods first and don't sell them."

"When I come back, I will take you directly to get the goods."

"ok~"

Brother Biao opened the car door and stood in the cold wind, tightened the scarf around his collar and smiled at Master Zhang Maochang.

"I also came here a few times a few years ago just out of curiosity."

“In recent years, all the seafood in the restaurant has been delivered to your doorstep at fixed times by suppliers who are old acquaintances.”

"Haha~" Zhang Maochang, who has been a chef all his life, looked around with a smile and nodded.

"You lead the way and we can wander around as we please."

"it is good!"

. . .

Inside the main building of the fish market.

Brother Biao led Master Zhang Maochang and followed the busy flow of people into the open and spacious hall on the first floor.

The tables and floors of many merchants in the hall are filled with a variety of fresh and chilled seafood.

Due to the constant flow of people between the two gates of the main building of the fish market, the temperature inside the building is only slightly warmer than outside.

Brother Biao leaned sideways to hold Master's arm, and introduced him while asking him to pay attention to the tiny ice particles in the cold water under his feet.

"The first floor of the fish market is mainly the shops of wholesalers."

"There are cold-water seafood from the waters near Canada, Greenland, and Alaska in the north of the United States, and tropical seafood from the waters near Florida, Mexico, Brazil, and other places in the south."

"Look, those should be sardines, tilapia, and anchovies from the Gulf of Mexico."

"This kind of chilled anchovy bones are less crispy and are very suitable for frying or making into fish paste, fish sauce, etc. It tastes very delicious." (Everyone has seen on TV or videos that the small fish in the sea gather together and roll into balls. , mostly this kind of anchovy.)

"Look over there~"

"That kind of cod is a type of pollock from the waters off Newfoundland, Canada."

“I heard that in order to deal with the serious consequences of overfishing, Canada has banned the fishing of this pollock outside of the fishing season.”

"Hmm~" Mr. Zhang Maochang looked here and there with great interest.

When he sees fish or seafood that he has never seen before, the "narrator" Brother Biao will come forward to communicate with the boss and ask for clarification. .

. . .

In a loft office on the fifth floor of the main building of the fish market.

Mike Bai put his feet on the small table, tilted his head to look at the busy Rosenlo Sidric, and sighed softly.

"If Ludy could be as diligent as you, he would have..."

"Haha~" Mike Bai stopped talking in the middle of his words.

"Wooden Man" Rosenlow did not raise his head and continued to click on the computer at hand. After confirming that the numbers were correct, he recorded them in the ledger.

Mike Bai took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, waited for a while, and said after Rosenlow stopped.

"Last night, someone found the Wildfire Bar."

"He said that he was a family member of a girl who was killed in the Queens girl captivity case and wanted to avenge her."

Rosenlow stopped what he was doing, listened silently to Mike Bai's story, and asked, "What do you say, Menge, the steel-toothed dog?"

Mike Bai grinned and grinned: "He said that man had an unusual smell of blood..."

"There should be lives in hand, more than one!"

"..." Rosenluo nodded silently, thought for a while, stared at Mike Bai and said.

"You will lead Menge to find his friends at the customs later. Let's find out where this person came from first."

"The case of keeping young girls in captivity is too involved. Even if David wants to investigate, he can't be too anxious."

"Ok!"

Mike Bai snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand and found that he had unconsciously "behaved" a little more, and sneered.

"Then for the follow-up to this matter, I will contact Alto...?"

"can."

Rosenlow closed the ledger, put them all in order, stood up and looked down at Mike Bai, and said "smile" with the corner of his mouth pulled up.

"In the past two days, Artaud has been entangled with several female stars who are filming small films~"

"Just go find him and bring me a message."

"Uh...what?"

"Just tell me, if he doesn't want me to report to the family, he'd better restrain himself!"

"...Hahaha~" Mike Bai gave a thumbs up and laughed.

"no problem!"

"Leave all those beautiful celebrities to me!"

"Haha..." Rosenluo tried his best to smile more expressively, picked up the account book and waved his hand.

"It's alright, you go."

"Okay!" Mike Bai rubbed his chin and stood up, patted his butt and walked away coolly.

Rosenluo stood quietly at the table, put down his account book, rubbed the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and sighed in his heart.

Laughing, it doesn’t seem that difficult. .

----

Manhattan.

Early morning~

Wall Street, Stanley [-]th Floor.

Mu Brandes held a folder in his hand and knocked on Sam Rogers' office door.

Sam, who was on the phone, saw him come in, waved his hand to sit down first, chatted for a few words before putting down the phone, and smiled.

"It's Leon."

"Um.."

Mu Brandes put the folder in his hand on the table and asked curiously: "He just went to Chicago and got something?"

"Yes~"

Sam looked down at the documents and smiled: "This Friday, the day after tomorrow..."

"The New York Fed will hold a regular meeting this month to discuss whether to change interest rate policy and whether to continue to raise interest rates."

"Yesterday, Leon Hoffman obtained the trading data of the foreign exchange futures market from the Chicago Exchange with the help of some friends."

"Obviously, someone is already manipulating multiple accounts to open short positions in Japanese yen futures."

"It's just that their operating methods are very hidden and the amount of funds invested is not much, so they haven't attracted widespread attention~"

Mu Brandes smiled, narrowed his eyes, crossed his legs and asked with a smile: "What about us? Do we have to wait a little longer?"

"Yes! Wait a moment..."

Sam stared at the pen in his hand and thought for a while, then said: "You are responsible for keeping an eye on the investment plan for stocks and options."

"In the past few days, I will focus mainly on the commodity futures and foreign exchange futures markets."

"After we have finished building positions, we can wait for the harvest season!"

"Hahaha~ok!"

Mu Brandes pointed to the document with a smile, motioned for Sam to sign quickly, and said.

"Yesterday, our administrative director, Carolina Dahl, asked me for leave and didn't come~"

"Today, Apple is coming to install the latest version of computers in the company..."

"Look... how about I leave this to Maggie?"

"Maggie?"

Sam picked up the pen and signed his "name" and said with a smile: "I see Maggie is always looking like she's out of her mind these days."

"I asked her, but she didn't say anything..."

"You know what's going on?"

Mu Brandes thought of Maggie's strange behavior in recent days, shrugged and said with a smile: "I heard that she might be in love~"

"Uh... Okay!" Sam deliberately curled his lips, shook his head, and smiled.

"Is the boss's most capable female secretary going to be kidnapped?"

"That's right!"

"Hahaha~"

. . .

M. Brandes, gone.

Sam leaned back in his chair and put aside the "gossip" in the company. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone and made a call.

"Hello~"

"Bernard Madoff, are you there?"

"Oh... I'm Sam Rogers."

"If he comes back, please tell him I called..."

"ok~"

"I will be waiting for him in the office today."

"See you!"