Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Evening~

Manhattan, Stanley fourth floor.

Sam Rogers had just put down the phone call home in his office when a slightly unfamiliar voice came from the door.

"Hey~Sam?!"

"You haven't gotten off work yet~ That's great."

Giles Norton Morgan and Pine walked over to sit opposite Sam with a smile.

Sam quickly stood up and poured coffee for the two of them while explaining.

"I asked Leon Hoffman, who was in risk management, to go to Chicago."

"He just sent me the latest market data after the Chicago Stock Exchange closed."

"So, I want to finish reading it before going home from get off work...it won't be too late!"

"Oh?"

"Haha~ Such a coincidence?" Giles glanced at Pine beside him in surprise and smiled.

"We came here this time to tell you that my brother Panaris's hedge fund is going to enter the Chicago foreign exchange futures market."

"..." Sam shouted "yes" in his heart, but nodded calmly on his face.

Seeing that he was able to control his expression, Pine unexpectedly smiled and said, "We are all family members, so we came here to tell you."

"David and the money you raise and invest in the hedge fund will also be used to buy foreign exchange futures this time."

"Oh.."

After hearing Pine's reminder, Sam remembered that he had also borrowed some money from his family and invested it in a hedge fund.

There is also the tens of millions of dollars that Cohen of Da Company "robbed" from Miami with his people, and they were also invested in hedge funds. .

Pine pointed at several documents in Sam's hand: "You sent Leon Hoffman to Chicago, and you definitely want to invest in foreign exchange futures."

"Panaris's trip to Chicago this time is also to make a mid- to long-term layout in the foreign exchange futures market."

Sam immediately understood what Pine meant and asked: "We want to short yen futures, does Panaris do the same?"

"Ah."

"This...could it be that the report the boss wrote to the New York Fed had an effect?"

Pine smiled and shrugged, turning to look at Giles.

Giles shook his head with a smile and said: "When the yen appreciated a few years ago, a group of people made a lot of money in the futures market."

"But the foreign exchange futures market has been very dull in the past year, with almost no external policy information to stimulate large-scale speculation."

"So with the recent rise in oil prices and the New York Fed preparing to hold a regular meeting to continue raising interest rates, and the news that is good for the appreciation of the dollar has gone viral, these speculators who are ready to take action have seen opportunities again."

"The Japanese yen contract in the foreign exchange futures market, after consolidating within a narrow range for more than half a year, still failed to break through the important mark of 1:175 meters and continued to appreciate."

“If it doesn’t rise, someone will naturally put it on the list of key short sellers~”

Pine waited until Giles finished speaking and then continued with a smile: "The report David gave was just in time~"

"Recently, a new round of quarrels began within the New York Fed over raising interest rates."

“Raising interest rates will undoubtedly continue to reduce the risk of dollar depreciation, and will also continue to expand the domestic trade deficit~”

"On the government side, President Warren White's economic advisory board is as divided as the New York Fed."

“Some people believe that if interest rates continue to be raised, they will not be able to effectively control inflation and will instead increase the fiscal deficit, which will be very detrimental to President White’s re-election campaign!”

"Some people also believe that if strong interest rate hikes are not used to curb inflation, even if the government's financial statements look good, it will not be able to increase public satisfaction and support."

"Because the people's working income cannot keep up with the rate of rising prices, they will only become more and more dissatisfied with the president."

Pine deliberately raised his eyebrows at Sam and smiled with satisfaction when he saw that he could completely follow his thoughts.

"Just like David said in that report~"

"Our country has started a wave of overseas transfer of basic industries more than ten years ago, and Asian countries such as island countries are undoubtedly the best choice for building factories."

“The steel, daily necessities, household appliances, chemical products and electronic components produced by island countries now far exceed our domestic products in terms of production cost and product quality.”

"Therefore, even if the government has successively introduced many restrictions and price restrictions on imported goods from island countries in recent years and forced a substantial appreciation of the yen, it will not be able to solve the problem of high cost and average quality of domestic goods."

Giles suddenly said at this moment: "The government wants to control the exchange rate to curb the trade deficit with the island countries, but it has obviously failed."

"Forex futures contracts, as a new investment product in the financial market, have inherent price fluctuation patterns that are very similar to stocks."

"The government has long used high-pressure policies to control the depreciation rate of the yen futures contract, and the effect will only get worse."

Sam nodded in agreement, watched the two of them think quickly for a few seconds, and said, "The boss also told me about his plan to establish a position in the foreign exchange futures market."

"But I have never found a suitable opportunity to enter..."

Pine stood up with a smile and patted Giles on the shoulder: "Look~"

"Now, are you not worried?"

"Hmm..." Giles took a deep breath and stood up, waving his hand to Sam.

"When you are about to enter, remember to tell Pine."

"He and I are going to attend an elder's birthday party tonight."

"Another day, we invite you and your family to have dinner together and have a good chat."

"ok~"

. . .

Sent off Giles and Pine.

Sam did not return to his seat and sit down. Instead, he "circled" back and forth in the office excitedly, trying hard to suppress the feeling that he was about to "explode."

He had talked about this matter with Mu Brandes before, and he had not yet felt that it was the best time to invest a large amount of money to establish a position. .

But now it's different!

----

Manhattan.

42nd Street, Wildfire Restaurant.

In the back kitchen, chef Zhang Wenbiao (Brother Biao) stood upright beside the stove, introducing the fierce diesel stove imported from West Germany to Master Zhang Maochang.

Mr. Zhang Maochang, who had never used such a powerful stove, sighed after studying it very seriously.

"Good stuff!"

"The cost of using it is also very high, right?"

Brother Biao forced out a helpless smile: "Oil prices have risen rapidly recently, and the cost of using it has also increased a lot."

"However, the business of our restaurant is very good. Even if the profit becomes smaller, I have no intention of changing the prices of the dishes."

"Ah."

Zhang Maochang skillfully picked up a wok, weighed it in his hands, turned to his son Zhang Jiaan and said.

"Watch it~ I'll only do it once!"

"Oh..." Zhang Jia'an, who was not very interested in learning cooking, acted like a "good boy" and watched his father enter the state as if he had "changed" into a different person. .

Zhang Maochang wiped his hands with the wet towel handed over by his apprentice Biao Ge, put a few chilled shrimps into the basin, and said.

"This kind of zebra mantis shrimp is also produced in Thailand."

"But we rarely see such a big one in the seafood market in Xiangjiang..."

Zhang Maochang mentioned a mantis shrimp with a length of more than 30 centimeters and said to Brother Biao: "According to the habits of the people in Hong Kong, there are generally three ways to make it~"

"Steam it with sauce, fry it in oil with fresh vegetable ingredients, remove the shell and sashimi the meat or make a sauce and marinate it raw."

"But today, these shrimps have been transported and preserved in the freezer, so their freshness has lost a bit, and the taste when made into sashimi or pickled raw will also be a little worse."

“Taking into account the dining habits of today’s guests, they are very different from those of us Xiangjiang people~”

"So, I want to make oil explosion!"

"Wen Biao, pay attention to my skills in controlling the heat..."

"Before you put it into the oil pan, you must first determine the oil temperature."

"After putting it in the pot, you should observe its color, listen to its sound, and smell its taste."

"When the oil temperature drops rapidly, you can take it out first, wait until the oil temperature is high, and then re-fry it for the second and third times."

"This operation can not only make a big difference in the temperature of the shrimp shell and shrimp meat, but also facilitate our shelling later."

"It can also maintain the original freshness of the shrimp meat to a certain extent, and allow the aroma of the fried shrimp shells to penetrate deeply into the shrimp meat."

"Well..." Brother Biao, who has been a chef for many years, feels like he has returned to the time when he learned cooking from his master.

He stared closely at the movements of his master's hands, keeping in mind the experience accumulated by his master over the years.

After a few minutes.

Zhang Maochang adjusted the sauce on the ingredient table, put it back into the pot and stir-fried it a few times, and said.

"The most taboo thing about seafood is that the seasoning takes away the umami."

"The taste of those lobster sauces you made is just right for us Xiangjiang people."

"But for Americans, the seasoning is still too strong..."

"Come~"

"Try it!"

Brother Biao took the freshly baked sauce from Master's hand, tapped it with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, nodding slowly.

"You added a little ketchup and honey?"

"Um.."

Zhang Maochang waved to his son, gesturing for him to handle the fried mantis shrimp, and said.

"The sauce needs to be adjusted at any time according to the taste of the guests to achieve the most perfect state."

“Sour, sweet, salty, fresh and fragrant, all are indispensable!”

"You look at the shrimp shell and the shrimp meat inside."

“If guests prefer to eat it without the sauce, the umami flavor locked in the meat will be fully realized.”

"If guests like to eat it with sauce, the umami flavor in the meat paired with the sauce will give them a richer texture and flavor, and it will be more impressive!"

Brother Biao nodded and said that he had learned something again: "So, this fried mantis shrimp is one shrimp and two!?"

"Haha~" Zhang Maochang patted his apprentice on the shoulder, nodded with satisfaction, and walked to the side to wash his hands.

Zhang Jia'an held the scissors in his hand and muttered while carefully handling the spiky shell of the mantis shrimp.

"This thing actually costs hundreds of dollars each?"

"Hahaha~"

Brother Biao, who also found a pair of gloves for himself, raised the scissors and smiled at his junior brother.

"The price of this thing in the place of production is only a few meters."

"But it came by plane!"

"Of course the air ticket cost must also be taken into account."

"..." Zhang Jia'an rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Brother Biao glanced at the master who was slowly walking out of the kitchen, and whispered to his junior brother.

"You don't think it's expensive, but New Yorkers like to eat these things that look very expensive."

"In my restaurant, no matter what the purchase price is, we always double or triple the price and write it on the menu, and business is still booming~"

"Huh? Double it?"

"Hmmmm~"

Brother Biao raised his eyebrows proudly, handled the shrimp shells very skillfully with his hands, took some ingredients on the plate from the side, and said with a smile.

"The young foreigner you just saw, his name is Alto Sidric."

“If it weren’t for him, we would never have had the opportunity to see seafood of this quality.”

"So wait a moment, keep an eye on me, talk to him more, and have a good relationship~"

"It's only good for you, no harm!"

"Oh..." Zhang Jia'an took off his gloves and looked down at the mantis shrimps that were slowly put on the plate by his senior brother. Some thoughts that he had never had before arose in his heart.

Americans? !

It seems pretty good~

. . .

In a separate private room on the second floor of the restaurant.

Cui Yingying pulled Brotney Mecia beside her and smiled at Alto and Mike Bai.

"We have made an appointment to go to Presbyterian Hospital tomorrow afternoon."

"Do you want to continue the examination? Or go straight to surgery?" Aalto asked awkwardly, fiddling with the chopsticks in his hand.

Cui Yingying tilted her head and thought for a while, then said uncertainly: "The professor we met today said that almost all preoperative examinations have been done."

Mike Bai has visited Brother Biao's restaurant many times recently. He is very good at using chopsticks and asked with a smile.

"Then you're not going to tell David?"

"No~"

"The surgery is just a minor operation, and the risk is almost zero~"

"He was busy writing a book in Texas, and I didn't want to distract him."

"busy.."

"Hehe~"

Mike Bai resisted the urge to "big mouth", lowered his head and put down his chopsticks and launched an "attack" on a big lobster.

Alto saw his "rude" behavior, looked at the chopsticks he was not used to, and simply grabbed a lobster and laughed.

"Let White Mike and Black Mike go with you tomorrow."

"David and Polly are not in New York. If you need anything, you can come to me!"

"..OK!"

Cui Yingying picked up the chopsticks, turned to the "silent" Mecia, and smiled: "Zina said she would accompany me to the hospital tomorrow."

"If you have something to do, just ask them to accompany me."

"ok~"

Mexia glanced at the two people who were "eating fiercely", winked at Cui Yingying, and asked in a low voice.

"I went to buy you some things that you will use in the hospital today. They are all here."

"You follow me later to take them back."

"Um...what did you buy?"

"Hehe~"

"You're going to have an incision on your belly, so you can't get out of bed right after the operation, right?"

"They all help you solve physiological problems in bed..."

Cui Yingying's eyes widened, her face turned red and she smiled awkwardly: "...Thank you!"

"No need~"

Mecia shook her head slightly and smiled: "I also contacted a nurse to take care of your daily life while you were in the hospital."

"However, I think you should tell David about this."

"He only knows that you are going back to New York for further examinations, but he doesn't know that you are going to have surgery!"

"Even if the risk of this kind of surgery is small, it still has risks."

"Hmm..." Cui Yingying bit her lip and looked down at the plate in front of her before responding.

Mecia, who had been very happy with her during this period, resisted the idea of ​​continuing to talk and sighed in her heart.

For many women~

Only when you have your own children will you feel that your life is complete.

No. .It will give rise to an obsession that cannot be solved in their hearts!

----

It's approaching midnight~

In southern Brooklyn, in front of an old apartment building near Brighton Beach.

Marat Poyezhnev took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He looked back at the still-lit window on the fourth floor behind him and smiled.

He gently weighed a bunch of brand new car keys in his pocket, found a latest brown Ford sedan across the street, and strode over.

The fourth floor of the apartment.

The leader of the Brighton Beach Bear Nation immigration gang, Yevsi Borisovich Agron, stood quietly by the window until he saw the car driven by Marat disappear into the distance, then turned back Go to the living room and pour yourself a glass of wine.

Marat, who once served as a strategist in a gang, chose to leave the gang completely this time. .

He was right again!