Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Near noon.

Manhattan, fourth floor of Gold Coin Hotel.

Mag Ludwig put down the phone in the study, frowned and walked to the living room to sit down. After thinking for a while, he said to everyone.

"Now the situation has become complicated again..."

Marat and Yuri, Mr. Gardener and Brotny Mecia, the four of them looked at each other and thought silently.

Mag looked at Mr. Gardener and asked, "Boss, is it convenient to contact him now?"

"should be no problem."

"Then call him."

"In the current situation, we can no longer make the decision."

"Ok."

Mr. Gardener walked to the phone in the living room, put it on the table in front of everyone, then turned and walked into the study, took out another phone and walked back to the living room.

"What are you...?" Mag asked with some confusion.

Mr. Gardener spread his hands and said with a smile: "I heard that every time the boss has a conference call, he always likes to invite a few more people in to listen."

"If you prepare in advance, you can be prepared for any disaster~"

"Oh.."

Mag motioned to Mr. Gardener and saw him pick up one of the microphones and make a call.

. . .

"Hello~" David's voice came from the phone's speakerphone.

Mag slid directly from the sofa to the floor closer to the phone and spoke into the phone.

"I'm Mag."

"Oh, Mag!"

"Did you call me to ask about something?"

"Yes."

"Yuri, Marat and I went to see Toshiki Wada."

"He said.."

After a few minutes.

Ma Ge recounted what happened after he met Toshiki Wada and the verbal agreement they reached.

David on the other end of the phone seemed a little surprised that it went so smoothly and asked.

"Aside from this, is there anything else?"

"Have!"

Mag took a deep breath and told some of the cooperation details that he had negotiated with Mr. Cherov after contacting him.

After David heard this, he was silent for a moment and then asked again.

"It should...is there more?"

"If these were the only things, I would definitely not be able to trouble you!"

"Haha~" Mager smiled self-deprecatingly at the people next to him and said into the microphone.

"There are indeed more complicated situations that require your consent."

"What is it? Tell me~"

Mag subconsciously glanced at Brotney Mecia, who was sitting quietly next to him, and asked instead of saying anything first.

"Is it easy for you to speak now?"

"convenient."

"I'm in my tutor's study."

"how?"

"Isn't it convenient for you to talk over there?"

"Who's with you?"

Mager did not hesitate and directly named the people present.

David, on the other side of the phone, also did not hesitate and said directly: "Mexia is one of our own."

"If you encounter anything difficult to solve, you can always ask her for help in the future."

"Oh well!"

Mag tilted his head and saw Brotney Mecia smiling, and he also smiled and nodded.

"Old Mr. Cherov said that he wants to buy a batch of gold from you!"

"Similarly, Toshiki Wada also proposed the idea of ​​buying the gold in your hands, but I temporarily rejected it on the excuse that I needed your personal nod."

"Gold?" David on the other end of the phone was silent.

Mag reached out to Mr. Gardener and asked for some data that everyone had seen just now, and said.

"According to the information we can find, before 1960, the gold reserves of the central banks of the island countries were always controlled by the United States through various means."

"After 1960, the central bank of the island country began to have its own gold reserve system to stabilize the rapidly developing domestic economy and ensure the increase in currency issuance."

"From 60 to 67, the central bank of the island country always maintained a gold reserve of about 20 billion."

"From 67 to 70, the rice dollar experienced a sharp depreciation, and there was a run on the gold market. The gold reserves of the island country's central bank also increased from about 20 billion meters to about 50 billion meters."

"In 71, President Nixon announced that the rice dollar would be decoupled from gold, and central banks of various countries began to rush to buy gold. The price of gold doubled several times, and the gold reserves of the central banks of island countries also tripled, reaching about 155 billion meters."

"And this number was maintained from 71 to the end of 76."

"In 77, the central bank of the island country once again purchased gold on a large scale as reserves, with the total scale reaching about 260 billion yuan."

"In 78, this number soared to about 380 billion yuan!"

Mag put down the information in his hand, paused for a few seconds, and continued.

"When the central bank of the island country was established from the beginning, it followed the Bank of England system. The capital was set at 1 million yuan and it operated in the form of a joint-stock company jointly owned by the government and private parties."

"Therefore, in its ownership structure, the government holds 55% of the shares and private parties hold 45%. The central bank's profits, in addition to distributing dividends and provident funds, must be turned over to the national treasury."

"Private shareholders enjoy a 5% annual dividend, but have no right to participate in the bank's operations."

"The business content of the island country's central bank includes loans guaranteed by public bonds, precious metal trading and deposit business, and bill discount business, etc."

“However, stock holdings and loan operations secured by real estate stocks are prohibited.”

“In addition, there are businesses such as acting as an agent for the treasury and issuing convertible bank notes.”

When Mag said this, he turned to look at Mr. Gardener.

The gardener leaned forward, leaned close to the phone and whispered: "The private shareholders of the island country's central bank include large consortiums such as Mitsui, Mitsubishi, Yasuda, and Sumitomo."

“In 1963, stocks issued by the island nation’s central bank were listed on the JASDAQ stock exchange.”

“But it is different from ordinary stocks in that shareholders or companies that purchase the stocks of the island country’s central bank do not have the power and resolution to participate in the shareholders’ meeting.”

"Key management within the island nation's central bank, including the president, deputy president and financial policy council."

"Almost all the people who serve as members of this council all year round are members of Yasuda, Mitsui, Sumitomo and other consortiums."

"The international gold price has stabilized in the past two years, and the central banks of island countries have begun to buy gold spot goods in large quantities from all over the world. These private shareholders and board members have played a big role."

After listening to this, David on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and said: "The central banks of island countries have begun to buy gold in large quantities in recent years, which is closely related to the rapid appreciation of the yen forced by the U.S. government to control the trade deficit."

"The appreciation of the yen → enhanced purchasing power → buying gold as a reserve in the banking system → buying a very solid insurance for further economic development."

"And we buy gold just for speculation!"

"When gold prices rise to a suitable range, we will take profits and exit."

"but!"

"The time and quantity of this sale are not entirely under my control."

"Because I reached a verbal agreement with Uncle Julie before purchasing this batch of gold."

"Mag, you will take Yuri and Marat to meet Toshiki Wada later."

"Tell him not to talk about buying gold anymore."

"If he wants to continue working with us, he should stop talking about these conditions."

"Even if we lose the opportunity to make money from this cooperation, it will not be a big loss for us middlemen."

"The people who will lose the most will be the Yasuda family and Davis Leahy."

"Oh, right!"

"Don't forget to inform Davis Leahy about this."

"Don't let him have a grudge against us and affect our subsequent cooperation."

"When he returns to California for vacation in a few days, I will find an opportunity to chat with him in person."

"Okay!" Mag responded next to the phone.

David was on the phone again and asked Marat: "Have you contacted Nakhodka Commercial Port recently?"

"got engaged."

"How is Mr. Popov?"

Marat pursed his lips and glanced at Mag, and whispered: "He is under house arrest."

"Um...is it serious?"

"I don't know yet, we didn't talk much on the phone..."

"understood."

"Gardener, are you there?"

"exist!"

"Is there any way you can get Mr. Popov to sneak out?"

The gardener blinked in surprise, thought for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head and said, "This requires cooperation from many aspects and a rigorous plan to allow him to escape from the hands of Xiong Daguo's agents."

"What about adding more money? Can that be done?"

"Add..." The gardener looked at Marat, who looked hopeful, with a bit of laughter, licked his lips and shrugged.

"I need to find professionals in this field to understand the situation before I can give you an accurate answer."

"ok~"

"Gardener, as long as Mr. Popov and his family can be reunited with Marat safely, all the income from our business in the island country can be spent!"

Marat quickly said: "Boss, this..."

"That's it!" David didn't let Marat finish speaking on the phone, and directly called out the other person's name.

"Mecia!"

"I'm here~" Brotney Mejia responded to the phone with a smile.

"Why didn't you send me any news after you returned to New York?"

Mexia was silent for a few seconds and did not answer.

David couldn't see his expression on the other end of the phone and said without asking any more questions.

"Today, Elena is going back."

"You go to the airport to pick her up."

"Ok."

"Mag!"

"I'm here."

"I remember you mentioned that you have a friend who is a Texas congressman. His name is..."

"His name is Charlie Wilson, Representative from the Second District of Texas."

"Second District? Does his district include Houston?"

"It seems that it is not included..."

"Then how popular is he in the parliament?"

"He's always been very popular."

Mag asked curiously: "You suddenly mentioned him, is it because...?"

"Oh~"

"It was Lawrence and the others from DA Security Company who proposed to me to establish a branch base here in Texas."

"So I want to understand the situation through your friends before making a decision."

"ok~I understand."

Mag smiled and said: "Charlie, I'm very busy recently."

"Leave it to me to communicate with him and Lawrence."

"Okay~ I feel more relieved if I leave it to you."

"As for... Mr. Cherov, please don't worry about it for now. I'll go talk to him."

"So everyone, how about this for today?"

"Are you okay?"

"..." Several people here looked at me and I looked at you, and they all shook their heads slightly.

Only Yuri Orlov frowned, leaned to the phone and said: "Boss, after we come back from the island country this time, what are you going to do with Kihara Nobunari...?"

"He~ isn't he next to you?"

"No."

"Tsk..."

"You ask him to arrange personal matters first, buy a plane ticket and come to me."

"I'll talk to him face to face."

"Okay." Yuri took a deep breath and nodded to several people, indicating that he was fine.

The gardener smiled and walked to the phone, picked up the phone and turned off the speakerphone, and asked: "Boss, I have two more things."

"A friend of yours sent a postcard to the hotel."

"It says: Thank you for your advice and help, we will see you again!"

"In addition,...Mr. Ezra Cremo came to me on his own initiative."

"He wanted to..."

When the gardener picked up the phone, Marat pulled young Yuri towards the door.

When the two stood at the elevator door, Marat took out a cigarette from his pocket and said to Yuri.

"They can treat us as one of their own and talk about things without hesitation."

"But we need to be clear about our positioning and avoid anything we don't need to know and shouldn't hear!"

"Yeah..." Yuri nodded, feeling like he had learned something new.

Marat, however, was not in any relaxed mood. He walked into the elevator with a frown and almost cut off the cigarette between his fingertips. .

in the room on the other side.

The gardener hung up the phone and smiled at Brotney Mecia: "As long as you can ensure that you can control these former CIA agents and don't let them get into trouble, the boss supports your proposal."

Ma Ge, who was sitting next to him, continued with a smile: "Congressman Charlie Wilson, whom I just mentioned, has participated in many committees in Congress."

"One of the committees is responsible for reviewing the CIA's funding report submitted to Congress."

"If he's willing to help, you might be able to find more reliable helpers."

"Okay, thank you!" Mecia stood up politely, thanked Mag, waved to the gardener, and left.

Mag watched her figure walk out of the room, pondered for a few seconds, and joked.

"It seems that we have new friends joining us again?!"

"Haha~"

The gardener sat diagonally across from Mage very relaxedly, spread his hands and said, "The more new friends we have, the easier our work will be~ Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Haha..." Mag shook his head and smiled, but did not answer.

The gardener casually picked up the information on the table and whispered: "There is also data on Saudi Arabia's gold reserves. Have you read it?"

"Look~"

Mag suddenly recalled something he mentioned when chatting with Sam Rogers, and frowned and asked.

"You mean...instead of selling this gold to the islanders, why not sell it to the Saudi prince Difar?"

"I didn't say anything!" the gardener said with a smile and waved his hand.

"The boss just said that he can't decide who to sell to and how much to sell to, let alone us."

Mag fell back on the sofa and looked at the ceiling with a self-deprecating smile: "Yeah!"

"It's useless to think about things that we shouldn't think about."

"..." Mr. Gardener put away all the information on the table and walked to the study door and asked.

"Otis Parker left some information about your friend Charlie Wilson in the safe."

"Do you want to see?"

"Ok??"

"What is he going to do?"

"Check me?!" Mag turned around and held on to the back of the sofa, staring at the gardener and asking angrily.

"Haha~ You should ask him, I don't know anything."

"If you hadn't mentioned this person just now, I would have almost forgotten about it."

Mag gritted his teeth and sat back down, sending a few "warm greetings" to Mr. Parker who was far away in Europe. .

----

Southeast Texas, Houston.

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

After David sat in the study and put down the phone, he glanced at Toby Olga who quietly peeked in from the door, and asked with a smile.

"Why are you so sneaky?"

"Um...that..." Toby, the "cook" wearing an apron, pointed behind him and muttered with some embarrassment.

"I kind of... screwed up lunch..."

"What?" David's eyes widened in surprise, and he walked up to her feeling funny and asked.

"You mean... we don't have lunch?"

"No~"

Toby tilted his head to the side, twisted his hands together behind his back, and whispered with wandering eyes.

"Eat, you can still eat it."

"It just tastes...a little weird..."

"Hahaha~" David smiled, patted Toby on the shoulder and joked.

"It tastes weird?"

"Are you a witch?"

"You specially made the witch soup in the kitchen to turn me into a frog?"

"..." Toby held back his laughter, looked at the wall next to him, and said nothing.

David also suppressed his laughter as he walked towards the kitchen and said confidently: "Go and help me see if the beetle is here."

"Leave lunch to me."

"Uh... Okay!" Toby looked at David's retreating back, scratched his head in surprise, and asked.

"Can you cook?"

"Of course~"

"If you don't know how to cook, how can you find a girlfriend..." David, who had already reached the kitchen door, suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Toby and asked.

"What's the date today?"

Toby didn't respond. He thought for a moment and replied: "Today is the [-]th, February [-]th."

"Yes! It's the ninth again..." David lowered his head and muttered a few words to himself, waved to Toby, walked to the phone in the living room, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello~"

"Old Rhett?"

"It's me, David!"

"Hahaha~ That's right."

"How are you? How are you doing?"

"Um.."

"Where's Andy? Is he still busy these days? Has he come to see you?"

"Wow~ Really!"

"As expected, you are getting along with that guy...?"

"Congratulations!"

"Hahaha~"

"No, no~"

"You hear how genuine my laughter is, how could I be making fun of you?"

"All right.."

"Ah~ yes!"

"I'm looking for Black Mike, is he here?"

"Oh...it doesn't matter. Please help me bring him a message."

"Today is Ruby's birthday. Please help me buy a birthday gift + birthday cake for Ruby."

"Then write me a birthday card with a few words on it~"

"A person's life is neither as good as imagined nor as bad as imagined."

"Love is trying to turn the dream world into reality."

"I'm already on my way!"

"Please don't stop chasing your dreams!"

"Oh...oh...did I speak too fast?"

"Okay, I'll say it again."

"A person's life.."

Just as David was sending his "birthday message" to the phone, Toby took off his apron and walked to the door. Looking back at him, a very ridiculous feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.

Ex-girlfriend’s birthday. .Say this?

Emm. .

Perhaps, this is his "special trick" that allows him to deal with many women without "overturning" so far, right?