Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Afternoon~

In lower Manhattan, in a tavern next to the Fulton Fish Market.

Fal Pocchivino, a regular agent from the Auxiliary Police Office, and Pamela Landy, a beautiful agent from CIA's New York branch, sat quietly in the corner of the bar, silently observing the situation in the bar.

ten minutes later.

A young man, wearing only a leather jacket and a short-sleeved vest in the middle of winter, walked briskly into the bar, nodded to the familiar bartender, and ordered himself a glass of the most "energizing" drink.

Farr tilted his head and saw the young man, extending his right hand to Pamela Randy, laughing.

"Bring it!"

"..." Pamela wordlessly put her hand into the inner pocket of her coat, took out a small envelope, and asked in a low voice.

"Is there no other way?"

"Tsk~" Farr gritted his teeth and smiled when he saw the "painful" expression on Pamela's face.

"look!"

"Have I not said this many times?"

"They, who know more about the clues of the case, can save us a month, or even a few months, from investigating with just a few phone calls!"

"You don't want to go to Sidrich's people for help, and I can't investigate the case within the police station in a big way, just based on the clues we have..."

"Stop!" Pamela turned to look at the wall and rolled her eyes.

"Go quickly, I don't want to hear it!"

"Haha..." Farr smiled and shrugged, rolled up a wad of banknotes in the envelope and held it in his hand, stood up and walked towards the "handsome" young man.

Pamela watched Farr quietly talking to that person, but her mind went to an unknown place~

When Far came back cheerfully, she "came back to her senses" and asked.

"Did you find any useful clues?"

"Yeah!" Farr sat back in his seat, leaned forward, and whispered.

"I know the nightclub he mentioned."

"Tonight, let's go over and take a look!"

"Okay~" Pamela took out some change and put it under the cup, and walked out of the bar.

Far followed her, walked to the car on the street, sat in the cab, tilted his head and looked at Pamela, thought for a while and said.

"I've been meaning to ask you."

"The case of Chasida has already been closed within the police station."

"Why did you pay for the investigation out of your own pocket?"

"Where's your boss? Didn't he pay you?"

"..." Pamela turned to look out the window and said nothing.

Farr blinked, started the car, and shook his head.

"Although, I once couldn't figure it out~"

"But we are now helping David investigate the case, right?"

"Hmm..." Pamela seemed a little sensitive to this name and responded casually.

Farr felt even more confused and asked: "Even if David is not in New York currently, you can still go to the Wildfire Bar, Da Company, and the art store to explain the situation to his friends."

"They certainly won't be stingy with the money, right?"

"..." Pamela continued to look out the window and said nothing.

"Hey~" Farr sighed deliberately, parked the car at an intersection, and muttered.

"I thought being a New York police officer was already very frustrating, but I didn't expect you CIA..."

Pamela stared at a pedestrian on the right front outside the window, suddenly frowned and asked: "Is that guy the one we have been looking for a few days ago?"

"..fxxx!"

"That's him!" Farr heard the sound and looked outside. Sure enough, he saw the bastard they were looking for. He immediately took out his pistol and opened the car door, saying nothing.

"Call for backup and help me cover."

"Oh..." Pamela, who had relatively little actual combat experience, saw Farr getting out of the car and quickly caught up with him. She quickly picked up the car's police walkie-talkie to call for support.

. . .

After half an hour.

The reinforcement police car sent by the police department is here.

Farr pulled the bruised and bruised suspect from a dark alley on the street and handed him over to his fellow police officers.

Pamela was speechless as she watched the "pig-headed" suspect get into the police car, walked to Farr and asked.

"He said it?"

"Of course!" Farr wiped the blood from his fists and whispered.

"At two o'clock in the evening tonight, a ship docked at a small secret pier on the Long Island side."

"Huh?!" Pamela suddenly felt her eyes light up, looked around excitedly, and asked in a low voice.

"Does he know where that little dock is?"

"do not know.."

"do you know?"

"Of course I don't know either~" Farr spread his hands as a matter of course.

"..." Pamela rolled her eyes fiercely and was speechless.

"Hahaha~" Farr said in a low voice, feeling that his bad taste was greatly satisfied, so he simply stopped going around in circles.

“While I don’t know where the boat will dock, I know one of the people who will pick it up!”

"As long as we follow him at night, we can find the ship or the goods they are going to pick up!"

"Okay!" Pamela lost her excitement this time, looked at a public phone booth in the distance, and waved her hands.

"I'll call someone, and then we'll go!"

"Um.."

Farr stood there, looking down at the bruises on his fists, shaking his hands and smiling.

If fellow police officers in New York could perform performance reports like Pamela Landy's, he wouldn't have to feel discouraged and want to resign. .

Nor will his ideal of punishing evil and promoting good. .

----

Manhattan.

At the intersection of No. 12th Avenue and 40th Street, there is a small company building.

On the fifth floor, in Polly's office.

"Wooden Man" Rosenlot Sidrich took out a business card from his business card holder and placed it on the table in front of Polly.

Polly picked up the business card and looked at it, and immediately smiled~

"Manhattan International Bank in New York?"

"What idiot changed this name?"

"Manhattan International..."

"There's already a Manhattan Bank in New York, wouldn't he have a different name?"

"Uh..." Rosenluo said with a trace of embarrassment on his dull face, lowering his head.

"I made the name."

"...Hahahaha~" Polly laughed and patted the table a few times, feeling that all the fatigue in her body seemed to have dissipated a lot.

She took out her business card holder from the drawer, picked out one and threw it to Rosenlot, smiling: "You!"

"When you have nothing to do, read more books!"

"Don't be like Alto, hanging around pretty girls all day long..."

"Huh!" Rosenlow picked up the business card and asked a little strangely after reading it.

"This person is...?"

"His name is Larry Allison, and he is the founder of Oracle."

"David holds 40% of Oracle's shares and gave him the task of establishing the data research center database."

Polly pointed at the latest Apple computer on her desk and smiled.

"David said that when this kind of computer specially designed for personal office work gradually became popular."

"A new information age will slowly change our work and life."

"He calls this...the third industrial revolution, also called the information revolution."

(Note: This year, the widespread attention of intelligent aichatGPT also heralds the fourth industrial revolution - the era of highly anthropomorphic intelligent AI has arrived!)

"When you have time, you must go find this Larry Allison and learn more about this aspect from him."

"You are still young, have strong learning ability, and accept new things quickly."

"Of the brothers and sisters in the family, I think you are the only one who can hope to follow in David's footsteps."

"Okay." Rosenluo nodded seriously, suddenly feeling the pressure on his shoulders become heavier.

Of course, Polly also understood the character of her "little brother", so she pretended to be casual.

"You don't have to force yourself, you must understand and master these new knowledge."

"Professional things should be done by professional people."

"It is impossible for my father and your father's generation to keep up with the development of the times."

"Rudy and I will also find it very difficult."

"You and Alto are different."

"According to David's words, those of you who were born in the 50s will inevitably experience the baptism of the information revolution."

"Whoever cannot keep up with its pace will be destined to be eliminated~"

“So you don’t have to be proficient in the information knowledge of these new fields and industries, but you must always pay attention and pay attention to it!”

"If by any chance you are eliminated, our family will have no choice but to adopt a more conservative approach and continue..."

"Yes!" Rosenlow looked at his sister Polly, whom he had admired since childhood, and nodded more seriously than before.

Everyone in the Sidrich family knows that without the father and daughter Malkin Sr. and Polly, who carefully planned for the stable development of the family, no one would be able to have the rich and happy life they have today.

Money, is it important?

Definitely important.

But if you have too much money, you don’t know how to spend it. .

Is money still important?

. . .

Rosenthal, gone.

Polly picked up the business card he left, shook her head and smiled, put it in the drawer, and said to herself.

"Bank!"

"If we fail to seize this fleeting opportunity, we may never be able to open a bank of our own, right?"

"Hehe~"

Polly looked at a family photo on the desk, her eyes slowly swept over her father, mother, sister, and children, and finally stopped on the face of the playboy with a bright smile!

In my heart, I couldn't help but start thinking about him again. .

"Clang clang clang~"

A knock on the door brought back Polly's thoughts.

She pointed her finger at the bastard in the photo, smiled and shouted: "Come in!"

at the door.

Eric Neff from Da Angel Investment Company walked in carrying a briefcase, bowed politely and smiled.

"I returned to the company at noon and reported to Mr. Ben Likert several issues raised after our meeting."

"He asked me to bring you some additional information, as well as several projects that you are particularly interested in..."

"Um..Sorry to trouble you!"

"Please sit down, let me take a look first."

"Ok."

Eric Neff, hand Polly the documents in his briefcase.

Then he turned around and walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, quietly looking at Polly's profile, feeling a few sighs in his heart at the powerful and invisible charm she inadvertently exuded.

Women who work hard can do the same thing. .charming? !

----

Southeast Texas, Houston.

Afternoon~

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

Sitting in the living room, David chuckled when he saw the satisfied expression on his face after his tutor, Professor Bartlet, tasted the snacks made by his mother, Sera, and sister, Salonia.

"You like to eat, I'll ask Salonia to bring you some every day."

"Okay~"

Professor Bartlet pointed to the lawn outside the house and said with a smile: "My new car has not been driven for a long time."

"There are less than 3000 miles on the odometer..."

"You can drive it back tonight. It can be regarded as a traveling gift from me to your mother."

"Uh...hehe~"

David scratched his chin in embarrassment and asked deliberately: "Have you forgotten that tomorrow is a special day...?"

"Tomorrow? Special?"

Professor Bartlet turned to look at the desk calendar in the distance, frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled suddenly.

"Tomorrow is February 2th, Valentine's Day?"

"Yes~"

David chuckled, spread his hands and said, "I will rush back to New York with Lilith tonight, and we will come back the day after tomorrow in the afternoon."

"so.."

"You! Hahahaha~" Professor Bartley pointed at David and laughed.

During this time, when he saw the girls and women constantly surrounding David, he occasionally made some comments in his heart~

it's good now!

Valentine's Day. .ha!

Let’s see how you, a philandering bastard, are going to make them happy~

David quietly observed the flash of "just waiting for the show to happen" expression on his mentor's face, shrugged, and pretended to smile casually.

"Two days ago, when I asked Elena to go back, I had already brought back the gifts I had prepared for them."

"Oh?"

Professor Bartlet put down a small snack and asked curiously: "What gift are you going to give them?"

"Hehe~"

"This is... a secret that will make them feel crazy and extremely romantic!"

"Haha~" Professor Bartlet laughed dryly a few times, smiled at David's deliberately "appetizing" behavior, and changed the topic.

"The El Niño phenomenon you mentioned, I called Elder and told him."

"After hearing this, he said that he would come over and have a chat with you when he is done with his work tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"Elder?"

David raised his eyebrows and thought quickly for a few seconds before asking.

"He came to talk to me... El Niño?"

"Yes~"

Professor Bartley picked up another snack and explained.

"Before World War II, the Morgan Partnership founded by J.P. Morgan during his lifetime was changed to Morgan Co., Ltd. and began to operate trust business."

"In the 50s, as competition in the domestic banking industry became increasingly fierce, Morgan Company merged with the New York Guaranty Trust Company and changed its name to Morgan Guaranty Trust Company. The overall financial strength and strength were greatly enhanced."

"Ten years ago in 69, the shareholders of New York Morgan Guaranty Trust Company established a new company, JP Morgan, as the bank's wholly-owned parent company, and its business scope has been further expanded~"

"The banking business under the name of Morgan Guaranty Trust Company of New York was also spun off and renamed Morgan Bank."

"When Sirrod (Sr. Morgan)'s eldest sons Panaris and Elder came of age, they were both arranged to enter Morgan Bank as interns."

"A few years ago, after the Nixon shock."

"In order to broaden its business scope and adapt to the rapid changes in the international financial market, JP Morgan has established a number of subsidiaries and companies."

"Including, Morgan Social Development Corporation, which Panaris is responsible for."

Professor Bartley talked about this like "remembering everything from home" and smiled at David.

"Elder did not follow Panaris to work in the new company, but stayed at Morgan Bank to manage some overseas investment businesses."

"Overseas? Where exactly?" David suddenly felt something strange in his heart and asked.

"Mainly South American countries such as Brazil, Argentina, Peru and Chile."

"Hi~"

"I understand..." David took a deep breath, and the weirdness in his expression gradually turned into a bitter and embarrassed whisper.

"He has no good intentions with me. He must be thinking of exploiting me again!"

"Hahaha~" Professor Bartlet laughed as if he had expected it.

"Didn't you take the initiative to say this? Why are you blaming others?"

"I..." David opened his mouth and closed it again.

The instructor is right. You are ready to be "squeezed" again, so you shouldn't complain at will~

This path was chosen by him.

Even if you vomit blood and die, you still have to go on bravely. .