Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Manhattan, in front of the Gold Coin Hotel.

David stood next to the car and asked the driver Giovanni to get in first. He looked at the gardener and beetle who escorted him out and asked curiously.

"Have you just talked?"

"Yes." The gardener knew what David was referring to, looked back at Marat and Brotney Mecia who were standing not far behind him, and said with a smile.

"He said that he is like a dandelion floating in the wind. Where it will land and whether it will take root and bear fruit... are all unknown."

"Since he accepted that he was Marat and used his identity to study, marry, have children, and immigrate, the former person is dead and now there is only Marat Poyezhnev who wants to continue working for you."

"Oh..." David raised his eyebrows and raised his hand, smiled and said goodbye to Marat, and suddenly felt a strange melancholy in his heart, and whispered. .

"Nothing that people find meaningful will be easy..."

"There will always be some unfounded accusations and doubts in this world..."

"If we don't resist, we will always accept the situation~"

"The only one who gets hurt is you!"

David winked at the gray-haired Mr. Gardener and smiled crookedly.

"I have been slowly learning to protect myself, you understand me...right?"

"Yes ~ Safety is the most important thing!" the gardener replied, holding back a laugh.

"Hahaha~ That's right!" David gave a thumbs up, waved to the two of them, got in the car and left.

The beetle looked at the car going away, put his hands behind his back, and whispered.

"The last words should be addressed to himself, right?"

"Hmm..." Mr. Gardener responded, looking up at the narrow sky and slowly narrowing his eyes.

the other side.

Marat, standing next to Brotney Mejia, watched the car David was riding in go away, and the last trace of anxiety that existed in his heart also dissipated.

Mexia tightened the collar of her coat, looked at the gardener and beetle standing silently on the street, and whispered to Marat.

"A few days ago, I went to visit Alicia Nash, the head of the da project R&D center, and her husband, Professor Nash."

“I had never heard of Professor Nash’s Nash equilibrium theory before, let alone that it could help people participating in games choose the optimal strategy in many situations.”

"Professor Nash, Nash equilibrium?"

"Game theory?" Marat tilted his head and looked at her and asked.

"Yes! It's game theory." Mexia raised his left hand and pointed at Marat, with a strange smile on his face.

"The Nash equilibrium proposed by Professor Nash subverts many hypothetical theories in traditional economics."

"It clearly points out that in any finite game, there will be a Nash equilibrium."

“Under this equilibrium, any player participating in the game will get a worse result if he wants to unilaterally change his choice.”

"So, when a Nash equilibrium is formed in the game, no matter which player makes the change first, it will put itself in an extremely passive situation."

"You also majored in economics..."

"This theoretical explanation should be easier for you to understand than me...right?"

"Ok!"

"Haha~" Marat suddenly laughed.

He smiled easily and freely.

In a game, the first to make changes often make the situation worse. . !

Mexia saw the smile on his face and knew that these words had had their due effect, and said.

"Harold Stone, head of the FBI's New York branch, should have already set off for the agreed upon location."

"Let's go too."

"Okay!" Marat took a deep breath, and the relaxation on his face gradually turned into a strong confidence that was rarely seen before.

----

Manhattan.

60 West 33th Street, in front of Fordham University, New York.

(Its predecessor was St. John’s College, which was founded in the New York Catholic District in 1841. In 1907, the school was renamed to its current name.)

A young girl carrying a shoulder bag, wearing a brown cotton coat and high boots, stood on the street saying goodbye to several new classmates she had just met, and walked briskly towards Central Park on the east side.

Her eyes swept across the shops on both sides of the street, and the joy and excitement in her eyes slowly faded after walking a few streets.

At the intersection of Eighth Avenue and West 58th Street, she stood on the side of the street and looked up at the green traffic light. She was about to follow the sparse flow of people across the street when she suddenly heard someone calling her name. .

"Ruby!"

"Hey~ I'm here, Ruby!"

Ruby Scavelli, whose name was called, hurriedly crossed the street before walking away~

In the traffic waiting for the traffic light, Mike Bai "popped out" from a car, waved and smiled at Ruby who was looking over.

"Hey Ruby! Where are you going?"

"Come here and get in the car, I'll take you off!"

Ruby was a little surprised to see the "familiar" face Mike Bai. She stood there and tilted her head and thought for a while, and finally walked forward quickly, opened the door and got into the car.

on the way.

Mike Bai's eyes sparkled with the fire of gossip, and he quietly looked at Ruby with his peripheral vision and asked.

"It's been more than half a year since we last met in a bar, right?"

"What have you been up to lately?"

"where do you want to go?"

"Uh..." Ruby hugged her small bag, looked around, and shrugged.

"I just reported to school today and haven't decided where to go yet..."

"School?"

"Which university did you go to? What did you study?"

"Fordham University's School of Social Services."

"Wow~ That's one of the best universities in New York!"

"You are amazing!"

"How did you do that?" Mike Bai exaggeratedly praised a few times and asked again.

Ruby curled her lips and said with a "You're knowingly asking" expression written all over her face.

"Lawyer George McCarran found one of his seniors who teaches at Fordham University and helped me get a letter of recommendation and review materials smoothly..."

"Ah~Lawyer George..." Mike Bai remembered what he heard last time from Mike Black. David arranged for lawyer George McCarron to be appointed to his ex-girlfriend Ruby. The arrangement was very clear. .

He smiled and nodded, slowed down a little, turned on the turn signal backwards, and asked.

"If you don't have a clear goal, I just want to go to the company to pick up some things. You can wait for me in the car first."

"How about we go back to the Wildfire Bar and have a drink?"

"Wildfire Bar...I won't go."

"You'd better take me back to the apartment." Ruby turned to look out the window, holding the strap of her backpack with her right hand, and replied with a little loss in her voice.

"Hahaha~"

Mike Bai deliberately pretended to be bold and smiled: "You are alone when you go back to the apartment. How boring it is to be alone after eating at night~"

"Black Mike, you remember, right?"

"That's the big black guy in charge of security in the bar!"

"Today happens to be his birthday, and the big one among the Zach brothers, Zach, also celebrates his birthday today."

"So we're going to have a birthday party for them both and a few surprises!"

"I specially prepared a few birthday gifts, and they are all in the trunk."

"You can take one directly to them later and get together with everyone by the way."

"You don't know, I mentioned you two days ago when I was chatting with the waiter Martha and Erica at the bar!"

"They all say you..."

Mike Bai gave full play to his "big mouth" talent and didn't give Ruby a chance to refuse. He parked the car directly in front of the small building of DA Company, waved and trotted away.

Ruby sat in the car in a daze, watching him "jumping" into the door of the small building, all kinds of emotions welling up in her heart. .

Lost, unwilling, anxious, uneasy, happy, and aggrieved. .

These complex emotions that made her feel flustered were intertwined together, causing her to lean back softly in her seat, staring dreamily at the traffic passing by in the distance. .

About ten minutes later.

Mike Bai came back with several large yellow file bags in his hands.

He got into the cab and saw Ruby leaning her head against the car door, looking out the window in a daze. He was very smart and didn't say anything, and started the car directly.

----

Wall Street.

Stanley fourth floor.

Sam Rogers and Mu Brandes were standing in the corridor holding thick folders, looking up at the ceiling, and tacitly "eavesdropping" on the "gossip" coming from David's office behind them. .

in the office.

David looked at the "strange daughter" of the Hearst family with some toothache, the "tough female robber" Patty Hearst who had often been seen in the news in the past few years. .

Last night, when he had dinner with Lilith, he heard her mention Miss Hester, who had received "special care" from the president, and wanted to thank him in person for his help. .

Because Patty Hearst’s father, Hearst Sr., sold Harper’s Bazaar magazine to Lilith at a super low price in order to help his daughter “get out of trouble.” .

Now that Patty has regained her freedom, Lilith has also obtained the fashion magazine "Bazaar" that Mag Ludweis fought for, and everyone has gotten what they want. .

So David directly refused the meeting, thinking that the matter was just a win-win deal~

However, Miss Hester, whose personality has changed drastically, obviously does not think so. .

she thought. .

"I have already heard Lilith tell you about the deal between you and my father."

"But this doesn't fully express...my personal gratitude to you!"

Patty Hester said, taking out a portfolio from her small bag, placing it on the desk in front of David, and smiled.

"My grandpa once liked to say that as long as the headline is big enough, the news will be big enough!"

"After I was kidnapped by robbers, the media just wanted to sensationalize..."

"Grandpa?" David turned to look at Lilith and murmured in surprise.

"Yes." Patty sighed with a complicated expression on his face.

"Citizen Kane, which is very famous in film history, was based on my grandfather, the late newspaper tycoon William Randolph Hearst."

"Many of his experiences and characters are like those in the movie "Citizen Kane"..."

"Although he has a very bad reputation in the industry, many people dislike him and even hate him."

"But the family legacy he left behind has enabled me to live an enviable life as a wealthy daughter."

"But these..."

While listening to Patty's story, David quietly glanced at Lilith. .

Lilith pretended not to see anything. She held Patty's arm with a smile and listened patiently to her speech. She no longer had the attitude of "beating her chest" to reassure her yesterday. .

About a quarter of an hour later.

Patty finally stopped, took a sip from the coffee cup, and signaled to David.

"Lilith is my best bestie!"

"She wants Harper's Bazaar, and I'm definitely going to support it."

"Here are some magazine shares given to me by my family. I originally wanted to give them to you..."

"But Lilith advised me that you would not accept it as a gift of thanks..."

"So I made a decision privately and transferred it to you and Lilith's charity fund."

"So you won't refuse, right?"

"Uh... no." David said to God bless in his heart, and with a polite smile on his face, he stood up and poured her coffee again, and asked with a smile.

"How long do you plan to stay in New York this time?"

"If you have time another day, how about we invite your good friends to have a party together?"

"Thank you, but still not." When Patty heard David mention the word friend, she seemed to be a little sensitive and shook her head.

"My dad arranged a new place for me in a small town in Massachusetts."

"If you want to see me, you can go anywhere."

"My door will always be open for you, and you are welcome to visit."

"Okay!" David chatted with her for a while and winked at Lilith frequently. Finally, the smiling Lilith "awoke" and pulled his best friend Patty away.

After a few minutes.

Sam Rogers put down the folder in his hand, sat across from David and grinned.

"She appeared in the news two days ago, and many girls take her as a role model and regard her as their idol!"

"Idol?"

"Haha~" David scratched his head hard and smiled bitterly.

"The daughter of a rich family got Stockholm Syndrome after being kidnapped and turned into a bank robber...can she also be regarded as an idol?"

"Sam, what's going on in the world?"

“What’s going on in those young people’s heads all day long?”

"They are all crazy~" Sam continued with a wicked smile.

"Hahaha~" Mu Brandes laughed and gave him a hammer, then looked at David who was speechless and said.

"After she came here to thank you this time, she may never appear on TV news again in her life, right?"

"Probably..." David tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shrugged in a funny way and changed the topic.

"What did you bring?"

"My time is limited, let's keep the story short."

"Ok!"

The joke is over~

Sam immediately entered working mode, put a folder in front of David and said.

"This is a market research report given to me by Bob Rockefeller."

"He has recently visited several large-scale fructose syrup manufacturers in China and believes..."

"Ok!"

David listened to Sam's report and kept flipping through the research reports. If he encountered a question that he didn't understand or didn't understand, he would ask directly. .

Mu Brandes sat next to him, quietly listening to the two people's questions and answers, and his mood suddenly became inexplicably much better~

He worked on Wall Street his whole life.

When he was young, he worked in banks and investment banks, worked as a securities analyst and securities broker, and later worked in many private equity funds and public equity funds, but he had never met a boss similar to David. .

He is young, dares to delegate power, plans boldly, and is cautious in doing things. He never criticizes his subordinates harshly and never belittles himself. .

Mu Brandes looked at David's young face and sighed in his heart.

If he can't make a fortune. .

Then this world is possible. . Are you really crazy?