Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

59th Street, Plaza Hotel, Manhattan.

Director Francis Coppola and screenwriter Mario Puzo of the movie "The Godfather" stepped out of the elevator and arrived at a luxury suite on the fifteenth floor.

"Respectable man" Francis Coppola happily took out twenty dollars and handed it to the waiter who helped guide him, and ordered a lot of special delicacies in the hotel for himself, ready to satisfy his appetite first. .

Mario, who was as excited as him, also wanted to order some delicious food for himself. .But his wife Lina's "glad eyes" and old Malkin's reminder made him sober up immediately. .

Mario grimaced, threw his bag on the sofa, walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside the window, and kept thinking about what he could do to steal the talk. .How about eating some of your favorite delicacies?

His wife Lina, like a roundworm in his stomach, also walked to the window with a smile, looked at the scenery outside, and whispered to her husband.

"We have lived in New York for decades. This is the first time I have stayed in the most luxurious suite of the Plaza Hotel."

Mario turned his head silently and looked at the wrinkles in his wife's eyes and the smile on her lips. He couldn't help but put his arms around her shoulders tightly and said that sentence. .The tender words of love that made him regret it for several years. .

"The children no longer need your care, but I still need your company!"

His wife Lina opened her eyes wide, covered her mouth in disbelief, and whispered: "Mario, do you want me to come here to stay with you?"

"...Yes! As you can see, this suite can accommodate several families..."

"Wow~ Hahahaha~ Dear, thank you! Hahaha~"

Mario held his wife Lina, who was as happy as a child, feeling mixed emotions in his heart~

Not far away, Coppola saw the happy scene of the couple hugging each other. He raised his hand to adjust his glasses and joked with a smile.

"Hey~Mario, Lina, it's only the afternoon! Shouldn't you be here at night? Huh? Hahaha~"

"Haha~ Get out of here, you bastard!"

"Hahaha~"

----

Manhattan area.

Chinatown, Xincheng Restaurant.

David, Giles, Bloomer, and Leslie each used different tableware and tasted the delicious Chinese dishes carefully prepared by Chef Zhang Wenbiao~

With a fork in one hand and a spoon in the other, Blumer put a few shrimps on his plate, threw one of them into his mouth with his fork, and praised with wide eyes.

"Hmm...this tastes great!"

"How come the Chinese food I have eaten before is completely different from the one here?"

David, who was also devouring his food, put down his chopsticks, picked up a glass of white wine, took a sip, and breathed in the cool air.

"Hi~ It's so refreshing~ Ha!~"

"Brother Biao, has your craft... improved again?"

Brother Biao was wearing a pure white chef's uniform, standing upright not far from David and the others, waving his hands and smiling: "Haha~ When I am developing sauces these days, I review the detailed knowledge I learned when I was cooking. I read it again and gave me a lot of new inspiration~”

"Wait a minute, I've prepared today's main dish for you all, baked lobster!"

“For this baked lobster, I used eight different cooking methods and eight secret sauces with different textures~”

"Eight types? Wow~ How long do we have to wait?"

"Haha~ I'm going to prepare it for everyone. I'll be back soon!"

"Okay~ Go, go, go!"

After a few minutes.

Brother Biao and his apprentices successively served today's main course to several people, a baked lobster dinner!

“Please taste it~”

After all the dishes were served, Brother Biao made an invitation gesture to several people, returned to his original position and stood, waiting for their comments~

David and the others looked at the lobsters in front of them, took a piece each, put it in their mouths and tasted it. .

"Hmm... This sauce is very fragrant, with a slight fruity sweetness... It tastes very interesting~"

"Hmm... mine is slightly spicy, as if it has Mexican sauce added... but there is a difference~"

"Hahaha~ Where did you get all this nonsense? Give me a taste of the one in front of you~"

"Hey~ Why did you stand up and grab me?"

"Hmph~ If I don't snatch this delicious food, will you keep it for me?"

"fxxx! Your chopsticks...you cheated!"

"fxxx! Why did you get started?"

"Hahaha~ What's wrong with your hands? Whoever grabbed it belongs to whom!"

"I... Okay, let's just have fun!"

"Hey~ look at me!"

"..."

The smile on Brother Biao's face, who was standing next to him, stiffened for a moment, and then he smiled even happier. .

by the dining table.

The two bad boys, David and Bloomer, were the first to break the rules among gentlemen. .I immediately grabbed the lobster from the plate~

Leslie stared at Giles dumbly. .

Giles opened his mouth wide and saw that the lobster in front of him was also snatched away by these two bastards. He couldn't help shouting, rolled up his sleeves, and joined the battle. .

For a time, the battle between the three people at the dinner table had just begun and entered a fierce stage. .

There were only eight lobsters, but there were three people and six hands snatching them. .

Leslie, who was dumbfounded at the dining table, quickly glanced in front of her, and suddenly smiled when she saw the unscrupulous, childlike interaction and competition between the three of them~

He laughed heartily and heartlessly. .

As if he was also shrouded in the aura of Jiangzhi at this moment, he rolled up his sleeves, jumped up, and joined the battle group among the three people with a loud voice. .

Emm. .

ten minutes later.

David rubbed his nose and sucked the soup from his fingertips, complaining: "You unscrupulous guys are becoming more and more assholes!"

Bloomer and the other three all gave him a middle finger gesture!

Giles clasped his fingers between his teeth gracelessly and said, "We only learned bad things after we got to know you! Do you still have the nerve to complain here?"

"Haha~ That's right! You are the worst!"

"Um...yes, you did it first!"

David rolled his eyes, lowered his head to find the napkin, wiped his hands clean, and turned to the cheerful Brother Biao.

"Is there any rice? Bring me a bowl and I'll make some of this vegetable soup..."

Brother Biao suppressed the laughter that was about to burst out, shook his shoulders, nodded, and trotted back to the back kitchen. .

After a few minutes.

The third friend looked at David in astonishment, holding the rice soaked in the remaining vegetable soup and eating with chopsticks flying. .

Leslie looked at Bloomer in confusion: "Is he... not full?"

Bloomer blinked and waved to Brother Biao: "The bowl you gave David... give me a share..."

"...Okay~"

Giles lowered his head, patted his belly, and said, "Give me... half a portion too!"

Seeing that they were all done, Leslie scratched his head and looked at Brother Biao. .

Brother Biao suppressed his laughter and asked, "You want one too?"

"...That's right!"

"Haha~ok~please wait!"

David kept his mouth busy, but his ears were always perked!

With a smile on his lips, he left the last bite of rice in the bowl and looked at Sanshouyou with a smile: "Is anyone still unhappy now?"

The three of them looked at each other and burst out laughing. .

Among the three of them, except for Bloomer, Giles and Leslie were a little unhappy after returning from California this time, and the smiles on their faces were much less.

At this time, this happy lunch between four people made them temporarily forget the troubles and regain their sense of carelessness. .

David slowly put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said, "There is no problem that cannot be solved by having a good meal!"

"If so...then find your friends and have another meal!"

"Tch~ you're starting to spread your nonsense again~"

"Hahaha~ That's right!"

"Haha~ From what you put it like, doesn't it mean that no matter what kind of financial crisis happens, the restaurant's business will not be bleak?"

"Ha~ you are really right!"

"Um...Brother Biao! Don't leave yet~"

David called out Brother Biao, thought for a moment, and waved to Boss Zhang in the distance.

When the curious Boss Zhang came closer, David said: "I just thought of an idea~"

"Brother Biao, can you leave the kitchen of this restaurant to your apprentice to take care of it?"

"...No problem! They have been with me for several years, and their cooking skills are more than enough to handle the daily operations of the restaurant!"

Boss Zhang thought of something, licked his lips, suppressed his curiosity, and listened patiently.

David looked at his friends, spread his hands and said, "You have also eaten the food~"

"I have an idea!"

"How about we jointly invest in opening a restaurant for Brother Biao?"

"Open a restaurant?"

The three friends were stunned for a moment, and Leslie, the oldest, nodded slightly and said first: "As for the dishes, I think there is no problem~"

David turned to look at Bloomer and Giles.

Both bad friends nodded in agreement.

David slapped the table and said with a smile: "Then what are you waiting for? Write a check!"

"Each person gives... twenty thousand dollars first~ From now on we will all be investors in the restaurant!"

Brother Biao's face glowed red, and Boss Zhang began to breathe rapidly. .

Bloomer blinked, wiped his hands first, took out the checkbook from his pocket, finished writing it in a hurry, and handed it to David.

When David saw Giles and Leslie, they also took out their checkbooks. After writing the checks, he took the three checks with a smile and handed them to Brother Biao.

“Each of us is an investor, but the restaurant belongs to you!”

"We are investing in you, Brother Biao, not the restaurant!"

Zhang Wenbiao took the check, nodded with heavy breathing and whispered: "Understood! Thank you David!"

"Haha~ Don't be so hasty to thank me yet!"

"We need to agree on a few things in advance~"

“We will not be responsible for any daily management of this restaurant~”

"You have to make sure you have enough time and energy to make this restaurant a success and ensure our return on investment!"

"Besides, this restaurant... I suggest you find Polly to become a shareholder too~!"

"If she can participate, it will be of great help to you~"

“She can help you with store location selection, personnel training, maintaining daily business order, purchasing raw materials, etc.!”

When Boss Zhang heard this, he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently pull his nephew who was in a daze.

Polly, he knows!

Behind Polly is the Sidrich family~!

What David said is one of the necessary factors on the road to success for a restaurant.

The Sidrich family can easily help this restaurant solve these big problems that seem to be a huge headache for ordinary people. .

Zhang Wenbiao, after all, is just a Chinese chef with superb cooking skills. .

Money, in many cases, can solve problems.

But it doesn't solve all problems!

. . .

David and a few friends finished their lunch and were about to leave.

He turned around and grabbed Brother Biao, glanced at his bad friends, and said with a smile: "I suggest that your restaurant adopt a subscription-based business model that limits the number of guests~"

"For example, only ten tables can be reserved for lunch every day, and only... twenty tables can be reserved for dinner!"

"This not only allows you to control the quality of the dishes and builds the reputation of the restaurant, but also gives you time to take good care of the company's central kitchen~"

"Of course, if you feel that you are too busy, you can also ask some of your senior brothers to help~"

"Poly will help you with the procedures for them to come to the United States~"

Brother Biao kept nodding his head gratefully without saying any heroic words. .

Because he knows that everything needs to be proven by his actual actions~

He would never allow himself to fall into the trap of talking big words but not being able to live up to them. .Inside the embarrassing predicament.

Smart people don’t need to elaborate.

If you mess up, you can't blame others.

. . .

out of the restaurant.

Brother Biao and Boss Zhang couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as they watched David and the others get into the car and drive away.

Boss Zhang looked at his nephew with a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "David is right!"

"You must be too busy alone~"

Brother Biao nodded silently, took out the three checks in his pocket, and slowly squeezed them tightly, with a shining light in his eyes~

----

on the way.

Leslie, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw that the three disabled friends in the back seat were quiet and no one spoke, so he turned around and asked with a smile.

"David, did you forget to mention just now, what should we do if we go to a restaurant to dine?"

"Um...didn't I say that?"

"..No~"

"...Okay~ I will ask Brother Biao to leave a big table for us~"

"Hahaha~ It's best to be in a separate room!"

"...That's right! Otherwise, if the scene of us grabbing the dishes was seen by other guests...it would be so embarrassing!"

"Haha~ you still know how to be embarrassed?"

"fxxx! You were the first to get started!"

"I.."

Leslie, who had once again stirred up the atmosphere among several people, turned sideways with satisfaction and happily watched the three people in the back row resume their daily interactions. .

----

Stanley fourth floor.

conference room.

Livlin G. Cherov stood by the window, staring at the passing vehicles and pedestrians downstairs, in a daze. .

The passion and impulse for Leslie in her heart seemed to have faded a lot after she came to New York~

This strange feeling was something she had never experienced before~

Livlin didn't know if she was in love with Leslie. .

But she doesn't want to give up!

In fact, as the daughter of Piro Jan Cherov, she had already heard her father's indecent nicknames from countless people. .

"Madman"~

"Upstart"~

"An outstanding representative of newmoney". .

"Irritated Cherov"~

hehe~

When people mentioned these representative-sounding nicknames of the old Cherov, Livlin still felt that she could barely accept them. .

She also knew very well that her father, old Cherov, was extremely talented in making money. .

But in other aspects, he is like a reckless man and is not welcomed by the rich at all. .

Therefore, Livlin found one for herself since she was a child. .Let the second generation of rich families look like they have a unique lifestyle. .

She doesn't take money as money, is picky about everything, and doesn't treat anyone with dignity. Even when she treats her close friends, she will show off very annoying attributes from time to time. .

Use this to prove to everyone that you are an alternative, an alternative that will not be restricted by anyone's eyes or behavior!

Now~

Judging from her amazing achievements over the years, Livlin has succeeded!

She became the psychotic daughter-in-law known and hated by almost everyone in the second-generation rich circle in the United States. .

But her father, old Cherov, never said any harsh words to her.

Livlin still clearly remembers the words that her father said with great sincerity when she had a heart-to-heart talk with her father some time ago.

"We are in the United States, in the city of Los Angeles~"

"This place is filled with all kinds of people!"

"But no matter what they do, when they interact with others, they will mix in some unintentional performance elements~"

"Performance itself is a social lubricant!"

"Everyone can act, and everyone can lie~"

"Their performances and lies are all to hide their likes, dislikes, or true feelings in their hearts~"

"But you have to understand something!"

"The biggest difference between performance and real life is that the lines and behaviors of the performance are carefully woven by people~"

"It is different from people lying in real life~ but the motivation is the same~"

"So, they will only say what they think you want to hear!"

"Sometimes, they will use deliberate pandering methods to please others and get what they want."

. . .

If these words of old Cherov were placed a few years ago, maybe. .When I told Livlin last year, she couldn't fully understand her father's earnest words and good intentions. .

But now, Livlin really understands what her father said!

Everyone has a role to play in life~

Everyone tells all kinds of lies to themselves or others in life. .

But there is one thing you must not do foolishly!

People cannot live in the lies they carefully weave for themselves!

In that case, not only is it very sad, but it will also make you more desperate and go astray. .

----

Manhattan, 66th Street.

FBI headquarters in New York, in the director's office.

Harold Stone sat behind his desk, looking at CIA director Ezra Cremo who was returning across the way, and asked suspiciously.

"Are you... in such a hurry?"

Claymore smiled and shrugged, spread his hands and said, "I don't want to either~"

"...If you have anything to say, just say it!"

Claymore nodded slightly, picked up the briefcase from the side, opened it, fiddled with it for a while, and then let out a sigh of relief with a relaxed expression.

"Our task is very simple."

"Saudi Arabia and other OPEC member states will send some emissaries to New York to discuss matters."

"Our two families need to work closely together to wipe out all their whereabouts~"

"Erase?? How? What's your action plan? When exactly will they arrive in New York? How many people will they come? How long will they stay?"

Claymore raised his hands, shook his head in surrender and smiled bitterly: "Hey~ I'm just a worker like you!"

"I can't answer all your questions~"

Harold Stone rubbed his temples again and whispered: "Go on, tell me everything you know!"

"Hehe~"

"I only know that there will be some people who come to New York for a few days for reasons such as tourism, shopping, business investment, inspection, etc.~"

"They will arrive in New York in two days at the latest and a week at the slowest."

"They will most likely stay at the Plaza Hotel~"

"We need to prepare for their check-in and safety monitoring in advance~"

"..Gone?"

"No more~"

"There's no number of people, a list, or a specific date? So how do we prepare? Directly greet the manager of the Plaza Hotel?"

"fxxx!"

"You CIA, is this your plan of action?"

Claymore also felt a little headache and smiled wryly, spreading his hands and saying, "I am also following orders~"

"I can only wait for the call notification from my superiors regarding the specific details you asked."

Harold Stone gritted his teeth, his expression became angrily, and he whispered: "Why does he only keep secrets from internal personnel~?"

"We don't know anything, how are we going to do things? How are we going to complete the mission?"

"Those damn, bullshit politicians in Washington!"

"Why don't they do this inexplicable shit themselves?"

"shxx!"

Ezra Cremo, who felt the same way, also leaned back with a wry smile.

He came to New York and participated in this hellish secret operation, he just couldn't help it~

This kind of mission only knows the general content of the mission, and other details are kept confidential. .How to accomplish it?

Harold Stone is right!

The only ones who can come up with such weird tasks are damn politicians who are full of shit!

----

Stanley.

David and the others stood at the door of the conference room. You looked at me, and I looked at you.

The last few people looked at Leslie.

"Don't worry! We will go in with you!"

"Yes, we are all with you!"

Leslie scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a wry smile: "Okay, you must help me later~"

"Hahaha~ let's go! Why are you so cowardly?"

David grabbed Leslie's shoulders, winked at the two bad friends, hid the evil smile on his face, and pushed Leslie into the conference room. .