Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Manhattan, fourth floor, Stanley.

David walked into the company with a few newspapers under his arm and a briefcase in his hand.

Sam Rogers, who was about to gather people for the Monday morning meeting, saw him and asked everyone to go to the conference room first.

He said hello to David, chatted for a few words, and followed him into the office.

Secretary Maggie followed the two of them into the office, holding a coffee pot in her hand.

Sam poured himself a cup of coffee, nodded to Maggie and thanked her, then handed the other cup to David who sat down and smiled.

"I heard from Elena... I thought you wouldn't come to the company today~"

"Yeah~ I didn't want to come originally..."

David took a sip of hot coffee, shrugged and said with a smile: "Giles and Pine will return to New York today."

"It's more convenient for me to come to the company and meet with them~"

"Oh~"

Sam turned his head and glanced at the office door that was closed by Maggie, put down the coffee cup, and whispered.

"This morning, Erwin, the company's financial chief, said to me..."

"There is more than 5 million yuan in the account of a branch and investment fund under our company's name..."

"They are..?"

"Oh?"

"They move very quickly~"

David's entire face was hidden in the steam coming out of the coffee cup, he leaned back with a smile and said.

"They are money invested by Polly's family investment fund in the name of our company."

"You and Erwin hurry up and prepare a formal contract to send to the new general manager of the Sidrich Family Fund Company, Rosenlo Sidrich."

Sam pursed his lips and nodded silently to show that he understood~

Seeing his appearance, David put down his coffee cup, leaned forward, put his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, rubbed the stubble on his chin back and forth with his two thumbs, and said.

"Man, this money... is just the beginning!"

"In two days, I am going to meet and have a chat with Guy Luther, the president of Princeton University~"

"If everything goes well, their university's endowment fund will entrust us to invest!"

"and also!"

"Prince Difar, who came from Saudi Arabia some time ago, will also transfer a large amount of funds in batches to several investment fund accounts under our company's name this week."

"Livlin, who just returned from California, also asked us to help give her pocket money for investment when we met~"

"so what.."

"Our company will have three large amounts of funds entering the investment account one after another in the next week or two weeks."

"You, Mu Blades, and Erwin must communicate with Lawyer George and make their entrusted investment contract as perfect as possible~"

After listening to David's words, Sam Rogers became more and more silent~

He lowered his head slightly, collected his thoughts, frowned and asked, "Have you agreed on the investment period for the money?"

"Yes!"

"Prince Defar's money will last for up to three years. The entrusted investment contract needs to be signed every six months."

"We will discuss the money from Princeton University in detail in a few days~"

"The investment period of Sidrich Family Fund and Livlin's pocket money has not been determined yet."

"Their contract dates are also signed every six months. When the time is up, if the other party has no objections, the contract can be automatically renewed."

"..OK!"

Sam took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Then have you thought about where to invest the money?"

"Of course!"

David opened his briefcase, took out a draft plan from it, waved it in front of Sam, and smiled.

"Among these investments, the most troublesome one is...the difficult problem that Principal Guy Luther raised for us~"

"So, I am going to use the simplest way to invest this money."

Sam glanced at the draft investment plan on the table curiously, pondered for a moment, stood up and nodded.

"ok~"

"I'm going to find Erwin and George~"

"Ok!"

"Oh~ that's right."

"Man, are Bob and Yuri here?"

"coming!"

"Maggie said last time that they wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yeah~" Sam seemed to have thought of something funny and said with a smile on his lips.

"Last night, Bob made an appointment to go to Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, to play with Yuri Orlov~"

"As a result, his wallet was stolen on the way to Brooklyn without him knowing it."

"Hahaha~"

"Then he will be really embarrassed~"

"Haha~ That's right!"

"I'll tell them~"

"Ok!"

----

Manhattan.

Gold Coin Hotel.

The middle-aged man nicknamed "The Gardener" walked out of the hotel with a piece of information in his hand.

After half an hour.

He sat opposite Mr. Front Hardman, who had just won the New York mayoral election, gently put down the document and said.

"This man's name is Cheney Lipitz, Congressman from New York."

"You should be familiar with him, right?"

Hardman raised his eyebrows and nodded, opened the information in front of him, read it quickly, and whispered with a slight fear.

"Yes~"

"What price do you want him to pay?"

"It's not us, it's you!"

"Mr. Parker is very happy that you can be elected mayor!"

"So, this is a gift for you~"

"..good!"

Hardman collected all the information in his hand and put it in the drawer. He stood up and stretched out his right hand to the gardener, smiling.

"I won't let him down!"

"Ok!"

----

North of New York City.

The capital of New York State, Albany.

Mag Ludwig, who came from New York early in the morning, stood in front of a cafe and looked around before stepping in.

in the cafe.

Mag found himself a small table in the corner, sat down, ordered a cup of coffee, and silently watched the TV news being broadcast not far away.

In the TV news, the host was sitting in the live broadcast room and was broadcasting a follow-up report on events related to London, England.

"We all know that it was just over two months ago on September 9."

"A vicious case of killing people in the street with a poisoned umbrella gun occurred in London!"

"The victim in this case, Georg F. Markov, was on his way to the BBC when he suddenly felt as if he was stabbed by the sharp point of something on his right leg."

"At that time, he spotted a man holding a long black umbrella among the bustling street crowd, and fled in a panic~"

"Because it was almost time to go to work, Markov was unable to catch up with the murderer who seemed to be behaving strangely. He could only go to his office at the BBC with many questions."

"But soon, while working in the office, he felt nausea, vomiting, lethargy and other physical symptoms."

"When his colleagues discovered his abnormal behavior, they immediately sent him to the hospital~"

"However, the toxin in his body is extremely poisonous!"

"Markov was in the hospital. After being rescued for four consecutive days, his body functions were gradually deteriorated by toxins, and he finally died~"

"This incident caused an extremely sensational impact two months ago and attracted a lot of people's attention."

"So, today we invited Mr. Deputy Commissioner of the London Police Department and Professor Schlop Loxel, who focuses on biomedical research."

"Let us first go to..."

. . .

Mag, who was sitting in the cafe, signaled to the waiter and asked her to help increase the volume of the TV.

In the TV news program, the camera was switched to a panoramic view of a live broadcast room.

The deputy director who was just introduced by the host said to the TV camera after the host asked the question.

"Based on our investigation and the examination of the body of the victim, Mr. Markov~"

"In addition, the long-handled black umbrella that we recently discovered as a crime tool..."

"This black umbrella is a carefully modified poison pneumatic gun!"

"It uses the principle of gas pressure, and under the action of springs, triggers and other parts, it can launch highly toxic projectiles almost silently!"

"We found a small silver bead with a diameter of about 1 millimeters from Markov's right calf muscle."

"Through our multiple analyses, we determined that this small round bead is made of platinum."

"It's small in size and extremely light in weight~"

"There are two tiny holes on the small round bead, and the center is also empty."

"The volume inside its hollow interior is about 0 microliters."

"There are still traces of wax remaining on its surface~"

"According to our analysis, these wax traces should be used to seal the venom inside the small bead~"

"After these solidified waxes enter the human body, they will be melted by body temperature, and the venom inside the small beads will flow out from the two small holes, making the victim Mr. Markov extremely poisonous!"

"The murderer used a poison umbrella gun to shoot a highly poisonous pellet to kill people."

. . .

Mr. Deputy Director, while telling the camera about the police's investigation results on this case, he also showed some photos of umbrella poison guns to the camera.

After he stopped, the host immediately turned to look at Professor of Biomedicine, Mr. Slop Laxel, and asked him.

"You can do it for us..."

"Of course!"

Professor Lao Zaier said with a serious expression while facing the camera.

"Based on our analysis of Mr. Markov's blood and testing of various functions of his body's organs."

"We can confirm that the toxin that caused Mr. Markov's death was ricin, which was developed more than 30 years ago to deal with biological and chemical warfare."

"This toxin is mainly found in castor beans and is an extract of castor beans."

"After it enters the human body, it will quickly damage the liver and kidneys in the early stage of poisoning, causing symptoms such as internal bleeding, lesions, and necrosis."

"The main reason why ricin causes death is that it inhibits and paralyzes the cardiovascular and respiratory systems!"

"Let people..."

. . .

The door of the cafe.

The person who kept Mag Ludwig waiting for a long time trusted the governor of New York State, Lynch Colson, who walked to the front of Mag Ludwig and sat down opposite Mag, smiling.

"Sorry ~ I'm late!"

"Haha~" Mag waved his hand gently and smiled, still staring in the direction of the TV.

Governor Lynch Colson followed his gaze, glanced at the TV, raised his hand to call the waiter, and ordered a cup of coffee for himself.

After listening to Professor Laxel's introduction on the TV show, Mager slowly set his sights on Governor Lynch opposite.

"are you busy!?"

"Yes~"

Governor Lynch took off his gloves and coat and smiled helplessly at his old friend.

"I'm still too optimistic..."

"The state government's financial situation has reached the point where it can only tear down the east wall to pay for the west wall and cannot make ends meet."

"Coupled with this, the outflow of factories, companies, and enterprises in the state has accelerated in recent years."

"Tax revenue status..."

Mag Ludwig sat back in his chair and listened silently to the various troubles and problems his old friend encountered after taking office. .

. . .

After a few minutes.

After the waiter brought coffee to Governor Lynch, he stopped complaining and complained and asked Mag.

"You came to me for...?"

"My boss asked me about you!"

"Your boss?"

"...David Coleman?"

"Yes!"

Governor Lynch lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, paused for a few seconds, and then sighed.

"Just because of this, you called me more than a dozen times yesterday? And you made a special trip to see me today?"

"..Yes!"

"Hehe~"

"What did he say?"

"He asked me to ask you..."

After listening to the questions relayed by Mag, Governor Lynch teased with a wry smile.

"He shouldn't be called Lucky Boy~"

"Should be called Impatient Boy!"

"Hehe~"

"I'm going back to New York tomorrow night."

"Come and help me arrange... let's meet~"

"can!"

“There’s a little party going on Wednesday at my new home in New York, and he’s going to be there.”

"New home?"

"Is it Janet?"

"Or... did he pay for it for you?"

"..right!"

"Tsk tsk~"

Governor Lynch smacked his lips a few times, took a big sip of bitter coffee, stared at his old friend in silence for a while, and asked slightly hesitantly.

"You helped him...what did you do?"

"You will know when you meet~"

"...Okay~"

"I haven't congratulated you yet on your new home in New York!"

"What else do you need? I'll give it to you!"

Mag's eyes turned to the TV not far away and whispered.

“We don’t lack anything that money can buy!”

"..."

Governor Lynch closed his mouth and stared at the coffee cup in his hand, lost in thought.

----

new York.

Manhattan.

On the east side of 27th Street, adjacent to No. 462 First Avenue, is New York's most famous public hospital, Bellevue!

Bellevue Public Hospital was established on March 1736, 3.

The reason why Bellevue became a hospital for everyone is inseparable from the immigration wave in New York.

In the early days, Irish farmers fled famine and there were several huge waves of immigration~

Their destinations for immigrating include Canada, as well as New York and Boston in the United States.

And their arrival also brought countless diseases, sweeping through slums everywhere, and causing the deaths of countless doctors and medical students.

Therefore, the history of Bellevue Hospital is actually a history of New York City and the history of the development of medicine in the United States.

After the formation of Manhattan, New York, the bustling and increasingly prosperous port, just like Venice and Florence centuries ago, quickly became a gathering place for microorganisms and viruses around the world. .

For example: smallpox, measles, influenza, scarlet fever, diphtheria and other malignant infectious diseases will break out from time to time in Manhattan's slums, ports and other places. .

By the mid-19th century, New York's population was approaching one million.

With the continuous influx of large numbers of new immigrants, the total resident population + floating population in New York City once exceeded tens of millions~

The city's high-density population made it an ideal target for a cholera epidemic.

At that time, people did not have the ability to fully understand the pathogenic mechanism of cholera. .

Therefore, whether people who enter Bellevue Hospital for treatment can survive the disease can only depend on their own resistance and elusive luck. .

The same was true for diseases such as typhus epidemics that followed~

There have also been incidents where a large number of medical staff at Bellevue Hospital died in the line of duty due to negligence and inadequate protection at work.

These crises eventually led to the continuous upgrading of the hospital management system ~

The New York City government has also begun to classify the hospital's general care and emergency care, chronic diseases and infectious diseases.

Over several generations, Bellevue transformed from a bastion of the "lower Irish" into a public hospital providing emergency medical services to New York's poor and working people.

This is also the origin of Bellevue's reputation.

Of course!

Whether historically or today, Bellevue serves not just the poor, but everyone.

If the President of the United States and dignitaries from various countries become ill in New York, it will also be one of the designated hospitals for emergency treatment.

Therefore, in New York, "send to Bellevue" has become the most common colloquial expression for people over the long history.

It is a habit, a ritual, and a test and sustenance of life and death.

. . .

Manhattan, First Avenue.

Bellevue Public Hospital.

Susan, accompanied by Cui Yingying, led her mother Sarah to the corner in front of the hospital and waited patiently.

Soon.

At the gate, a middle-aged doctor with gray hair walked out.

While he was looking around, Susan came up and chatted with him in a low voice.

Afterwards, Susan called Cui Yingying and her mother Sarah, and followed the middle-aged doctor into the hospital.

. . .

Bellevue Public Hospital, in the Psychiatric Building.

Susan and others followed the middle-aged doctor into his office and sat down.

The middle-aged doctor saw Cui Yingying closing the door and smiled at Susan.

"Zina told me everything about your mother's condition~"

"This time, we just get to know each other briefly and have a casual chat~"

"This will help us understand each other better, and it will also help us in the future..."

"I'm not sick!" Susan's mother, Sarah, suddenly retorted.

"Hehe~"

"Ok!"

"Then we can not meet in the hospital from now on~"

"Leave your address to me later ~ I will visit you regularly."

"Okay, thank you!" Susan quickly handed the small note she had prepared to the doctor.

"Hmm~"

The middle-aged doctor took the note, glanced at it, raised his head and smiled at Susan and asked.

"Now... let's talk alone, how about it?"

"Ok!"

"Mom, we are right outside the door~"

"Stop being so resistant... okay?"

"..."

Sarah's mother, who had recovered well after recuperating in recent days, looked up at the concern and encouragement in her daughter's eyes, bit her lip, said nothing, and just nodded slightly.

"ok~"

"Excuse me!"

Susan, after smiling and nodding her thanks to the middle-aged doctor, she and Cui Yingying walked out of the office.

. . .

in the hallway.

Cui Yingying put her arm around Susan's shoulders, walked to the rest area against the wall a few meters away, sat down, and comforted her.

"Didn't the psychology professor at the Presbyterian Hospital we went to say that before~"

"The psychologists at Bellevue Hospital have accumulated rich experience and methods because they have been in contact with a large number of patients with mental illness all year round."

"Just like the professor just now, if Zina didn't help contact him..."

"It's impossible for us..."

"I know~"

Susan lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers, and said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

"My mother committed suicide many times as far back as I can remember."

"Her character is introverted and weak. When faced with... insults and beatings, she would just hold me tightly in her arms and cry softly..."

Cui Yingying nodded silently and said in a low voice with some empathy for this.

"When I was in Xiangjiang, I also heard about patients similar to your mother..."

"They are psychologically severely traumatized~"

"So, in ancient Eastern medicine, this disease is also called: heart disease."

"Heart disease is different from the external injuries we encounter every day~"

"Heart disease needs a heart medicine doctor!"

"..I know!"

Susan lowered her head, got into Cui Yingying's arms, and shed tears silently.

Cui Yingying stroked her hair with her hand and continued.

"Look at my hands..."

"These are all traumas that we can completely cure with treatments, drugs and other medical methods~"

"But they will still leave us with scars that we can never get rid of after the wounds heal."

"It is conceivable that the deeper the wounds left in your mother's heart, the larger the area of ​​the wounds. The scars left behind will slowly make her lose the will and courage to continue living."

"So, what we have to do now...all we can do is divert her attention away from those scars~"

"Let her regain the courage to live, stay with you and your brother, and continue to enjoy a normal, ordinary life!"

"..Um!"

Susan wiped away the tears on her face with her fingers, opened her arms, and hugged Cui Yingying tightly~

For a long time, he didn't let go.

. . .

When people are waiting, they always feel that the time is extremely long ~

ten minutes later.

The middle-aged doctor opened the door in the office, waved to Susan and smiled.

"Come on, we're done talking~"

"Uh... ok!"

Susan walked quickly to him, pulled him away from the door, and asked in a low voice.

"My mother, she...?"

"Hehe~"

"Do not worry!"

"Almost every month, we have several patients who are very similar to her~"

"She's not in the best condition... and she's not in the worst condition."

The middle-aged doctor turned his head and glanced at Cui Yingying, who was approaching, and continued to speak to Susan.

"Her long-term domestic violence and abuse have accumulated psychological trauma..."

. . .

ten minutes later.

Susan and the three walked out of Bellevue Hospital.

Her mother Sarah, when she walked to the street and was about to get in the car, suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at the door of the hospital, her eyes full of complexity and resistance. .

Susan gently stroked her mother's shoulder with her hand and whispered comfort.

"We will never come here again!"

"We're just at home, okay?"

"..Um!"

Mother Sarah looked at her daughter Susan, who was already taller than herself, raised her hand to tidy up her hair that was flying in the wind, nodded and said.

"Let's go home!"

"Ok!"

----

Manhattan.

Stanley fourth floor.

David met and chatted with Bob for a while, answering some of his questions, and then chatted with Yuri Orlov for a while.

What David didn't expect was that Yuri actually proposed a "good idea" to him.

To put it simply~

It was during this period that Yuri read and learned a lot of economic and financial related knowledge, and also summarized some of the experiences he had had, as well as the legends he had heard~

Yuri suddenly felt a "glitter" in his head, and came up with a "good idea" of using the name of "investment" to issue credit loans to the ordinary middle class, and then collect these loans for investment.

. . .

David finished listening to him. .He had almost the same "good idea to make money" as the legendary liar, Ferdinand Walter Demara II. Feeling particularly ridiculous, he stared at Yuri for a while and asked.

"You came up with all these yourself?"

"Yes~"

"Then have you checked the relevant legal knowledge?"

"researched!"

Yuri leaned on the table with shining eyes and whispered.

"Bob and I found Lawyer George last night and had a few drinks together~"

"He said that this kind of business of helping middle-income people apply for credit loans is done by some intermediaries on Wall Street and some mortgage departments of banks~"

"They will give this money to those who have stable jobs and incomes, and directly suggest to them where to invest their money to have lower risks and higher returns!"

"So... you just thought of the plan we are preparing to invest in?"

"Bingoo!"

"boss!"

"Don't underestimate this investment!"

"These small amounts of funds... can become a huge amount... under the operation of gathering sand into a tower..."

"Ok~ Man, I understand!" David waved his hand to interrupt Yuri's words, couldn't help but smile and raised his hand, pointing at him.

"Are you going to go astray and become a liar?"

"This is illegal lending + illegal fund-raising! Do you understand?"

"I didn't! How is it possible?"

"That's what the business counters of intermediary companies and banks do~"

"Why can't we do it!?"

David felt angry and funny, waved his hands, and explained.

"You know my commonly used credit card, right?"

"Uh... I know!"

"It is a new business that banks use to encourage people with stable incomes to increase their daily impulse consumption, and then encourage them to spread their bills in installments to earn interest differences!"

"Wait a minute and listen to what I have to say..." David waved his hand to stop Yuri's explanation and continued.

"Man, we are an investment fund company, not a bank, and we are not one of those intermediary companies that just talk and fool people just to make money~"

"We...uh..."

When David said this, he suddenly felt a flash of light in his head, illuminating a corner that he had never cared about.

He raised his hand and made a stop gesture to Yuri, frowned, and thought seriously~

Lending? !

Emm. .

In New York, lending is not the exclusive business of banks!

Sidrich is a professional private lender in Manhattan~!

So, is it possible that the legendary liar Demara knew this and came to her door? . ?

PS:

Regarding this street murder case in London, some information on the Internet shows that the victim Markov was poisoned to death after being stabbed in the leg or foot with the tip of an umbrella coated with ricin.

In this chapter, I used the improved explanation of the venom assassination weapon given by the CIA when it was questioned by US senators in 75~

Namely, the pneumatic poison umbrella assassination weapon.

Also: The CIA pistol that can shoot frozen venom bullets is an electric pistol modified according to the appearance of the 1911 pistol, and a red dot sight is installed on it. The effective shooting distance is about 100 meters.

The venom in the frozen venom bullets is said to be a deadly toxin extracted from some marine shellfish.