Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Evening~

Brooklyn.

Little Odessa, Crimean restaurant.

Yuri Orlov sat in a corner, looking down at several folders in his hand, frowning.

His brother Vitaly Orlov came out of the kitchen and greeted him while wiping his hands.

"time to eat!"

"...Oh~"

"Come here and help!"

"..Here it comes~"

Yuri reluctantly put down the folders, organized them all, got up and walked to the kitchen.

. . .

Family dinner time.

Yuri slowly ate his dinner in a daze, not hearing his father's complaints or mother's questions at all. .

Vitaly touched Yuri with his elbow and asked with a smile: "When will Ava Fangtian come back?"

"She has only been gone for a few days...Are you so out of your mind?"

Yuri glanced sideways at his brother and curled his lips: "I'm thinking about work!"

"Oh~" Vitaly made a long sound with disbelief on his face. .

Yuri's mother took the opportunity to ask: "Ava is coming to our house for Christmas and will she be with us?"

"Did you ask her?"

"Asked ~ she agreed to come."

"it is good!"

Yuri's mother smiled very happily: "I will do it tomorrow..."

Yuri's father seemed to know what she was going to say, and immediately interrupted dissatisfiedly: "Our family won't be able to celebrate Christmas!"

"...What?"

"You're not a Jew!"

"But I like this!"

"Haha~ Yuri, Vitaly and I are living alone!"

"you.."

"..."

Yuri and his brother have long been accustomed to this kind of daily "interaction" with their parents. .

Vitali took a sip of seafood soup with a spoon, turned to his brother and asked: "What have you been busy with these days?"

"Why do I always see you... so unhappy?"

"..Busy working!"

"What kind of work?"

"It's not every day that you..."

Yuri waved to his brother, stood up and walked to where he was sitting, took out a check from his brand new briefcase and placed it on the dining table.

"This is a holiday bonus given to me by the company..."

"..." Yuri's mother lowered her head and glanced at the check, but she didn't look very happy on her face.

She picked up the check and handed it to Yuri's father, and asked: "Yuri, you..."

"Yes~ I know!"

Yuri sat down, took a deep breath, and said with a helpless smile: "My boss has given me too much money!"

"This time, I originally wanted to refuse..."

"But he said that everyone should have a gift during the holidays..."

"That's why I accepted it..."

"Oh.."

Yuri's father put down the check, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I heard someone in church say that Wall Street companies recruit college students... and they don't get any salary for the first half of the year..."

"you.."

Yuri closed his mouth, picked up the tableware again, and after a moment of silence, whispered.

"I know... what to do!"

Yuri's father and his wife looked at each other and whispered to Yuri seriously: "Don't forget, son!"

"There is always something above you..."

"Yes, Dad!"

Yuri raised his head, glanced at the old ceiling of the restaurant, and joked: "They are the two flies that haven't been frozen to death... right?"

"...Hahahaha~"

The whole family laughed!

----

Manhattan.

In a luxury suite at the Gramercy Hotel.

Griselda Blanco, holding two glasses of wine in her hand, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, smiling at her attorney Field and New York's most famous lawyer (lawyer) Deacon Harris.

"Please~"

"Thank you!"

Deacon Harris, who looked like he was "not short of money" all over his body, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said with a smile.

"Attorney George McCarran, when he introduced me here, he said... you have a very difficult case, and you want to..."

"That's right!"

Blanco tilted his head and glanced at Field, pondered for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "This conversation we have will involve a lot of my personal privacy..."

"so.."

"Of course, Ms. Blanco!"

Deacon Harris put down his wine glass, unbuttoned his coat, crossed his legs, and smiled with great confidence.

"I will write down all our conversations tonight only with your authorization."

"Otherwise, I will forget it when I walk out of this door~"

"Hahaha~"

Blanco nodded with satisfaction: "ok~"

"A few years ago, I was wanted by the New York police for organizing human trafficking of drugs."

"What now? The police wanted order...hasn't it been withdrawn yet?"

"Yes!"

Deacon Harris nodded slowly and stretched out his hand to signal Blanco to continue~

Blanco narrowed his eyes with a smile and added: "In the past few years, I was running the cocaine business in Miami~"

"Cocaine coming from Colombia will go through my wholesale channel in Miami and be sold throughout the United States."

"A conservative estimate would be at least a few thousand kilograms..."

Deacon Harris lowered his head silently, stared at the toes of his shoes, and was lost in thought for a long time before asking.

"Are you being targeted by the DEA or FBI?"

"No~ none!"

"Then what do you think...?" Deacon Harris looked at Blanco with a big question mark on his forehead and asked.

"Hehe~"

"Money, I've made enough!"

"I want to do legal business~"

"So, I need a legal identity that I can stand in the sun without being chased for old debts!"

"..hiss~"

Deacon Harris took a breath, closed his mouth, frowned, and asked.

"Do you...have a tax return?"

"No~"

"Then... is there a legal company running under your name?"

"Have!"

"When was it established...?"

"This year!"

"..."

Deacon Harris put down his legs, pursed his lips and thought for a few seconds. He was about to say something when Blanco continued.

"I have some bargaining chips in my hand!"

"They should be able to help me reduce my sentence a lot..."

"Even, save me from being sued!"

"50 million yuan!"

"Lawyer Harris...as long as I can get a satisfactory result for this case~"

"50 is yours!"

"... Huh~"

"Ms. Blanco, this case...is not about money, but about what you said is the bargaining chip..."

"100 million!"

"...No! You misunderstood me. What I want to say is..."

"200 million!"

"..."

Deacon Harris turned to Field with a helpless expression and spread his hands: "Sir, I..."

Field was fiddling with a disposable lighter in his hand, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and interrupted him: "According to the announcement issued by the US government this year..."

"The average household income in the United States is 19630 meters!"

"It has increased by 76 yuan from 18700 yuan in 930!"

"That is to say, on average, if both husband and wife in each family have working income, each person's annual pre-tax salary is 9815 meters~"

"Mr. Harris!"

"Do you think...this number is very representative?"

Deacon Harris leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and began to feel intensely. .

Blanco's face showed a "certain victory" look. After waiting for a few seconds, he added more chips: "400 million yuan!"

"I just want that after this incident, no matter it is the DEA, FBI, IRS or other law enforcement agencies... they will never cause me any trouble again!"

"Mr. Harris!"

"Tomorrow morning, Field will go to your law firm with 200 million yuan in cash~"

"You also want to have a good day, starting in the morning, right?"

"..."

Deacon Harris cursed in his mind. .George McCarron, who had tricked him, smiled more bitterly and nodded slightly.

"Hahaha~"

Blanco picked up the wine glass and signaled to him: "Happy cooperation!?"

"...Yes! Ms. Blanco~"

"Oh, right~"

"There should be a confidentiality agreement in your briefcase, right?"

"Should we sign it now?"

Deacon Harris turned his head and glanced at the briefcase he brought, and George's "hateful" face immediately appeared in front of his eyes. .

"..OK!"

----

Manhattan.

42nd Street, above Wildfire Bar.

After dinner, David went to the top floor and started a "strengthening" plan to exercise~

After a while.

Butler Acklade led a man from the stairwell and smiled at David.

"Sir~"

"..oh!"

"Kihara Nobunari?!"

"How did you come?"

David's work assistant, Kihara Nobunari, nodded his thanks to the housekeeper Aklade, walked up to David and smiled.

"In the past few days, I followed your instructions and made several appointments with Yasuda Fengichiro and Wada Toshiki..."

"They all expressed their gratitude for your gift!"

"Oh?"

"Hehe~"

David glanced at Aclade who turned to leave, led Nobunari Kihara to sit down on the sofa, and asked.

"Tell me~ Do you have anything else to gain?"

"Yes!"

Kihara Nobunari licked his lips, drank a glass of juice at David's greeting, calmed down, and spoke seriously.

"I originally made an appointment with Kagyichiro Yasuda today..."

"But he changed his itinerary temporarily..."

"Later, when I was chatting with Toshiki Wada, I felt that his words were a bit strange~"

"So, I went... to investigate~"

"This morning, another group of people from the island country flew to New York!"

"They all belong to the Mitsubishi Bank of the Mitsubishi Consortium..."

"And these people did not come from the airport to stay in a hotel in Manhattan, but... went directly to Long Island~"

"..."

David showed surprise on his face, tilted his head and looked at Nobunari Kihara and asked: "How do you investigate...?"

Kihara Nobunari sat up straight, bowed slightly and said: "I... found three private detectives and gave them different tracking tasks, and then I learned that Yasuda Fengichiro went to JFK International Airport to pick up someone this morning..."

"Then their motorcade set off directly from the airport and went to Long Island..."

"Whoa~ private detective?!"

"Hahaha~"

David laughed a few times feeling very funny, got up and walked to the phone, thought about it, and laughed.

"You did a great job!"

"I... introduce someone to you~"

"His name is Odis Parker!"

Kihara Nobunari's eyes widened slightly, he quickly stood up, nodded and said, "Okay!"

"Haha~ Don't be so nervous~"

"I'll make a call right now..."

. . .

David picked up the phone and dialed out~

"..Hello~?"

"Otis?"

"Hmm~"

"You know my assistant Kihara Nobunari, right?"

"Yes, it's him!"

"Wait a minute, I'll ask him to find you~ You can help me teach him some... things he should know!"

"..Um!"

"He is from the island country and is very helpful to my plan! I also trust him~"

"..Um!"

"Yes~"

"When will your people arrive?"

"Okay ~ Hang up!"

. . .

After putting down the phone, David returned to his old seat, sat down, thought for a moment, and said, "I have many business plans, and I need an agent to help me complete them in the island country."

"Kihara Nobunari, are you willing to... go back to your country?"

"..Yes, sir!"

"I am willing!"

"it is good!"

David watched Kihara Nobunari suppress his inner fluctuations, his expression did not change much, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"Relax a little~"

"There are only two of us here, you don't need to be so nervous~"

"..OK!"

"Hehe~"

"Do you know... a family office (fo)?"

"Uh... I don't know~"

"Then ask Otis later, he will tell you..."

"..OK!"

David looked at Kihara Nobunari thoughtfully, slowly put away his smile, and whispered: "Although, we haven't been in contact for a long time..."

"But I believe that you are someone I can trust!"

"Man, our road... is still very, very long~"

Kihara Nobunari heard what David had not finished saying, stood up suddenly, bowed slightly and said: "Thank you for your trust, boss!"

"Um.."

"I will introduce you to some new friends at my engagement ceremony in a few days~"

"...Okay!" Kihara Nobunari stood with his legs straight and replied more respectfully.

. . .

Kihara Nobunari, gone~

David lay back on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes.

What is trust?

What is a test?

hehe~

The human heart is most afraid of repeated tests. .

What if we get the result that everyone least wants to see?

David scratched his cheek with his hand, put aside these "philosophical" worries in his head, and focused on it. .On top of today's gifts.

The old man Wisler transferred the money. .What should I do with program sponsorship fees?

Record another episode?

At this point in time, if you really want to record a show, what would you say?To whom?

This is another extremely difficult multiple choice question!

Emm. .

After rummaging around in his mind for a long time, David reluctantly turned his attention to the program material that he suddenly remembered today~

reason!

The rational man hypothesis, also known as the economic man hypothesis or the maximization principle, is the most basic premise assumption in traditional Western economics.

Economics is known as the most sought-after gem among social sciences~

As many people hope to see, it is invading traditional fields such as law, psychology, history, and other disciplines~

It uses popular language to describe social phenomena → uses all currently known economic theories to explain the principles of the phenomenon → predicts a future full of uncertain factors ~

The biggest shortcoming of economics today is this. .It is still in its second stage. It mainly uses many theoretical models of economics to explain various phenomena encountered in the economic development of various countries, and cannot predict the future relatively accurately ~

Therefore, after experiencing many economic crises that have swept the world, people now generally believe that economics has strong summary and explanation capabilities and is reliable in predicting crises. .Almost none~

"Hehe~"

A smile appeared on David's lips. .

As the famous economist Keynes once said, "Economists have successfully predicted 15 of the past five economic crises."

This all sounds outrageous. .It was a joke, but it didn't stop Men from giving up studying economics. .

Because many economists now believe that using extremely complex mathematical models to predict crises that may occur in the future is the most reliable research direction at present~

but!

David slowly sat up, tapped his fingers on the sofa, and chuckled to himself: "Economics, as an independent discipline under the social sciences..."

"Its core needs to be able to withstand testing + empirical evidence, rather than a mathematical model."

"Being able to make accurate empirical evidence on social phenomena or crises that have not yet occurred, and withstand testing, is the only correct direction for more than 20 economic schools today~"

"There is no one who can fight..."

"Do we have to rely solely on words to make a living?"

"Hehe~"