Manhattan Reborn 1978

Southeast Texas, Houston.

It’s approaching noon~

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

David walked out of the study alone and looked at Mr. Tianniu who had been waiting for a long time and asked.

"Have you made an appointment?"

"Yes~"

The beetle glanced at his watch: "It is now around 18:7 pm in Paris, France, and there are still [-] minutes left in the time agreed with Mr. Will H. Somerset, Duke of Beaufort."

"Um.."

David walked to the phone, looked around the empty living room, then looked into the kitchen, and said.

"At noon, you can have lunch here too."

"Okay." The beetle "transformed" a notebook from nowhere, sat diagonally across from David and nodded.

David sat back on the sofa, trying his best to clear his mind. After a moment of silence, he asked again.

"Do you know where Carnes is? I want to speak to him."

"Know!"

The beetle quickly flipped through the notebook and displayed a page in front of David: "If you want to contact Kanes Rothschild, you only need to find Bill Gutherland who is following him."

"He has been in Paris in recent days and has never left."

"Bill?"

David nodded as he recalled meeting Bill Guseland in Honolulu, Hawaii.

"Do you have any information on him?"

"There are some~"

The beetle did not look through the notebook this time and answered directly: "Bill Gutherland was born in February 1945 in Blackpool, a small town in northwest England."

"His mother is a British female soldier, and his biological father is an American soldier preparing to participate in the Normandy invasion."

"American soldier? Normandy?" David became somewhat interested in this part of Bill's life experience, and waved his hand for Mr. Tianniu to continue.

The long-horned beetle paused for a moment, then continued: "Bill Gutherland, whose real name is Charlieson Penig."

"His father followed nearly a million soldiers of the American Army in February 1944 and arrived at the forefront of the Allied counterattack on the European continent, the British mainland!"

"The small town of Blackpool is now a very popular seaside tourist city in the UK during the summer."

"But during World War II, Blackpool was used by the British government as a major staging area to receive American troops from across the Atlantic, and many logistics personnel were deployed for pre-war training and preparation coordination."

"Bill's mother is a female soldier in the British Army's logistics force."

"She only had contact with Bill's biological father for a few months before giving birth to Bill..."

"Subsequently, Bill's father participated in the Normandy invasion and died on Omaha Beach."

"Bill's mother raised him on her own until he was 8 years old and established a new home."

"Bill therefore changed his original name and moved to Birmingham, the second largest city in the UK, with his stepfather, and successfully completed primary school and secondary school."

Mr. Tianniu stopped when he said this.

David asked curiously: "What's behind?"

"No more~"

"...No more, what do you mean?"

The beetle spread its hands and smiled helplessly: "I only found out that Bill attended a high school in Birmingham and was almost expelled from school for fighting and stealing."

"The following personal information about him is all blank~"

"I think someone should have deliberately erased his history..."

"Um..." David scratched his head with his hand. He felt a little confused at first, but then immediately thought of himself and asked with raised eyebrows.

"If I want to erase the history of going to school in my hometown town, do you have a way?"

"This... is difficult!"

The beetle patiently explained David's sudden "whimsy": "The United Kingdom when Bill was a boy was in the chaotic era of post-war reconstruction."

"The town in your hometown where you lived and grew up has never been affected by the war."

"It's very simple to erase all kinds of historical records about you. It's an impossible task to shut up everyone who knows you."

"We can't kill them all, right?"

"Okay, I know I asked another stupid question."

David took the initiative to admit his "mistake" to Mr. Longhorn, looked down at his watch and said.

"It's almost time. You go ahead and dial."

"Ok!"

. . .

ten minutes later.

David put down the microphone in his hand, frowned and thought for a moment, then asked Mr. Tianniu.

"Have Rolls-Royce and Bentley, the two British car brands, been in poor operating conditions in recent years after they were spun off from Rolls?"

The beetle was also surprised and shrugged, shaking his head and saying, "I don't know anything about this information."

"If you ask me, you might as well ask Elena or Otis Parker."

"Um.."

David nodded, gradually becoming more interested in the Rolls-Royce and Bentley mentioned in the phone call with the Duke of Beaufort.

"Let's put this aside for now."

"You call Bill Gutherland for me first."

"Ok!"

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

In the morning light~

The butler Acklade walked to the dining table carrying two plates of breakfast made by the maid Chasida and smiled at Susan's brother Johnny.

"Here's your cheese and ham sandwich!"

"Here's your mother's fried eggs and bacon and toast..."

"I'd also like a glass of juice, thank you!" Little Johnny saluted the butler Aclade very politely and raised his hand.

"Okay, please wait."

With a smile on his lips, Aclade glanced at the front lawn the moment he turned around, and quickly walked into the kitchen.

On the front lawn.

Polly took her sister Manchi's hand, wiped the sweat from her head, and smiled at the panting Susan, Madonna and Miranla Webster.

"How do you feel now?"

"...Not bad!" Susan glanced behind her at her mother, Sarah, who was trying to "support" herself as she walked back, and said with a smile.

"If we can insist on getting up early every day to exercise, we should soon become the most charming girls on the beach~"

"That's right~"

Polly rubbed her belly with her hand and asked her sister Manqi, whose mental state had obviously improved a lot.

"What about you? It's been a while since you exercised, right?"

"how do you feel?"

"Whoo~"

Manqi took a deep breath, shook her head and smiled: "This is much easier than taking care of children~"

"Hahahaha~"

I couldn't help laughing when I recently heard Manqi's "experience" emotion.

Madonna hugged Mirella next to her with sweat on her face, deliberately looking at her seductive curves wet with sweat with lustful eyes, and teased.

"Wow~!"

"Wait a minute, don't even think about taking out the palm of my hand again!"

"..." Mirala blushed and lowered her head, not knowing where to put her hands for a moment.

Polly and Susan noticed something very "keenly", looked at each other, and walked into the holiday house hand in hand as if nothing happened.

Manqi stood there with her hands on her hips, glanced thoughtfully at Madonna and Miranla, and then looked at her sister Polly who was pulled into the holiday house by Susan for a while, then lowered her head and followed them in.

. . .

after breakfast.

Madonna and Milan were in their room, packing their bags and chatting.

The little Zach, who was going to take the two of them to the airport later, knocked on their door and stood at the door with a smile.

"Hey~ are you ready?"

"It's coming!"

Madonna walked out of the bedroom carrying a large box and saw the little Zach complaining.

"Where's your brother? Why didn't he come?"

"Haha~ He is downstairs, and he is a little embarrassed to enter your room."

Madonna scratched her head with her hands and pointed at the big box on the ground.

"If he doesn't come, how are you going to get it down?"

"Isn't that easy?"

"The two of us carry it down!"

"..." Madonna was speechless.

Mirala also dragged an oversized suitcase and walked out of the bedroom with a smile.

"Fortunately, each of us only has one box to carry. If there were a few more..."

"Cut~"

Madonna slapped the box hard and complained: "Filling it up has cost me all my savings!"

"another one?"

"Who can give me money?"

"Hahaha~"

The little Zach smiled and took out a wad of cash from his pocket and put it into Madonna's hand: "Here, these are for you to use after you get off the plane back in New York."

"Um...what do you want to do?" Madonna raised the cash in her hand and winked at him and asked.

"Hey~"

The little Zach deliberately made a sigh of relief: "How can I watch the two of you return to New York without even having 50 yuan in total?"

"50.." Madonna blinked and thought for a moment, then turned to Miranla and asked.

"Do you still have some money there?"

"Have!"

Miranla took out her wallet from her pocket, took out a Franklin and smiled.

"We still have 100 dollars left!"

"ok~"

Madonna handed the money in her hand to the little Zach again.

"$100 is enough for us to take a taxi. You should keep it for yourself."

"Milanla, have you collected the underwear I left hanging in the bathroom for me?"

"No.."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"Oh..." Miranla

"..." This was the first time that little Zach encountered a situation where he took the initiative to give money and was rejected. .

He stood there and watched as the two girls walked around the room. Suddenly he shook his head, smiled, put the money away, and shouted.

"You guys wait, I'll call my brother to come up and get the box!"

"Oh~ you should have let him come up a long time ago?"

"Hurry up!"

"..."

. . .

After about half an hour.

Madonna and Miranella stood on the front lawn, hugged Polly, Mankey, Susan and others one by one and said goodbye, got into the Zach brothers' car, and left.

Everyone watched the car leave the courtyard and go away.

Polly turned to look at the maid Chasida and asked, "Are you leaving tonight too?"

"Ok!"

"But the tattoo on your body... isn't finished yet?" Polly walked up to Chasida and took her hand and asked.

Chasida felt the heat in Polly's palm, nodded slightly and explained: "The master in Byodo-in said that he has completed the outline of the overall pattern, and only needs to dye and modify some details, and the entire pattern will be complete. ”

"So, I plan to go back to New York and find his apprentice for help to finish the finishing touches."

Polly blinked in confusion and turned to look at Susan.

Susan took a deep breath, walked up to the two of them, looked at Chasida with a calm expression, and explained to Polly in a low voice.

"Every day 2 hours in the morning, 2 hours in the afternoon, 2 hours in the evening..."

"I don't know how she endured the excruciating pain..."

"But I know she's decided, right?"

"Yes!" Chasida nodded vigorously, with a "rare" smile on her lips.

Polly stared at Chasida silently for a while, then turned her around and walked towards the holiday house, whispering.

"I will accompany you to change clothes first, and then go talk to the master of Byodoin."

"Manchi!"

"You go back and tell mom and dad that I won't be going to eat at noon."

"Okay." Manqi walked slowly to Susan's side, looked at the two sisters entering the holiday house, and asked with a frown.

"She needs to leave in a hurry...where?"

Susan showed a helpless and relieved smile: "Go find David."

"Oh..." Manqi responded casually and asked.

"What about you? Aren't you going with her?"

"No~"

Susan turned her head and glanced at her mother Sarah, who "consciously" walked to the small tree in the distance, slightly raising her head to enjoy the sunshine, and whispered.

"These days on the island have been the most worry-free, happiest and happiest time since I was a child."

"So I want to spend more time with my mother, and let my brother Johnny slowly adapt to... the new life!"

"...ok!" Manqi had heard stories about Susan and her family from her sister Polly.

A worry-free, happy and happy life.

Susan, found it.

What about yourself?

Manqi has let herself fall into a strange circle again.

----

Manhattan, New York.

It's approaching evening~

42nd Street, Wildfire Restaurant.

In a separate room on the second floor.

Xina Osevia and Janet Patrick were chatting casually while holding menus.

The restaurant chef Zhang Wenbiao (Brother Biao) knocked on the door and walked in wearing a white chef uniform and asked with a smile.

"Two beautiful ladies, what would you like to order?"

"Haha~ Come here and sit down first!"

Zina pointed at Brother Biao and asked, "When did you come back from California?"

"I just came back in the afternoon." Brother Biao nodded to Janet, who was not very familiar with him, sat down next to Zina and smiled.

"I brought you gifts, but I just left them at home and didn't take them over."

"However, I have sent someone back to get it, and I will be back soon!"

"A gift? Thank you!"

Zina happily put down the menu and asked Brother Biao about his experience in going to San Francisco.

Brother Biao then took his family to San Francisco, where he and his master Zhang Maochang, his junior sister Cui Yingying, and his junior brother Zhang Jiaan briefly talked about all the new and interesting things about spending the traditional Spring Festival.

After listening, Zina asked him about Cui Yingying's medical treatment.

Brother Biao looked at the concern in Zina's eyes and patiently told the story of junior sister's medical treatment in San Francisco.

"She...can only do surgery?" Zina sighed in surprise after hearing this.

"Yes!"

Brother Biao subconsciously glanced at Janet, who was still pregnant, and whispered.

"Professor Conkers said: With the current medical level, it is impossible to determine the true condition of her ovarian tissue without surgery."

"The only way is to do a small operation and confirm it with your eyes..."

"Only in this way can we decide the next step of treatment or which artificial insemination plan to adopt."

Xina took Janet's hand beside her, and the two looked at each other silently.

Brother Biao stood up proactively, put a smile on his face again, and asked.

"I just went to the kitchen, and very fresh Boston lobster arrived today..."

"How about you two try our lobster dinner again?"

"Okay~" Xina took advantage of the situation.

"Please give us two more... non-alcoholic cocktails and vegetable salad."

"No problem~Please wait!"

Brother Biao, let’s go.

In the room, quiet down.

Janet, quietly looking at Xina who was deep in thought, changed the topic and spoke softly.

"You just forgot to order wine for our guests!"

"Hmm~"

Zina quickly calmed down her emotions, shrugged and said with a smile: "Don't worry!"

"Mayor Hardman is a gentleman and would not blame us..."

"Hahaha~" Janet couldn't help laughing and teasing when she heard that Zina actually used the word gentleman to address Mr. Hardman, the mayor of New York.

"I heard that his wife and lover ran away..."

"What about you?"

"Don't you have any idea about him?"

When Zina heard Janet's deliberate "suggestion", her face showed a look of sudden realization, and she nodded repeatedly.

"Yup!"

"Mayor of New York, wife of Mr. Front Hardman."

"This title sounds great!"

"Hahaha~"

----

Manhattan, Gramercy Hotel.

Located in a luxurious suite on the 16th floor.

Ms. Griselda Blanco, the "free person", was sitting at a small table, shaking the wine glass in her hand, and asked her old friend Mr. Lion sitting opposite.

"You came all the way from Miami... to talk about cooperation with me?"

"Ok!"

Pablo Escobar, the drug lord of Medellin, Colombia, the general agent in Miami, the middle-aged man nicknamed Lion glanced at the wine glass in Blanco's hand and said cheerfully.

"Gustavo, before I come, let me say hello to you on his behalf."

"Oh?"

Blanco quickly recalled the several meetings he had with Pablo's cousin Gustavo and smiled.

"He remembers me?"

"Thank you!"

"Haha~" Mr. Lion nodded, his eyes slowly turned around Blanco, and he started to talk about the topic.

"Those Mexican bastards have pretty much cornered the cocaine distribution market since you left Miami."

"Not only do they want us to lower the price and improve the purity of the cocaine, they also require wholesalers to pay a 30% deposit in advance to get the goods."

Blanco smiled with a little playfulness and continued: "So you came to me this time to get the contact information of wholesalers from me and establish a distribution channel of your own?"

"That's right!"

"Now that you have decided to withdraw, there is no use keeping those wholesaler sales channels..."

"As long as your offer is not outrageous, we can accept it!"

In order to express his sincerity, the lion took out a 1000-meter dollar bill that had been discontinued from his pocket and slowly pushed it in front of Blanco.

Ps:

Before 1969, the United States issued many 1000 dollar bills.

Later, in 69, it was officially announced that it would stop issuing banknotes with a face value of 1000 meters. The maximum denomination of banknotes in circulation was only 100 meters.

Today, in many collectibles stores or pawn shops in the United States, you can still see 1000 yuan being traded as alternative collectibles.

Its value has subsequently doubled, tripled, or even more. .