Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Afternoon~

Manhattan.

An old Chrysler sedan with a brown red roof and a white roof turned right from the intersection of 40th Avenue and [-]th Street and entered the Lincoln Tunnel leading to Jersey City, New Jersey.

in the car.

The driver, Rich Roberts, rolled down the window at his side, threw the cigarette butts out, and smiled at attorney George McCarron, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

(Rich Roberts, introduced in Chapter 146, played by Russell Crowe, from the movie "Gangster".)

"Yes~"

"At that time, the bastard shouted at me with disbelief: No one can do what the Italian gang can't do, let alone the damn black man Frank Lucas!"

"Haha~" George smiled amusingly and shrugged.

"Then you used the facts about Lucas' crime to slap him in the face?"

"Um.."

Richie held the steering wheel with one hand and couldn't help but recall the past a few years ago and sighed.

"That bastard Lucas..."

"If he hadn't been so unforgivable, we might have become very good friends."

George glanced at Richie in surprise, chuckled and said, "He was sentenced to 70 years in prison, and you have done what you should do."

"..." Richie shook his head and drove the car out of the Lincoln Tunnel in silence.

George looked at the rapidly receding street scene in front of him and said, "I know you were unwilling to join my law firm before because I was too close to the Sidrich family."

"70 years ago, there was no Racketeer and Corruption Crime Act (rico), and the government had no way to deal with the gangs entrenched in New York~"

"But now that Rico is here, the police and FBI still have no good way to deal with gangs..."

"Why, you and I both know!"

Richie glanced at George out of the corner of his eye, relaxed his feet, and let the car slow down.

George didn't seem to notice, and continued to talk to himself: "Before I graduated, almost everyone said that top students who graduated from Harvard Law School would be desperately competed for wherever they go."

"But when I walked out of college and came to New York, I discovered that... here, everywhere is full of talented trainee lawyers who graduated from prestigious schools..."

"Harvard, Yale, Columbia, Cornell University, New York University, University of Chicago, Northwestern University, University of Pennsylvania, Stanford University..."

“Together, these top law schools in the country produce tens of thousands of graduates every year!”

"But how many of them can successfully find a job after graduation?"

"Not even half!"

"Not to mention there are people like you who rely on self-study to obtain lawyer qualifications..."

"The law firm I entered through the recommendation of my seniors has more than 10 newcomers in the industry who have obtained the lawyer qualification through self-study examination~"

"In just over two years, they allowed me to experience first-hand the so-called office philosophy, as well as all kinds of intrigues, benefiting oneself at the expense of others, climbing up by stepping on other people's heads, etc.~"

"If David hadn't gotten to know Giles and Pine, I might have left New York and gone to a small place in the South to work as a consulting attorney for a legal service center..."

George showed a self-deprecating smile and tilted his head to look at Richie: "You have seen my family members too."

"After I graduated from Harvard Law School, I still had more than 5 yuan in student loans."

"They can't help me, I have to rely on myself!"

"So I.."

"Cough, cough!" Richie slowed down the car a little, coughed twice, and said with a smile.

"You are now the boss of your own law firm, and your partner is David Coleman. You are busy working ten hours a day, and there are no capable people around you to help."

"Of course I won't refuse this kind of job where I can make money casually."

"Haha~" George smiled, glanced at the back seat, and continued.

"It just so happens that this time you are willing to come over and help me with the work of the security company."

"I will explain these power of attorney to the soldiers later, and then you will be responsible for registering the soldiers' identities and instructing them to sign."

"Okay~" Richie asked curiously when he saw the red light that was about to light up directly in front of him and accelerated with his feet to pass it.

"When I was preparing these commission materials, I wanted to ask..."

"David wants to establish a mutual fund for the soldiers of the security company. What exactly does he want to do?"

"Uh..." George was speechless.

He turned to look out the window, recalling everything David had said, slowly showing a smile, and whispered.

"Perhaps, he is just like you... He is a person who is willing to give up something for a certain goal in his heart."

"That's right~"

"While on vacation in Hawaii, he asked us a question. Do you want to hear it?"

"Okay~"

"Ok!"

A smirk appeared on George's lips, he cleared his throat and said, "This is a quick question and a quick answer!"

"Please listen to the question~"

“你去水果店里买水果，老板告诉你今天苹果特价，1元1公斤、2元3公斤、3元4公斤、4元5公斤、5元6公斤！”

"Q: How many kilograms will you choose to buy?"

"Answer quickly~"

"Uh..." Richie slowed down the car and tried to answer under George's constant urging.

"Five yuan and six kilograms?"

"Hahaha~"

George patted his leg, laughed and shook his head: "Congratulations, you are as stupid as me!"

"..." Richie glanced at George speechlessly, and also laughed~

----

the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Island country.

After midnight~

In the southern suburbs of Toyama City, Toyama Prefecture, in an ancient style building at the foot of the Tateyama Mountains.

Toshiki Wada's hands were hidden in the wide sleeves of traditional kimono, and he bowed to his teacher Genjie Sawagawa with shame.

"Please forgive my short-sightedness and ignorance..."

"Ah~"

Gensuke Sawagawa, who was nearly seventy years old, looked at Toshiki Wada whom he had trained with his own hands, shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Whether I forgive you or not has nothing to do with whether you know where you went wrong!"

"But Kaedeichiro, he..."

"Dang!" Gensuke Sawakawa knocked twice on the coffee table next to him, interrupted him, picked up the teacup and said.

"He is him, you are you!"

"You try to show off your cleverness, but you end up doing something stupid and making things worse..."

"What does it have to do with him?"

"..." Toshiki Wada stretched out his hands hidden in his sleeves and pressed his body lower, not daring to speak any more. .

Gensuke Sawagawa took a sip of tea, slowly exhaled the hot breath, and looked at Toshiki Wada silently, but a very strange feeling of relaxation surged in his heart.

Toshiki Wada, are you smart?

Yes!

But his mistake was that he was too smart!

Gensuke Sawakawa turned his head with a slightly complicated look and looked at the wall diagonally opposite, where a very beautiful "Bamboo" hung.

"You go to Tokyo first~"

"Go to find Mag Ludwig...my old friend Jeffrey Rand who came here specifically to visit."

"Then we will fly to the United States again and try to resolve this matter satisfactorily as soon as possible."

"...Yes!" Toshiki Wada lowered his forehead deeply and responded in a muffled voice.

----

Southeast Texas, Houston.

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

David covered his forehead with his hands and walked out of the study, waved to the people sitting in the living room, and asked.

"Have you all had lunch?"

"Ah."

"Already eaten~"

"Ok."

David walked up to Lawrence, the head of the security company, Cohen, and Jackal, and asked with a smile.

"Why are you all dressing up like cowboys?"

"Hahaha~" Jackal laughed and was about to say something, but Cohen immediately pushed him and told him to keep his voice down.

Lawrence turned his head and glanced at the study, and laughed softly: "We are staying at the farm of old Cui En's friend these two days, so of course we have to dress up as the Romans do."

"Ok!"

David nodded in agreement: "I'll go to the kitchen to eat first and I'll be back soon."

"Ok!"

. . .

10 minute later.

David asked as he sat down next to Lawrence holding an apple, looking at his brand new cowboy hat.

"Old Cui En proposed that DA Security Company come to Texas to establish a branch base. What do you think?"

Lawrence, Cohen and Jackal looked at each other and said with a smile: "We have no objections, we all listen to you!"

"Tsk..."

David made a big-eyed expression, chewed the apple in his mouth, and said vaguely.

"The situation here in New York and Texas is completely different."

"Let's put aside whether Old Cui En's proposal is selfish or not, and just focus on what benefits this matter will bring to the soldiers of our security company!"

"My personal opinion is that building a sub-base here will not only allow us to expand more business, but also give the soldiers one more choice."

"If any of them don't want to go to New York and just want to find a quiet place to live, coming to Texas is a very good choice."

"However, the climate, folk customs, and living and working environment are different, so everyone's feelings will naturally vary greatly."

"So, you must explain this matter clearly to everyone after you go back, so as not to cause misunderstanding!"

"Um.."

Lawrence smiled and shrugged: "You forgot to mention something!"

"The attitude towards private gun control here is also very different from New Jersey and New York."

"Yes."

David raised his apple and joked: "Everyone in Texas wears a cowboy hat and has four guns in his waist. When he meets people, he likes to say Howdy and his accent is always weird."

"I saw a young man on the street a few days ago. There were two lines of words printed on the back of his coat: God bless Texas, not the United States!"

"Hahaha~" Cohen grinned and gave David a thumbs up.

"Brilliant!"

"..." David stuffed the last bit of apple into his mouth and shook his head with a smile.

----

It's approaching evening~

Northwest of Houston, eastern suburbs of the small city of Hempstead.

David returned to the farm holiday home in a car driven by Lawrence.

Sera's mother, who had been busy all day, saw her son coming back with a few strangers, and without asking any questions, she very enthusiastically let Lawrence and the three of them come into the house to sit down, and she pulled her son and said.

"Not long after you left in the morning, old Cui En took your father to play at a friend's house..."

"At noon, Elena and the others bought a lot of ingredients and decorations..."

"Your father has never had such a lively birthday before, this time..."

"Hehe~"

David smiled and put his arm around his mother's shoulders. The two walked into the restaurant and whispered when they saw the almost full table.

"In the past, every time Dad celebrated your birthday, the three of us would sit in the restaurant and spend it quietly~"

"In the future, you will have to get used to the increasingly lively birthdays and life."

"Because now there is Salonia, there is Loisa, and there is me and my wife and children!"

"We will be a very happy big family, and we will never be lonely again."

Sera's mother looked at the maids Chasida, Elena, Salonia and "troublemaker" Loisa who were busy in the kitchen, opened her mouth and smiled.

"I'm used to a lonely, quiet life, and it might not be easy to change that."

David kissed his mother on the cheek and said in her ear: "But I remember that you used to be particularly envious of Sena's mother's house where the children were running around."

"Who said that!?" Sierra's mother tilted her head, saying that it was impossible for her to envy the life of old Malkin and Sena.

"Hahaha~"

David pulled his mother to sit at the dining table, waved his hand to the dishes on the table, and said with a smile.

"A quiet life is good~"

"Duchess Deborah's children are not around. Is that kind of quiet life what you want?"

"No!"

"That kind of life can't be called quiet, it should be called...lonely!"

David took his mother's hand, put it on his cheek, looked directly into her eyes, and whispered.

"I've made an arrangement with Polly to start the baby when we get back to New York."

"Polly will bring little Lindsay and little Bernice over in the next few days, and they will try to live with us for a while."

"What do you think?"

"Really...?" Sierra's mother asked in surprise.

"Yes!"

David looked at his mother's cute expression of surprise with a hint of confusion and joy. After thinking about it, he decided to tell her about Polly's sister Manqi's divorce.

After hearing this, Sierra's mother sighed a few words to her son, then immediately looked at him warily and asked.

"Manchi...!"

"You won't treat her too...?"

"Uh...Mom!" David patted his forehead with his hand and explained with a bit of laughter.

"She is the sister who watched me grow up, and she is also my relative!"

"How could I treat her..."

"Hey~" Sierra's mother stared at her son for a while, and seemed to be sure that he really had no thoughts about Manqi, and then sighed with a smile.

"There are enough women around you, don't provoke Manqi again, you know?"

"Absolutely not! I swear!"

"Haha~" Shiala's mother looked at David raising his right hand to swear, rolled her eyes at him, and patted his arm and asked.

"When will Polly come with the children?"

"Should we prepare some daily necessities for them?"

"Need not!"

David kissed his mother "hard" again and said with a smile: "There is one more thing I want to tell you secretly first!"

"...What is it?" Sierra's mother asked with some excitement in her heart when she saw her son pretending to be mysterious.

"It's nothing-"

David gestured to his mother to look towards the living room and explained: "I plan to let the DA security company come to Texas to establish a branch base."

"So, when I'm choosing a location for the new base here, I'm going to buy a small farm by the way."

"Buy a farm?"

"Correct!"

"Why? Didn't we already buy it in Hawaii..."

"That's different."

David smiled, winked at his mother, and whispered, "Because Texas also has a name, the Lone Star State!"

"..." Sierra's mother looked at her son silently, swallowed back the words that had reached her lips, and nodded lightly.

----

new York.

Evening~

Xincheng Restaurant, Chinatown, Manhattan.

The boss, Zhang Jinhong, was holding a few bottles of good wine he had just "borrowed" from Shirley's father, and smiled at Zhang Maochang and Zhang Jia'an, who had just gotten off the plane.

"Wen Biao's shop is busy. Cui Yingying went to look for him. She might not come back until later."

"We won't wait any longer!"

"Come~"

"This is a toast to you on behalf of Wenbiao's parents!"

"Thank you for your care, care and teaching of Wenbiao over the years!"

"Yes, you are too polite~" Zhang Maochang, the master of Brother Biao and Cui Yingying, raised his glass with a smile, touched it with boss Zhang Jinhong, and drank the drink.

. . .

Foreign country, good wine, old friends, night~

Boss Zhang has settled in the United States for many years and has opened a restaurant for nearly 30 years. Of course, his behavior is much smoother than that of Zhang Maochang and his son who hide in the kitchen all day and are busy~

He specially ordered Brother Biao's apprentice in the back kitchen to cook some of his best hometown dishes, and took Zhang Maochang, who was older than him, to talk about many ups and downs that he rarely revealed to others. .

"You have been to Chinatown in San Francisco. It is larger than here and has more people."

"But I guess if you walk around these two Chinatowns a few times, you will definitely find..."

"Chinatown, no matter where it is, there is an invisible wall!"

"The people inside the wall want to get out but are afraid of the strange world outside~"

"People outside the wall will definitely not come back here unless they have no choice."

"So, most of the people who are trying to come to the United States to prospect for gold in Hong Kong end up staying in Chinatown."

"Because this is a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor!"

Zhang Maochang put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the wine glass and smiled at Boss Zhang.

"Thank you for taking care of Yingying!"

"Hahaha~ You were too polite this time!" Boss Zhang picked up the wine glass with a red face and drank the wine with a big smile.

Young Zhang Jia'an watched his father Zhang Maochang and the restaurant's boss Zhang as old friends. The more they chatted, the more they became more and more speculative. He once again became strongly curious about the history that his father never took the initiative to talk about.