Manhattan Reborn 1978

Houston, Texas.

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

Professor Armstrong Bartlett, holding a few photos in his hand, looked at the student David with a strange expression, and asked while suppressing a smile.

"These were all taken by you on Valentine's Day...?"

"Well..." David glared at Leslie and Livlin who were hugging each other and laughing, and explained with a stiff expression.

"That day, we were in the hotel..."

"Okay..." Professor Bartlet covered his chest with his hands, tried hard to calm down the urge to laugh, and changed the topic.

"Paul called me several times in the past few days and discussed with me the formula you proposed and the dollar index."

"Valentine's Day is over."

"Is it time for you to continue writing the manuscript as planned?"

"Of course!"

David stood up and walked to the professor's side, took back his "dress-up guy" photo, thought about it and asked.

"What is the most common issue that Professor Paul Samuelson and you discuss on the phone?"

"Exchange rate!" Professor Bartley immediately gave the answer.

David smiled and shrugged, put the photos in his pocket, and said with a smile: "The floating exchange rate system implemented today has various classifications~"

"For example: According to the different prices at which banks buy and sell foreign exchange, it can be divided into buying exchange rate, selling exchange rate and intermediate exchange rate."

"According to the different delivery terms of foreign exchange futures contracts, they can be divided into spot exchange rates and forward exchange rates."

“According to different methods of setting exchange rates, they can be divided into basic exchange rates and arbitrage exchange rates.”

“According to the different exchange rate controls in each country, it can also be divided into official exchange rate and market exchange rate.”

"According to different perspectives of measuring currency value, it can also be divided into nominal exchange rate and real exchange rate."

“In addition, as more and more member banks join the Society for Worldwide Interbank Financial Telecommunication (SWIFT)~”

"Divided according to the payment tools and methods of foreign exchange transactions, there are also wire transfer exchange rates, letter transfer exchange rates and draft exchange rates."

"Among them, the wire transfer payment method of transmitting the payment authorization letter to its foreign branches or agent banks by telegram or telex, due to its fast speed and high efficiency, prevents banks from occupying customer fund positions."

"Therefore, when banks use wire transfers to transfer large amounts of funds across countries, they generally use a higher exchange rate as a handling fee."

"Credit remittance is a payment method in which a payment authorization letter is sent via the post office to the bank at the place of payment and then transferred to the payee."

"Since it takes a certain amount of time to mail the payment authorization letter, the bank can occupy the customer's funds for temporary allocation during this period."

“Therefore, the corresponding exchange rate for letter transfer is lower than the exchange rate for wire transfer.”

"As for the exchange rate of the money order..." David spread his hands to the instructor and smiled.

"In the catalog of the manuscript that I revised, the first four chapters are: Introduction, Financial Markets, Banking, and Macroeconomic Control."

"In the last big chapter that has not yet been completed, I would like to focus on an overview of opening up financial markets."

"Because with the rapid development of the world economy and information technology, the trend of world economic integration will become more and more obvious~"

"The exchange of goods, technology and services between countries is increasing day by day. The sovereign currencies of various countries in international commodity trade exchanges will inevitably involve the issue of which currency to use for payment and settlement and which method to use for settlement."

"This is also the basic financial knowledge that people generally need to understand under open economic conditions."

"Hmm~" Professor Bartley listened carefully to David's thoughts, turned to look at Leslie and the two, and said with a smile.

“Now that you have a specific content idea, what are you waiting for?”

"Okay~" David deliberately winked at Leslie, the "best bad friend", and made a contemptuous gesture to Livlin, the "unscrupulous friend", turned around and strode into the study.

Leslie patted Livlin's arm and prepared to say goodbye to Professor Bartley.

But Livlin had no intention of leaving, and directly waved her hand to let him go first, and she wanted to stay, which surprised both Professor Bartlett and Leslie.

Livlin shook her head slightly at the two of them: "I want to talk to the professor alone."

"Uh... Okay." Leslie suppressed her curiosity, said goodbye to the professor, and turned around to leave.

Professor Bartlet looked at her with curiosity.Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, he asked with a smile.

"Do you have something to ask me?"

"Hmm..." Livlin no longer looked as happy as she had been in teasing David, and whispered with a little helplessness in her expression. .

. . .

in the study.

While rubbing his hands, David teased Toby Olga: "Did you just hide behind the door and watch the fun?"

"No~" Toby would not admit that he eavesdropped, so he held back a smile and raised the folder in his hand, explaining.

"You mentioned a lot of professional terms in economics and finance in your manuscript."

"But I never knew about some of them, so I had to ask for help from my colleagues who used to work in the City of London."

"Look, for example, this rice dollar index..."

----

new York.

It’s approaching noon~

Manhattan, in an apartment on 53rd Street.

Zina led Mary Sue B. Tryon around in the apartment where she had lived for more than ten years.

By the way, she also introduced another girl who lives here temporarily, Michelle Pfeiffer.

"Michelle Pfeiffer participated in the beauty pageant in Orange County, California and won the title of Miss Orange County~"

"After she joined our CAA company, I helped introduce her to a TV series and a movie being produced by Da Film and Television Company, and she played a small cameo role in each."

Zina invited Marisu into her bedroom, and the two sat on the edge of the bed.

She looked at Mary Sue with deep eyes and chuckled: "Oh, that's right!"

"The TV series that is being filmed is the one that will be broadcast on HBO's evening schedule."

"If you have time these days, you can go to the Wildfire Bar. David used to work as a bartender in that bar for three years."

"Okay!" Mary Sue looked around at the various furnishings around her, her expression didn't change much, and she asked seemingly casually.

"You have been in New York for so many years, and your family or relatives have never looked for you?"

"Yes..." Zina stood up and walked to the cabinet by the window, took out a thick photo album from the drawer, put it on the bed and smiled.

"Look~this is my half-sister Celis."

"More than ten years ago, when I first bought this apartment, she came to see me with her boyfriend~"

Mary Sue sat next to Zina, looking at the photos in the album, and exclaimed: "She is so beautiful!"

"Yeah..." Xina also sighed.

"Her father has part of Oriental blood, and she inherited almost all the advantages of her mother and father's appearance - a tall nose, big sea-blue eyes, fair and delicate skin, and her height is over 175."

"When she came to New York to visit me, her boyfriend looked at the men around him all day long like a thief, always afraid that Thelice would be taken advantage of by them."

"Hahaha~" Mary Sue immediately imagined an interesting scene of the young couple walking on the street, and shook her head with a smile.

"How could your sister Celis fall in love with such a small-minded man?"

"Haha~" Zina flipped through the photo album in her hand, memories flashing in her eyes.

"After Seris left me that time, she came back alone not long after."

"When she came back, she brought me a letter from my mother..."

"My mother said in the letter that Celis's boyfriend has been chasing her since fifth grade and she can't get rid of her even if she wants to."

"So, Celis took the opportunity of coming to New York to see me to completely show off her cards to that young man~"

"Um...what happened next?" Marisu asked, not expecting that Celis's story would take a huge turn so quickly.

"Later~"

Zina pointed to a photo in the album and continued to recall: "Selisi's academic performance in her hometown was very poor. She didn't even get a high school diploma..."

"I helped her find a job first, and suggested that she study part-time and get a self-study college diploma, and then make plans~"

"Serlis followed my advice and got a diploma with straight A's in public relations in about two years."

"I asked her to quit her job and introduced her to a friend who worked in the customs as her work assistant..."

"Serith, very smart!"

"She learned how to put on makeup and follow fashion trends to dress herself up..."

"Compared to the first time she came to New York, she looks like a completely different person~"

"In the past few years of working in the customs, she not only broadened her horizons and network of contacts, but she was also surprised to find that she could not get drunk no matter how much she drank."

"So, my friend found a way to regularize her temporary job status, and took her to various social gatherings every day. She used her talent of not getting drunk after a thousand drinks and her exotic and charming appearance to solve many difficult problems. .”

"After several years of transformation, Celis has always been surrounded by people who are crazy about pursuing her~"

"There are Wall Street elites, multi-millionaires, famous Broadway singers and artists, and a PhD student who graduated from Columbia University and stayed at the school to teach..."

"She was able to deal with these men very calmly without making anyone feel left out or looked down upon."

Mary Sue's eyes fell on a photo in the album, and she asked with confusion: "Is this...?"

Zina suddenly glanced at Mary Sue intentionally and smiled.

"This photo is from a group photo of Seris and her husband and their children by the Hudson River when they came to New York to visit me a few years ago."

"Instead of choosing the best partner, she married a Spanish trader, left New York and moved to Madrid."

"Uh... Why?" Mary Sue tilted her head in confusion, confused. .

Zina touched the photo with her fingertips and smiled softly: "I also asked her this question quietly."

"She said that although there has always been a shortage of all kinds of outstanding men around her, she did not feel that unspeakable sense of security from any of them."

"I asked him again~ Do you feel safe enough from your current husband?"

"She smiled and shook her head and told me that a sense of security can never be given by others..."

"As long as your heart is strong and confident enough, there is no such thing as a sense of security~"

"Uh..." Mary Sue blinked in surprise, thinking about this unexpected answer.

Zina slowly turned the album to the end, pointed at some of the photos, and said with a smile: "Look~"

"This is her manor house on the outskirts of Madrid."

"This is the beautiful scenery she took when she and her family were driving to the beach for vacation~"

"This is her son and daughter, as well as the child who is about to be born in her belly..."

"After the birth of her third child, I was invited to Madrid to attend the celebration she held for her child."

"That night the two of us sat in the yard, watching her husband and the children chasing and playing, and talked a lot more."

"She said that the men she had met were all the same, and she didn't want to take the trouble to distinguish which ones were sincere and which ones were fake."

"So, she may never be able to truly fall in love with a man wholeheartedly in her life~"

"She only loves herself!"

"..." Mary Sue was silent.

Zina slowly closed the photo album, stood up and put it back in the drawer. She picked up a photo she took more than ten years ago and thought about her own thoughts.

----

Manhattan.

Lunch time~

East 62nd Street, in a Spanish restaurant.

Marat Poyezhnev put down the tableware in his hand, looked at his old friend Yevsi Borisovich Agron, and asked in a low voice.

"Did you bring your stuff?"

"Um.."

Agron, the leader of the Bear Country immigrant gang in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, took out a bulging envelope from the inside of his head, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it in front of Marat.

"I didn't keep any backups."

"After this time, we don't owe each other anything."

"..." Marat put his hand on the envelope, stared at Agron for a while, and nodded without opening it in person.

"At six o'clock in the evening, you bring people here."

"They are all the people you need, so I won't come." Agron smiled and picked up the tableware again.

Marat put away the envelope, took a deep breath, picked up the tableware, smiled and whispered.

"How's Emil doing lately?"

"Did he get you into trouble again?"

"fxxx!"

"Can you please forget about that bastard?"

Agron felt that he had lost his appetite in an instant, and complained with a look of disgust on his face: "Emir, whose mind is full of muscles and violence, almost killed two people in the past few days."

"Haha~ Where is Kavoa?" Marat felt his mood improved a little and asked again.

Agron reluctantly picked up the wine glass, took a sip and sighed: "He gives me more headaches than Emil."

"Ever since he went to Baltimore, he became completely addicted to drugs. Now he has to smoke once every morning to stay awake."

"Oh?" Marat said with a frown, resisting the urge to laugh.

"You have to keep an eye on him, otherwise he will definitely cause you big trouble!"

"I know~" Agron nodded in agreement.

"correct!"

"In a few days, some old friends are coming from Copenhagen."

"Do you want to see them?"

"Copenhagen? Smuggling?"

"Um.."

"Forget it~" Marat thought for a few seconds and shook his head.

"I have already booked a flight for tomorrow night to fly to the island nation of Tokyo."

"I'll see them again after I finish my work this time."

As he spoke, Marat took out his wallet from his pocket and placed a stack of one hundred rice dollars in front of Agron.

"Give this money to them for me."

"Good~"

"I'll treat you to this meal!" Agron quickly collected the money and raised his glass to signal to Marat.

"Have a safe journey, my friend!"

"Thank you!"

. . .

Half an hour later, outside the restaurant.

Marat looked at the car disappearing on the far corner of the street, took out the envelope from his pocket with his right hand, opened it and checked it carefully.

Then, he looked around, walked quickly to the alley far away, took out his lighter, squatted down, and lit the envelope.

The contents inside were wrapped in a yellow brown paper envelope and soon a small flame ignited.

The jumping flames reflected on Marat's face, heralding the final shackles on his neck, finally. .

"Huh~" Marat watched quietly as the envelope burned completely, and the ashes left behind floated away in the wind. He exhaled a long breath and muttered a few words silently in his heart.

Is this a final farewell to the past?

hehe~

Do not!

This belongs to him. .newborn!