Manhattan Reborn 1978

Houston, Texas.

In the sunset glow of dusk~

Along the highway outside Houston International Airport.

David leaned against the car and looked up at the shrinking flights in the sky, and then slowly relaxed from the passionate parting.

He really didn't expect that Zina would travel thousands of miles to stage a more than ten hours of "experience class" for him because of Elena's "bad idea".

David never dreamed that with his memories of two lifetimes, he would be shocked by Zina.

In particular, Zina also specially prepared several sets of "professional uniforms", coupled with her professional-level first-class "acting skills", which made David. .

how to say. .

The course content is great!

Very very cool~

It’s far more enjoyable than watching hundreds of “art films” dedicated to art!

. . .

After a while.

David asked the driver, One-Eyed Andres, for a cigarette, lit it and blew out the smoke.

"What have Old Cui En, Lawrence and the others been busy with in the past few days?"

One-eyed Andres lit one for himself, blew out smoke rings and said with a smile: "They are looking for old comrades and contact them to help purchase an A-10 attack aircraft nicknamed Thunderbolt II."

"Um... didn't you say you wanted to buy a Chinook helicopter?"

"Why do you want to buy an attack plane again?" David asked confused.

One-eyed Andres shrugged and said he couldn't figure it out, and said with a smile: "Old Cui En said that his friend Daniel Buper proposed a condition for cooperation on behalf of the Texas Rangers."

"We will cooperate with the Texas government to fund the purchase of three aircraft that have just entered service at the US Air Force's Arizona Air Force Base in 75."

"But because of its original design concept and appearance, it was not designed to have high speed and high maneuverability like the F-15 and F-16, so most pilots in the Air Force disliked it, jokingly calling it ~ only A warthog slowly crawling in the air..."

"Warthog?" David felt funny and threw away the cigarette butt, opened the car door and smiled.

"Yes~"

One-eyed Andres also flicked the cigarette butt away, opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, smiling: "They are a bunch of bastards who are used to flying high-speed fighter planes in the sky. They don't understand the difficulties of us ground troops at all."

"I read the relevant information about the Warthog attack aircraft~"

"Its design concept is to provide near-frontline air-to-ground fire support and to be able to carry a large number of weapons and ammunition at the same time. It must have excellent endurance and cover a wide range of combat radius."

"So, it not only has a powerful cannon that can destroy highly mobile mechanized troops on the ground, but it can also hover over the war zone in a low-speed and long-term flight mode, discovering local heavy firepower points in time and striking them."

Andres started the car and put it into gear, glanced at David who nodded slightly in the rearview mirror, and then said.

"Old Cui En said that his friend Lieutenant Colonel Bupper lobbied many state government lawmakers in order to provide the Rangers with a plan to add air support and air force strikes, and finally finally finalized it."

"So he hopes that you can go beyond the conditions you agreed to purchase Chinook helicopters before..."

David spread his hands and said, dumbfounded: "So he wants to ask me for money again, right?"

"...Yes!" One-eyed Andres swallowed back the words that were on his lips and nodded.

"Hmm~" David saw that he seemed to have something to say, shook his head slightly and smiled.

"Although I don't understand these very well..."

"You can give me money."

"I'm going back to New York with my mentor tomorrow. Please ask them to contact me at any time for specific figures."

“We are all our own people, it doesn’t matter how much we spend!”

"But you also help me tell Old Cui En and Lawrence to tell them to understand the situation and not to be fooled!"

"Okay~" One-eyed Andres said with a hint of lightness in his voice.

David also smiled, crossed his legs, and began to think about his work and life plans after returning to New York.

----

on the Pacific.

On a medium-sized oil tanker off the coast of Toyama Prefecture in the central and western part of the island country.

Yuri Orlov and Kihara Nobunari, wearing heavy cotton coats, braved the cold wind on the sea and looked at another oil tanker slowly approaching in the distance.

ten minutes later.

As the distance between the two tankers got closer and closer, he could already see Marat and Popov standing on the deck tanker in the distance with his eyesight. Yuri let out a relaxed breath and smiled at Nobunari Kihara beside him. .

"It seems that his trip to Nakhodka Commercial Port went very smoothly this time."

Kihara Nobunari did not respond immediately. He frowned and looked at Popov standing next to Marat in the distance. After hesitating for a moment, he looked around and whispered.

"Don't you think he went a little too smoothly this time?"

"...Huh?" Yuri heard Kihara Nobunari's words, looked at Marat who was waving in the distance with some surprise, raised his hand and asked in response.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"It's nothing."

Kihara Nobunari also raised his hand and waved it far away, and replied in a low voice.

"I think even the boss has made the Mi Army and the Yasuda family accept the conditions for cooperation again. Behind the Nakhodka Commercial Port and Popov are the people who sell crude oil to us."

"Hundreds of thousands of tons and 200 million barrels of crude oil are traded twice a week."

“Isn’t he too energetic?!”

"There...are there forces inside here that we don't know about..."

"That's enough!" Yuri understood what Kihara Nobunari meant, interrupted him directly, turned to look at him and said.

"A few months ago, I was an unemployed vagrant and a gangster living in my parents' restaurant..."

“I am able to stand here now only because of my boss’s appreciation and trust.”

"I have no confidence in my abilities, but he completely trusts me..."

"I can only do my best to work for him!"

Yuri looked at the silent Kihara Nobunari, spoke a little more slowly, and said again.

"Of course~"

"Like you, I also want to take this opportunity to fight for myself."

"Boss, the division of tasks given to the three of us is very clear."

"I am responsible for receiving the goods, meeting the seller's conditions and selling the goods. You are responsible for coordinating the loan, payment and temporary transportation and storage. Marat is responsible for communicating with the seller."

"We are only middlemen, working independently and cooperating with each other."

"Don't interfere with each other and supervise each other."

"So, as long as you and Marat don't do anything that harms the boss's interests or does anything excessive, I won't ask about it, let alone report it to the boss."

"I hope you do too!"

"Okay." Kihara Nobunari obviously agreed with Yuri's attitude and nodded lightly.

"They're stopping the boat. I'll go inside and take a look."

"Yes." Yuri looked at Kihara Nobunari's back disappearing from the cabin door, took a deep breath, and quickly thought about the questions he had just deliberately raised in his mind, hesitating whether he should call back to New York to report.

----

Europe.

London, England.

A misty morning~

Trafalgar Square.

It is located in the center of London, with the City of London to the east, London's busy Soho district to the north, Whitehall Street to the south, and the Royal Palace not far to the southwest. Its moderate location and beautiful buildings make it one of London's most iconic buildings. One of the famous places.

Otis Parker was sitting in a coffee shop next to the square.

From the window next to him, he looked at the people wandering around in the mist outside, and smiled at his old friend, the intelligence businessman Mr. Fair, who was sitting opposite.

"So, you promised David Romano not to sell any information about him?"

"Yes." Mr. Fair smiled very relaxedly.

"He made a really good price and I couldn't refuse."

"I can only refuse those cheapskates who come from Italy..."

"Oh." Mr. Parker nodded in understanding and changed the topic.

"Have you gained anything recently?"

"Yes~"

Mr. Fair immediately became energetic. After pondering for a few seconds, he leaned forward and asked in a low voice.

"What you are most interested in right now must be...information about oil prices, right?"

"I just received a piece of information last night. It's very accurate. It only requires... ten thousand pounds!"

"Ten thousand?"

Mr. Parker shrugged with a smile in his eyes: "Okay, you can tell me first."

"it is good!"

Mr. Fair bent over and moved his chair so that he could sit next to Mr. Parker and whispered a few words.

Mr. Parker raised the corners of his mouth, blinked a few times, and asked with a smile.

"This costs ten thousand pounds?"

"Are you crazy?"

"You are the one who is crazy, right?" Mr. Fair retorted unceremoniously.

"This is the first-hand information I received from an internal meeting of OPEC member states!"

"Now, except for Saudi Arabia and Iran, which have not clearly stated their opinions, the remaining member states have privately formed a temporary price-raising alliance, preparing to follow the recent wave of speculation in the international crude oil market and make another huge profit!"

"High Price Alliance?"

"Hehe~"

"Who got the name?"

"Me!" Mr. Fair said with a smile as he raised his left hand and rubbed his fingers.

"They are all prepared to deliberately find excuses to delay and reduce crude oil exports, so that the demand gap in the international crude oil market cannot be filled in the short term, which will help oil prices continue to be speculated by international speculators~"

"The higher the oil price, the more they make. If it were me making the decision, I would do the same."

"Yes~"

Mr. Parker slowly took out the checkbook from his inner pocket, wrote a check for one thousand pounds and handed it to Mr. Fair, jokingly.

"In my eyes, this information is only worth so much~"

"Deal!" Mr. Fair put away the check without hesitation and said with a smile.

"Congratulations~ You are the sixth person to buy it."

"One thousand is already a lot!"

"Tsk tsk~"

Mr. Parker looked at the traitorous character on his face, shook his head and asked with a smile.

"Is there anything else besides this?"

"Have!"

Mr. Fair sat up straight, leaned close to Mr. Parker and whispered: "As the security situation in London has become worse and worse in the past two months, the government cannot effectively solve the problem of increasing unemployment."

"So many foreign banks in the Financial City have begun to stop the business of issuing loans to external parties, and have increased their efforts to issue collection letters to some companies and individuals with credit problems or delayed repayments."

"As a result, many people are speculating whether these foreign banks will choose to temporarily withdraw their funds and invest in the United States because of the bad economic situation in the UK!"

"Recently, two French banks have reached a consensus at an internal meeting and decided to begin to comprehensively reduce their investment in the City of London and shift to investing in the commodity futures market and foreign exchange futures market in New York and Chicago."

"Oh?"

Mr. Parker asked with great interest.

"Besides them, has anyone else decided to leave?"

Mr. Fehr raised his eyebrows and said with a bitter smile with a hint of "pain in the flesh" in his expression.

"We are all our own people, and this piece of information... I will give it to you for free~"

"I heard that several banks headquartered in Frankfurt are quietly selling stocks in the financial market, converting funds from pounds to rice dollars, and preparing to flow out of the UK."

"Frankfurt?" Mr. Paco nodded thoughtfully.

Mr. Paco continued: "Most of the American banks in the Financial City, in just about two weeks after the Federal Reserve announced that it would continue to raise interest rates, they successively transferred billions of dollars outside the United Kingdom!"

"Currently, the rate of capital outflow is still accelerating!"

"But there are exceptions!"

"Both Morgan Bank and Chase Bank, both headquartered in New York, have not moved funds out of the UK recently. Instead, they have increased the inflow of funds."

Mr. Fehr carefully observed his old friend's microexpression and saw that he didn't seem surprised. He slowly confirmed his guess and smiled.

"Do you have any information on this? Can you share it with me?"

"Okay~"

"Ten thousand pounds!" Mr. Parker imitated Fair's behavior just now, stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

"what?"

"I just told you the information for free, and you actually asked me for money?"

"Of course!"

"I have always believed that intelligence must be worth the money!"

"If you think it's expensive, you don't have to buy it."

"I.."

Mr. Fair twitched the corners of his mouth twice, took out the check he had just collected angrily, and slapped it on the table.

"Give it back to you!"

"This is all, can I sell it?"

"Deal!" Mr. Parker put away the check, tilted his head and extended his right hand to his old friend.

Mr. Fair slapped his hand away in frustration and stared at him "viciously".

"Hahaha~" Mr. Parker laughed heartily and whispered.

"I have actually known the information you heard~"

"But you definitely don't know what I'm about to say!"

“Because JPMorgan Bank and Chase Bank are both preparing to enter the stock market and buy a large number of stocks of high-quality companies at the bottom of the increasingly serious financial crisis~”

"They even want to take back actual control of some companies from certain families or certain people!"

"Really?"

"real!"

"..." Mr. Fair frowned, stared at his old friend for a while, took out his checkbook from his pocket, and asked.

"Ten thousand pounds per company name!"

"Are you daydreaming~?" Mr. Parker couldn't help but complain.

"This piece of information will involve tens of millions of pounds, and you will give me ten thousand?"

"Then how much do you want?" Mr. Fair felt that he seemed to have fallen into the trap set by Odis Parker. .

Mr. Parker suddenly raised his finger and pointed out the window and said with a smile: "Look~"

"...?" Feier turned his head and looked over, searching for a moment in confusion, and finally landed on a familiar yet unfamiliar person.

"That's...David Romano who's been hiding?!"

"Hahaha~" Otis Parker smiled and patted his old friend on the shoulder, ready to get up and go out to find this member of the Sidrich family and have a good chat~