Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

night~

Manhattan.

On the eighth floor of the Blue Crystal Hotel, in Professor Bartley's suite.

Tonight's host, Professor Bartlet, is sitting in the main seat.

Giles, Bloomer, David and Pine sat on one side of the table in turn.

David Rockefeller Sr., Paul Samuelson, Lilith, and Bob Rockefeller sat on the other side of the table.

Bob is the third brother of David Rockefeller Sr. and the grandson of Louis Rockefeller.

Due to his personality and the large number of descendants of the Rockefeller family, he is a child with a low sense of presence in the family. .

When he was a child, he was inadvertently ignored by his parents and siblings as a "transparent person" many times. .

So since he was a child, he liked a cousin, Leslie Rockefeller, who was willing to pay more attention to him and was willing to chat and play with him.

However, since Bob graduated from high school and successfully entered the University of Chicago, he can only see his cousin Leslie during the school holidays every year.

He grew up and went to college and made new friends, and so did Leslie.

David Coleman must be the most special of all Leslie's friends.

. . .

Dinner officially begins.

Everyone was sitting at the dining table, eating delicious food, and chatting about Professor Bartley's recent recovery.

Professor Paul Samuelson put a piece of fish into his mouth, put down the tableware, picked up the wine glass, and joked to his old friend.

"I heard from a friend that drinking red wine is good for keeping your heart healthy."

"Would you like some?"

"Which friend of yours said this?"

"I promise that when we meet next time, I will put a bottle of red wine into his mouth first...!" Professor Bartley retorted sharply.

"Hahaha~" Everyone at the table laughed.

Lilith, who was sitting next to Professor Samuelson, raised her wine glass and smiled at Professor Bartley.

"Whether drinking red wine is good for your heart, I don't know."

"But recently I have been chatting with several medical experts and biologists, and they all believe that excessive consumption of sugar and salt can cause damage to organs such as the heart."

"so.."

Professor Bartlet raised the knife and fork in his hand, looked around the dining table, and said with a wry smile on his face.

"So, from now on I can only eat grass like a goat?"

"Hahaha~" Everyone laughed again.

Old David joked with a smile while chewing the food in his mouth.

"There's nothing wrong with eating grass."

"My family doctor told me that eating more vegetables and fruits can relieve and prevent constipation, reduce the burden on gastrointestinal function, and maintain a healthier weight."

"Haha~" Professor Bartlet raised his eyebrows and laughed dryly, lifted a cut steak with a fork, and said with a crooked smile.

"I've never had any problems with constipation."

"I am a carnivore and must eat meat every day!"

"You like to eat grass and be healthy..."

"I don't care!"

Old David deliberately pointed his fork at the vegetable salad on the table and smiled.

"This tastes good, you really don't want to taste it."

"do not want!"

"Hahaha~"

Everyone saw the expression of resistance on Professor Bartley's face, and the laughter that had just "fallen" echoed in the restaurant again.

David carefully observed the expression on his mentor's face amidst laughter and found that his eyes were full of smiles. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to "Little Transparent" Bob and asked.

"I heard from Sam that you're heading to central Missouri tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Haven't you already been there? Why are you still going?"

Bob put down the tableware and noticed from the corner of his eye that everyone's attention was on Professor Bartley. After pondering for a while, he explained in a low voice.

"The last time I drove to the central states for market research, I passed through St. Louis, the largest city in eastern Missouri, on my way back."

"Because I had to return to New York in a hurry, I couldn't do more detailed work there..." After Bob started talking about work, his whole person became different.

Pine, who was sitting next to David, saw the confidence and maturity on his face and couldn't help but turn his head to glance at Giles across David and Bloomer. .

On Professor Bartley's side, although old David heard the conversation between David and Bob that deliberately amplified some of the sound, he did not pay too much attention to it. Instead, he looked at Lilith and asked.

"Are there any difficulties with the medical laboratory you recently set up?"

Lilith guessed that this was a topic that old David was very interested in and smiled.

"The medical laboratory we established in cooperation with Maybelline is mainly to develop cosmetics that are more suitable for women."

"Well!" After hearing Lilith's explanation, Old David's eyes quickly flashed with disappointment, and he turned to Professor Bartley and smiled.

"My heart is probably dying..."

"Oh? What did the doctor say? Do you want heart bypass surgery too?" Professor Bartley heard this and immediately asked.

"Maybe." Old David joked easily, with no sadness or fear on his face.

"When I went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor told me that my heart was overwhelmed and there would be problems at any time."

"If I don't want to suddenly have a heart attack and die quietly one day, it's best to have an interventional surgery as soon as possible to eliminate the hidden dangers in advance."

"What kind of heart disease do you...have?"

"Coronary Heart Disease and Myocardial Infarction."

"...Same as me!" Barclay looked at Old David, as if he had found a sympathy for the same problem, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"I didn't expect you to be like me...lucky!"

"Hahaha~" Old David laughed out loud at the professor's cold humor.

Giles, who was sitting opposite Old David, rolled his eyes on the two of them and spoke.

"Since the professor's heart disease was diagnosed, I have tried my best to find many experts at home and abroad."

“In 77, Professor Ulrich Sigwart completed the world’s first operation using balloon dilatation to treat vascular lesions in Zurich, Switzerland.”

"Last year, he completed seven more surgeries using ultra-microballoons to dilate blood vessels."

"Grandpa David, do you know him?"

"Hmm..." Old David looked at Professor Bartley in surprise, and said in a teasing tone with a hint of envy.

"Although the balloon dilatation technique innovatively developed by Professor Sigvart can restore certain functional functions of blood vessels, it also has a certain risk of surgical failure."

"As of last month, he has performed this kind of surgery on nine people."

"Among these nine people, two unfortunately suffered from recurrence of acute vascular occlusion three months after the operation."

"One of the two of them was lucky enough to be rescued through emergency bypass surgery."

"The other person unfortunately passed away because he was far from the hospital when the disease occurred and was unable to receive timely treatment."

After Old David finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw that there was no expression of loss or disappointment on Professor Bartley's face.

"But we have to say that Professor Sigvart's innovative therapy has inspired many researchers."

"They believe that since balloon angioplasty can be performed intravascularly, of course it can also be made using materials such as stainless steel."

"It can be designed as a grid-shaped self-expanding vascular stent!" David, who had been quietly distracted, suddenly waved his hand to Bob and continued what David said.

"what?"

"You know?" Old David was surprised and looked at David and asked.

When David saw that everyone was looking towards him, he put away the relaxed expression on his face and answered honestly.

"Last year, I met two customers in the bar and heard them mention it."

"Later, I saw relevant reports in the newspaper and shared this matter with several guests as a topic of conversation."

"One of the guests who works at the City University of New York, when he heard me mention this news, said that his friend who works in the cardiac surgery department at Mount Sinai Hospital thought~"

"If the engineer who built the subway tunnel can be invited to the laboratory to explain his experience, it will definitely give experts who study intravascular stents more inspiration."

"Subway tunnel?"

"Yes."

"Professor Sigvart also said in an interview~"

“The prototype of his inspiration for the intravascular balloon stent came from accidentally hearing a friend talk about it. When digging a tunnel, an arch structure made of corrugated steel castings will be used as a support to prevent sudden accidents in the tunnel. The danger of sexual collapse..."

"To this end, I also specially found a customer who works in the New York subway. From him, I learned that the New York subway took too long to be built, and many tunnels need regular inspection and reinforcement to ensure the normal use of the subway."

"To replace the old rusted cast iron components supporting the tunnel, the new castings can only be made into loose parts that are easier to transport and install, and then reassembled on site."

"So the customer who works on the New York subway joked to me that we are all building block workers!"

"..." Everyone at the dinner table looked at David in silence and said nothing.

Lilith, who was sitting opposite David, had a flash of "brightness" in her eyes, then raised her glass and gave him a thumbs up.

Professor Paul Samuelson, who had been silently "making soy sauce" just now, saw Lilith's little movement from the corner of his eye, and said to David with a smile.

"What else do you know? Tell us together."

"ok~"

When David saw that everyone stopped eating and looked at him, he simply let go and continued.

"The customer who worked in the subway told me many interesting things after he drank too much."

"For example, the rails used in the subway are spliced ​​together one by one."

"When subway engineers design, construct, inspect and maintain, they also take into consideration the problems that railway tracks will encounter, such as thermal expansion and contraction!"

"Whether we are taking a train or a subway, we will feel that the carriage will pass through countless rail connections while traveling, producing regular vibrations and noises."

"And this kind of regular vibration, if it happens to be at the same frequency, will cause the rails and the foundation to resonate and send out destructive vibration waves to the surroundings."

"so.."

"Cough!" Professor Bartlet suddenly coughed lightly, looked directly at David and told him with his eyes - don't be nagging!

"Tsk..." David patted his forehead with his hand and said with a smile to everyone.

"Sorry, my old habit of always going off topic has happened again..."

"Let's get back to the point!"

"Actually, I think the balloon dilator proposed by Professor Sigvart is not suitable for long-term placement in blood vessels."

"Because blood vessels are like an oil pipeline buried underground, they have to work all the time."

"If it is clogged, the first thing we will think of is to find the blockage point and use tools to unblock it non-destructively."

"Of course~"

"It is also possible that this oil pipeline is in disrepair and cannot be solved once and for all by dredging methods."

"Then we have to change our thinking and adopt the method of dredging and expansion to make it..."

"I understand." Old David crossed his hands on the table, turned to look at Professor Bartley, and said.

“The self-expanding mesh vascular stent that David mentioned, I’ve only heard one person mention his idea about it.”

"Because the difficulty of making it is no less than making the most sophisticated chip with the internal structure of a computer, which requires a lot of time and money."

"so.."

"Yes." After hearing Old David's explanation, Professor Bartlett looked at David with a smile and nodded, and deliberately said in a tone of scolding the junior.

"Are you full? Why did you stop?"

"Well... not yet, I'll continue eating." David was stunned for two seconds, picked up the tableware and shrugged to everyone.

"Haha~" Everyone laughed again.

But this time, both Old David and Professor Samuelson stopped looking at it for a long time before moving away. .

This made "little transparent" Bob, who was sitting opposite David, feel both envious and disappointed. .

Bloomer, who had been sitting next to David the whole time, raised his glass to Bob and smiled.

"Hey Bob! Is this the first time we've met?"

"You have changed a lot recently!"

"Well... it should be the fourth time." Bob quickly raised his glass and replied to Blumer with a smile.

"The last time we met was at my grandfather's villa outside of San Francisco."

"Ah~ yes, yes!" Bloomer took a sip of red wine, tilted his head to look at the "food man" David, and nudged him with his elbow.

"Bob, now that we have almost completed the research on the domestic fructose syrup industry, what are you going to do next?"

"Ok?"

"Are you interested in this?" David asked, chewing the food in his mouth.

"Of course!"

Bloomer sat back in his chair, touched his friend Giles with his toes, and spoke in a slightly louder voice.

"Although you are a jerk, you never want to do risky things, and you don't like to waste time and energy casually."

"Tell us about it~ What are your follow-up plans?"

"Okay." David swallowed the food in his mouth, glanced at Bob, looked at Giles and Bloomer, and said.

"I plan to invest a sum of money first to try to integrate the domestic fructose syrup industry and prepare for the subsequent upstream and downstream mergers and acquisitions of fructose syrup production."

"Upstream and downstream?" When Giles heard this word, he immediately thought that David had wanted to buy shares of Coca-Cola and Pepsi-Cola, and asked.

“We all understand if you want to buy some shares of companies on the downstream demand side of fructose syrup.”

"But you also want to deal with the corn used to produce fructose syrup..."

"Do you want to buy land and build a super farm yourself?"

"Bingoo!"

David pointed at Giles and smiled: "Look, using your brain more will always get you more!"

"Uh..." Giles rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"That's right!"

“I just want to buy land!”

David pointed at Bob casually and said, "Originally, I planned to think about it carefully after I go back tonight and tell him about it tomorrow morning."

"But since you have all mentioned it now, I will just say it directly."

"My plan to buy land does not only mean buying land in China, but also buying fertile farmland and pasture all over the world!"

"Because I know that investing in land is a long-term return investment."

"But it is a very cost-effective investment for me now."

"We might as well settle some accounts first!"

"Suppose I am lucky enough to come across a guano island while buying land around the world..."

"stop!"

"You're dreaming again, aren't you?"

"Where in the world are there undiscovered and undeveloped guano islands?" Blumer directly stopped David's "daydream" and complained sharply.

"Hahaha~" Giles, Pine, Bob and Lilith all laughed.

David also smiled and spread his hands to several people and said, "I don't know if there are any guano islands in this world."

“But I know the Guano Island Act is still in effect!”

“Even if I can’t find an island covered with guano, I can still use the Guano Island Act in disguise to protect the land I purchased!”

“I bought the land and it’s mine.”

"Whether it's something that can be seen on the ground or something buried deep underground that we can't find yet!"

"I said so, do you understand?"

"..."

If these people can't even understand such a naked "castle declaration", they might as well find a plate and hit them to death. .

Pine rubbed his chin with his fingers, tilted his head and glanced at Lilith, and asked David with enlightenment.

"Is this why you wanted to buy a farm in Texas a few days ago?"

"Yup!"

David raised his right hand, pointed at his feet and smiled: "Texas is almost full of oil wells."

"But currently we are unable to use more high-tech means to detect valuable mineral deposits buried thousands or even more than ten kilometers underground."

"But as long as I buy the land, no matter what is buried under it, it belongs to me, and no one can take it away!"

"In ten or twenty years' time, scientific and technological exploration methods will become more and more advanced and accurate, and then I may become the next one by investing in this land."

"Haha~"

David drew two circles on his head with his index finger and joked to a few people: "I know luck is something that can't be seen or touched..."

"But don't forget, I have someone up there!"

"He/she/it will definitely not watch my efforts go in vain!"

"Luck will definitely come to me again!"

"..." Several people were speechless.

Only Bob, the most "innocent and simple", looked up along David's finger, looked at the ceiling and murmured to himself.

"There's someone up there?!"

"Hahaha~" Seeing his cute look, David covered his face and laughed without explaining anything.

Bloomer couldn't help but dig his ears with his fingers, turned to Giles, who also had the "impulse" to look up, and complained.

"Hey~ did you see it?"

"The stupid look Bob looks like now is exactly like you a few years ago!"

"Forehead.."

"Haha~" Giles scratched his head with his hand, looking at the confusion and confusion on Bob's face, he couldn't help but laugh happily.

"So, was I such a fool before?"

"..." Blumer was completely speechless.

----

at the same time.

In a high-end apartment on Manhattan's Upper East Side.

Marat Poyezhnev packed his suitcase, pulled it to the door of his house, turned to look at his somewhat bewildered wife and children, and whispered.

"When I go to the island country this time, it may take a few months before I can come back."

"You should take a good look at the divorce agreement I drafted with a lawyer."

"If you have any other requirements, you can go to the lawyer on the business card and make it clear."

"He will try to contact me as soon as possible to tell me everything."

"Children, I leave it to you."

"I can guarantee that you will never have to worry about money from now on."

"Because the price of getting these will require me to spend the rest of my life..."

"No!"

"We don't want money, you stay! Okay?"

"We don't live here anymore, we move out!"

"We don't want any more money! Don't leave!"

"I don't agree with divorce!"

"..." Marat looked at his wife who had been with him for many years with cold eyes, suppressed the heat in his heart, took a deep breath and shook his head gently.

"It's too late!"

"Since I decided to take you away from Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, our lives have embarked on a path of no return~"

"Because my current boss is not the Agron you are familiar with."

"He...is more dangerous than Agron!"

"You stay with me, morning and night..."

"We are not afraid!"

"We believe you won't..."

"I will!" Marat interrupted his wife again, looked at the "poor" children, gritted his teeth and opened the door, leaving a few words.

"Five years, maybe~"

"If everything goes well in five years, I will come back to you."

"Bang..." Marat walked to the elevator and heard the crisp sound of the door closing behind him. He clenched his fist and pressed the elevator button, bowing his head and saying nothing.

Just now, he almost couldn't hold back and blurted out. .

It's "it", not him!

Because Marat knew in his heart that its danger was simply immeasurable, leaving people with no place to hide.

Even if he is fully prepared for this, he cannot completely guarantee the safety of his family. .

It was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, ready to strike down at any moment. .

So, instead of living in fear every day or watching your family members die because of you. .

It's better to draw a clear line with them in advance, so that you can let go of all your hands and feet, devote all your energy, and fight like a desperate man!