Manhattan Reborn 1978

Hong Kong.

On the east side of Kowloon Peninsula, Kai Tak International Airport.

A passenger plane flying from Tokyo landed smoothly on the runway.

Brotney Mejia stood at the passenger exit wearing a very conspicuous white trench coat, and soon spotted Odis Parker, who looked very "maverick" in the crowd.

The two people's eyes "collided" in the air several times, from far to near, without any verbal communication, and walked out of the airport side by side.

In a taxi on the road.

Mr. Parker, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the street scene and pedestrians retreating outside the car, and suddenly whispered in French.

"Is the driver the person you arranged?"

"No."

"Then let's talk?"

"Okay!" Brotney Mexia turned to look at Mr. Parker and asked in fluent French.

"I'm really surprised that you dare to come to Xiangjiang."

"Haha~" Mr. Parker asked with a smile, not caring about the sarcasm in her words.

"What exactly did you and David say in front of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo?"

"Guess what?"

"You can definitely guess it!"

"Yeah, I can guess that."

"David can guess it too!"

"Are you so sure?"

"Um.."

Mr. Parker looked forward, slowly loosened the civilized stick in his hand, and whispered in German.

"The closer you get to him and the better you understand him, the more you will find the difference in him~"

"He doesn't look like a high school graduate from a small town in New Jersey."

Mexia nodded slightly in sympathy with this, and also whispered in German: "At least I have never seen anyone like him, a young man who exudes strange charm all the time."

"so what?"

"Do you still plan to continue the mission?"

"..." Mecia pursed her lips and fell silent.

Mr. Parker waited patiently for a moment, feeling that she would not give a clear answer, and then said leisurely.

"I just returned to New York a few months ago. I stood on the rooftop of the Golden Coin Hotel, looking at the tall skyscrapers around me, and thinking about a question in my mind."

"Has our fate already been determined?"

"But no one can tell me the answer except God..."

Mr. Parker slowly turned his head to look at Mexia. The flashing neon lights outside the car made his expression look a little "changing."

"There are only two endings for you and me!"

"Either you remain anonymous and disappear from the world; or you try your best to achieve your wish and then accept the price you have to pay."

"Which one do you choose?"

"..." Mecia turned her head away, not looking into Mr. Parker's eyes, and said after a moment of silence.

"Last night, David took me out to spend the night alone..."

"Oh?"

"Haha~ He wants to help you!"

"I know."

"But I don't want him to do it again."

"why?"

"Are you afraid that he will be in danger?"

"..." Mecia was silent again.

Mr. Parker smiled amusedly: "Although, David often appears to be timid and afraid of getting into trouble."

"But his true courage is far beyond your imagination!!"

"What do you mean?"

"Of course it's a sigh~"

"The Sidrich family, which has been developing in New York for decades, can produce more than one billion dollars in black money...?"

"Where did all this money come from?"

"Selling illegal liquor? Underground casinos? Robbery and selling stolen goods? Collecting protection fees? Monopolizing the import and export trade of a certain industry?"

"Maybe."

"But I know that the Sidrich family has never dealt with drugs and has never been in the business of human trafficking."

"So how did they make this incredible fortune?"

"No one can deny that black money is money."

"The Sidrich family actually took out this amazing wealth and asked me to help them launder it all. Do you think they are very courageous??"

"When they gave all the money to David to help invest, David readily accepted it and promised to double it."

"Do you think David is very brave?"

"If it were you and me, would we dare to accept this money?"

"Do we really have the ability and confidence to put them into financial markets to gamble?"

"Any investment has risks!"

"Every adult knows this basic common sense."

"But what about David?"

"He never had any doubts about his investment plans...?"

“Where does his confidence come from?”

"How long can he predict more accurately?"

Mr. Parker paused deliberately and continued: "What exactly you want to do, or what you want to get from David, I have no interest in knowing."

"But you have to remind you of one thing!"

"Don't do anything that will endanger David's personal safety!"

"Otherwise, you and everyone behind you will pay an unbearable price!"

Mexia looked at Mr. Parker with complicated eyes, her whole body was tense and she didn't speak.

It wasn't until the car the two of them were traveling in arrived at the Peninsula Hotel that Mecia whispered before the two got out of the car.

"I never thought about being his lover."

"Haha~"

Mr. Parker gently waved the civilization stick in his hand, looked up at the Peninsula Hotel, and smiled.

"Men will clearly distinguish in their hearts the boundaries between play and marriage."

"He deliberately gets close to you in public. He is helping you and protecting himself!"

"But now that I'm here, he should no longer worry that you will become an unstable factor, and he will slowly regain his distance from you."

Mexia took out the change to pay the driver and stood silently watching Mr. Parker walk into the Peninsula Hotel, his mood getting worse.

. . .

On the west side of the second floor of the Peninsula Hotel, in the brightly lit banquet hall.

The owner of the hotel, Roland Kadoorie Sr., handed the cup to the waiter and led his son Michael Kadoorie to the door of the banquet hall, preparing to welcome tonight's guest of honor, Schroeder F. Rothschild.

After a while.

A tall and thin figure walked out of the elevator first, followed by several young men and women.

Old Roland smiled and took the initiative to take a few steps forward and politely greeted Schroeder, whom he had met several times.

Schroeder, who had thinning hair, a tall nose, and a hearty laugh, took old Roland's hand hard, said some words about reunion after a long absence, and introduced his eldest daughter, Blaise F. Ross, who was coming to Hong Kong with him this time. Childe, as well as his most valued family junior, Carnes, and his daughter's good friend, Little Peter. .

Old Roland glanced at little Peter with surprise on his face, and smiled and praised Blaise, who was only twenty years old this year.