Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Noon~

JFK International Airport, Queens.

Toby Olga carried his suitcase and walked into the passenger hall thoughtfully.

Ezra Cremo, the head of CAI's New York branch, saw Toby's ugly face and sighed inwardly. He said hello to the two people around him and went up to explain.

"I didn't plan on this..."

"That's enough!" Toby let go of the suitcase, his eyes flashing with raging anger and his voice cold as he stared at him and asked.

"You still want to continue to deceive and use me?"

"..." Claymo felt his face was burning and avoided Toby's gaze. He gritted his teeth and glared at the surrounding passengers who were about to watch the fun. After they all slowly dispersed, he lowered his voice and said.

"These two people don't know anything. I only found out from the headquarters after we met."

"No need to explain!" Toby said as he looked away from Claymore and glanced at the two people standing in the distance who were a little confused.

"You go tell them now!"

"Okay..." Claymore glanced at Toby with some dejection, swallowed back all the words he wanted to explain, and turned around to find the two people who had talked about the whole incident.

A few minutes later.

One of the two had an extremely ugly face. He suppressed his anger and did not vent his anger on Claymo. He gritted his teeth and left without saying hello.

The remaining person was named Edward Decker. He looked at the back of his companion who left angrily. After thinking for a moment, he walked around Ezra Cremo with a calm expression and walked to Toby and said.

"Can I call you Toby?"

"Yeah." Toby looked at Edward, one of the "victims", and nodded with a slightly calm expression.

Edward took out the reserved ticket from his pocket, held it up in front of Toby, and smiled.

"It's been more than five years since I...have flown on a first-class flight that can be reimbursed at public expense."

"You should understand my situation."

"I'm very satisfied with the income from this job."

"I need it and so does my family!"

"So, when are we leaving?"

"..." Toby glanced at the ticket held in Edward's hand, took a deep breath, raised his hand and pointed at it.

"We're going to Tokyo on the boss's private jet."

"This ticket is useless, let that bastard refund it for you."

"Oh..." Edward held the ticket in front of his eyes, smiled in surprise, turned around to find Ezra Claymore, and asked him to help him withdraw it.

Toby stood there and watched Mr. Claymore's face changing. The anger in his eyes slowly faded, but the chill in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Mr. Gardener's sarcastic remarks to her were the most "heartbreaking" words in her life. .

Naive. . cute?

Toby felt that even after working in the City of London for several years, he was not "eaten" by those disgusting old foxes. Instead, he carefully maintained a very special relationship by observing the complex relationship between them and taking advantage of each of them's weaknesses. A delicate balance. .

Isn’t this considered an elite in the workplace?

Why do I become so naive in Mr. Gardener's evaluation? . Is it cute?

"Whoo~"

Toby breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his suitcase again, glanced at Edward Deck who was walking towards him, and walked straight to the special passenger passage in the corner of the hall.

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Manhattan.

Afternoon~

On the fourth floor of the Gold Coin Hotel, in Odis Parker's room.

Mr. Gardener put down the coffee pot in his hand, looked at Ezra Cremo, whose face was as pale as the bottom of a pot, and said with a smile.

"You may never be able to explain this misunderstanding to Toby."

"..." Cremo raised his coffee cup and took a sip, staring at the gardener coldly without saying a word.

Mr. Gardener didn't pay attention to his "stinky face". He raised his wrist and took a look. He stood up and walked to the door, opened it and waited.

A few minutes later.

The dusty Mag Ludwig walked out of the elevator, saw Mr. Gardener standing at the door from a distance, and smiled.

"Sorry~there was a traffic jam just now."

"It's okay, please come in!"

Close the door and sit tight~

Mag took off his coat and glanced at Mr. Cremo, who seemed troubled, and said to Mr. Gardener.

"I found Professor Bartley, Giles, and Bloomer in Philadelphia. I have made an appointment with them to have a call with the boss later today."

"What about your side?"

"What's the latest news?"

"No." The gardener glanced at Mr. Cremo and shook his head.

"New York has been quiet recently, and there is no news worthy of our special attention."

"However, due to the very hot trading in various futures contract markets in Chicago in the past two days, it has attracted many people from Europe."

"Some of them are discussing with some Wall Street companies to cooperate in investing in the domestic bond market."

"Bonds?" Mag nodded as if he had some understanding, took out two memos from his briefcase and handed them to Mr. Gardener.

"Some of this is information I analyzed based on rumors, and some is information I got from the people involved."

"How to tell whether they are true or false, I need your help."

"Okay!" Mr. Gardener put away the two memos, looked at Mr. Cremo again, and asked.

"Do you have anything else?"

"...Yes!" Ezra Cremo, who felt like he was always "wandering on the edge", took a deep breath and looked at Mag and the gardener and said.

"The person who secretly used manpower to secretly investigate Mr. Coleman this time is Abbott Garr, the deputy director of our headquarters."

"He is the deputy director who is mainly responsible for implementing the layoff plan this year. He was surprised by some overseas agents who offered to resign and come to work in New York."

"Director Abbott Garr?" Mr. Gardener looked at Mag and asked.

"Do you know anything about Mr. Gal?"

"No."

"But these are not problems." Mager smiled confidently, walked to the side, picked up the phone, and dialed the number again.

"Give me ten minutes."

"..." Mag's efficient performance made Mr. Gardener full of expectations.

Ezra Cremo watched quietly as Mag dialed the number, and listened to him chatting with the other person on the phone about Deputy Director Gal's public information in a relaxed tone, feeling as if he was descending from a high altitude. .

About ten minutes later.

Mag put down the phone and walked to the gardener and said with a smile: "This Director Gal happens to be flying back to Washington from abroad tomorrow."

"If you have any questions, we can go directly to him and chat in person~"

"You're right, Claymore!"

"..."

"Hahaha~ Don't worry!"

"If Director Gard really refuses to see me and refuse the opportunity for us to get to know each other..."