Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

midnight~

Leminck Street, border of Queens and Brooklyn.

This street was inconspicuous more than a decade ago. It was just an ordinary slum community where many poor immigrants lived.

But everything changed when a group of Turkish immigrants moved here.

Because among this group of Turkish immigrants, there is a group of people who tried their best to immigrate to the United States with the important goal of realizing their plan to make a fortune here.

The business they are planning is actually very simple and very profitable.

Counterfeit best-selling luxury goods and make OEM products!

But their early days in business in New York were nothing like any of them had imagined.

Several old and powerful families that have been entrenched in New York for many years have taken a fancy to their business and decided to invest in it, and even caused several small-scale fights over this matter.

This situation continued until the late 60s, when another force joined in. Only then did this group of Turkish immigrants truly find a "backer", allowing the other forces to quietly retreat.

One of the people in charge of this force is Adam and his son, who have cooperated with the Sidrich family for many years.

. . .

73 Lemming Street, Seventh Club.

The younger generation of the Sidrich family, "Wooden Man" Rosenlo and "College Student" Artaud, sat at a table close to the stage, silently watching the extremely wonderful French Cancan dance performed by a dozen beauties on the stage.

. . .

The Cancan dance originated in France.

It is a brisk and rough dance that was originally popular among the working class.

By the mid-19th century, the cancan had become so popular that men began to dance it as well and incorporated it into other stage performances.

The artist Henri Toulouse-Lautrec painted many beautiful paintings on the theme of the Cancan, and the most famous Cancan composer was Jacques Offenbach.

On October 1858, 10, when the Moulin Rouge premiered, the short, mustached, clown-looking master of ceremonies solemnly announced to the world: "Life is so beautiful. Now please enjoy the cancan dance!"

As he finished speaking, 12 cancan dancers appeared. They were all beautiful girls with gorgeous feathers on their heads, metal sequins on their bodies, and colorful lace skirts hanging around their waists.

Whenever the enthusiastic music sounded, they would twist their hips and waists to the rhythm, lift up their skirts and raise their legs high, wishing they could stretch them toward the ceiling where the chandelier was hanging.

From then on, the passionate dance, unrestrained rhythm, difficult movements, luxurious and dazzling costumes, colorful feathers, dresses with intricate lace, beautiful showgirls and warm cheers made the audience in the audience excited and intoxicated every night, and it once became the first choice for leisure and entertainment of the European upper class.

Later~

The Cancan dance was brought to the United States by several business-minded Frenchmen, who carefully designed many provocative dance moves for the dancers and put the most popular stockings before World War II with various colored sequins on the dancers to attract the burning gazes of men.

In this way, they not only make the visual impact of the performance even higher, but also make male audiences more willing to empty their wallets to pay for the passionate performance.

. . .

On stage in the club.

Ten dancers dressed in classic cancan dresses and suspender black sequined stockings danced hard to the audience under the bright lights of the stage, following the rhythm of the music.

Below the stage, on every table filled with spectators, there was a set of burning candles, which cast an ambiguous orange glow on the faces of the men who were watching the performance intently.

"Hey, little Adam, you really know how to play!" Artaud crossed his legs and leaned back in a chair, staring at one of the dancers intently, then tilted his head and smiled at his "little brother" Rosenlo.

Rosenluo nodded silently, his eyes following the third dancer from the right. His expression was calm, but his fingers involuntarily clenched and unclenched, repeating the same pattern over and over again.

"Hey~ Look at that... the third girl from the right..."

"Why does she always look our way?"

"You say... is she peeking at us?" Alto soon discovered the girl on the stage. She would always glance at them quickly between dances, as if...

"She used to be my classmate." Rosenlo was very frugal with words, and just a few short sentences made Artaud stunned.

"Classmate? Her?"

"Ah."

"You...liked her at school? Confessed your feelings to her, but failed? She didn't like you at all?"

"..." Rosenluo shook his head speechlessly, took out some change from his pocket and put it on the table, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hey, don't go. Little Adam should be here soon!" When Alto saw his brother Rosenlo was about to run away, he quickly reached out to hold him and persuade him.

"..." Rosenluo looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor in the darkness in the distance, thought for a few seconds and sat down again.

Alto resisted the urge to continue teasing him, glanced casually at the table in the distance, pointed at someone and whispered.

"Look over there, is that agent Val Pochvino from the Auxiliary Police Office?"

When Rosenlo heard the sound, he looked and saw Agent Far Bochvino sitting together with two brightly made-up women, talking and laughing as they watched the performance.

"Isn't he a white policeman? I haven't heard that he has ever taken money from anyone..."

"The cost of living here is very high. Can he come?"

"Could it be..." There was a hint of doubt in Alto's voice, and he looked at Rosenlo, as if he knew the answer.

"It was the man who wanted to avenge his daughter who gave him the money..." Rosenluo really knew some of the inside story and answered directly.

"Oh, I think I heard that person's name is Octopus?"

"Wasim the Octopus."

"Yes, that's the person."

"Where does he get the money from, do you know?"

"I don't know, but I think it's his own money..."

At this point, Rosenluo, who had been paying attention to the distance, sat up straight and whispered, "Little Adam is back."

"Ok!"

The dancers' performance on the stage ended, and little Adam, who had been away for a long time, also came back.

With an apologetic smile on his face, he sat opposite Alto and Rosenlo and whispered before the next piece of music started.

"We debated for a long time about the conditions for cooperation you proposed before deciding to accept them all."

"But at the same time, we also want to put forward an additional condition, and I hope you can seriously consider it."

"Okay, you tell me." Upon hearing the good news, Alto smiled cheerfully.

Little Adam took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit them up for himself, and puffed out smoke while looking at Rosenluo. He narrowed his eyes and said, "We want to invest in your bank!"

"This is impossible!" Alto's expression changed several times and he refused directly.

But Rosenluo, who was sitting next to him, stared closely at little Adam's eyes hidden behind the smoke, and nodded slowly, "Okay."

"what?"

"What do you want to do, kid?"

"Our bank..."

"I know."

Rosenluo held Alto down with his hand and looked at Little Adam with an unusually calm gaze: "The bank you want to invest in, no problem!"

"But I must remind you to abide by my three requirements!"

"OK, go ahead." Little Adam put down his crossed legs, leaned forward to look at Rosenlo, and listened silently.

"First, no matter how much you want to invest, we can only give you 5% of the shares at most."

"Second, the funds you use to invest in the bank must be invested as a formal and legal company, or as an agent!"

“Third, no matter what name you use to open the bank account, the money must be clean!”

"That's all?" Little Adam frowned and thought for a few seconds, then nodded very happily and asked back.

"Ah."

"OK, we have no problem with these conditions."

"I've long been annoyed with those Wall Street bankers. Now we have our own bank..."

"Hahaha~ kid!"

"I own 70% of the shares of this club. Now I'm giving you 20%. We'll be friends from now on!" Little Adam waved his hands behind him with great pride and laughed.

"Yeah." Rosenluo's expression remained calm, and he nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

“..?!” Alto looked at the two of them with a strange expression for a while, then lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.

. . .

Half an hour later, in front of the club.

Alto's men started the car and watched the two men walk out of the club in the rearview mirror.

Rosenluo walked to the side of the street, looked up at the sky in the cold midnight wind, and let out a long sigh.

Alto followed him, also raised his head to look at the night sky, and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to my place? Or go back by yourself?"

"I go home."

"You're alone at home, right? Why don't we go to my house together?"

"..." Rosenluo lowered his head silently, took out the car keys from his pocket and threw them to Alto.

Alto took the car keys, put his arm around his little brother, and teased him deliberately.

"I just asked Little Adam for help and asked your female classmate to come to my place tonight..."

"..."

"Hehe~ Don't tell me that you don't want any woman who comes to your door!"

"..."

"Besides, if she doesn't want to go to the appointment, no one can force her..."

"I made this very clear to Little Adam, and he said he wouldn't push her too much..."

"Do you trust little Adam very much?" Rosenluo suddenly turned around and asked, holding the car door.

"Uh... not really." Alto put away his smile and sighed.

"He is just like his father, Old Adam. He always likes to show strong self-confidence, even arrogance, in front of others, making others feel that their decisions are unquestionable."

"..." Rosenluo turned his head and looked at the club gate behind him with a vague gaze, and said after a moment of silence.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to Houston. Do you want to come with me?"

"I... can't!" Alto hesitated for a few seconds and shook his head slowly.

"Go ahead. I'll wait for your good news here."

"Well, thank you!" Rosenluo retracted his gaze and looked at his cousin, forced a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth, opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Haha!" Alto was hugged tightly by his little brother, and suddenly felt warm in his heart. He patted his back and teased.

"Are you coming to my place tonight?"

"It's not a good habit to always make girls wait for you."

"..." The smile on Rosenlo's lips disappeared. After letting go of Alto, he punched him hard, shook his head and got into the car.

"Hahahaha~" Alto laughed and helped his younger brother close the car door. After subconsciously looking around, he got into the car.