roccoschili Chapter 658 Trip to Hawaii (5)
Chapter 658 Trip to Hawaii (5)
a new day.
new York.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
The southernmost tip of Manhattan Island, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.
Sam Rogers took over the latest research report on the frozen concentrated orange juice futures market from Mu Brandes.
This report shows that major frozen concentrated orange juice manufacturers in Brazil have decided to increase purchases in some affected areas because the waterlogging disaster in the main orange producing areas continues to worsen this year, and both the output per mu and the total output will face a decrease. price. .
These companies have also signed additional floating price purchase contracts with orange growers in advance in many areas that were not seriously affected by the disaster~
After reading this information, Sam turned his head to Mu Brandes and said with a smile: "If these news are true... we will give Otis Parker a lot of benefits again."
"Hahahaha~ He asked me to tell you if you have more ideas..."
"He can find someone at the Brazilian Ministry of Agriculture to release all kinds of true and false news to the futures market in New York."
"Being not!"
Sam returned the information in his hand to Mu Brandes, looked at the frozen orange juice futures trading pool in the distance, which was already "crowded", and smiled.
"The decline in orange production and the increase in general purchase prices are basically a foregone conclusion~"
“But it’s hard to say how much boost these news will bring to the futures market.”
M. Brandes put the documents back into his briefcase, stood on the right and looked at Bernard Madoff and Mikhail not far away, and asked in a low voice.
"Do you need me to go over and have a chat with them?"
"Whatever~"
Sam folded his arms on his chest and looked at the "crowded" trading pool in the distance. However, few people opened their mouths to bid for transactions. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said.
"Look~ they are all waiting too..."
"Yes~"
"What about us? Do we have to wait too?"
"No!"
"Go tell Madoff, let's put out some long buy orders first, and then wait and see their reaction!"
"Okay~" Mu Brandes nodded cheerfully, walked towards Madoff and Mikhail, and chatted a few words in a low voice.
After listening, both of them couldn't help but glance at the "cool-looking" Sam and nodded slightly to express their understanding.
Apparently, the gesture that Sam was showing. .This is the code of conduct of a typical Wall Streeter!
That is: Never fully trust so-called "friends" at any time. .Because in the face of interests, there are no "friends" at all!
----
Southeast of Manhattan, Brooklyn.
The owner of the Caribbean Club, Yevsi Borisovich Agron, the leader of the Bear Power immigrant gang, stood at the door of the home of military advisor Marat Poyezhnev, raised his hand and knocked on the door several times.
"click~"
After the door is opened.
Marat was wearing a dark red cotton pajamas and appeared in front of Agron looking very sloppy.
Agron stared at him for a while, then looked behind him and asked.
"Aren't you asking me to come in and sit down?"
"Please~" Marat let out a deep breath and stepped aside to give up his position.
Agron smiled and took off his gloves and hat, placed them on the small table in this old-fashioned living room, patted the sofa next to him and smiled.
"Come and sit~"
"..." Marat closed the door, walked over to Agron and sat down, but instead of leaning on the sofa, he looked straight at Agron with his upper body, waiting.
"Hehe~"
Agron glanced at the ajar bedroom door not far away and whispered.
"Don't be so nervous."
"If I wanted to do something, I wouldn't have come here on my own!"
"..."
"Last time, you took Emil to that Crimean restaurant, do you remember it?"
"..Remember!"
"That boy's name is... Yuri Orlov?"
"Ok!"
"You know who his boss is, right?"
"know."
"His name is David Coleman."
"Yeah~ That's right."
"That lucky boy hooked up with old Malkin's newly divorced second daughter Polly and became a nouveau riche on Wall Street."
"No!" Marat suddenly interrupted Agron, took a deep breath and whispered.
"You don't have to say these words anymore to test me~"
"You and I both know that no one succeeds for no reason."
"Even if he is lucky and makes a fortune, it cannot last forever."
"Yeah~ You're right."
Agron looked at Marat with a smile for a while, then reached into his coat pocket and took out a checkbook and asked.
“How much do you think that Crimean restaurant is worth?”
"...??" Marat suppressed the doubts in his heart, frowned and thought for a while, then raised two fingers.
"Houses in Brighton Beach are not worth anything to begin with..."
"But the location of the restaurant facing the street is very good, and the storefront is also very large. If we only talk about housing prices, it should be worth at least 20 meters."
"20.."
"Plus what about the apartment they live in?"
"Apartment..." Marat immediately thought of something and looked at Agron with a hint of relief and gratitude in his eyes.
"Added it all together, 30 yuan is enough."
"Hehe~"
Agron took out a pen from his pocket, wrote a number on the checkbook, and handed it to Marat: "Here is 35."
"My request is only one."
"Don't let me see them again!"
"..OK!"
"Then let's do it first."
"From now on, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me at any time~"
"Of course.."
"If you want to chat with someone and have a drink, I'm more than welcome to do that."
"Ok!"
Marat opened the door and looked at Agron who was already standing outside the door. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and took half a step forward and whispered.
"Your fellow thief, Kavova Sonechkov..."
"..Um!"
"I know, thank you!" Agron understood what his old friend Marat said, reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, smiling.
"The next time we meet...will you be one of Wall Street's elite vampires?"
"Yes... for sure!"
"Hahaha ~ Goodbye!"
"goodbye!"
. . .
Agron is gone.
Marat held the check in his hand and stood at the door for a long time, then slowly closed the door.
The meeting and conversation between the two today showed that Agron agreed with his decision to leave the gang. .
Moreover, Agron also gave Marat a big favor by purchasing a Crimean restaurant at a high price~
From now on, he will never have to do what he did before. .I have been worried about myself and my family all day long.
This gave Marat a better understanding of Agron, who had always shown a very stingy and money-grubbing character.
----
Manhattan.
Upper East Side, in front of a coffee shop on East 59th Street.
Anastas Sorensen of the Sheraton Hotel Group in Boston held an old friend's hand, chatted and laughed for a while, and put him into a car parked on the street.
Isadore Sharp, the founder of the Four Seasons Hotel who was following Sorensen, took a half step forward with a frown and whispered.
"Just now.."
"Yes~"
Sorensen turned to look at Isadore Sharp with an inexplicable expression in his eyes.
"Just now, when we mentioned the name Polly Sidrich, something seemed wrong with him..."
"And when we mentioned the names of the other people before, he didn't show any abnormal behavior~"
"Isadore, is there something you're hiding from me?"
"I don't!"
"Absolutely not!"
"I know...I've told you everything~"
"Hehe~"
Sorensen stared at Isadore for a while, turned to look southwest, and said with a sigh of relief.
"I'm at the Plaza Hotel with an old friend who's well informed."
"If he can't help us..."
Isadore Sharp nodded a little frustrated and continued: "Then I will find a solution myself."
"Hmm!" Sorenson snorted from his nose and walked towards Central Park.
Isadore Sharp looked at his back, slowly put his hands into his coat pockets, raised his head with his lips pursed, looked at the clear sky, and took a deep breath.
New York is a place where various interests are entangled. .It seems more complicated than London~
----
Manhattan.
Near noon.
Wall Street, Stanley [-]th Floor.
Yuri Orlov sat behind his desk, looking at a piece of information in his hand, but his mind was not sure where it was going~
Just when he slowly recovered from his dazed state and was about to pack his things and go to have lunch, Marat Poyezhnev appeared neatly not far from him, waved to him and smiled. road.
'"Yuri!"
"Want to go have lunch together?"
Yuri Orlov stood there and stared at him blankly for two seconds. He quickly grabbed his coat, walked to Marat, and asked in a low voice.
"Come here to find me, right...?"
"Hehe~"
Marat didn't say much nonsense. He took out the check from Agron directly from his pocket and smiled.
"This money is enough to buy everything you have!"
"You and your family don't have to hide around anymore~"
Yuri looked down at the check hesitantly, and was immediately surprised by the long series of numbers on it. .Eyes widened.
He frowned and looked at Marat and asked doubtfully, "What do you mean?"
Marat handed the check to Yuri and explained: "The small misunderstandings between us were just the most insignificant things in a series of events~"
"It's the best you can get right now."
"I also took this opportunity to gamble, and I just won by luck."
"...?!" Yuri still looked at Marat with a vague understanding, hoping that he could speak more clearly.
Seeing his appearance, Marat smiled and pointed to his watch and asked, "Let's talk while eating?"
"..good!"
"However, I suggest you deposit this check in the bank before going to the restaurant."
"In more than two months, it will be the annual tax filing season."
"If you can find a smart accountant to help during this period, you may be able to get some tax refund benefits from the IRS!"
Yuri lowered his head and looked at the check in his hand. He put it away feeling very strange. He took a deep breath and smiled at Marat.
"What do you want to eat? My treat!"
"Hahahaha~" Marat laughed and patted Yuri's arm, his laughter showing an unprecedented sense of relaxation and joy~
. . .
more than an hour later.
In a restaurant at the easternmost end of Wall Street, near the East River.
Marat told Yuri Orlov everything he knew.
After Yuri heard this, various feelings continued to surge in his heart, and his head began to briefly stop spinning. .
The acquaintance between him and Marat happened when Agron's men came to his restaurant to collect protection money. .
But things developed from then on and entered a "fast lane" that Yuri couldn't understand at all~
Until now, after listening to Marat's explanation, Yuri still has many questions in his mind and cannot get a more complete answer.
However, Yuri quickly thought of that one. .A check that has been deposited into your bank account.
35 yuan!
Last fall, someone joked with Yuri's mother during the meal and asked how much it would cost to buy this Crimean restaurant.
At that time, under the "suggestion" of her youngest son Vitaly, Yuri's mother said what she thought was a "sky-high price" ~
23 yuan!
This was the price Yuri’s mother dared to shout out because of the sharp rise in housing prices around Brighton Beach a few years ago. .
When they bought this street-facing shop, the total price was less than 13 yuan.
If you follow Yuri's estimate: the restaurant at home + the old apartment where you have lived for many years can be sold for about 30 yuan at most ~
No matter how high it is, no one will care about it~
So. .Agron paid an additional [-] yuan according to the highest price. He must have nothing to spend the money on!
After Yuri thought about this, he asked Marat this question.
Marat raised his wine glass, gently swayed the dazzling red wine, and chuckled: "The answer you want to know is also the key to why I was willing to follow Agron back then!"
"He is a person who will never be trapped by his own ignorance!"
"In the few years we have been in New York, if Agron can't quickly learn to integrate into this city..."
"Like everyone else, he will slowly sink among ordinary people!"
"I once asked Agron out of curiosity, what does he want to get in New York?!"
"He said: New York, it just seems hard to survive..."
"Making money and making more money is his favorite thing to do!"
"So here in New York, in many places that ordinary people can't see, it's almost paved with gold and wealth!"
"He thinks that he only needs to find a suitable way to get close to the wealth that he dreams of possessing, and then his dream can come true~"
"..." Yuri also raised his glass, clinked it with Marat's glass, and said seriously.
"Aggron...given too much!"
"I can't take this money."
"We will go to the bank later and help me return the extra money to him!"
"Oh?"
"Haha~" Marat smiled in surprise and shook his head.
"Aggron never likes to be rejected...twice!"
"He is willing to pay you more money. On the one hand, it is to invest in you, and on the other hand, he also wants me to inherit an old relationship."
"Because we don't know, one day in the future..."
"On what occasion and in what capacity will he and I meet again!"
"...Okay~" Yuri thought quietly for a while while holding the wine glass, nodded slowly, and continued to ask.
"Then what did you want to do after you left Agron?"
"Of course... I'll be your colleague!"
"my colleague?"
"You want to see my boss?"
"That's right!"
"But he's not in New York, he's on vacation..."
"Hehe~"
Marat picked up the napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I still have enough money to buy a plane ticket!"
"Forehead.."
Yuri couldn't help but put down his wine glass with a smile, and said to Marat: "You want to skip Sam Rogers and find my boss...recommend yourself?"
"Ok!"
"Actually, Sam, like you and me, wants to seize this opportunity and follow your boss..."
"It's just that his starting point is much, much higher than you and me~"
"But I believe that if your boss is not the kind of fool who relies solely on luck to succeed, he will definitely need people like you and me!"
"Because there is something about us that Sam Rogers has never experienced personally."
"That's...a strong desire to change your life!!"
Marat opened his arms, put them on the corners of the table, leaned forward slightly, stared at Yuri Orlov, and said in a low voice.
"Ever since I came to New York, I have been observing this... a free country that has been touted by various media for many years~"
"But judging from my observations, this country has fallen into some kind of distorted quagmire and is almost unable to extricate itself."
"For example: The Federal Tax Service (IRS) actually lets criminals take the initiative to fill out tax forms for criminal income~"
"When other judicial agencies asked them to cooperate with investigations, the IRS openly refused to cooperate on the grounds of protecting citizens' personal privacy."
"In this country, the poor, the working class, and the middle class are the targets of the IRS' strict investigation."
"What about the rich people?"
“With the help of lawyers and accountants, they can always find loopholes in the 10,000+ pages of tax law provisions to avoid and evade taxes.”
"Hehe~"
"Also, what do you think is the main job of the New York police?"
"Their job is to ensure that the poor abide by the law, the middle class know the law, and the rich try not to break the law."
"You, who have lived in Brighton Beach for many years, must have a deep understanding of this, right?"
Yuri nodded with a dull expression, and his eyes became "bright" when he looked at Marat.
Marat lowered his head, arranged the tableware he had used, and said in a deeper voice.
"My grandfather once told me~"
"When you choose to grow potatoes all your life, you will also get the same fate as potatoes!"
Yuri Orlov, holding the napkin in his hand, was silent.
He once heard Marat talk about his experience of running into obstacles when applying for a job on Wall Street despite his advanced education with a double major in economics and mathematics.
Growing potatoes? !
really. .
If you were an ordinary person who was willing to be mediocre, you wouldn't study so hard, right? !
Yuri wiped the corners of his mouth and fingers with a napkin, looked at Marat, hesitated for a while, and said.
"If you want to meet my boss and get a job, it's best to meet someone first."
"If she can approve of you...Sam Rogers won't say anything more, let alone use this matter to embarrass you!"
"Who?" Marat asked calmly.
"Da's CEO, Polly Sidrich."
----
On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.
Honolulu, Waikiki Beach.
The gentle sunshine in the morning is not as dazzling and violent as it is at noon.
David and everyone who attended the party last night rented more than 20 parasols at the eastern end of the beach, and were enjoying the "invincible" view of the sun + beach + beauties in swimsuits~
On a deck chair under a parasol.
David wore a pair of oversized sunglasses and stared unblinkingly at the girls Madonna, Miranla, Jin Ji, little secretary Maggie and Toby Orga who were playing in the waves in the distance. I couldn't help but swallow a few times. .
Leslie, who was lying on his left, crossed his arms on his chest, raised his chin forward, and smiled.
"How come you can always find people who look so much alike no matter where you go?"
“If I hadn’t met Kim Ji at the Wildfire Bar, I would have thought she and Michelle Pfeiffer were twins!”
"Hahaha~"
Blumer, who was lying next to Leslie, laughed and praised: "That's right!"
"This Michelle Pfeiffer has only appeared in two low-budget movies."
"The box office of those two movies is not high!"
"Why did you happen to see it?"
"Hehe~"
David's eyes hidden behind his sunglasses stared at Toby Olga who was standing on the beach, daring not to go deep, and replied nonchalantly.
"That's because you are all completely desensitized to all kinds of beauties!"
"Right, Giles?"
"No~"
Giles, who was also wearing a pair of large sunglasses, stared unblinkingly behind his sunglasses. .Toby Olga, who had an explosive figure, responded casually.
David tilted his head and glanced at him sideways, then chuckled and asked in a low voice: "So... you also like plump shapes?"
"..yes!"
"I see!"
"You wouldn't be interested in a skinny blonde like Michelle Pfeiffer?"
"Ok!"
"Hey hey hey~"
"Then it can only be cheaper...Bloomer!"
"Hey~ asshole!"
"Michelle Pfeiffer, it's yours!"
"..cut~"
Bloomer, who was named by David, curled his lips and shouted.
"I do not want!"
"Oh?"
"Then what do you want..."
Just when David was trying to get some words out of Bloomer's mouth, he suddenly discovered that Lilith, Tilda, and Livlin were already standing not far away in swimsuits, looking at the four "bastards" with smiles. ~
In addition, Cui Yingying, Sena's mother, Sister Manqi, Brotney Mejia, housekeeper Acklade, Mr. Gardener and maid Chasida, who came from a distance behind them, also stood aside. Talking and laughing, he looked towards the four Davids. .
David immediately jumped up from the recliner, took off his glasses, walked quickly to the three Lilith girls, and asked with raised eyebrows.
"Beauty, do you need the service of applying sunscreen?"
"My craftsmanship is top notch!"
"You won't find anyone better than me in all of Hawaii..."
"No!"
Wearing a slightly conservative light green swimsuit, Livlin stopped directly in front of Lilith, pointed her middle finger at David, and snorted with disdain.
"Humph~"
"You're the only one who still wants to take advantage of us?"
"no way!"
"Hehe~"
David bared his big white teeth and sneered twice, turned to Leslie and shouted: "Hey~ your child's mother is here! Why don't you come over and take care of her?!"
"...fxxxyou!" Leslie raised her middle finger on the recliner and shouted to David.
"Hahahaha~"
David turned back to Livlin and spread his hands, smiling: "Look, I am the only one here who is willing to serve you~"
"You have no choice!"
"Huh? Is it?"
Livlin folded her arms in front of her chest and looked sideways at Leslie in the recliner with a sneer on her lips and said nothing.
"Hey hey hey~"
When David saw that the "Hate Diversion Plan" was successful, he immediately walked over to Lilith and Tilda, put his arms around their shoulders, and raised his eyebrows.
"Beauty, I need..."
"Okay~" Before this "wretched" guy could finish his words. .
Lilith, who was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, smiled and agreed first.
She turned around and pointed at her back: "First help me fix the position here and the shoulders."
"ok~"
"I guarantee you'll be satisfied! Hahahaha~"
Tilda, who was wearing a dark red one-piece swimsuit, stood nearby and saw David releasing Livlin's "dove" and surrounding Lilith, covering her mouth and laughing.
"I also want!"
"Okay, okay~"
"Don't worry!"
"It's your turn soon..."
"Hahahaha~"
. . .
While David was busy applying sunscreen to Lilith and Tilda, he was nearly a hundred meters away from them~
The agent who had not yet reported to the CIA's New York branch, Pamela Randy, was wearing a navy blue bikini and strode towards the rows of parasol seating areas.
Ps:
Pamela Landy, from the movie "The Bourne Supremacy", played by Hollywood actress, Joan Helen.
Joan Allen was born on August 1956, 8 in Rochelle, Illinois.
Joan Allen had been active on the stage for a long time and had been dormant in Hollywood for many years. It was not until 1995 that she was nominated for an Oscar for her outstanding performance as the First Lady in "Nixon" and she re-entered the attention of the public. .
In 2003, 47-year-old Joan Allen played a senior executive at CIA headquarters in "The Bourne Supremacy".
While she is responsible for hunting down the protagonist David Byrne, she also sympathizes with him.
In the end, with the help of Bourne, she successfully exposed the Black Rose Project and got herself a promotion.
Pamela Landy's appearance in this book does not mean that she will introduce the entire storyline of the movie "The Bourne Supremacy".
I will only borrow part of the plot to make it closer to the main plot and branch plot of the book.