Blackstone Code Chapter 362: Beauty at 5 o’clock


What is the era?

What is the breath of the times?

What is the pulse of the times?

This is a very complex and difficult problem, and no one can summarize it in one sentence or a few short sentences.

The life of the rich is a microcosm of the times, and the life of the poor is also a microcosm of the times. It is impossible for people to grasp every bit and every change of an era.

If someone asks Lynch like this, Lynch will ask the person who asks the question to go to the most prosperous street and take a bus to the poorest area. He will see this era on the road with his own eyes and see everything in miniature.

Here, too.

The variety of creatures at the exhibition gave Lynch a very unique feeling, this feeling is like he is separated from the whole world, maybe this feeling comes from his soul from another world.

He stood here, looking at the different expressions on everyone's faces, the cunning in the eyes of those liars, and the helplessness in the eyes of inventors.

This is the time!

"Mr. Lynch!" Just as Lynch was sighing that this era, this world, was about to take another step towards a philosopher, a voice interrupted his sublimation.

He was not annoyed, turned around, looked at the person behind him calling his name with a smile on his face, the whole world seemed to become his background at this moment.

The person who called his name was the former stockbroker. He didn't see Mr. Trueman here, so he couldn't help but lean over.

"Mr. Lynch, you seem to be interested in the radio reconnaissance array I mentioned earlier?" the young stock broker asked enthusiastically.

Lynch looked at him and looked up and down, "Excuse me, my question may make you feel uncomfortable, can you tell me you sell these stocks..." He glanced at the young man Some flyers in hand, "How much money can I make a month?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and he began to calculate.

The inventor is looking for the right idiot. In fact, everyone knows that stock brokerage companies will use any illegal method to get some people to buy those stocks in order to maximize their profits.

The inventor took out all the money that would not immediately affect his life. He even took out his emergency money, 1,200 yuan, and handed it over to the stock brokerage company.

The company promised to issue 60,000 shares for him and raise 12,000 yuan.

But the inventor was naive enough to think that the price of each share was twenty cents, and that the $1,200 he paid was the stock brokerage's cut.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

That's not the case. After the 1,200 yuan has fallen into the company's wallet, they will use cheap machines to print these small yellow slips. The price of each small yellow slip is not twenty minutes, but Thirty-five points.

Twenty ten points are for inventors, ten points are for the company itself, and five points are for salesmen.

If they could sell all these shares, they would be able to raise $21,000. In addition to the contractual money, which is $12,000, which would go into the inventor's account, the salesperson would get Three thousand dollars.

Is it more than 3,000 yuan?

The person who asked this question is a fool himself.

Of course, 3,000 yuan is more than 95% of the people in this country will answer this, but not every stockbroker can sell the small yellow list allocated to him.

Some girls, they are easy to do, just drop the way of communication on the phone and communicate directly with customers face-to-face, they can easily sell the most difficult stocks, and of course they make the most money.

For an agent like Lynch, his salary may be..., "Close to a thousand dollars, Mr. Lynch!"

There seemed to be some pride in his expression, but his eyes, and the movement of his toes subconsciously betrayed him, he couldn't get so much money.

It used to be possible. In the past, when the financial environment was good, even farmers would invest the money from buying feed, but now it can't. He only earned 81 yuan and 90 yuan this month.

If he can't get his current little yellow orders by the end of June, which is the end of this month, the company will let him go and give the opportunity to some new girls who are prepared.

In the face of Lynch's inquiry, he still lied, perhaps because of some unwillingness, some humble struggles made him lie, and he didn't want to let his peers like Lynch look down on him. His eyes were fixed on him, so he said an income that he thought was great without being too exaggerated.

Lynch nodded noncommittally, "I have a partner. Since he joined my business, the dividend he has received at least once is much higher than you are now."

Lynch is talking about Richard, Richard is doing really well now, he knows better than anyone how to get clients' money out of their trouser pockets and put it into Lynch and himself in the wallet.

He is very good at maintaining the relationship between himself and his customers. From weekdays, he greets him with warm greetings. He also gives some small gifts of little value during the New Year and festivals. From time to time, he will give his customers a lottery lottery and send some equally worthless goods. Or travel packages, these means make him and his customer group a high degree of adhesion.

Even if he can't win the title of sales champion every time now, he is still the best.

Lynch's words silenced the salesman. At the same time, there was a faint feeling in his heart that the man in front of him, who was rated as a "young leader of the new era", seemed to want to...

"Would you like to work for me?" Lynch said directly.

He pointed to the vacant seat beside him, and then had some cold drinks brought, which calmed the stockbroker, he didn't answer right away, but asked, "Can I know why, Lynch Sir, why does a big man like you take a fancy to me?"

Lynch smiled, holding some sweet juice, he asked, "Have you seen Bu Payne at five o'clock in the morning?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and for a moment some fragmented memories began to surface in his mind.

In order to live in this city, let alone five o'clock in the morning and three in the middle of the night, he has seen Bu Pain. Those days are not far from him, and even his current life.

He can recall anytime, anywhere, that the busiest streets of Bupen were filled with the tiresome smell of the hustle and bustle at five o'clock in the morning, and the revival of restlessness.

He nodded, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I've seen it." He added quickly, "But what's the reason?"

Lynch smiled and put down the cup in his hand, "I have also seen that because of hard work and bravery, fate will only favor those who are prepared... I'm sorry, I don't know your name yet."

"Lyme, sir, Lyme Macdonald."

"Lime, look around you, there are at least a dozen stockbrokers around you, but since I came in, until now, only you have recommended the little yellow list in your hand to me. ."

"You dare to give and strive for good results, so why is fate, and why is it stingy in return?"

"I see the potential for success in you, Lime."

Lynch stirred the juice in the glass with a straw. In order to ensure that the juice was very ice, the juice was not kept in the refrigerator, but the ice juice was poured on the half glass of the smoothie.

A half-cup smoothie can save the boss a lot of money while ensuring that it doesn't become lukewarm too quickly, and the sweetness is too sweet to keep the smoothie from being dull after it melts.

He looked at Rhyme. The changes in young people will never escape his grasp. People are not numb yet, people still believe in miracles. Then this is the best time!

Lynch looked at Lime, and after about a minute, he continued, "You went from the bottom to where you are now, in fact, you know more about Bupen and the industry than you think about the big men. Much more."

"Some things that you are not qualified to know, as long as you become my partner, you will be able to master it very quickly, plus your current experience working at the bottom, you will grow faster than anyone else." /

Lynch's words had moved Rhyme, and he licked his lips, "If I would work for you, Mr. Lynch, what would you let me do?"

"No, you're wrong!" Lynch stretched out a finger and shook it, "Working for me is just a rhetoric, in fact, you don't work for me, it's unfair, you can't pay because of me You can use your abilities to make more money for myself with some compensation."

"I have always believed that capable people should win, so we are partners."

"As for your question ~IndoMTL.com~ it's very simple. I'm going to buy some trading seats in the trading house. Now is a good time." /w.c/o/m/

The trading seats of the three major banks have plummeted. Last year, the number of seats exceeded one million. Now there are only more than 300,000 seats left. Lynch plans to buy a few to prepare for the future.

His main goal was futures trading. As the Federation became more integrated into the entire international community, the price fluctuations of some raw materials became unpredictable.

For example, a certain material will have huge fluctuations due to changes in politics in a certain area, changes in seasons, and changes in military forces.

Lynch may not be able to calm down the war in some areas. He doesn't have the face to make the belligerent countries shake hands and make peace. Simple!

It is not a good businessman who only **** the blood of foreigners. He also **** the blood of domestic capitalists. That is the good businessman in Lynch's mind!

Rhyme already knew exactly what Lynch was going to do. In fact, if he had enough money now, he would also buy a trading seat at the bottom, but he didn't have that much money.

He had already nodded, and just as he was about to say the words he would express his willingness to work for Lynch, Lynch stopped him.

"Before you give me an answer, and you give yourself an answer, you might as well think about it a little more, and while we're at it, let's talk about that radio... reconnaissance array!"

: . : m.x


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