blackstone code

Chapter 363 Bu Pain at Five O'clock

What is an era?

What is the breath of the times?
What is the pulse of the times?
This is a very complex and difficult issue, and no one can sum it up in one sentence or a few short sentences.

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

If someone asks Lynch this way, Lynch will let the questioner go to the busiest street and take a bus to the poorest area. He will see this era with his own eyes on the road and see everything in miniature.

Here, too.

All kinds of beings in the exhibition gave Lynch a very unique feeling, as if he was separated from the whole world, perhaps this feeling originated from his soul from another world.

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

This is the era!
"Mr. Lynch!" Just when Lynch was feeling that this era, this world, was about to take another step towards a philosopher, a voice interrupted his sublimation.

He didn't worry about it, turned around, and looked at the person behind him who called his name with a smile on his face. At this moment, the whole world seemed to become his background.

The person who called his name was the stockbroker from before. He didn't see Mr. Truman here, so he couldn't help leaning over.

"Mr. Lynch, you seem to be interested in the radio detection array I mentioned earlier?" The young stockbroker asked enthusiastically.

Lynch looked at him and looked up and down, "Forgive me, my question may make you feel uncomfortable, can you tell me that you sell these stocks..." He glanced at some of the stocks in the young man's hand. Leaflet, "How much money can I make in a month?"

The young man froze for a moment, and he began to count.

That inventor was looking for the right idiot- actually everybody knows stockbrokers are going to do whatever it takes not to break the law 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 own emergency money, 200 yuan, and handed it over to the stock brokerage company.

The company promised to issue 1 shares for him, raising [-] yuan.

But the inventor just naively thought that the price of each share was 1000 cents, and the [-] or [-] yuan he paid was a commission from the stock brokerage company.

This is not the case. After 1000 or 10 yuan fell into the company's wallet, they would use cheap machines to print these small yellow slips. The price of each small yellow slip was not 35 minutes, but [-] cents.

Twenty points are for the inventor, ten points are for the company itself, and five points are for the salesman.

If they could sell all of these shares, they would be able to raise $1000, and the salesman would get $1 in addition to the money on the contract, which was $3000 that would go into the inventor's account.

Is it more than 3000 yuan?
Whoever asked this question is an idiot.

Of course 3000 yuan is a lot, and 90.00% of the five people in this country will answer this way, but not every stockbroker can sell the small yellow orders assigned to him.

For some girls, it is easy for them to do it. They just need to lose the way of communication on the phone and communicate with customers face to face, and they can easily sell the most difficult stocks. Of course, they also earn the most.

For an agent like Lynch, his salary may be... "Close to 1000 yuan, Mr. Lynch!"

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

It might have been possible in the past. When the financial environment was good, even farmers would use the money to buy feed to invest, but now it doesn’t work. He only earned 81 yuan this month.

If he can't get his current yellow list done by the end of June, which is the end of this month, the company will let him go and give the opportunity to someone who is ready-some new girl.

Facing Lynch's questioning, he still lied, maybe because he was not reconciled, some humble struggles made him lie, he didn't want Lynch, a peer of his age, to look down on him, and stared at him with contemptuous and arrogant eyes. looking at him, so he said what he thought was a great income without being too exaggerated.

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

Lynch was talking about Richard, and Richard is doing a very good job now, and he knows better than anyone else how to get clients money out of their pants pockets and into Lynch's and his own wallets .

He is very good at maintaining the relationship between himself and his customers. He greets his relatives on weekdays, and gives some worthless small gifts during the holidays. From time to time, he draws prizes for his customer groups and sends some equally worthless products or travel packages. Tickets, these means make him stick to his customer base very high.

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, and at the same time, he had a faint feeling in his heart that the man in front of him, who was evaluated as a "young leader of the new era", seemed to want to...

"Will you work for me?" Lynch said directly.

He pointed to the empty seat on the side, and then someone brought some cold drinks, which calmed down the stockbroker. He didn't agree immediately, but asked, "Can I know why, Mr. Lynch, why A big man like you will take a fancy to me?"

Lynch smiled. He held some sweet juice and asked, "Have you ever seen Bu Peien at five o'clock in the morning?"

The young man froze 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, he has seen Bu Peien at three o'clock in the middle of the night. Those days are not far from him, and even his current life.

He could recall at any moment the busiest street in Bupain filled with the cloying smell at five o'clock in the morning, and the resurgence of restlessness.

He nodded, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I have seen it." He quickly added, "But what is the reason?"

Lynch smiled and put down the cup in his hand, "I've seen it too, because of hard work, because of bravery, fate will only favor those who are prepared... Sorry, I don't know your name yet."

"Lyme, sir, Lyme Macdonald."

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

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

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

Lynch took the straw and stirred the juice in the glass. In order to ensure that the juice was very icy, the juice was not chilled in the refrigerator, but the iced juice was poured on the half glass of smoothie.

Half a glass of smoothie can save the boss a lot of money and at the same time ensure that it will not become lukewarm too quickly. The overly sweet and greasy is also to prevent the smoothie from being dull after it melts.

He looked at Lime, and the changes of young people could never escape his grasp. People were not numb, and people still believed in miracles. Then this was the best time!

Lynch looked at Lime, and after about a minute, he continued, "You have come from the bottom to your current position, in fact, you know more about Bu Paine and this business than those big people you think many."

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

Lynch's words had already moved Lime, he licked his lips, "If I am willing to work for you, Mr. Lynch, what would you let me do?"

"No, you're wrong!" Lynch stretched out a finger and shook, "Working for me is just a rhetoric. In fact, you don't work for me. It's unfair. You can't pay you something because of me. , I can use your ability to make more money for myself."

"I always believe that those who are capable should win, so we are partners."

"As for your question, it's very simple. I plan to buy some trading seats in trading houses. Now is a good time."

The trading seats of the three major banks have plummeted. Last year, there were more than one million seats, but now there are only more than 30 seats left. Lynch plans to buy a few for future preparations.

His main goal is still futures trading. As the federation becomes more integrated into the entire international community, the price fluctuations of some raw materials become difficult to predict.

For example, a certain material will fluctuate greatly with changes in politics, seasons, and military forces in a certain area.

Lynch may not be able to calm down wars in certain areas. He does not have the face to make peace between the two warring countries, but it is too easy to incite antagonism in a region and create artificial armed conflicts!

It is not a good businessman to only suck the blood of foreigners, but also suck the blood of domestic capitalists, that is a good businessman in Lynch's mind!

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

He had already nodded, and when he was about to say the words that he was willing to work for Lynch to express his wishes, Lynch stopped him.

"Before you give me and yourself an answer, you might as well think about it a little bit more. During this time, let's talk about that radio...reconnaissance array!"

(End of this chapter)