Brand Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

At seven o'clock in the morning, Vera sat at the dining table on the first floor on time, full of energy, wearing a uniform for going out, and light makeup.

And Clark, who came downstairs one step late, was speechless when he saw Vera eating breakfast as if nothing had happened.

——How did this girl manage to work all night without sleep, apply a mask and lipstick before going downstairs, and her face looks radiant?

After scraping the last spoonful of creamed corn soup from the bottom of the bowl, Willa looked up at Clark and said softly:

"It looks like you've thought about it, right? Boy?"

After all, without waiting for Clark to speak, she glanced at the advertising professional book in Clark's hand and raised her eyebrows:

"Have you thought about it? Advertising companies are not as simple as you think."

"I know."

Clark froze for a moment, then laughed.

He looked at Vera with firm eyes: "However, if you don't try it, how will you know?"

In fact, Clark didn't particularly intend to join an advertising company. After investigation and study last night, he was just very interested in the advertising industry and wanted to learn more about it.

However, when facing Vera, seeing the girl's understatement of questions, a sense of ambition rose in his heart, as well as another kind of indescribable vague thoughts.

He promised very seriously: "I will work hard."

Unexpectedly, Vera began to shake her head: "It has nothing to do with whether you work hard or not."

She thought about it, and after asking that Clark didn't have any interview arrangements for today, she made a no-nonsense decision, "Very well, then you will stay with me today."

"……what?"

Before Clark could react, more than half an hour later, he was already standing at the boarding gate of the airport.

Looking at Vera who was buying a plane ticket in the distance and preparing to go to New York, he couldn't help it, and the corners of his mouth twitched crazily.

Meow meow meow?

Just as soon as I said that, you really brought me directly to New York? ?

"Well... I have nothing to do today, so I'll show you around Madison Avenue?"

Facing the silly Clark, Vera talked nonsense without changing her face.

Clark: ... with a tired smile.JPG

Arriving in New York smoothly, Vera drove a new car from the airport like magic, carried Clark, quickly arrived in Manhattan, and drove into Madison Avenue after a long absence.

Unlike Washington, where the height of buildings has been stipulated, New York City is full of high-rise buildings, and towering buildings can be seen everywhere, and Madison Avenue is no exception.

Except for the old houses facing the street that still retain the retro beauty, the houses inside the block are all high-rise buildings.

Moreover, there are no residential buildings on this street, all of them are commercial office buildings.

Since the 60s of the last world, hundreds of large and small advertising companies have been distributed on this street, and almost all of the top advertising companies in the United States are headquartered here.

It can be said that any seemingly inconspicuous small company on Madison Avenue has extremely strong strength.

The Sterling Cooper company where Vera works participated in and helped the success of the then President Nixon's campaign. At that time, its reputation was even louder than that of Ogilvy & Mather.

After decades of development, the current Sterling Cooper Company is no longer the crowded and narrow appearance it used to be. It occupies a five-story business building.

Walking in through the automatic glass door, there are three front desk ladies waiting there.

However, the moment they saw Vera walking in from the outside, the expressions on the faces of the three smiling receptionists were all broken, and there was a hint of respect in the shocked little eyes.

Although it was only for a short moment, Clark could read the question mark in the opponent's eyes, "Isn't Ms. Sena recuperating in Washington, why did she appear here?"

He could not help but glance at them sympathetically.

Vera didn't bother to care about what the girls were thinking, she stepped forward, knocked on the counter, and said lightly:

"Contact Bart, I have someone here to ask him to accept it."

Bart is the supervisor in charge of managing interns in the company. The receptionist was stunned for a moment: "Ma'am, what do you mean?"

Vera leaned sideways on the counter, raised her chin in Clark's direction:

"This is my boy, let him study with Bart in the company for a day."

Front desk lady:?

Clark:?

Wait, what is 'my boy'?

The front desk lady's face was cracked, and Clark was not much better, because he noticed that after Vera said this, he turned around and planned to leave here! !

"keep it up!"

When passing by Clark, Vera patted Clark on the shoulder seriously, and said seriously, "I'm a little tired, I'm going back to sleep, see you after get off work."

Clark: ...

Lie ghosts and go, big pig's trotters!

Take the wronged country boy to visit Madison Avenue, incidentally, of course.

The main purpose of Vera coming to New York is of course to find that "cake knife".

When it comes to the game between capital and naked interests, it's easy to check.

Vera only needs to find out the fluctuation data of the economic indicators among the major groups in the more than a year since Chaoying appeared, and she can definitely find out the clues.

Of course, Vera herself does not have the ability or the energy to collect these data from major groups, but there is a place where

—Wall Street.

As a symbol of monopoly capital in the United States, Wall Street almost manipulates the entire capital market in the United States. Just like the advertising company on Madison Avenue, every financial service company on Wall Street is well-known.

Most of the financial elites on this street are senior economic analysts and industry analysts. They spend a lot of time every day collecting and analyzing these data and observing the changes.

Whether it's the company's stock price, changes in the top personnel of these groups, or even a natural disaster somewhere else in the world...all are within the scope of consideration of these financial elites, and they have always eaten this bowl of rice.

No one knows better than them the changes in the major groups in the past year.

Leaving poor little Clark, who was ambitious but unaware of the dangers in the industry, in the company, Vera drove straight and found a small training institution near Wall Street.

At this point in time, the training institution has not yet started work. In the simple office, a middle-aged man is sitting alone in the corner, obviously waiting for Vera.

This person is probably in his fifties, with a lot of hairspray on his hair, and his face is vicissitudes, but he can vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth.

He was wearing a cheap white shirt and baggy suit pants, and he was leaning against the wall to smoke, and the ash was scattered on the floor.

The first thing the man said when he saw Vera was:

"Fuck! I almost fucking thought you died in Washington!"

After a pause, he saw the needle wound on Vera's neck, and opened his mouth slightly: "... Grass, you really hit it."

In just two sentences, he said "fuck" three times.

Vera seemed to have gotten used to the other party's attitude, she glanced at the man:

"How is the preparation?"

"What do you say?"

The man chuckled, took out a USB flash drive from his pocket, and threw it to Vera.

"According to your request, all the materials from November of the previous year."

The man muttered and lit another cigarette, "Even in Wall Street today, it is impossible for anyone to come up with more detailed data than this."

Vera immediately transferred $20 to the man.

To pay the other party 20 yuan just for such a USB flash drive and some information without even having it authenticated, from a normal person's point of view, Vera is probably crazy.

However, this man's name is Jordan Belfort, who was once hailed as the "Wolf of Wall Street" by Forbes.

As a stockbroker who used equity financing in the 80s of the last century to rake in 2000 million in [-] overnight, although Belfort has already washed his hands of gold, but in view of his previous connections and vision in the gray area, from his hands The outflowing data can be said to be invaluable.

"Although I don't know what you are going to do."

After receiving the money, Belfort's attitude improved significantly, and he even deliberately warned Vera:

"All I can say is...be careful and don't go my way."

With Belfort's eyesight, of course he could see that Vera was using these materials to make trouble, otherwise she would just go to those serious analysts on Wall Street.

Also because of his friendship with Vera, Belfort seldom persuaded with "kindness":

"If you are targeted by the FBI, believe me, I have a thousand ways to prove that you stole these materials from me."

Vera, calmly: "Don't worry, I assure you, I will definitely not be targeted by the FBI."

——That is to say, what you are going to do next, apart from the FBI, any force in this USB flash drive list will be eyeing you, right? ? ?

Belfort: "..."

Belfort: "Then what... I'll refund the money to you, please let me go..."

He is really very puzzled:

"What on earth are you going to do? To get involved with this group of people? I took a rough look at the information based on your request. Do you know what the final answer you want will be?"

Hearing this, Vera, who was already about to leave, paused for a moment, looking at Belfort quietly with her lake green eyes.

Stared at by such a pair of extremely calm eyes, Belfort's throat moved, he sighed, and spit out a word:

"The answer is...an arms dealer."

……

……

The whole office was suddenly quiet for a second.

Belfort held his forehead, not looking into Vera's eyes:

"I was young too, Senna, when I was like you, I thought I was the king of the world, God, I was wrong."

We are all the top talents, we call the wind and rain in the industry, we easily beat all our peers, and we think we are omnipotent.

But in fact?

The Wolf of Wall Street, who is over half a hundred and no longer has the vigor and ambition of his youth, looked at Vera coldly and puzzled, his voice low and indistinct:

"Loma, Boeing, Stark, Thunder... Senna, which one can you afford to offend?"