The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

The bald manager looked calm after hearing this, but his blood pressure was a little high...

"Mr. Meng, 14 million is too high. Why don't we each give in to 13 million! The premium of 2 million is already quite high. This is also the highest authority given to me by the headquarters."

"Oh..." Meng Lang nodded clearly, then stood up.

"Then I'll come back in two days."

Just kidding, if you know you can earn 14 million, but you have to earn 13 million, isn't that going to be a problem with money?

Money is a bastard, but in this world, regardless of men or women, most people like bastards.

"Uh...Mr. Meng, please wait a moment!" The bald manager had some sweat on his forehead.

Come back in two days?

Who knows whether your expected value will continue to soar in two days?

I'm afraid my blood pressure won't be able to withstand it by then!

"Fourteen million is indeed beyond my authority. In this case, Mr. Meng, please sit down for a moment while I call the headquarters for instructions."

Meng Lang nodded obediently and sat down again to drink tea calmly.

Anyway, the profits have been locked in, it’s just a matter of one day earlier and one day later. Soulless investment is so calm...

A full ten minutes passed before the bald manager walked back to the reception room, wiping away cold sweat.

He looked at Meng Lang and stretched out his hand with a helpless smile.

"Mr. Meng, congratulations! The headquarters has agreed to a deal of 14 million yuan!"

Niu Ben's eyes twitched.

Damn it! Do you really agree?

In the blink of an eye, it's 1 million again. The efficiency of young people making money nowadays is terrible.

When Meng Lang heard that the other party actually agreed, he looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he almost couldn't help but dance Jiangnan style.

14 million, that’s 14 million!

The difference between knowing I can make it and actually making it is like being engaged and getting married.

The former can only have sex, but the latter can really do bridal chamber!

"Mr. Meng, you are really a wise investor. Your principal has soared dozens of times in just a few days. This is the first time in my life that I have seen such an exaggerated rate of return." The bald manager couldn't help but sigh.

"Luck, just luck." Meng Lang smiled modestly.

"Mr. Meng, do you have time to show your respect at noon? I would like to treat you to a meal. I am really curious about your vision for this investment. Could you please impart your investment experience to us?"

"this……"

Investment experience?

I don't mind teaching, but what little investment experience I have is still a cheating thing I learned from the teacher Tony next to me.

Use his methods to repay others?

When will the injustice be repaid...

"Ahem! You don't need to eat. In fact, my investment experience is very simple.

You have stepped on too many pitfalls, experienced profound lessons, and suffered heart-wrenching setbacks in life. You will look back at it when the time comes.

You will find that the secret to wealth in life only requires a little bit of reverse thinking..."

Hearing Meng Lang's words, the bald manager and Niu Ben both looked thoughtful.

Too many pitfalls? Are the lessons learned profound enough? Are you heartbroken by the setbacks you have encountered in life?

really! Among all the big names in the investment industry, which one didn’t struggle a lot, have been ups and downs in the stock market for many years, and suffered countless failures before reaching the final achievement?

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing ups and downs? No one can succeed casually!

When others are fearful, I am greedy; when others are greedy, I am fearful!

This kind of reverse thinking is a must-have for investment tycoons to win.

In their minds, Meng Lang was alone in a small dark room studying the K-line until late at night.

The lights were dim, and only the obscure histograms on the computer screen bloomed, decomposed, and rotated in his eyes like a demonstration of some mysterious move...

He suffered losses again and again, and failed investments again and again, but he remained unyielding and went back to review and study each investment again and again...

In the end, I finally washed away all my troubles, had an epiphany, and established my own unique investment philosophy, which became a blockbuster!

Inspiring! So inspiring!

"Listening to your words is better than ten years of studying! Mr. Meng, I must ask you for more advice when I have the opportunity in the future."

"Mr. Meng's investment experience is full of life philosophy. It's ridiculous that I actually wanted to introduce my experience to you before. It's really just trying to do the same thing."

"Uh... easy to say, easy to say."

Meng Lang was a little confused.

He looked at the two people with admiring expressions in confusion, and several question marks appeared on his forehead.

Is my "unique" investment experience so useful to you all?

The key to the wealth code of life lies in the phrase "looking back".

If you can't look back, everything else is nonsense.

Are you sure you understand it well?

…

People who have achieved great things throughout the ages seem to be perfect people with diligence, hard work, confidence, perseverance and perseverance.

Leaving aside the metaphysical theory of destiny and destiny, did these great figures succeed first and then be praised by others, or did they achieve success first by possessing qualities that were praised by others.

I'm afraid only those characters themselves know it...

Niu Ben went out to go through the formalities and prepare the acquisition contract, while the bald manager in the reception room put on a smile and made tea for Meng Lang.

"I still don't know where Mr. Meng is employed?"

Meng Lang took a sip of tea. "China Life Insurance."

The bald manager was stunned for a moment, insurance company?

"Here! That's it." Meng Lang pointed to the bald manager's cell phone.

"Do you have children at home? Is the screen often broken? Then I suggest you buy a broken screen insurance for your mobile phone. It costs more than ten yuan to avoid the loss of thousands of yuan. This is also an investment, right? .”

How come my screen is broken...it's not thanks to you...

The bald manager couldn't help but sneered, but his words were compliments.

"So that's it. If you understand everything, it's no wonder Mr. Meng's investment philosophy is so excellent."

Meng Lang looked at the bald manager who said "Everything you say is right" and felt something clear in his heart.

Isn’t this what Uncle Zhang said, “It’s better to let the customers convince themselves than to convince them themselves”?

He looked at the bald manager's little "hair" left, then looked at the other person's watch, and immediately asked.

"Is Manager Liu under a lot of pressure at work?"

pressure? Where does most of my stress come from recently? Don’t you have some clues in your mind?

"Ahem! Yes, those in our line of business may look good on the surface, but in fact, the industry is extremely ruthless. 996 is the norm."

"Well! Then your body must be a little bit overwhelmed, right? Do you feel that your health is getting worse as you get older?"

"Well, that's right. My blood pressure has been a little high recently..."

"Really? That's right! I suggest that Manager Liu consider our company's 'million-dollar medical insurance'. This insurance does not cost much, but the protection is quite comprehensive..."

…

"Manager, the materials are ready... uh..."

"Yes! Manager Liu, brush your face, turn to the left, turn to the right, and blink your eyes again... That's it! Just wait for the call back.

Look, how easy it is to apply for insurance now, the whole process takes less than ten minutes with a mobile phone, or how can we say that technology changes life..."

When Niu Ben pushed the door open and came in, he saw this scene.

"Manager, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing. I asked Mr. Meng for help and bought an insurance policy."

The bald manager looked constipated and forced a smile.

"Insurance...insurance?" Niu Ben was stunned.

Where is this?

"Are the materials ready? Bring them over and give them to Mr. Meng to sign."

"oh oh!"

Galaxy Securities is indeed a top company in the industry, with enthusiastic managers and top-notch efficiency.

[Ding dong! Your account ending in 6626 received RMB 14,000,000.00 on March 29...]

Looking at the text message reminder on his phone, Meng Lang had already forced himself to calm down, but his eyelids were still twitching.

There are so many zeros that I can’t even count them, and my head is a little dizzy.

It turns out... is this the trouble of rich people...

"Mr. Meng, have you received the money?"

"Ah? Oh! Got it! It is indeed the top securities company in the country, and its efficiency is unparalleled. I give it a five-star rating!"

The bald manager's mouth twitched.

I am not a bank counter here, I still need customers to evaluate the service...

"As long as Mr. Meng is satisfied, I wonder if Mr. Meng has any future investment plans? Have you considered continuing to invest in us?

For high-quality customers like Mr. Meng, our company is willing to offer the most preferential investment treatment. "

Niu Ben glanced at the manager with a look of understanding in his eyes.

Let me tell you, why are the front legs gnashing their teeth in hatred, but the back legs are right at home, and they even bought insurance!

This is public relations fee for high emotional intelligence!

When the agreement comes into effect, the two parties are opponents on the gambling table, playing a zero-sum game, and naturally they want to fight to the death.

Now that they were willing to admit defeat and both parties left the gambling table, in the eyes of the securities company, Meng Lang was considered a high-quality customer.

After all, it’s worth more than 10 million...

How can you trap a wolf if you are reluctant to let go of your child?

No wonder someone else can be a leader, but I am still a salesperson.

The role reversal between the bald manager and the enemy is as smooth as silk...