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Loria collapsed on the sofa, feeling like she was going to be out of breath.

Is this the magic of industrial society?

Sharper than a sword, more cunning than a devil, and crueler than a beast.

She seems to have seen that on a cold rainy night when the money was not paid, she was tied up with iron chains by the grinning Sasha in the cold wind, and then sold to a dark mine as a mine rat.

100 years, 200 years, non-stop mining day and night.

Eating moldy dry food and drinking sewage mixed with slag, despite this, her debts continued to pile up.

Never ending.

The letter paper with the words 'cannibalism' written between the lines slipped from her fingertips.

Where is this magic that makes people grow up?

This is obviously a contract to make fans become cattle and horses of the Natural History Society.

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Chapter 117 Ponzi Brothers Investment Company

In early October, Ponzi Brothers.

"Okay, who will speak and talk about what kind of spirit we need? To survive in this cruel market?"

Barbus Ponzi shouted to his brothers from a desk.

"Brother. I want to speak!"

Wolfe Pounds stood up and shouted: "In nature, the fittest survive, and so do companies. The team that can survive and develop in the future must be a wolf-like team, wolf..."

"Shut up, you idiot." Brother Ponzi smashed his leather shoes on his brother's face, and shouted disdainfully, "Wolf is such a weak creature, I can kill three of them with one slide!"

Brother is amazing.

Sparse applause.

"You all don't understand!" Brother Ponzi hopped back to pick up the leather shoes, and knocked them on the table vigorously: "The enterprises that can survive and develop in the future must be enterprises with cockroach characteristics!"

"No matter how bad the market is, no matter how cunning the customers are, only cockroaches can win in the struggle for survival for hundreds of millions of years!" Brother Ponzi slammed his leather shoes vigorously and shouted: "We want to dance with cockroaches! Learn the spirit of cockroaches! A company that lacks cockroaches will be ruined by just a little market fluctuation! Here I propose ten cockroach rules! You must remember, dance with cockroaches and become cockroaches!"

"Oh, dance with the cockroaches, be the cockroaches."

Sparse echoes.

The eldest brother's brain is broken again, and the Ponzi brothers looked at each other, guessing how much money this idiot must have lost... Will he be a shark?

Shark yourself, just hope you don't bring in investigators from the Ministry of Finance.

If you invite him, please invite him, the money that Brabs lost has nothing to do with our Pounds brothers.

They traveled across the ocean to this metropolis, not to be buried with their eldest brother.

It's okay to be ridiculed as rednecks, they want to make a lot of money.

Thirteen islands in the West Sea, the borders of the world, forgotten corners, and muddy countryside.

No one wants to go back and spend their entire lives in cotton and rubber plantations—the most outrageous thing they can do in this life is to pour a small pot of Brittany tea into the sea to express their respect for the suzerain country. dissatisfied.

Maybe you have to get it back after pouring it out, after all, tea is too expensive.

More than 80 years ago, they also tried to resist, and even got the full support of the old friend of the Xihai people, His Majesty Louis, the emperor of Gallia.

It's a pity that the thirteen islands in the West Sea are too weak and isolated from each other on the vast sea, so they can't resist the siege of Brittania's powerful navy.

And the much-anticipated foreign aid... A few years later, brother Louis said he would be gone if he didn't.

Since then, the Yankee Federation dreamed of cutting off the West Sea, leaving only the West Sea colonies belonging to the cloth in the world.

The tall Boboon Ponzi returned to his office—to be precise, the 17 cousins ​​of them only had this decent office, and each of them had a day, depending on who had the luck to meet a customer.

In the beginning, the eldest brother Brabus had two days alone.But the next day he would step on a bear trap, sit on a chair strewn with thumbtacks, have 'fuck' written all over his notepad, have his lunch thrown in the trash, be pushed down the stairs... it was like Bewitched in general.

Brother Babus discussed with his brothers, but in the end he only came to the conclusion that it would be unlucky for one person to occupy the office for two days.

Leaning on the back of the wide chair, Boborn put his legs up on the walnut desk. He looked around. The two large bookshelves were full of brand new books on economics that he could not understand. On the coffee table in front of the reception sofa was a Cheap fruit candy, this is to deal with those guests who just chat and don't pay.

There is good wine and tea hidden in his desk, which are good things for those customers who are interested in signing contracts.

It's a pity that the wine has not been opened, and the tea leaves are about to expire.

That's okay, a luxury on the last day of the shelf life.

And that day is coming.

This is the result of their years of hard work - they can occupy a place in the financial city of Longtinion.

Although the location is a bit off.

He looked out of the window, thinking that one day he would move his office to a place where he could see the Bank of Brittany... Between the white and dark gray buildings and roads, he caught a flash from the corner of his eye of pink.

Let's see it.

Boborn retracted his eyes and turned the pen in boredom. He was very confident in himself now—speaking in an authentic Londinian accent, wearing a high-collared white shirt and a well-tailored suit, and a brand-new piece of thick cloth Coat, check handkerchief in the breast pocket, wearing a Conservative Party badge.

Pocket watches and silver-encrusted canes are old objects that look old, highlighting the long-standing heritage of a family.

He has also carefully prepared a few good jokes about ministers and MPs, which will make local customers smile knowingly.

Bobburn Ponzi, unlike his useless older brother, had washed himself of the smell of mud.

It's just that his hard work has not yet ushered in a real test.

He flicked the hemisphere on the table, staring at the vast ocean to the west of the Northern Continent in a daze, until ten minutes later, a knock on the door brought his attention back.

The door of the office opened, and the youngest who was the door-opener today welcomed a short figure in a cloak, and made a gesture of wiping his neck towards Boborn without any trace.

It's not something to do to guests, it's ugly human envy.

It was so ugly, Boborn grinned slightly, but suppressed the smile after seeing the appearance of the guest.

The black-haired little lady, both in build and appearance, is a little immature, obviously a child.Look at her coat—a rough gray cloak of cotton and linen.

Brand new but cheap.

Come on, I'm afraid it's a cook or a tailor's little girl in the South District who has unrealistic dreams of getting rich and "invested" with savings of more than ten shillings.

Boborn classifies similar families as skilled worker families—better than ordinary workers, even able to support two or three children, but the quality of life is worrying, always stuttering, with a little accident or a sum of money A small debt can drive such a family into the abyss.

This was not his target customer, and he was planning to send the little girl away with a few casual words, but found that she declined Ponzi's third brother's move to pick up his coat, and stood in the office by himself, looking around.

The little black-haired girl ignored him, which made Boborn not know what to do, and he didn't know whether he should treat her to two cheap fruit candies that smelled like soap.

After a while, after glancing at the nameplate on the desk, the black-haired girl finally said, "Mr. Pounds, how do you view risks?"

Yoho, are you ready?

The little girl who played tricks in front of the adults looked naive and cute, especially her delicate voice, which made her look younger.

However, there seems to be something inconsistent?

"Miss, my job is not to deliberately pursue risks, but to bring excess profits to customers... Risks are a byproduct of my work. How to avoid them and earn more profits for customers is what I do. where the value lies."

The black-haired girl listened carefully to his words, nodded lightly, and then asked lightly: "Then, Mr. Pounds, when you face huge risks and profits, how do you choose?"

Hearing this, Bo Boen shrugged and replied as a matter of course: "Of course I will give it a go."

Strangely, the sense of disobedience is getting stronger and stronger.

Bo Boen frowned deeply, what is the problem?

Yes!

It's an accent, which even the locals don't know how to use, that kind of clumsy retro academic accent.

Although she deliberately concealed it, she could still hear some clues.

Is this really a child of a skilled worker?

Chapter 118 Great Magician Sasha

"Mr. Pounds, can you give me a contract and introduce your investment strategy to me?"

"Of course miss."

The keen Boborn sensed the abnormality. He felt that his chance might really be coming. Naturally, he no longer neglected. He quickly pulled away the chair in front of the walnut desk, and went to the drawer to search for the signed standard contract. .

The black-haired lady was not in a hurry to sit down, but took off the cheap cloak and hung it on the hanger at the door by herself, revealing the cashmere shawl and worsted long skirt underneath.

Boborn doesn't know much about the types and exquisiteness of clothing fabrics, but he also knows that worsted wool is equal to gold pounds, and cashmere is even more expensive, and the long skirt that fits the body is obviously custom-made... Who would be willing to do it? Putting such an expensive fabric on a growing child.

You must know that children may not fit well after a few months.

If it weren't for his quick reaction, this Miss Jin... who was tempting others with a vicious taste might have slipped away.

But then, something happened that made his back feel cold—this black-haired lady pulled her long black hair off her head!

Oh... it's a wig.

Watching her take off the wig, revealing her long pale pink hair, and then take out a tissue from her handbag and wipe it on her face.

After a while, the scary pink-haired lady who changed her appearance a little bit, revealing a similar but easily confused true face, smiled and sat across from him.

Come to an investment company and have to wear a wig in disguise? ? ?

What is this girl from?

Boborn's heart almost missed a beat. There may be quite troublesome and scary stories behind it. No wonder she asked herself how to choose when facing risks.

He tensed his arms, controlling the hands that trembled with excitement.

Yes, terrible risk, does it mean that it is accompanied by huge profits?

"You'd better not tell what you met me, otherwise I'm afraid it will bring you unnecessary trouble."

Luo Liya spoke lightly without raising her head. She was in contact with letters from all over the world in the Natural History Society, and she knew best what kind of terrifying intelligence capabilities this organization has.

She wasn't making false threats either. Who knew if Sasha would hang up Mr. Ponzi and beat him half to death after discovering that she had hidden her private money in order to vent her anger.

Listen, unnecessary trouble, Bo Boen is so happy that he is going to faint, and when he gets rich, he will kick the big brother's ass hard, and kick him into his favorite cockroach pile.

With a soft voice, he talked a lot about his allocation of customer assets when Loria was reading the contract, what ratio to invest in the stock market, how to pursue fashionable technology, which route to invest in, and what kind of goods to invest in. export trade.

"Are you from Xihai?" Luria signed her name on the contract calmly.

Boborn was stunned for a moment, and asked, "How did you find out?"

Luo Liya smiled and said nothing, and returned the contract to Bo Boen.

'LREastray'

It's a very rare surname. After thinking about it, Boborn felt that he had seen this surname somewhere before, and then he realized that the name tag he put on his desk only had his middle initials, which is Xihai's habit.

Bretons always abbreviate the first two proper names together.

Tsk, is it such a habitual little detail that is easily overlooked?

"Here is five thousand pounds."

Luria put an unregistered money order on the table. Although she wanted to pounce on and cover most of her wealth, she forced herself to say in a flat tone: "You might as well be bolder, for example, pay more attention to where you are going. A cargo ship of the Kingdom of Pasta."