"Mr. Li, we are actually doing this business! We care very much about trust with our customers, because after all, there are risks. If we don't trust each other, we will definitely have a very unpleasant ending up."

Liang Jiasheng's face disappeared and he said coldly: "In the case of Mr. Li, I suggest my assistant to operate it. He also graduated from a prestigious university."

"I'm not bothering Mr. Liang anymore, thank you for your hospitality."

Before Liang Jiasheng could finish his words, Li Ye stood up from the sofa, nodded slightly at him, turned his head and left the office.

No matter how powerful your business ability is, I haven’t even had a cup of tea after sitting for a long time. Did I come to PUA with the money?

Li Ye left the stock office with a cold face, and Pei Wencong hurriedly chased after him.

"Mr. Li, you, Liang Jiasheng, are actually talking about the truth. A gold medal agent like him cannot fully see through the trend of the Hang Seng Index.

And he doesn't usually do such small businesses, but it's so dangerous to speculate on Hang Seng, we must rely on his ability."

Pei Wencong already knew Li Ye well. Through the conversation between the two people just now, he knew that Li Ye hated Liang Jiasheng's proud attitude.

The Liang family was very bad when they were in school, but they had the capital to do it, had a good family background and strong ability, and they also looked arrogant to many Hong Kong people.

For example, to him Pei Wencong.

But Li Ye stood still and said to Pei Wencong: "The dangers of speculating on Hang Seng Spot are not enough? What I value is a person's professional ethics. No matter how strong he is, he has a God-like face. Do you think I should believe him?"

"I'll ask you, who is God?"

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Pei Wencong was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Okay, Mr. Li, you have the final say in spending money."

After getting on the bus, Pei Wencong asked Li Ye again: "My other classmate's office is a little small. Does Mr. Li still need to go and see it?"

Li Ye was feeling unhappy and nodded expressionlessly. Amin hurriedly drove.

Pei Wencong's other classmate's office was not far away, but as he said, it was a little small.

I rented an office in a dilapidated office building. The signs of Jinbo Financial Consulting Company at the door were a bit worn, and there were no assistants or female secretary inside.

Just two clients, aunts, were arguing with a man with a little bald hair.

This is a bag company at first glance!

Pei Wencong smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Li, if it is just about professional ethics, he is better than Liang Jiasheng."

After Li Ye and others entered the consulting company, the bald man just greeted Pei Wencong simply, and then argued with the two aunts, making his face turn red and his neck thick.

Pei Wencong wanted to interrupt the classmate, but Li Ye waved his hand and stopped Pei Wencong.

If Li Ye was asked to speak Cantonese, he would definitely not speak well, but it would be fine to listen to Cantonese.

He had already heard that the bald man was not arguing with the two aunts, but was persuading him.

"The current market is very bad. Don't be so impulsive. The price-to-earnings ratio of those two stocks is almost 300 times. How can you still buy it?"

"I can trade for you, but there is no market for making 15 points now. Don't go to Zhu Datou! He will lose you to death."

The two aunts originally wanted to entrust the bald man to trade two stocks, and claimed that "it won't blame you for losing money", and even threatened to go to another house, but the bald man tried his best to persuade them to be steady.

The three of them had a dispute for at least twenty minutes before finally reaching a result. The bald man tried his best to help them trade, but it was up to him to decide which stock to buy.

The two aunts took out the bundled Hong Kong dollars from their bags and gave them to the bald man. I don’t know if it was their entire family background.

"Bozi! We have been trading stocks for so many years, and you are the most reassuring here, but you always have this kind of business attitude and will not be developed."

"It doesn't matter if you are developed or not. You can't hurt others to jump off buildings, right? You have to be conscientious!"

After listening to the last few conversations between the three people, Li Ye became interested in this man who had already been bald.

Because he looks very much like a fund manager Li Ye knew in his previous life.

The same head has no hair, and the same "conscience".

On the eve of the fight between Damao and Ermao in his previous life, Li Ye accidentally saw the promotion of the gold fund manager on a Taobao page, and then he was hooked up.

Then it was a series of falls and struggling to get a scar.

In this process, there was a fund manager with a small position, which impressed Li Ye very deeply.

As soon as Damao Ermao started to fight, he limited the subscription amount of funds under his name, and investors could only buy one hundred yuan of his fund every day.

After two months of the war, he lowered his quota again and sold only 50 yuan a day. In the end, he simply closed the subscription channel.

However, during the entire 22 years, when the fund market was wailing, the fund under the name of this fund manager rose by fifteen points against the trend, which was a little red among thousands of green.

This is Li Ye’s only money-making fund, so I still remember it fresh.

In other words, if the fund manager is not sure about making money for his customers, he might as well stop accepting customers.

And during this period, what about the other gold fund managers?

They all have various publicity, various outbound and various analysis reports one by one, and they almost put out bright slogans: "Master, come and have fun! We are so happy here."

Nima, no matter whether you buy or sell, fund managers make money. They can make money by drought and flood, and you will lose your skin if you die.

And the "Bozi" in front of me seems to be as true as Pei Wencong said, and it is a bit professional.

"Acong, why did you come to me today? I heard that you are now developed, and it is rare to remember me, Black Fish Wave."

Bozai sent away the two aunt customers, and while busy pouring tea for Li Ye, Jin Peng and Hao Jian, he chatted with Pei Wencong.

When pouring tea for Li Ye, he said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm a little negligent just now, I'm sorry."

Li Ye thanked the other person for the tea first and said, "Don't be so polite, I think it's pretty good. Are the two aunts in front of you your old customers?"

When Bo Zai heard Li Ye’s Mandarin, he was stunned at first, and then said in Mandarin with a strong accent: “Yes, yes! I have known them for four or five years. I have made some money in the previous few years, but the market this year is not good, so I said a few more words to them.”

At this time, Pei Wencong said: "My friend from the mainland wants to make some fun in Hang Seng. You can have a good talk with him."

"Fry Hang Seng Site?"

Bo Zai was stunned, then turned his head and asked Pei Wencong quickly in Cantonese: "Does he know what the Hang Seng Site is? It's easy to lose its position."

Pei Wencong said helplessly: "He is very persistent and requires a very simple and good ethics, and he is bearish to 700 points."

"Bearish to 700 points?"

Bozai's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look at Li Ye again.

He looked at Li Ye a few times, and suddenly bent forward and stretched out his hand: "What do you call this brother?"

Li Ye reached out and shook him gently, saying, "My surname is Li, where are you, brother?"

"Oh, I have a business card."

Bo Zai hurriedly found a business card and handed it to Li Ye.

When Li Ye saw it, he couldn't help but smile.

It turns out that this person is named Luo Runbo. He actually has a master's degree in law from the University of Hong Kong and a lawyer's license. He is in the financial and securities industry and is actually "not doing his job properly."

Luo Runbo may have been used to Li Ye's smile, and said without mind: "Mr. Li is the most decisive investor I have met in half a year. I am not optimistic about the prospects of Hong Kong stocks. The Hang Seng point may indeed fall below 700 points, or even lower, and the time will not be too far away."

Before Li Ye could say anything, Pei Wencong said in surprise: "Abo, why are you so pessimistic? I just came from Liang Jiasheng, and he didn't think the Hang Seng point would fall below 700."

"Are there few people killed by the Liang family a few years ago?"

Luo Runbo said coldly and was silent for a long time before continuing: "I am not actually pessimistic in Hong Kong, I am pessimistic in Britain."

Li Ye looked at Luo Runbo, who was in a depressed mood and finally took it seriously.

Most of the Hong Kong people he saw these days believed that the British Empire was still powerful and that the Iron Lady could resolve the dispute soon.

Luo Runbo was the first Hong Kong islander Li Ye met who was not optimistic about Britain.

However, his vision was limited after all, and he could not see the dispute. With the support of the north, the financial market in Hong Kong Island became more prosperous.

Perhaps realizing that he was a little confused, Luo Runbo quickly adjusted and asked Li Ye’s plan: “How much capital is Mr. Li planning to invest?”

Li Ye said: "Hong Kong dollars of 500,000, bearish to 700 points, come and help me operate."

Pei Wencong frowned and asked Li Ye in a low voice: "Mr. Li, are you sure you want to take a gamble?"

Li Ye had only more than 500,000 yuan in his books. He originally wanted to spend more than 200,000 yuan to exchange for US dollars as a bonus for the call for papers, but now he suddenly invested all of them in the futures market. Pei Wencong was still a little worried.

"What does it mean to bet?" Li Ye said: "I am a person who has a monthly salary, how can I bet?"

"Yes, you do have money coming next month, please feel free to do it."

The profits of "Flying the Wind" are still flowing back to Talang Publishing House, but Pei Wencong is not afraid of Li Ye's 30,000 US dollars flying.

In the end, Li Ye signed a commission contract with Luo Runbo, asking him to trade the 500,000 Hong Kong dollars for him.

Hao Jian and Jin Peng thought about it for a while and began to discuss in a low voice. They distributed a lot of dividends this year, but they were all RMB, so it was still very troublesome to exchange it for Hong Kong dollars. Even on the black market, there were often no market prices.

After finishing all this, it was already noon. Luo Runbo invited Li Ye and others to have a meal. Although it was just a small restaurant, it was OK in terms of taste and sincerity.

After dinner, Pei Wencong said apologetically to Li Ye: "Sorry, Mr. Li, I made an appointment with Master Huang many days in advance to calculate the year of the year. I informed me yesterday that I will go there this afternoon and I will ask Amin to take you to have a tour!"

"Yes, you're busy with yours, let's just take a look."

Li Ye is indecisive, but Hao Jian said: "Mr. Pei, since it's time to calculate the passing years, let's do it. I have heard that the masters on Hong Kong Island are very skilled in Pengcheng."

The fortune-telling trend on Hong Kong Island is very prosperous, and the mainland has become mysterious because of the severe crackdowns in the past few years, so Hao Jian is a little curious.

"I dare not take the abilities, but the customs. The customs are just that Master Huang is very famous. I'm not sure if he will receive a few people. If we go there together, I'll ask for you!"
To be continued...