"Of course, if you have the strength, I believe you can do better than others." Zhao Chuanxin affirmed.

Capitalists are all sharks, and money is blood.

Grenville Harper showed Zhao Chuanxin what it was like for a shark to smell blood.

He stood up and extended his hand to Zhao Chuanxin: "Boss!"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "Xinghui Catering Company is a sycamore tree. In windy mornings, warm afternoons, gorgeous dusk, and shooting star nights, you, the phoenix, will encounter the most beautiful scenery here. Congratulations to you

, found the organization. Money is waving to you, the legend of Wall Street opens the curtain today, and your era has begun!"

Zhao Chuanxin shook hands with him, and regardless of whether he had eaten the sandwich or not, he always downed a bowl of poisonous chicken soup first.

Grenville Harper was stunned for a moment. He tasted a bowl of chicken soup that had no nutritional value.

He said: "I need an assistant to accompany me and I need some time to organize my thoughts."

The best candidate is definitely Abraham Cohen.

Zhao Chuanxin took Grenville Harper to make a phone call, and after waiting for less than forty minutes, Abraham Cohen appeared.

"Boss, what's so urgent?"

"Let me introduce you." Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the pretty boy Grenville Harper and said: "This is the Wall Street banker and diplomat Grenville Harper."

Abraham Cohen looked at him and wondered: "Boss, don't you hate people who are more handsome than you?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyes: "Are you blind? Is there really anyone on this street who is more handsome than me?"

Grenville Harper: "..."

Abraham Cohen sneered: "It was my eyesight."

"You have to introduce our business to him. When he brings franchisees, you take them for on-site inspections. For the first ten franchisees, the commission goes to him, and the franchisees go to your area. If you get ten, I will upgrade you.

Renville is the regional manager."

Abraham Cohen's eyes lit up: The person my boss trusts the most is me, and it is indeed right to do things seriously.

"Hello, Mr. Harper, I can tell you are a capable person."

Abraham Cohen rushes to shake hands with Grenville Harper.

He likes to climb into power, wealth and status, and likes the ways of the upper class.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his coat and put it on his shoulders: "Grenville, how long will it take for you to recruit franchisees?"

Grenville Harper said: "I need to first understand the system of Xinghui Catering Company, and then I need to contact people in one or two days."

Zhao Chuanxin made a calculation and realized that three days have passed.

He must repay Arthur Gompers' five hundred dollars within three days.

So he waved his hands impatiently: "You two, get out of here, I still have things to do."

As he spoke, he took the reins from the coachman, got on his horse, and ran away.

Wall Street, Bank of Montana.

Zhao Chuanxin went upstairs, and the staff saw that his suit fit him well, but he didn't wear a tie, and they couldn't figure out where Zhao Chuanxin came from.

These people usually know how to take care of the dishes, but Zhao Chuanxian is neither rich nor poor.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hello, can you help me find Samuel Goldberg."

"Um, let's talk to our manager. Do you have an appointment?"

The staff try to be polite.

"Tell him Ethan is here."

"Sorry, I can't do this, but I can make an appointment for you."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Okay, give me an appointment in ten minutes."

"..." The staff was speechless: "Sorry, we have to wait until noon tomorrow at the earliest."

"You are talking drunken words." Zhao Chuanxin put away his smile: "I can tell from your face that you are a person who regards death as your own."

As he spoke, he moved his suit away to reveal the gun holster on his waist.

The staff's pupils shrank and they subconsciously looked at the security guard at the door.

The security guard, with his big belly, was dozing off against the doorpost.

Seeing his erratic eyes, Zhao Chuanxin said: "That fat-headed guy is within ten meters. No one can be faster than me within ten meters. Take my advice, you can't control this matter, go and tell Samuel quickly."

Well, let’s just say Ethan is here.”

The staff turned around and ran to the manager's office.

Not long after, Samuel Goldberg came in a hurry. Seeing Zhao Chuanxin from afar, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He turned around and said: "It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding, you go ahead and do your work."

The staff seems to have been granted amnesty.

"Ethan, what are you doing?" he scolded.

"Haha, you idiot asked me to make an appointment. I can only make an appointment when I go to the bank to withdraw money."

The time is usually midnight when the buildings are empty.

Samuel Goldberg sighed: "Did the money come?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out five hundred yuan and it was still warm.

"Let Rachel tell Sister Hua that there is no need to worry about money." After hesitating, Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Samuel, do you have any investment yourself?"

Samuel Goldberg frowned: "Yes, but you don't understand this aspect, so don't try to persuade me any more."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Okay then, bring something good to Rachel for me."

"No problem."

When Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the bank, the staff looked at him warily.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone as handsome as me?"

The staff took a step back in fright, irritated.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed loudly, walked out of the bank, looked back at the "Montana Bank" sign, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Heinze, a key figure in the financial crisis, is a shareholder of this bank.

It's early October, and soon the Heinze brothers will take over the position of "short squeeze" and there will be a run on this bank.

A storm is about to form.

For the sake of his apprentice, Zhao Chuanxin has already tried to persuade him three times.

But Samuel Goldberg didn't care at all.

Nothing happened, so Zhao Chuanxin had to sit back and watch the building collapse.

He thought this in his heart, smiled like that on his face, and walked towards Thomas W. Lawson's temporary office humming a tune.

The blue-faced Dou Erdun steals the royal horse, the red-faced Guan Gong fights in Changsha...

Put on the suit, put on the top hat, hang up the pocket watch, lower the brim of the hat, and have a civilized staff in your hand.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin became the most inconspicuous person on Wall Street, because the streets were full of people dressed in this way.

Go upstairs, but the secretary is still blocking you.

"Hello, sir, how may I serve you?"

"Tell Thomas to come out to me."

"Sorry, Mr. Lawson is in a meeting."

Zhao Chuanxin is here to ask for money.

I originally thought that Grenville Harper could help him make a fortune, but water far away cannot quench his thirst.

He had no choice but to come and pick Thomas W. Lawson's wool.

This time Zhao Chuanxin did not act arrogantly. After all, it is his own industry.

He said: "How long do I need to wait?"

The secretary thought for a while: "It will take at least half an hour."

Zhao Chuanxin sat down on the sofa in the reception room, took out his cigarette and lit it: "I will wait here until the meeting is over and tell him that Ethan is here."

When the secretary saw him holding his head, he pursed his lips and said nothing, brought him a cup of coffee and left.

Thomas W. Lawson is also number one now.

Some time ago, the news that he made a fortune in the stock market has spread on Wall Street.

This place cannot be said to be shabby, but there is only a bookshelf, an oak table, and a few soft leather chairs.
To be continued...