What is the era?

　　What is the breath of the times?

　　What is the pulse of the times?

　　 This is a very complicated and difficult problem. No one can summarize the content in one sentence or a few short sentences.

　　 The life of the rich is an epitome of the times, and the life of the poor is also an epitome of the times. It is impossible for people to grasp every bit and every change in an era.

　　 If someone asks Lynch this way, Lynch will let the person asking the question go to the busiest street and take a bus to the poorest area. He will see this era on the road with his own eyes and see the epitome of everything.

　　 This is also true here.

　　 The various beings at the exhibition gave Lynch a very unique feeling. This feeling is like he is separated from the whole world. Perhaps this feeling comes from his soul from another world.

　　He stood here, watching the different expressions on everyone's face, watching the cunning in the eyes of the scammers, watching the helplessness in the eyes of the inventor.

　　 This is the era!

　　 "Mr. Lynch!" Just as Lynch was feeling emotional in this era, when the world was about to take another step towards a philosopher, a voice interrupted his sublimation.

　　 He didn't feel annoyed, and turned around, with a smile on his face looking at the person calling his name behind him. At this moment, the whole world seemed to have become his background.

　　 The person calling his name was the stock broker before. He didn't see Mr. Truman here, so he couldn't help but leaned over.

　　 "Mr. Lynch, you seemed to be interested in the radio detection array I mentioned before?" the young stockbroker asked enthusiastically.

Lynch looked at him and looked up and down, "Excuse me, my problem may make you feel uncomfortable, can you tell me you sell these stocks...", he glanced at some of the young people's hands. Flyer, "How much money can I make in a month?"

　　 The young man was taken aback, and he began to calculate.

　　The inventor was looking for suitable idiots. In fact, everyone knows that stock brokerage companies will use any unlawful means to get some people to buy those stocks in order to maximize their profits.

　　 The inventor took out all the money that would not affect his life immediately. He even took out his emergency money, one thousand and two hundred yuan, and handed it to the stock brokerage company.

　　The company promised to issue 60,000 shares for him and raise 12,000 yuan.

　　 But the inventor just naively thought that the price of each share was twenty cents, and the one thousand and two hundred yuan he paid was the stock brokerage company's commission.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

This is not the case. After the one thousand and two hundred dollars fall into the company's wallet, they will use cheap machines to print these small yellow slips. The price of each small yellow slip is not twenty minutes, but thirty-five. point.

　　 Twenty points are for inventors, ten points are for the company's own, and five points are for salesmen.

If they can sell all of these stocks, they will be able to raise 21,000 yuan. Except for the funds in the contract, which means 12,000 yuan will flow into the inventor’s account, the salesperson can get 3,000 yuan. .

　　 Is it more than three thousand yuan?

　　 The person who asked this question was a fool himself.

　　 Of course it is more than three thousand yuan. Ninety-five percent of the people in this country will answer that way, but not every stock broker can sell the small yellow slips allocated to him.

　　Some girls, they are very easy to do. They just lose the way of communicating on the phone and communicate directly with customers face to face. They can easily get rid of the most difficult stocks. Of course, they make the most money.

　　 Like an agent in front of Lynch, his salary may be..., "Close to a thousand yuan, Mr. Lynch!"

　　 There seems to be some pride in his expression, but his eyes, and the movement of his toes subconsciously betrayed him, he can't get so much money.

　　 It might have been possible before. When the financial environment was good before, even the farmers would use the money to buy feed for investment, but now it doesn’t work anymore. He only made eighty-one ninety cents this month.

　　 If he can't get his current little yellow orders at the end of June, which is the end of this month, the company will let him go and give the opportunity to some new girls who are prepared.

Facing Lynch’s questioning, he still lied. Maybe it was some unwillingness. Some humble struggles made him lie. He didn’t want to let Lynch’s peers look down upon him, and stared at him with contempt and arrogance. At the same time, he said an income that he thought was great without being too exaggerated.

　　 Lynch nodded noncommitantly, "I have a partner. Since he joined my business, he has received at least one dividend, which is much higher than you are now."

Lynch is talking about Richard. Richard is doing very well now. He knows better than anyone else how to take customer money out of their pants pockets and put it in Lynch and his own wallet. .

He is very good at maintaining the relationship between himself and his customers. From weekdays, he asks for warmth. He also presents some worthless gifts during the New Years and holidays. From time to time, he will give his customers a lottery and give away some equally worthless goods or travel packages. Tickets, these methods have made him and his customer base highly adherent.

　　 Even if he can't get the title of sales champion every time now, he is still the best.

　　 Lynch’s words silenced the salesperson, and at the same time there was a faint feeling in his heart that the man in front of him who was evaluated as the “Young Leader of the New Era” seemed to want...

　　 "Will you work for me?" Lynch said directly.

He pointed to the empty seat on the side, and then someone brought some cold drinks. The cold drinks calmed the stockbroker. He didn't immediately agree, but asked, "Can I know why, Mr. Lynch, why? A big man like you would like me?"

　　 Lynch smiled, holding some sweet juice, and asked, "Have you seen Bupen at five o'clock in the morning?"

　　 The young man was taken aback for a moment, and in an instant some fragmented memories began to come to his mind.

　　 In order to live in this city, let alone five o'clock in the morning, three o'clock in the middle of the night, he has seen Bupen, such days are not far from him, and even his current life.

　　 He can recall the busiest streets of Buppen at five o'clock in the morning, full of the irritating smell after the hustle and bustle, and the gradual recovery of restlessness.

　　 He nodded, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I have seen it." He quickly added, "But what is the reason?"

　　 Lynch smiled and put down the cup in his hand, "I have also seen it, because of hard work, because of bravery, fate will only favor those who are prepared...Sorry, I don't know your name yet."

　　 "Lime, sir, Lyme MacDonald."

　　 "Lime, look around you, there are at least a dozen stock brokers around you, but since I came in, until now, you alone have recommended the little yellow slip in your hand to me."

　　 "You dare to give, to strive for a good result, then why is your fate, and why should you be stingy in return?"

　　 "I see the potential for success in you, Lyme."

　　 Lynch stirred the juice in the glass with a straw. In order to make sure that the juice was very icy, the juice was not iced in the refrigerator, but iced juice was poured on half a glass of smoothie.

　　 A half cup of smoothie can save the boss a lot of money while ensuring that it does not become warm too quickly. The over-sweetness is to wait for the smoothie to melt.

　　 He looked at Lyme, the changes of young people can never escape his grasp, people are not numb, people still believe in miracles, then this is the best era!

Lynch looked at Rhyme, and after about a minute or so, he continued, "You go from the bottom up to where you are now. In fact, you know Buppen and this business better than you think the big people. many."

　　 "There are things that you are not qualified to know. As long as you become my partner, you will be able to master them quickly. With your current working experience at the bottom, you will grow faster than anyone else."

　　 Lynch's words have already touched Lyme, he licked his lips, "If I am willing to work for you, Mr. Lynch, what would you let me do?"

"No, you are wrong!" Lynch stretched out a finger and shook it. "Working for me is just a rhetoric. In fact, you are not working for me. It is unfair. You can't pay you some compensation because of me. , You can use your ability to make more money for myself."

　　 "I always believe that those who have the ability should win, so we are partners."

"As for your question~lightnovelpub.net~, it is very simple. I plan to buy some trading seats in the trading house. Now is a good time." Genius remembers Chinese in one second mx/8/1/z/ wc/o/m/

　　 The trading seats of the three major banks have plummeted. Last year, there were more than one million seats, and now there are only more than 300,000 seats left. Lynch plans to buy a few to prepare for the future.

　　 His main goal is still futures trading. As the Federation becomes more integrated into the entire international community, the price fluctuations of some raw materials have become unpredictable.

　　For example, a certain material will change with the politics of a certain area, the seasons change, and the military power changes, which will cause huge fluctuations.

　　 Lynch may not be able to quell the war in some areas. He does not have such a big face that the belligerent countries can shake hands and make peace, but it is too simple to incite antagonism in a region and create man-made armed conflicts!

　　 It's not a good businessman to only **** the blood of foreigners, and to **** the blood of domestic capitalists together, that's the good businessman in Lynch's mind!

　　 Lime already knows exactly what Lynch is going to do. In fact, if he has enough money now, he will buy a trading seat at the bottom, but he doesn't have that much money.

　　 He had already nodded, and when he was about to say the sentence he was willing to express his wishes for Lynch's work, Lynch stopped him.

　　 "Before you give me and yourself an answer, you might as well think more about it. During this time, let's talk about the radio...reconnaissance array!"

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