Ji Zhuoran slowly put down the bidder in his hand.

An opportunity to have a direct face-to-face conversation with Farid was just like that.

In the end, this lunch was sold at a high price of 9 million US dollars.

After the auction ended, Qu Yan and Ji Zhuoran went to the backstage to pay for the goods.

Ji Zhuoran accepted the emerald gem, but pushed the ugly-looking earthenware pot on Qu Yan's body, and said disgustedly, "Take it well and leave."

Qu Yan knew that he didn't want to buy this stuff either, let alone cost him 200,000 US dollars, so he honestly held the ugly pot and walked out with him.

As soon as I walked to the elevator, the lady of etiquette at the elevator smiled and said, "Two, Mr. Farid, please."

Ji Zhuoran turned around and glanced at the Qu Yan holding the jar.

Qu Yan raised his eyebrows at him.

She knew it was a bit special.

Sure enough, the bet was right.

Not long after, they followed the waiter and met the chief, Farid.

"Chief Farid, hello." Ji Zhuoran smiled. His Arabic can still be used in these simple places.

Chief Farid looked at the two Orientals with some meaning in his eyes. He placed his gaze on the jar in Qu Yan's arms, "Why do you want to take this."

Qu Yan first gave Ji Zhuoran a brief translation, and then said in Arabic, "Since it is a charity dinner, Mr. Ji thinks that the person who took out this thing for auction might need more funding."

Farid nodded and shook his head again, "Thank you for your generosity and kindness. This is a clay pot made by my young daughter who has died. Since she died, I have often dreamed of her and took out her things for auction. , It’s just a way I want to put my grief on it. I didn’t expect that you took it down. Now, I want to buy it back.”

Qu Yan translated the words to Ji Zhuoran again.

Ji Zhuoran thought for a moment and said: "Things can be sold, but we don't need money, we just want an opportunity."

After hearing Qu Yan's translation, Mr. Farid asked, "What opportunity?"

"Become the head of the fund." Ji Zhuoran replied.

"What do you think?" Qu Yan asked subconsciously in Chinese.

This fund wants and knows that there will be a lot of wealth. Although managing it can bring a lot of benefits, but at the same time, the risk is definitely not small. Others just want to seek opportunities for cooperation, but he did not expect that he would want to directly control this. fund!

He glanced over coldly, "You are a translator now."

Qu Yan had no choice but to translate this sentence.

Farid's eyes suddenly changed, "Young man, your thoughts are too arrogant."

Ji Zhuoran knew that the old man was rejecting himself without an interpreter. He continued, "But the reason why you are now attracting investment from the world is to allow the funds in your hands to flow and maximize your benefits? Where is the UAE? Although prosperous, in recent years, new energy exploration has become very popular. Once new energy is better than oil, or even needs to be flat, then you will fall into a very passive situation."

Qu Yan thought about it, but still translated his words.

The smile on Farid's face disappeared.

"You may think that you can use your own people, but the question is, you have seven chiefs, whose own people should you choose? You will eventually choose an outsider to be the chief officer. Since you want to choose, why can't it be me? I have been managing a family business before, and the return on investment fluctuates around 260%. With a clean background, a beautiful resume, and outstanding ability, you have no reason not to choose me." He believes.

Qu Yan looked at him talking, and finally understood how Ji Zhuoran won so many beautiful victories.

She translated this sentence from him rigorously.

In his confident eyes, Farid finally smiled again...