As soon as Molly took out the name of Hua Xia Wu, even Soros and Buffett, who had previously fought red-faced, fell into silence.

Not to mention the other spontaneous spirits who followed.

In short, Molly stepped off the stage gracefully with her skirt, not only did she not have the embarrassment of fighting against the Confucian scholars before, but was filled with joy of returning from victory.

Until Li Anman came up with a glass of champagne very considerately and said: "Molly, the speech is very wonderful, but will this cause Huaxia Wu a little trouble?"

Only then did Molly realize that she was just slashing the chaos with a sharp knife, and she didn't consider the consequences of hiring Wu Tao for black.

It's just that as soon as Wu Tao appeared in her mind, she waved her hand relievedly: "It's okay. For him, these are all small scenes, drizzle, no problem."

He then added, "Besides, his judgment is usually not wrong. Even if this group of people want to hack him, they are just taking their own humiliation."

Listening to Molly's playfully speaking about these localized common phrases, Li Anman chuckled and thought: Really, maybe I'm really worried.

Settling down, Molly patted her fair chest, and swept the whole venue around, and found out with lingering fear: It's really not something ordinary people can do if you want to calm down such an occasion.

The old guys just now almost made it impossible for them to get off the stage.

In contrast, Hua Xia Wu once took the initiative to control the scene of the audience, and I have to admit that the gap is really big.

Although Molly escaped the whirlpool center of the topic by luck, the discussion on the topic at the meeting did not stop at all.

Many gold-medal traders and senior analysts from well-known institutions began to make a swearing determination: This time, Huaxia Wu must have made a mistake.

And Howard and Figo, who finally got what they wanted, watched jokes happily next to them, and even added a few words about the landmark Hua Xia Wu from time to time, as if they knew this essence well.

As for Woody, Wenger, and Lin Sen, the new fellows who joined the Chinese Wu circle, they were even more dull and confused: Could it be that this time is really a mistake?

Soros and Buffett, the only mature men, looked at each other, then smiled slightly, everything is silent.

Ginger is still old and hot, and fox is still old.

The two old guys who have been ups and downs in the financial circle for decades all understand. Blindly singing good about the economic situation, or blindly singing bad news, is not a real skill.

On the contrary, it is Wu Tao's judgment that others think he sings well and others think he sings badly, which reveals full technical content.

Moreover, as Molly said, the systemic risks in data models in most financial institutions are far from underestimated.

In fact, because of professional habits, they tend to underestimate this risk factor, hoping to submit a good-looking data and answer sheet to the employer.

Of course, after all, why is Wu Tao so sure that the systemic risk factors facing the fundamentals of the world economy will rise next year?

this is a problem.

Although they could not figure it out for a while, the two old men had accepted the fresh ideas brought by Wu Tao from the bottom of their hearts.

What's more, judging from the blind optimism of most people present about the next year's economy, it is necessary to carefully consider Wu Tao's views.

Not because ‘the truth is often in the hands of a few people’, but a qualified speculator must be good at doing the opposite.

The soulless international financial summit ended unfinishedly in this controversy that was destined to be inconclusive.

Correspondingly, the small town of Beijiang almost ushered in the dawn of a new day.

That night, Wu Tao slept soundly without distraction.

When I was in high school, I always wanted to move out of the small village to experience the life in the city. Now that I have been in the city for a long time, I realized that the quietness of the vineyard is my most beautiful dreamland.

The morning sun slanted on the bed through the window, Wu Tao opened his eyes, but did not get up immediately.

Last night, he knew exactly what such a large circle of children was eagerly surrounding him for.

Some hopeful thoughts in the hearts of the elders are probably human nature.

It is undoubtedly too cruel to just leave the fate of these children to oneself to make a conclusion.

So Wu Tao is very serious about understanding each child, and then choosing one of them to say some good things. In any case, the space for a child's growth cannot be easily wiped out.

Just thinking about it, the voice of greetings from my mother and others came from the courtyard outside the window.

Listen to the accent, it should be the third aunt Ma Xiuqin.

Before the two of them had finished speaking, the great aunt Xia Li's cheerful laughter resounded over there...

This made Wu Tao, who was about to get up, stopped moving. He touched the phone and flipped through the school intranet and Facebook, and then sat up.

The enthusiasm of online discussion is much hotter than the group of middle-aged women in the courtyard who opened the chatterbox.

The children who had been teaching at home for a whole night obviously became the focus of online media overnight.

This is really lying down and shot at ~lightnovelpub.net~ Tracing back to the source, Wu Tao turned it over for a long time before figuring out that all of this was recruited by Molly, the Ocean Horse.

It seems that the phone call yesterday did not stop her in time, but instead made her worse at the financial summit in the evening.

Of course, Wu Tao wouldn't be offended by such a scene.

It's just that this kind of style is far too inconsistent with my current style.

After all, you have to be low-key.

It was the same night in Beijiang, and Liu Ruoxi, who lived in the family area of ​​the district government compound, did not sleep much.

The night before, she followed the gatekeeper Qin's guidance and walked through the water conservancy stations in Binhu District and Binhu Middle School, happily following the footprints left by Wu Tao when she was a teenager.

Although the water conservancy station is no longer the pattern of the year, the quietness of the small courtyard can still make her feel the figure of the young man who studied at Bingzhu night.

And Binhu Junior High School, which is not so well-known, is full of the simplicity and backwardness of the countryside.

The conditions in all aspects are so backward that it is hard for her to imagine that a talented entrepreneur who is as good as her own boss can come out here.

It wasn't until the phone rang that Liu Ruoxi came back to her senses. She habitually touched and answered, only to realize that it was Jinyue who reported to her the itinerary, saying that she had set off from Jinling with An Rong.

After asking about the approximate time of arrival, Liu Ruoxi decisively got up, said in a bun with long hair on her head, took a deep breath, and immediately refreshed.

This is how the Secretary-General’s work begins on a new day.

Regardless of the fact that the boss didn't seem to have much official duties when she returned to her hometown on vacation, in fact, in such days, the backlog of things she had to deal with was more.

And all of these need to figure out a general context when meeting the boss on the first side...

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