"You said your target is me?" Li Zitao was still a little strange when it came to this.

Why did there suddenly become admirers? The key is still a man... Where is the little fan?

"Just when I was young, now, I want to be a successful financial investor." John's ambitions didn't sound much weaker.

It is not easy to be called a successful financial investor, let alone add the definition of "success".

"Mr. Li, I am sorry for the confusion caused to Fuguo. If compensation is needed, I am willing to bear it..."

Li Zitao waved his hand and smiled, "No, you are not the one who needs to be responsible."

"This is a problem in the rich country. Even without you, someone will sooner or later look at it. You are just seeking benefits for yourself. It is Sam who deserves punishment, not you."

"Successful investor." Li Zitao asked, rubbing his chin, "John, are you interested in working for me?"

"What?" John thought he heard it wrong and widened his eyes: "You mean?"

"That's right, I'm inviting you to join on behalf of Fuguo. I don't think you will doubt its authenticity, right?" Li Zitao said with a smile.

Of course John would not doubt that if even he could not represent a rich country, who else would there be?

"Of course, I'm willing." After saying that, John was confused again. What should his company do if he joined Pokémon?

His ideal is to set up his own company and achieve his dreams through his own efforts.

But entering the job of a rich country is an opportunity that every investor can encounter, let alone the personal invitation of Charlie Lee, the founder of Li.

It was too difficult to refuse, as you can see from the expression on his face.

"You are worried about your company." Li Zitao said generously; "If this is the case, we can find a way to deal with it. Why not let it be named in L-BhG."

The words were shocking again, making John unable to think of any reason to refuse.

Letting his company name on L-BhG is equivalent to a one-step rise. As long as the media receives this news, the next day...

Without the next day, the news will spread throughout Wall Street in a few hours and then spread to the global financial industry.

How many investors will his small company attract? John seems to have seen countless checks fall into his pockets.

"I am honored to have your invitation." He spoke again, and John had already used the honorific title: "But, please forgive my curiosity, why is it me?"

He didn't understand why it was himself, and what did the man opposite him get from him?

"I don't know." Li Zitao smiled mysteriously: "Maybe, you will choose your answer for me in the future, and I am looking forward to this day."

The reason why he chose John Pton is actually very simple. Li Zitao is optimistic about him and is willing to give him a chance and platform.

Talent is very important for any enterprise or organization.

Li Zitao's initial plan was to let him go to the investment department. Now, after hearing what John said, he would rather give the other party a platform and asxs to see where he can go.

Not everyone can do the transaction analysis completed by him alone.

Even the workplace elites who work in the rich country can achieve it by only a few people, and John's value is self-evident.

I decided on the time with him, so the specific treatment will naturally be discussed by the Human Resources Department.

However, in order to avoid the idiots being self-righteous and "send" away the talents he recruited, he still told Tia to pay attention to the progress and let them know who recruited the people he recruited.

That's right, doing so will cause John to be questioned a lot and also put him in great pressure.

‘Just treat it as the first test for him.’ I want others to put away their jealousy, truly integrate into the rich country, and let others cooperate with him.

John must show 200% attitude and seriousness, and rely on his own abilities to convince and obey others.

If he could do it, it would prove that Li Zitao's vision was correct.

What he needs is a leader, not a trivial piece of the machine, and such a talent does not need him to receive it himself.

Joy comes from the sky.

In the past, John didn't believe that pie would fall from the sky, but now he is a little suspicious that he is wrong.

A sudden surprise hit him, and since he returned home, he has been in a trance.

It was not until the next day that the letters were piled up with mailboxes, the investors standing in front of the company, and the reports in the newspaper that he was sure that these were true.

"I have accepted all the business cards. I will contact you alone later. Thank you, thank you everyone." The door was crowded from the crowd, and John was filled with business cards.

These are all well-known individual investors, or small and medium-sized stock companies, most of them visit in person.

After opening the door, the only eight employees of the company arrived soon, and everyone had a 'hell' expression on their faces.

"John, what happened? Why are there so many journalists outside?" asked Stephen, the second-in-commander of the company and his friend.

"I don't know, stop asking me...God, let me be quiet." John needs time to think.

However, his personal time was soon interrupted.

Because of another wave of visits from heavyweight guests, he had to receive them in person.

Wall Street Investment Bank, a personal assistant of a famous manager, came to leave business cards and formal invitations.

In one morning, John received more than forty invitations to invite him to banquets under various names, and the time was already two months later.

John never thought he was a rustic bun, but he had never been treated like this before, and he would never have thought that he would get what he wanted.

Half of the owners of these invitations are something he could touch but could not fit in.

Now, the other party sent the invitation letter to him that he had integrated into the circle, opened the door and said to him, "Come on, John, you have succeeded."

"John..." a sharp scream like a parrot was heard octave higher.

Stephen was in his hand a picture of the New York Economic News this morning. He grabbed him with a thrilling expression and shouted in a sharp voice: "What have you done, what?"

"Uh." John spread his hand a little harder, "Calm down, Stephen, I..."

"Damn it, I can't calm down. If you don't tell me the answer quickly, I promise to screw your head off, now."

Under Stephen's "death" threat, John told him aggrievedly what happened yesterday.

Watching Stephen's eyes gradually roll up, his expression changed from thriller to excitement, then to surprise, and finally to 'nearly suffocating.'

"Man, we succeeded, haha..." John slapped him hard and laughed.

Being able to see the old guy's funny expression is no less than a victory for him.

"Success?" Stephen, who was about to pass by, was resurrected instantly, widening his eyes and shouting, "This is not success, John."

Just as his expression gradually turned to astonishment, Stephen laughed nervously and said, "This is victory, we will save at least 20 years for it...20 years. Do you know how precious it is? John, I love you. If you were a woman, I would definitely marry you, or marry you."
Chapter completed!