When you walk into the spacious room, it is hard to imagine that there is such a quiet place on Manhattan Street, New York, where every inch of land is valuable. Various exquisite handicrafts are hung on the walls. In addition to a few Chinese and Ming ornaments, there are also oil paintings, sculptures and other artworks representing Western civilization. The objects that can be placed here will definitely not be fakes.

"Sit for a moment." Han Ying walked towards the bedroom.

Seeing that there was a tea set in the living room, Su Tao found a can of unopened tea in the window and decisively opened it. Anyway, with Han Ying's value, she would never care about the tea even if it was a sky-high price.

The black tea is just the same as the year, and the tea soup made is both fresh and bright.

Han Ying changed into a loose T-shirt and walked out, her hair loosened and draped on her shoulders. Su Tao looked up and felt as if she was amazed. She smiled and said, "I don't mind it too much after removing your tea, right?"

Han Ying nodded slightly, "The tea leaves have been shelved for a long time. Will they deteriorate?"

Su Tao thought to himself that Han Ying really didn't understand, and said with a smile: "Some teas are like wine, the more it is, the more fragrant it is."

Han Ying said lightly: "I don't understand these. Others say that tea can be improved, but I think coffee is more suitable for me."

After taking the small white porcelain cup handed over by Su Tao, she took a sip and there was a scent of smoke in her mouth, but it quickly dissipated on the tip of her tongue and turned into a rich sweet fragrance. After entering her throat, it turned into a pure sweet fragrance.

Su Tao poured her another cup, Han Ying pinched the cup and put it on her nose and sniffed the fragrance, "I have studied tea ceremony before, but I always felt it was too formal, so I gave up. I have tasted a lot of tea cooked by tea ceremony masters, but I always felt it was a bit too exaggerated. Your tea is different from theirs."

Su Tao smiled slightly and explained patiently: "Tea tasting requires a state of mind. If I guess correctly, you have never fiddled with this Tang Dynasty tea set at your own home, have you?"

Han Ying nodded: "Yes, the tea set is just a set of decorations in my eyes. Actually, I don't like this decorative style. It looks gorgeous on the surface, but it is all cold objects, which makes me feel very empty. Occasionally I feel scared."

"Scared?" Su Tao looked at Han Ying strangely, "Are you still afraid of the sayings of ghosts and gods?"

Han Ying frowned gently, "Every work of art has a story that can be passed down from generation to generation. First of all, it was given a soul by the creator. But this is not what I feel afraid of."

Su Tao thought for a while and said with a smile: "Do you mind the origin of each of them? Most of them are covered with blood and intrigue."

Han Ying's eyes flashed with surprise and said lightly: "It's really boring to chat with you. I always feel that you have seen through it and have become a transparent person. Yes, every collection in the house is basically covered with blood, and even records the blood and tears history of a family.

For example, the original owner of the tea we drink is a businessman in China in the 1990s. At that time, the Chinese economy was still in its recovery, but he had assets worth over 100 million yuan. Unfortunately, when he was traveling in Frankfurt, he was assassinated by a beggar on the street, and the company was occupied by his partners, and his wife and children were separated... His property was then auctioned in France. A client of mine bought the tea he collected for 50,000 US dollars and gave me a gift as a thank you."

"Beggars were ordered to assassinate him." Su Tao looked at Han Ying in surprise.

Han Ying shrugged, "Why did a penniless beggar suddenly attack a rich man? Although the police suspected that someone was secretly instructing him, there was no evidence to prove it. The beggar was later identified as mentally ill and was not held legally responsible. As for the wealthy man's family business later, the younger generations did not have the energy and strength to investigate the matter again."

Su Tao pointed to the Iranian carpet on the ground and asked with a smile: "What about its story?"

Han Ying still had a expressionless expression: "Its story is even more interesting. In order to compete for an oil field and find a reason to take the initiative, the two major families in Iran arranged for people to secretly send the carpet to a villa of the other party. Later, they used this reason to say that the other party stole the carpet from their home and started the war first. After losing the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, they successfully won the battle results they wanted. So although it was just a simple carpet, the story behind it is worth an oil field worth 50 billion US dollars and the lives of tens of thousands of people."

Su Tao subconsciously stepped on the carpet with his feet twice, "No wonder you feel scared, and if I want me, I will feel that the room is full of resentment. No wonder my back feels chill."

The most terrifying thing in the world is not the kind of visual shocking scene, but the story hidden behind ordinary objects, because the latter is more suggestive and makes people think a lot. The visual impact passes in a flash, but the association of the story can last for a long time and changes for no reason.

Han Ying glared at her angrily and said, "Don't worry, every collection was performed by a monk. Even if there are ghosts and gods, there are no worries now."

Su Tao smiled and said, "When was the last time you lived in this house?"

"I came here once half a year ago. Because a customer particularly likes medieval artworks, I happened to have some special collections here." Han Ying shrugged, "However, I just visited it briefly and didn't live here. People come to clean up every week. Although it is located in the most lively area in NY, it is not the most ideal place to live."

Su Tao shook his head and sighed: "It can only be said that the life of rich people is unimaginable. You can spend a large amount of money to buy a house just to let customers visit."

Han Ying took the initiative to pour a cup of tea, "Working in my industry, you must learn to package yourself, because the customers we face are the world's top rich people. If you act very simply, how can you make them believe that you can help them manage their assets, so it is still necessary to package necessary. Of course, with the current performance of the team, these fancy modification methods are no longer needed, but in the early stages of starting a business, this method is still very valuable."

"As expected, all walks of life have their own tricks. I originally thought your job was very simple, so I invested in a project with a sum of money, and then waited for the profit to be generated to improve." Su Tao deliberately stimulated Han Ying, and of course he knew that investment was a very profound science.

"It's so easy to say. Would you like to give me 5 billion? I'll help you manage it?" Han Ying said calmly. "According to my investigation of you, there are about 6 billion funds that can be transferred under all your accounts. Don't tell me there are no."

Su Tao was amused and crying, "Oh, I didn't expect you to find out the truth. Although the money is in my name, I have no way to control the money."

Su Tao’s words were half true and half false. He felt a little guilty. After all, how so much money appeared in his name was a mystery to him, and he had never understood the specific process in detail.

In addition, I don’t know how much money I have. Even if the figures Han Ying investigated cannot be accurate to the few decimal places, it will not be calculated incorrectly. If someone checked them clearly, it feels very uncomfortable. It feels like the whole body is covered and the other party is placed under a microscope to observe.

Su Tao didn't expect that he was so rich.

There is a difference between the funds that can be mobilized and the assets under the name. Some people's assets under the name sound exaggerated, but the funds actually mobilized are limited.

The traditional Chinese medicine clinic under the name of Sanwei Group is a real money-making cave. There is a lot of funds under the account. Every day, finances have to go to the local nearest bank to remit money. Therefore, this also makes Sanweitang not lacking in working capital during the rapid chain expansion.

Su Tao remembered that a few years ago, he had just taken over his grandfather's Chinese Medicine Clinic. He left him a passbook of only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan to himself. Compared with his current wealth, he instantly felt that he could make money.

If Hurun or Forbes ranks on the list of young rich people, Su Tao should be able to squeeze into the top 20.

Su Tao felt that using money to measure his success is vulgar, but in front of Han Ying, money is the only measure of weight and measure.

Han Ying said helplessly: "It's boring to pretend to be poor. Don't worry, I have no interest in your assets. I just want to tell you that it is not an easy thing to make others believe that you have the ability to manage your finances. For example, you are unwilling to hand over the assets to me now."

Su Tao nodded and said, "Yes, money is still stuffed into his pocket, which is safer. Moreover, I have also heard that most financial management is a scam. On the surface, it is more profitable than depositing in a bank, but it cannot escape the speed of inflation."

Han Ying didn't expect that she would discuss the principles and rules of investment with Su Tao. She didn't feel bored or bored. "The bottom-level financial products do not really have much returns, because the financial management system has strict pyramid rules, and the top capital will get more returns. If it is allocated to the bottom, it will naturally not have much balance."

"Leave the five billion to you to manage. How much profit can you bring to me in a year?" Su Tao asked carefully.

"About 2 billion." Han Ying looked at Su Tao unexpectedly, "But 10% commission is deducted, this part is our service fee."

Su Tao gasped, "No wonder everyone on Wall Street is a devil who kills people without blood. Now I finally understand. These 2 billion are also people who have been plundered, right? But your suggestions are good, and I will carefully consider whether to become your customer."

Su Tao naturally refused money.

Han Ying said disapprovingly, "I'm just introducing my work to you. My team will not accept a customer at will. Before this, it must be strictly reviewed, and the relevant conditions must meet the standards set by us. The standards are constantly improving, and you are just entering our sight and not our best customer."

It turns out that there is so much communication, but Su Tao’s little capital is not in Han Ying’s eyes.

Su Tao was splashed with cold water on his head, and almost vomited out anger.
Chapter completed!