The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

Just like in a dream.

Zhang Hua felt that he might not have woken up.

But the market's opening price and the twenty or so closed accounts all told him that everything was true.

151.3 yuan.

Twenty-one million.

A full twenty twenty-one million.

Four hundred and twenty million.

Zhang Hua couldn't help but pinched him hard.

Then….

A sharp pain.

ecstasy.

Uncontrollable ecstasy.

An ecstasy not unlike coming back from the dead.

One goes up and one goes down, one goes bankrupt and one makes money, these are two completely different concepts.

This means that he does not have to go bankrupt or retire early.

In fact, his assets can be increased by another twelve million.

Then, Zhang Hua discovered that Zhao Jiangchuan was really a bastard.

He suddenly remembered how strange those people were when he first entered the sales department. They were obviously asking him for red envelopes to please him.

But he was lucky and thought everyone was laughing at him.

It was obvious that he had been tricked by that bastard Zhao Jiangchuan.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao, thank you, Boss Zhang."

"Thank you Mr. Zhao, thank you Mr. Zhang..."

“….”

Tired and crooked.

Indescribably disgusting.

For the first time, Zhang Hua felt that he was jealous of someone.

Zhao Jiangchuan.

It was as if she slapped him in the face there on purpose.

Holding a thick wad of money in his hand, he gave a wad to each of the ten young people who came to place an order yesterday.

A full ten thousand.

The young people were all moved to the point of bursting into tears, and some even burst into tears of excitement.

After all, many of these young people are interns who have just graduated from school. Their combined salary for a year is probably less than 2,000 yuan, and the tips alone are only 10,000 yuan. It would be a damn thing not to be excited.

There were even two pretty little girls who looked at Zhao Jiangchuan and almost wanted to put him in their arms.

That figure, that look.

Zhang Hua only felt deeply jealous.

What's even more disgusting is that Zhao Jiangchuan even reached out and shook hands with the little girl, which was clearly taking advantage of her.

But the two little girls were lucky. Not only did they not object, but they held Zhao Jiangchuan's hand vigorously and wouldn't let go.

I'm afraid that as long as Zhao Jiangchuan is willing, as long as he hooks his fingers, the two little girls will be willing to have sex with him.

Damn, isn’t that just throwing money away?

If I earn 400 million, ten thousand per person is nothing.

Zhang Hua suddenly felt sour.

But Zhang Hua didn't know that he had really wronged Zhao Jiangchuan this time, and tipping was just a habit developed by Zhao Jiangchuan.

In foreign countries, tipping extra is the most normal behavior.

Eat and stay in a hotel.

In any service industry, if you don't leave a tip, you're bound to get spit in your bowl by the Mexican waiter the third time you go there twice.

Zhao Jiangchuan has lived abroad for so many years. In addition to developing the habit of tipping, he also agrees with this value.

The service industry is basically at the bottom of society in any country. Not only is the work hard, but the income is also basically at the bottom.

So if you have a lot of money, everyone doesn't mind tipping others.

More or less.

With Zhao Jiangchuan's pattern, he would never fail to tip people. By the time he was at that point, he had already understood what the shape of society was like.

Giving a tip not only gives recognition to others' efforts, but also gives a little kindness to the world.

This can also be regarded as a manifestation of humanistic values.

It can be said that many of the reasons why developed countries are developed are because of these inconspicuous details.

Give kindness to others' efforts and encourage others' efforts.

Subtly, most people will maintain sufficient respect for the efforts of others.

In this environment, there will never be a shortage of innovation. As long as it is valuable, it will be difficult to be buried. As long as there is effort, there will be rewards.

But unfortunately, Chinese people are too smart.

The habit he has developed over a long period of time makes Zhao Jiangchuan not mind giving a little reward to those who help him.

Although this reward may seem a bit more in the eyes of others.

But if you can buy other people's gratitude with money, in Zhao Jiangchuan's opinion, this is probably the most cost-effective deal in the world.

What's more, Zhao Jiangchuan also knew that the trajectory of history had not changed without his intervention.

I am afraid that these young people will be unemployed soon.

So he doesn't mind giving some support and financial support to the partners of these teams.

A temporary team is also a team.

"Manager Fang."

"Mr. Zhao, you don't have to spend any money. I haven't contributed much..."

Fang Zhongyuan, who was standing with a smile, shook his head quickly when he heard Zhao Jiangchuan calling him and saw the money in Zhao Jiangchuan's hand.

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't take it seriously either.

"Manager Fang, no one has ever refused a tip from me, Zhao Jiangchuan."

Arrogant, absolutely arrogant.

Zhang Hua on the side couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Damn it, I’ve never seen a guy who talks so unappreciatively, and tips people so well and gives them so annoyingly.

What does it mean that no one has ever refused? Why don't you just say that no one dares to refuse your tip?

Then Zhang Hua discovered that what Zhao Jiangchuan said was all nonsense.

Only a fool would refuse so much money from someone else.

Fang Zhong Yuan is also embarrassed.

Even if it comes to this, he can't help but take it.

He had no choice but to take the 20,000 yuan handed to him by Zhao Jiangchuan and said sincerely.

"Master Zhao, if you have anything to do in the future, please come to me. If Fang can do it, he will try his best to do it."

This is a polite statement, but it can also be regarded as Fang Zhongyuan's statement.

Zhao Jiangchuan smiled and replied.

"If Manager Fang one day doesn't want to stay in Wanbang anymore, you can..."

Awkward.

When Zhao Jiangchuan reached into his arms, he didn't take out the business card he was supposed to get.

He changed his words.

"If Manager Fang no longer wants to work in Wanbang one day, you can find Lao Zhang, as long as you don't dislike my small temple at that time."

Everyone could tell that Zhao Jiangchuan wanted to poach someone in his words.

After all, if Fang Zhongyuan can take charge of one side of the world, he is like the commander-in-chief of a kingdom. His ability, cultivation and bearing are beyond words.

Definitely a true elite of an era.

Even Zhao Jiangchuan did not dare to underestimate these seniors who were able to participate in the financial market in the 1990s.

There are never any idlers among the true elites in any era.

Therefore, Zhao Jiangchuan inevitably had the idea of ​​poaching people.

Anyone who wants to rise in an era must have a real team, because the power of an individual will eventually be limited.

Regardless of whether it is energy or physical strength, people always need to rest.

But it's different if there is a core team.

Zhao Jiangchuan can be responsible for the judgment of the overall direction of the entire team, while the team can be responsible for some side details.

With a clear division of labor, many things can be done with twice the result with half the effort.

If it depends on just one person, no one can do everything.

In his mind, Zhao Jiangchuan already had some ideas about team building.

Looking for a group of elites in this era. Since these people can be at the forefront of an era, they can be used as talents with a little guidance.

If we have this group of people to cultivate a group of smart young people, the model of the team will probably be completed.

After several contacts with Fang Zhongyuan, Zhao Jiangchuan felt that Fang Zhongyuan's character was pretty good. At least, not everyone could be like Fang Zhongyuan and still spend money when others went bankrupt.

On this point, Zhao Jiangchuan believed in his own vision.

As for his work ability, Fang Zhongyuan's ability to take charge of Wanbang's territory on Ludao and even the entire southeast is the best proof.

However, Fang Zhongyuan did not dare to answer Zhao Jiangchuan's words.

If it were just about other things, it would be easy to talk about it, but when it came to things like job changes, Fang Zhongyuan didn't dare to respond at all.

After all, Wanbang is the largest securities company in the country. If he can be in charge of the entire Ludao branch, he can be regarded as an important member of the kingdom.

Although Fang Zhongyuan guessed that Zhao Jiangchuan was good, he did not think that the young man in front of him had the possibility to compete with Wanbang.

Fang Zhongyuan laughed and finally managed to get over the topic.

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't mind either.

The person he likes has never been able to run away. When the time comes, Fang Zhongyuan will naturally come to his door.

Because, under that announcement, the gains from Wanbang Securities' late trading operations were instantly wiped out.

Wanbang lost 5.6 billion yuan and was on the verge of bankruptcy.

But obviously, many people have not realized this, including Fang Zhongyuan.

In other words, he thought about it but never thought about what it meant.

As the old saying goes.

Money is a person's courage, and money is also a person's blood.

If you don't have money, it's no different than having your blood drawn.

This really makes sense.

When Zhang Hua watched Zhao Jiangchuan's account transfer 20 million into his account at the bank, the series of numbers gave him an indescribable excitement.

Money can buy so many things.

The car, the house, the little girl.

Which is not allowed to spend money.

In just half a month, he made more than 10 million, and Zhang Hua was as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

Just like the person who was still mourning yesterday was not him.

"Brother Zhao, we are really lucky this time. If it hadn't been for the announcement last night, we would have become a fallen phoenix and turned into a native chicken."

2 p.m.

Zhang Hua and Zhao Jiangchuan sat down together and made tea.

While drinking, Zhang Hua sighed.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Once alive, once dead.

First he was born, then he died, and finally he was resurrected.

It is true that money is not easy to make, and there is really a big horror between big profits.

lucky?

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't say anything and said with a smile: "Old Zhang, why do you believe in luck? This is not like you."

"You can't believe it. It takes eight minutes to live and die. If it weren't for good luck, would we still be sitting here making tea?"

"Have you forgotten what I said? Money can help the gods!"

"Come again, pass you..."

Before Zhang Hua finished speaking, he was frozen as if someone had cast a restraining spell on him.

Wealth can lead to the gods.

These four ordinary words suddenly seemed like a piece of ten thousand years of ice, freezing Zhang Hua so hard that he couldn't even move.

fear.

A kind of fear that came from his soul made Zhang Hua feel that the blood in his body had stopped flowing.

The fear that was about to freeze his mind made him instinctively surrender his eyes to Zhao Jiangchuan. He needed to confirm whether his guess was true.

However, he only saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and there was an ice coldness in those eyes that froze his body.

Wealth can lead to the gods.

It turns out that wealth can really lead to the gods.

Zhang Hua understood everything, but precisely because he understood everything, he only felt deep fear.

There was both fear of those four words and a deep fear of Zhao Jiangchuan.