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Jordan Belfort? The Wolf of Wall Street?
After hearing the young man's self-introduction, Mike was a bit surprised. He didn't expect to be so lucky as to meet him at this kind of party.
You know, earlier, Mike had asked Chris to inquire about him.
This Jordan had extraordinary eloquence and sales skills, and his favorite question was "Sell me this pen?".
Moreover, happy to share sales skills and possessing the quality of a "Gold Medal Lecturer," he was also very good at cultivating talent. He was a rare leadership talent.
"I'm Mike Quinn. Currently made some money in stocks." Mike said while sizing up the young man opposite him.
According to Mike's knowledge, this Mr. Jordan should have just started out, with a net worth of only around ten million. Normally, he shouldn't be qualified to attend a private party of this nature.
"Oh~ We are peers, nice to meet you." Jordan had a smile on his face, but inwardly he was wondering if there was a Quinn surname on Wall Street.
No choice, Mike looked too young; it was hard to believe he started from scratch.
After confirming that there was no Quinn family on Wall Street, Jordan had to categorize Mike into the same type of person as himself: a striver unwilling to be mediocre and seizing opportunities to climb up.
"Which stock are you dealing with now?" Rarely encountering such a young peer, Jordan found it hard to suppress his desire to communicate.
"Technology, medical, food industries, I'm involved in all." Mike answered.
He didn't deliberately remind the other party that he was a shareholder, not a stockbroker or trader like the other party. These two identities seemed to have something in common, but the ways of making money were very different.
"Technology, medical, food? These industries are indeed very profitable now, but for us, this is not the best choice." Jordan shared his experience: "You know, only by locking up clients' funds in the stock market for a long time can we get more commissions."
Yes, in Jordan's view, the way for stockbrokers to make money is to keep clients in their hands for a long time and use their money to make money for themselves.
In this case, junk stocks are the best choice. As for whether the client's stocks make money, it doesn't matter.
Even if the shareholder's stocks make too much money, there is a high probability that they will cash out and run away immediately. And stockbrokers without these clients naturally have no money to earn.
A seemingly absurd but very "logical" logic.
"Tell me more specifically." Mike, having nothing to do, didn't mind contacting Jordan more.
Using this kind of talent well often has miraculous effects. As for the other party's low bottom line, not hesitating to cheat ordinary American people's money, what does that have to do with Mike?
"Those unsellable junk stocks are good medicine for us. There is a lot of room for operation..." Jordan introduced his experience, buying low and selling high, trapping retail investors, eating both ways, etc.
Jordan relied on this method to sell unwanted stocks to poor people on a large scale, thereby earning a large amount of commission for himself.
"So, what we have to do is not to find out which stock makes money. Instead, try every means to sell junk stocks." Finally, Jordan summarized his speech.
Perhaps because he grew up in a poor family, although Jordan was flexible and eloquent, his vision and knowledge limited his development.
This is also why, after making a lot of money manipulating the stock market in the future, he didn't think of turning over to become a big capitalist, but focused on transferring money to foreign Swiss banks.
Little did he know, this was the way to disaster.
For any country, transferring domestic assets to foreign countries is equivalent to removing firewood from under the cauldron. From the perspective of law and sustainable development, this behavior is not allowed by the country.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Jordan was targeted by the FBI and IRS at the same time later.
"Uh-huh, very interesting theory." Mike smiled and didn't correct the cognitive error of the other party.
For the spirited and ambitious Jordan, only after he truly suffers a loss is the best time to "buy" him.
It can only be said that those who play mind games have black hearts. Mike is no exception.
"Just a little cleverness, not worth praising~" Although he said so, having his theory recognized still made Jordan very happy.
Perhaps finding Mike pleasing to the eye, Jordan then decided to share some real stuff: "How about this, try selling this glass of champagne to me now."
Sure enough, this real stuff was hardcore.
Jordan smiled and placed the champagne in his hand in front of Mike. This was obviously an alternative "Sell me this pen" question.
"For us, is attending such a private party something worth celebrating?" Mike accepted the challenge. Trying to sell the champagne to Jordan.
"Of course~" Jordan answered.
With a net worth of only ten million, he used a lot of connections to have the opportunity to contact many successful people on the scene.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's toast to today." Mike pushed Jordan's champagne back to him.
True sales are just so unpretentious, nothing more than looking for opportunities or creating opportunities to "deliver" the goods one owns to the other party.
"Perfect~" Jordan couldn't suppress the smile on his face, feeling like he met a bosom friend. Then, he praised: "I guarantee you will definitely become a super billionaire. Even if not now, you will definitely succeed in the future."
For Jordan, becoming rich is the greatest success.
Under the contact of the goblets, with the liquid turning, the glasses made a crisp collision sound.
Jordan, in a good mood, was already considering whether to develop the young man opposite into his partner.
Ambitious Jordan was no longer satisfied with making small money. He was planning to manipulate a stock himself to obtain huge wealth.
Of course, manipulating the stock market is a borderline behavior. Once discovered, bankruptcy is a small matter; prison disaster is likely.
After his eyes flickered a few times, Jordan decided to be safer. Even if he pulled people into the partnership, he needed to investigate more.
Just as the two were chatting, many guests came to the reception hall. At this time, the party time agreed by Martin Channing was about to arrive.
"Guests, please take your seats according to the positions on the invitation cards~"
On the small stage at the front of the hall, a middle-aged man looking like a butler greeted the guests.
The hall for this party was arranged into two areas, one was a large free activity area, and the other was a small podium arranged in front of the hall.
Below the podium, several rows of seats were placed.
Obviously, this private party convened by Martin Channing was more like a communication meeting for rich people. This could also explain why Jordan spent effort to come to the scene.
Sometimes, inside information often means opportunity, and opportunity often means money.
"You are actually in the first row." Jordan, who was preparing to pull Mike to sit in the back corner, saw the seat specified on the other party's invitation card, and the corner of his eye twitched: "It seems I need to re-know you. How about I treat you to a drink when free."
At such a private party, although the seat number didn't represent everything, it indicated that Mike was also a person with "status."
This gave Jordan the feeling that the "little brother" turned around and became a big shot.
"OK, your treat, I'll definitely go." Mike responded with a smile.
Then, under Jordan's envious gaze, Mike went to sit in the middle of the first row.
At the same time, those successful people who didn't care much about Mike before also cast surprised glances.
In this atmosphere, the protagonist of today, Martin Channing, accompanied by his daughter Caroline, walked in through the main entrance.
Caroline, who should have gone to sit on the luxurious chair on the side of the stage with her father, turned around after coming to the first row and sat in the empty seat next to Mike.
This move also made Martin Channing, as a father, let his gaze linger on Mike for two more seconds.
Some guests on the scene showed a look of understanding, and their eyes looking at Mike were no longer so surprised.
After all, compared to the identity of a rich man, the identity of Caroline's boyfriend, or rather the identity of a "toy boy," was not worth too much attention from those successful people.
On the scene, probably only the equally young Jordan looked at Mike with even more envy.
Who wants to suffer if they can take a shortcut?