Meanwhile, on Chen Tai's side...
Normally, someone like Chen Tai, the chairman of an investment company, would be among the first to pay attention to such big news.
But he clearly isn't in the mood for that right now.
At this moment, Chen Tai was standing on the busy main road, under the scorching sun, holding a large stack of flyers in his hand, and handing them out to people he saw.
"Consider our fund! Our fund is currently performing exceptionally well! We guarantee you'll make money!"
"Hey young man, have you ever considered investing? It's a crucial way to combat currency devaluation in the future!"
"Have you ever thought about what you'll do when you get old if you don't manage your finances now?!"
...
But after trying for a long time, Chen Tai's lips became chapped.
But no one was willing to give him a second glance.
After a morning of hard work, Chen Tai saw no hope except for countless cold stares.
"Damn it, these idiots! They deserve to be poor!" Chen Tai cursed inwardly.
I originally thought that with my silver tongue, I could easily find a bunch of people to invest in me.
But to his surprise, all the pedestrians were in a hurry and didn't even have time to stop and listen to him speak.
No matter how many words Chen Tai had, he could only keep them to himself.
"People nowadays have absolutely no concept of financial management. No matter how much money they earn, it's never enough to spend, I'm telling you."
You can easily rent out the vacant rooms in your house.
Then I drive my own car home from get off work to drive for Didi (a ride-hailing service).
Finally, we reinvest the profits into our fund.
Nowadays, who doesn't have several hundred thousand yuan in savings? Keeping it in the bank is the most basic form of financial management.
"If you had listened to me, you could have earned several more dollars each month! You would have achieved financial freedom long ago! It really is!" Chen Tai said this with terrifying confidence, believing he had discovered a shortcut to wealth.
As a result, countless netizens in the live stream broke down in their emotions on the spot.
"Heh, wishful thinking. Where do you get the house? I was thinking of renting it out, but the landlord told me I can't rent his house to anyone else. [Smile]"
"I'm renting other people's houses myself, where would I get a spare house? What are you daydreaming about?"
"I don't get home until 10 p.m., and you're still going out to drive for Didi? Am I some kind of nuclear-powered donkey? Don't I deserve to rest and sleep?"
"Five hundred thousand? I have fifty bucks for you, want it or not? What kind of idiot are you? I only have a few dozen bucks in savings, do you think you can call me grandpa?!"
...
Unfortunately, Chen Tai couldn't see the barrage of insults directed at him in the live stream.
His suit was completely soaked with sweat, making him look extremely disheveled.
"Damn it, I'm so thirsty, I'm done posting, I'm going to buy a coffee." Chen Tai, who was always proud and arrogant, couldn't stand it anymore and went to a coffee shop to buy an iced Americano for 78 yuan.
Then he plopped down under the tree to enjoy the shade.
Even if his butt got scalded, he wouldn't stand up again.
"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't this the most hardworking Old Chen? He can't even handle handing out flyers for a little while? [doge emoji]"
"Stand up! You dare slack off at work?! I'll dock half a month's pay, you hear me?! [Evil]"
"The boss pays you for a day's work, and you only work twelve hours? Outrageous! You're being punished by having to hand over half your salary to the boss! [Evil]"
"78 yuan for an iced Americano? Wow, have prices in Shanghai really gotten this bad?"
"Chen Huaqian, Chen Huaqian, your sales performance is nowhere to be seen, and you've already spent a day's wages!"
...
The viewers in the live stream were spewing venomous insults.
An elderly man in a suit and tie, standing under the tree, saw the flyer in Chen Tai's hand and asked curiously:
"Brother, at your age, still handing out flyers? How much do you get paid a day?"
But Chen Tai rolled his eyes at him, took a sip of his iced Americano, and showed no intention of paying him any attention.
Whom are you calling brother?
Do you know who Lao Tzu is?
You dare to call me brother?
You poor, stingy old man!
If I hadn't participated in this lousy show, someone like you from the bottom of society wouldn't even have had the chance to talk to me!
At your age, you're still dressed up in a suit, trying to show off!
While Chen Tai was resting, another female salesperson from their sales team came down.
Seeing Chen Tai sitting leisurely under the tree, he frowned and walked up to him, saying:
"What are you doing here? You're paid to slack off here, aren't you?"
"What's it to you? Can't I take a break after handing out flyers? It's none of your business!" Chen Tai said, looking up with annoyance.
He's furious right now.
Getting scolded by the sales team leader is one thing, but another.
What right do you, a mere sales consultant, have to criticize me?
A few days ago, a salesperson like you would have been begging me, Chen Tai Investment, on your knees!
What are you so arrogant about!
"You! Fine! Fine! You've got guts! You old geezer! You just wait!" The saleswoman turned around and was about to go upstairs to complain.
As soon as he turned his head, he caught sight of the old man sitting next to Chen Tai.
Immediately, the saleswoman's eyes widened, her expression changed completely, and she greeted him with great enthusiasm.
"Mr. Zhang, why are you resting here? Since you're already here, why don't you come up and sit with us at our foundation?"
"What!" Chen Tai was stunned on the spot.
Zhang...Dad?!
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