Chapter 362 You Are Such a Good Person (4328)
The glass sightseeing elevator in the atrium of the Marriott Marquis has floor selection outside the hall. That is, there are no floor selection buttons in the elevator. Instead, the floor is selected on the floor selector in the elevator hall. The screen on the floor selector will show which elevator the guest is going to take, and the guest just needs to wait at the corresponding elevator.
After entering the elevator, there are only door and alarm buttons, no floor buttons, and the elevator will automatically stop at the selected floor.
For the Marriott Marquis, which has 45 floors and 1,800 rooms, this control method can arrange guests going to the same or adjacent floors in the same elevator, improving the overall transportation efficiency of the building.
Otherwise, guests will have to wait too long for the elevator.
In fact, this method of floor selection is also available in many hotels and public places in Da Zhou. The elevator in the outpatient building of Haixi Second Hospital uses this method of floor selection. Therefore, the three people were not surprised at all, but the old man in the elevator was startled.
When they walked out of the elevator on the 38th floor, Luo Ziming realized that Jiang Nanzhen did not follow him out, but continued to walk up with the elevator. They didn't know which floor Jiang Nanzhen lived on.
"Huh." The trio finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In a confined space like an elevator, the closer the three boys got to Jiang Nanzhen, the more distracted they became.
Luo Ziming was pushing a large, worn suitcase with great effort. He kept looking back while pushing it, with a look of unsatisfied satisfaction on his face.
This box was bought by his mother in her first year of work. It is older than he is and the wheels are about to fall off.
Luo Ziming actually comes from a well-off family. His father works in a credit union and his mother also works in a public institution. They can earn at least 200,000 or 300,000 yuan a year, which is definitely a high income in a small place. They also have good social connections in the local area. Logically, Luo Ziming should have had a comfortable childhood.
But his mother said that her son had to be raised in poverty, but in fact she was stingy. According to Luo Ziming, except for the fruits given by others, if the fruits were bought by his family, he had never eaten them without eyes since he was a child.
His mother also said that those with eyes are not sprayed with pesticides and are healthy.
Damn, he is so stingy that he is quite stingy even in the stingy world. Now he doesn’t go to the supermarket to buy vegetables. He goes to the morning market at five in the morning because the vegetables are cheaper.
One time, Luo Ziming came home and found that his mother had been depressed all day. After asking her for a long time, his mother said with tears in her eyes that she went to the morning market to buy vegetables. She saw good spinach at a stall, selling it for 35 cents a pound, so she bought two pounds. However, less than ten meters away, she saw another stall selling it for 32 cents, so she lost money on the vegetables.
For six cents, I suffered a miserable day.
It’s hard to imagine that this happened just a year or two ago. If you didn’t know, you would think I was writing a period piece.
This also resulted in Luo Ziming, a small town Brahmin, living like a Shudra in middle school.
According to him, if his father didn't have a secret stash of funds to support him, he wouldn't be able to hold his head up in school.
This time when he came to Miami, he brought this box with him, but he didn't plan to take it back. He planned to throw it away here and buy two Rimowa shoes that have been very popular in the past two years to take back.
He has his own money these days and has a strong desire for revenge consumption.
After staying with Jiang Nanzhen for a while, he felt that it was not just her strong desire to consume.
Under the influence of the aura of the angel of desire on Jiang Nanzhen, not to mention them, even the white old man in his seventies who looked like a wealthy man in the elevator just now stared at Jiang Nanzhen below the waist.
"Old Fang is definitely related to this Senior Sister Jiang." Luo Ziming swiped his door card while chatting with Lu Xuechang who lived across the street.
Lu Xuechang snorted and swiped the door card with a beep: "What you said is just like the cat at home...go...loves fish, it's all nonsense."
Luo Ziming was puzzled: "Grandpa Lu, were you just going to say that dogs love to eat shit? Why did you change it to cats eating fish?"
Lu Xuechang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I just had a sudden feeling that if I tell you, I'll be in trouble."
Fang Yu on the 39th floor nodded and said, "Hmm, hmm, hmm. Old Lu, your sixth sense is comparable to that of women. You've escaped a disaster."
Huh? Could it be that Old Lu is a closeted person?
Fang Yu saw that the three of them had entered the room. Just as he took back the mage's hand, he heard a beep from the electronic door lock on the 39th floor.
"Lord, I have arranged them according to your instructions."
As soon as Jiang Nanzhen came in, she leaned sideways beside Fang Yu's chair, holding the armrests with both hands, her face full of holiness and piety.
"You still have problems controlling your divine power. It leaks too much." Fang Yu touched Jiang Nanzhen's smooth, fair, and almost poreless face. "Before tomorrow, you must master the control of your divine power. Do you understand?"
Jiang Nanzhen nodded obediently, her face pressed against Fang Yu's thigh, her eyes blurred, her face flushed, and her breath hot.
"The Lord's command is my mission. By tomorrow, I will be able to master the power you have bestowed upon me."
Fang Yu had already unlocked the seal on Jiang Nanzhen's divine power two days ago, and let her practice in the basement of Hanning Mansion on how to perfectly gather the divine power in her body.
The moment the knot was untied, Jiang Nanzhen naturally accepted the change of her identity, as if it was a matter of course.
All angels are fanatics. They have no doubts, no questions, no curiosity, only piety, but they have also lost themselves.
Fang Yu doesn't have any reliable solution for this right now. He can only wait until his level is increased and he has more arcane knowledge, and then look for any solution.
The most difficult part in solving this problem is that Jiang Nanzhen's life form has changed, and many arcane theories that are useful to humans have lost their effect on Jiang Nanzhen.
Now on the main plane and Blue Star, Fang Yu has found a less reliable solution, which is to let Jiang Nanzhen break his promise and doubt him.
But whether in the main plane or on Blue Star, the relevant legends are that as long as the angels question God, they will definitely betray God and fall into the opposite side of God.
Equivalent to blackening.
Fang Yu wasn't worried about Jiang Nanzhen betraying him, but if that were to happen, what would he do? Kill Jiang Nanzhen? He really couldn't bring himself to do it.
Moreover, it is hard to say whether the treacherous fallen angel has found himself again or is controlled by his own evil thoughts.
Maybe it's to drive away the wolf and devour the tiger.
Fang Yu was thinking about something, and his hands were idle, so he kept rubbing them.
"Have you memorized the key points of this mission? If you can accomplish this, you should know how much benefit it will bring you."
Jiang Nanzhen's breathing was rapid, her face as clear as spring water. "It's clear. I need to use every possible means to provoke internal strife within Blackrock... All these methods do not include... Ah! Lord, don't worry, I only belong to you."
"I don't care what good it is for me, as long as the Lord is pleased."
"So good."
Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction. Just as he was about to move, he suddenly remembered something and muttered to himself, "We are simply a superior-subordinate relationship, not a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. I don't have a girlfriend, and I'm not living with anyone or having a de facto relationship with anyone."
Jiang Nanzhen was full of questions.
Fang Yu said seriously, "There is a rule now that you can't have more than one girlfriend."
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June 17, 8:40 am Maidong time.
Manhattan Marriott Marquis, sixth floor, Broadway Ballroom.
Dozens of guests gathered in front of the large sign-in area and signed in one by one by scanning their faces. More guests came out of the elevator, spiral staircase, and banquet hall to sign in.
Name tags and brochures were neatly arranged on the table, and a welcome sign next to it read "BlackRock 3062 Hedge Fund and Alternative Investment Conference."
Business elites in formal suits and ties gather in groups of two or three to communicate with each other, sometimes gathering in a group, sometimes dispersing and then joining or forming new chat groups. If you look from the air, you can see that this change is chaotic yet orderly.
There are also some people who are ignored by everyone. They stand at the side of one group and then at the side of another group. It seems that they are everywhere, but they are nowhere.
"Carlyle... Oaktree Capital... Allianz... Pacific... Holy crap! Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley have sent people here too!"
Lu Xuechang's eyes kept darting around among these people, his face full of excitement.
The three people from Si Lingsi were like three local dogs, looking at the more than a thousand people in the venue with excitement, surprise, fear and contradiction on their faces. It seemed that the Marriott's powerful Carrier central air-conditioning system had increased its power because of so many people gathered together, and the cold wind made people shiver.
Lu Xuechang's face was full of excitement, Luo Ziming was startled, and Huang Xiang was trembling with fear. The three of them were contradicting each other.
and Michael Jensen, global head of alternative investments and private equity at Goldman Sachs.
Alice Reynolds, vice president of institutional investor relations, and Daniel Price, director of investment research, at Bain Capital.
Patrick Geller, global head of alternative asset management at UBS.
and John Murphy, head of private equity and hedge fund strategy at Carlyle.
Ana Kovacs, a hedge fund portfolio manager at Morgan Stanley…
Shit! That old guy is Ray Dalio from Bridgewater, right? He came in person?
Oh my god! Jamie Dimon! Jamie Dimon from JPMorgan Chase! Jamie Dimon is here in person!
It's a pity that Sandy Weill of Citigroup is too old. Otherwise, if Sandy Weill had come, we could have seen whether the master and apprentice were really as estranged as the legend said. (A tribute to my old book)
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I'm actually having a meeting with so many big guys here! ?
Until they stood in the venue and found their seats, the three local dogs didn't feel real.
Since entering college, these familiar names of institutions have been ringing in their ears every day.
At that time, their biggest dream was to be able to join such a company after graduation, which would be a blessing.
They can just hang in there for two or three years. If they can't, they can use the qualifications and abilities accumulated on the platform in these two or three years to find a position in a domestic investment company. This is already the limit of what they can imagine.
Now I am actually having a meeting with them?
However, it was only when I got here that I realized how insignificant I was.
Previously, the three of them felt a little complacent because they controlled nearly 70 million Malaysian dollars at their peak.
But here, tens of millions of dollars may not even reach the threshold!
Almost every institution has an asset size of over 10 billion yuan, and some have assets of over 10 billion yuan.
If 404's growth rate was not so high and its investment strategy was not so novel and risky, 404 would not have been qualified to attend the conference.
"Mr. Huang, Mr. Lu, Mr. Luo, our seats are here." Jiang Nanzhen was wearing a moon-white cheongsam today. It was obvious that this cheongsam was more slim-fitting and more upscale than the previous goose yellow one. It made Jiang Nanzhen look like a ripe fruit that bent the branch.
The three of them blushed slightly and found their seats according to Jiang Nanzhen's instructions.
Luo Ziming couldn't help but look at Jiang Nanzhen, feeling a little strange.
Obviously, Senior Sister Jiang looks a bit prettier than the day before yesterday, but why do I feel that she is not as attractive as she was a few days ago?
Could it be that I've become immune to it after seeing it so many times?
Or was it because I asked for guidance too many times yesterday and evolved into a great sage?
I don't know what happened the past two days, I had naughty dreams every night, luckily I brought plenty of underwear...
There was no other way. To avoid affecting his own plans, Fang Yu could only help Jiang Nanzhen quickly familiarize herself with the control of divine power, so that she could consciously control the emotional influence of the divine runes on creatures within a three-meter radius. (See Chapter 214)
Fang Yu draws lessons from great works of art and imitates Goku before the Cell Games, allowing Gohan to always maintain the Super Saiyan state to adapt to the excitement brought by this Super Saiyan state.
Allow Jiang Nanzhen to gather her divine power even when she is in an excited state, so as to improve her control over her divine power as quickly as possible.
In two days, Jiang Nanzhen had already developed an extraordinary physique, so naturally nothing would happen to her. However, Luo Ziming, who lived downstairs from them, was unlucky. He was anxious every day and night, and he wanted to go out and find a big foreign horse to win glory for his country.
If Luo Ziming had not considered his own situation and was worried that bringing glory to the country would end up bringing discredit to the country, he would have been unable to hold back long ago.
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"The conference lasts three days. Today's theme is global macroeconomics and market trends, and tomorrow's theme is alternative investment strategies and innovation. Our session will be from 11:00 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. on the third day, not in the Broadway Room, but in the Harlem Conference Room on the seventh floor."
Jiang Nanzhen flipped through the meeting materials she had just received. Although most of these things had been sent to them by email in advance by the conference organizing committee, there were still some details that had not been mentioned before.
The trio looked at each other in bewilderment. Isn't this Senior Sister Jiang too dedicated? Wasn't she here to help them familiarize themselves with the situation? How could she be so attentive to this than the three of them?
"I'll go ask for the list of guests and participants for the seminar the day after tomorrow." Jiang Nanzhen flipped through the information twice but didn't find this part. She held her cheongsam from behind with both hands and stood up from the folding chair (refer to the hot animated picture). She gracefully found a member of the conference affairs team and started chatting with him.
"Guests will register on their own the next night? This is the registration website, right? Okay, thank you." Jiang Nanzhen took a step back seemingly unintentionally, and her ten-centimeter Jimmy Choo high heels stepped on the outside of the shoe of a man behind her.
Jiang Nanzhen seemed to lose her balance in an instant and fell to the left.
"Be careful!" The middle-aged man whose foot was stepped on by Jiang Nanzhen was still feeling a little pain. He turned his head with a little anger and saw a lady in a moon-white cheongsam losing her balance and about to fall, so he subconsciously helped Jiang Nanzhen.
"Ah! Thank you!" After being helped up, Jiang Nanzhen first adjusted her cheongsam and hair, then raised her head with a worried expression on her face. Under her typical oriental dress and makeup, she actually looked a little tearful and pitiful.
"Sorry, I just stepped on you. Are you hurt? Do you want to contact the infirmary?"
Under the influence of Jiang Nanzhen's divine power and direction, the middle-aged man whose foot was stepped on was stunned for a moment, his face flushed. "It's, it's okay... Miss, you're okay... I'm glad you're okay. By the way, which company are you from? I'm John Doe, the investment director of BlackRock Hedge Fund. This is my business card."
Jiang Nanzhen's eyes flashed with gratitude: "John, you are such a good person."
I didn’t finish it today because yesterday’s chapter was reviewed. Brothers, guess where it was deleted.
I have to be honest, honest, honest.
There is no cheating or giving away girls in this book. Jiang Nanzhen is not there to be a hooker, nor is she just trying to stir up jealousy among the top executives of BlackRock. The means cannot be so low-level and simple. It is not just a beauty trap and a rift. There are other ways to deal with BlackRock.
(End of this chapter)
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