Fearing the other person might work for a small company, Zhang Lin asked, "Which company do you work for?"
"It's that house not far away," the man pointed.
Another little girl saw a particularly luxurious office building with a sign in German but with English below it, and muttered, "Schroder...? Never heard of him!"
Schroeder?
Zhang Lin was startled and asked in surprise, "You work at Schroder?"
"Yeah, not doing so well. I'm just the executive vice president now. Come in and have a seat. You guys look pretty tired." The man invited, "Come in and have a glass of water."
Zhang Lin and the other two nodded. Now they understood what it meant to find something unexpectedly after searching high and low.
The next day, in New York, despite Lu Feng's huge stunt at the university yesterday, there was no news about it at all. It wasn't that the media here was underdeveloped, but rather that such things happened countless times every day, as commonplace as eating and drinking, so there was really no need to report them.
Around four or five in the morning, those who went to bed early woke up and stayed in bed until seven o'clock.
At breakfast time, Lu Feng greeted everyone, quickly made himself some breakfast, and sat down to eat. Zhen Kun sat down opposite him and looked at Lu Feng, saying, "Good morning, Mr. Lu. How are you feeling?"
"The time difference should be reversed by now," Lu Feng said without looking up.
“Goldman Sachs just messaged us, saying they want to meet with us. It’s 10:30 AM on Wall Street. Have them prepare the documents, and you should also get yourself ready.” Zhenkun looked at Lu Feng and said, “Today I’m going to visit an old friend on behalf of Mr. Feng, and also to help you organize your network. Remember, no matter what, control your emotions. We’re asking for favors right now, understand?”
"Don't worry, I've said it countless times since we came here from Hong Kong. Don't you know me? Besides, I value this financing more than you do," Lu Feng said to him.
Zhenkun was slightly relieved when he heard Lu Feng's assurance, which sounded like that of a primary school student. He wasn't going, but Feng Zhiyao was. Zhenkun even instructed Feng Zhiyao to remind Lu Feng more.
Feng Zhiyao readily agreed.
Everyone was fully prepared, including the prospectus, company development, development direction, future prospects, and return on investment after success. We set off from the hotel at 10:00 a.m. and headed straight for the Goldman Sachs headquarters building on Wall Street!
Everyone here has a cup of coffee in their hand, and everyone looks like an elite. Because Wall Street is not very wide, the doors of the major companies are also relatively small.
Lu Feng entered the gate and went upstairs as agreed. He was led into a reception room by a blonde, blue-eyed clerk in a business suit. Apart from Lu Feng and Feng Zhiyao, everyone else was waiting downstairs.
"OK, you guys wait here and don't wander off, understand?" The clerk's expression wasn't very pleasant. He left Lu Feng and Feng Zhiyao behind and turned to leave.
Lu Feng glanced at the reception room and saw that there were about a dozen people, all dressed in suits and ties, who did not look like ordinary people.
"It feels like I owe him money. If this clerk had this attitude in our company, she would have been fired long ago," Feng Zhiyao said unhappily.
"Let's keep quiet, after all, this is their territory." Lu Feng looked at the people present.
Those present were also sizing up Lu Feng. The youngest of them looked to be in his forties, and it seemed as if Lu Feng and Feng Zhiyao shouldn't be there.
"Are you here to submit your IPO prospectus too?" a thin man in his fifties asked.
"Yes!" Lu Feng seemed to sense something and asked, "Are you all here to submit your IPO prospectuses?"
Everyone present nodded, their faces filled with displeasure. They clearly felt slighted, as their companies were top-tier in their own country, yet they were being relegated to the sidelines.
Moreover, some people have been waiting for almost an hour and haven't even received a glass of water; this is simply humiliating.
Lu Feng asked a few questions and found that there were people from Malaysia, Thailand, South Africa, Singapore, and France. They came from all over the world, which shows just how attractive Wall Street is.
Lu Feng waited until eleven o'clock. Some people got angry and stood up and left, but most people stayed.
The door suddenly opened, and two clerks walked in. They stood there and said, "Vice President Aisen is very pressed for time. You only have one hour. I hope you can briefly introduce your company, future plans, etc. Okay, get ready, Aisen will be here soon."
The Thai man sitting on the sofa got angry, stood up and shouted, "Didn't you say you were talking to Lambert? Who is Eisen? We've waited so long, and you haven't even offered us a glass of water. Is this your attitude?"
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