Malik Fassi felt that there was something wrong with living a comfortable life since he was a child. Over time, he had to not like to use his brain and was very worried that he would waste his money.

At this moment, he spoke to Ye Dongqing and said, "I knew you wouldn't let me down. You are the financial expert who really cares about me. Others, including my mother, just want to take the money away from me!

So if there is no better investment channel, I will invest another money in your company. Is there any financial product that pays in one go and returns part of the dividends every month?”

Ye Dongqing's head was spinning fast and immediately told the other party: "You can tailor a financial plan for you and return it every month... As long as you buy 10 million US dollars, you will get one percent back every month, which is a full 100,000 US dollars.

I will give you $1.2 million a year, and the principal remains unchanged. The annualized interest rate is as high as 12%. Our company will bear the risks for you. You will never lose even a cent. As long as you notify three months in advance, you can withdraw the principal at any time."

In fact, Ye Dongqing was quite puzzled and didn't understand why he became the good person Malik said.

However, he did not have the idea of ​​cheating anyone. He just used information asymmetry to try to use other principals to make huge profits from investment. The dividend ratio returned to investors is very conscientious. Everyone makes money, and no one will be unhappy in the whole process.

"That means investing another seven million US dollars? That's fine. I'll ask the financial advisor to talk to you, and then I can write a check. Now let's go play first.

I still remember the last time you said, let me ask you to have an event, but I haven’t forgotten that my friends are all here this time. I will introduce you to them later. Whether you can invest depends on your own ability.”

"Well, thank you, so where are we going now?" Ye Dongqing looked outside the car window. She did not get close to Boston city, but was getting further and further away from the city and walked eastward.

Malik kept it a secret and told him, "You will know later, but you'd better prepare your checkbook first..."

Because of this sentence, Ye Dongqing thought that these little guys were planning to gamble with him, and even couldn't help but guess whether Malik Fassi was pretending to be stupid, and wanted to set up a so-called immortal dance in the Chinese, and then slaughter him hard.

Considering the three million dollars he invested in the Tamsui Fund last time, he didn't think the other party would be so courageous. He threw out this huge sum just to lure him into the bait, not to mention that if he was really smart, he wouldn't have chosen him. When they first met, Ye Dongqing was still a pauper.

Thinking of these, my expression remains unchanged, and I am ready to take a look at it step by step.

The two of them chatted, and finally the Rolls-Royce was parked on the edge of the dock, with rows of yachts floating, including a big guy, with the side of the hull painted with the text "Fidelity- Investment-Group", one of the world's largest fund management companies, currently managing more than $500 billion in assets. If it weren't for a financial tsunami, the scale would be even larger.

Compared with Fidelity Investment Group, which has been founded for more than half a century, Ye Dongqing's Tamsui Fund Company is undoubtedly a small shrimp company. The helmsman of Fidelity has lived in Boston for a long time, and it is not surprising that this ship appears on the dock.

Strangely, Malik Fassi actually knew people from this family and took Ye Dongqing to board the ship from the stairs.

Before he could think too much, Ye Dongqing had already seen several strangers when he showed up, all of whom looked quite young. Malik's plane was not as grand as he used to be. This yacht was much larger than his one. A small group of people stood on the deck, looking empty.

I am still confused until now. When I heard Malik seeking credit, I shouted to a young white man: "Little Edward! I brought the Chinese boss I met on Wall Street here!"

Ye Dongqing instantly showed a sudden expression on her face. It seemed that she had been nonsense before, and the key point was that someone wanted to see him.

Edward, little, remembers the name of the founder of Fidelity Fund Group, Edward C. Johnson. Combined with the yacht under his feet, he couldn't help but think of something. He just didn't understand how the rich third generation with a family asset of tens of billions of dollars would be interested in his own mud legs.

It is simply unreasonable to say that Tamsui Fund was targeted by the other party after crossing the line. How could Fidelity Fund lack this mere 20 million US dollars?

It would be useless to think about it alone. Ye Dongqing looked at the fat man who was playing golf. With the swing, a ball flew far to the sea, falling and splashing water.

He is less than 1.7 meters tall, but weighs at least 250 pounds, and he looks like he is powerful without anger.

Of course, this may be the halo effect attached to money. You must understand that it may be the strong woman of his mother, who ranks in the top 30 on the Forbes Rich List, holds hundreds of billions of dollars in her hand, and she usually trembles when she sneezes on Wall Street. Ye Dongqing clearly remembers the surname "Johnson".

The fat man named Edward, casually inserted his golf club into the snow pile on the yacht deck, came to question Ye Dongqing and said, "You just want to cheat my friend's money? I also opened a company on Wall Street. I have never heard of you. He doesn't know what you want to do, but I know!"

"Check me for money?" Malik was stunned and hurriedly said, "No, no, no, there is any misunderstanding here. He is helping me invest!"

"My poor friend, you must have been cheated. I guessed that no one would launch that kind of financial product unless it was a liar!"

The fat man shouted loudly.

Ye Dongqing had a strange look and felt that... it was a bit weird. He thought to himself that God was indeed fair and gave the other party a wealthy family environment, but he even poured water into his mind, or perhaps he didn't give it to his mind.

I couldn't bear to be splashed with water from others, so I reached out to interrupt and said, "Tanshui Fund Company, the office is in Building 2, Wall Street, phone number 212-380-83*9, the company's operation official is Vigo Moore, you can verify my identity with that lady.

Maybe no one dared to sell it before, but now it has appeared, insulting my reputation for no reason. Do you think Chinese mean liars and are easy to bully?"

Little Edward was about to speak when he heard this, and hesitated a little and held back his throat. He didn't want to cause any lawsuits related to racial discrimination. Being famous means that all stains will be magnified, and it will be bad if he is caught.

He shook his head and said to Ye Dongqing: "It has nothing to do with your skin color. I just want to say that no one will be stupid enough to have a fixed annualized interest rate, and it can also ensure that there is no loss!"

"That's just that you are not capable enough. Young people should behave properly. Is there a grudge against you? Or do you owe you money?

Since there is nothing, then keep your mouth in mind. Don’t be arrogant just because your ancestors have helped you accumulate money. You have the will to stand up and compete with me for your achievements!”

After saying that, he raised his middle finger and Ye Dongqing finally looked like a young man.

It’s all because of the strong hormone secretion in the body, or the alcohol hurts the brain last night, otherwise you should be kind and make money. There is no need to be so stiff...
Chapter completed!