Chapter six hundred and seventeenth serious and not serious
The vacation passed in the blink of an eye, and Fang Zhe's life in the United States fell into a busy schedule.
At Pinnacle Fund, Yun Jue can still insist on going to work, but Fang Zhe is worried and follows him every day.
This made Wu Mingzhu not say anything, but she was very depressed in her heart. Fang Zhe saw that her mood was wrong and found an opportunity to say to her: "It will be the same when it is your turn."
"It's better to wait until the child is born. Taking care of one now is enough for you." was a very considerate reply.
Fang Zhe's thought was, why do I think your words have another meaning? In fact, after coming to the United States, out of responsibility for her children, Yun Jue insisted on not having frank and in-depth communication. Wu Mingzhu could feel that occasionally
When the two of them were alone, Fang Zhe showed his fierce energy.
Immediately, Fang Zhe thought again, what kind of virtue and ability does Fang have?
Many things need to be prepared in advance, mainly the hospital, regular check-ups, and scheduled care.
Considering the upcoming situation, Fang Zhe suggested that Yunjue make some personnel adjustments to Peak Fund to better meet the new year's money-making opportunities.
Fang Zhe stayed quietly in Los Angeles. William suggested that Yunjue open the Peak Fund branch to New York, but Fang Zhe said it was not necessary. After the new year, the Nasdaq index was still climbing, approaching 5,000
Click the mark.
Compared to other institutions where there is laughter and laughter every day, the office building of Pinnacle Fund seems very quiet. Employees come to work every day and stare at the index changes on the computer screen without taking any action.
Several executives, including William, deeply regretted Yun Jue's calmness, but no one dared to express their dissatisfaction. After all, the big boss stayed in Yun Jue's office every morning and even slept in the office after lunch.
, I will handle other business in the afternoon.
When Fang Zhe left that day, William knocked on the door with two senior executives and came in. Yun Jue stood behind the huge desk, holding the table with both hands and looking at the three people who came in: "This is the first time I see you all coming so neatly.
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As the general manager of the branch, William came in with his two deputies and cautiously advised: "President, would you like to suggest to Boss that now is a good opportunity to make money? With so much money prepared in our account, we cannot just
Let’s watch this happen?”
Yun Jue did not answer him, but looked at the other two people: "Is this what you mean?"
Leo, one of the vice presidents, raised his hand and said: "President, I think we have to make a decision now. With so many employees doing the work of collecting intelligence and data every day, it is really a waste."
Bruce smiled and said: "President, I don't think I dare to make any decisions, so I have to be prepared in advance."
These three people are not of the same mind, but they have something in common, that is, they think the current fund is too quiet.
"Everyone has been optimistic about Nasdaq in the past two years. When our nanny is chatting, she will always mention the stock market. You are all elites in the industry. Do you think this phenomenon is normal?" Yun Jue asked with a smile,
The three of them were speechless and did not dare to look at each other.
Yun Jue waved his hand: "Okay, let's go back to work, mathematical modeling, technical analysis, these are all jobs. I remind you that I am not a charity, so I will not keep a team doing nothing in vain."
Fang Zhe didn't know what was happening here and was in Marilyn's office at Summit Pictures.
The two hadn't seen each other for a while. When Marilyn saw Fang Zhe, she hugged him very excitedly.
"The schedule of Mr. and Mrs. Smith is confirmed to be on the 7th of this month. I thought Boss wouldn't come." The woman didn't intend to talk properly. She clung tightly to her and kept twisting and rubbing.
"I saw the advertisement on TV and knew that you must be very busy recently, so I didn't come to disturb you." Fang Zhe explained in a non-nutritious manner, and Marilyn said full of sorrow: "Boss, I hope you will come to disturb you often."
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While he was talking, Fang Zhe's phone rang. When he saw that the number belonged to Liszt, he pressed the answer button: "My friend, please call me at this time. I think it should be good news."
"Fang, we need to have a serious talk in person." Liszt was very busy on the phone, but from his rapid breathing, he could feel the urgency at this moment.
"I'm at Summit Pictures, you can just come over here." Fang Zhe replied simply. This guy is very greedy, but he has the ability to eat. This is rare, at least on Wall Street, it is relatively rare.
Half an hour later, when Fang Zhe was reading the latest report, there was a knock on the door, and Marilyn stood up and opened the door angrily.
Liszt glanced at the corner of Marilyn's mouth and did not remind her that she needed to refill her lipstick. He smiled and nodded and walked in. He sat directly opposite Fang Zhe. Fang Zhe did not raise his head: "Wait a moment!" and continued to read the last page of the report in his hand.
Then close and raise your head.
"It seems that you have got some important news." As soon as Fang Zhe spoke, Lister nodded with a smile: "Yes, I got a message that the Federal Reserve is conducting high-density collection of information on Nasdaq. So.
, I stopped the unfinished report and came directly to see you, just to hear your opinion."
"What can I say? I'm not Greenspan. But I suggest you start writing this report from the price-earnings ratio. If you have time, go sit in some bars frequented by the middle class and listen to what they are talking about.
Combined with the changes in interest rates since 1995, I think you can draw a rather forbidden conclusion." Fang Zhe reminded him unhurriedly.
Liszt was an expert. Hearing these words, he immediately fell into a state of thinking and quickly slapped his thigh: "Raise interest rates!"
"Then what? This is a country dominated by capital. You can analyze the current status of Nasdaq from the source. I think you will be able to complete a high-quality report soon. If you have read Capital, Marx's
I think Capital’s comments can help you see the deeper issues more clearly.”
Well, when Liszt heard Fang Zhe mention Marx, he shrugged and smiled bitterly: "Fang, you are a big capitalist."
"The more capitalist you are, the more you need to read Das Kapital. Excellent capitalists are better able to see the irreversible shortcomings of the capital world."
Liszt glanced at Marilyn, who was coming over with a wine glass, and joked with a smile: "I came at a bad time, didn't I?"
"I know you still said that." Marilyn yelled at him angrily, and the wine glass almost poured into his face.
Liszt lay back and drank a glass of wine, looked at Fang Zhe and said: "So, this is a good opportunity for me."
Fang Zhe shook his head and said in an understatement: "Broaden your horizons. This opportunity should not be for you alone, but for everyone. We are friends. I hope that while you can make a difference at Goldman Sachs, you can also
Solve some personal financial problems. If you think I am trustworthy, you can be patient and wait for my call."
Liszt showed an excited expression, lowered his head and whispered in a flattering tone: "Fang, if I can go back to New York, I will not forget the friendship between us."
Fang Zhe shook his head again to deny his statement: "No, I don't think it's a pure friendship between us. I don't like the fact that you Americans talk about friendship at all times. I'm used to putting the essence aside.
In front of each other, we are partners who support each other for common interests. This is my definition of the relationship between you and me."
Liszt smiled a little awkwardly. He was used to dealing with everyone with a hypocritical appearance. He was really not used to Fang Zhe's method of tearing apart hypocrisy. But he was thick-skinned enough.
, stood up with a smile and said: "It's time for me to go back. I think it is more appropriate to define our relationship as a partner with a posthumous friendship."
Fang Zhe also stood up and stretched out his hand with a calm expression: "I wish you good luck." Liszt smiled and shook hands: "I need an account. I have some personal savings. Can I give it to Peak Fund to operate it on my behalf?"
Fang Zhe smiled: "I agree with your definition of the relationship between you and me. You can contact Yun Jue and wish you all can get rich together."
After being delivered to the door, Fang Zhe watched him go down the corridor and turned around. Marilyn immediately came over and said in a disdainful tone: "Friend?"
"Hmm, that's what he thinks. I always didn't listen to what he said, only what he did. Now it seems that what he did is quite acceptable. I have always advocated that when we have money, everyone makes it together.
"Fang Zhe's tone didn't sound like he meant Liszt as a friend. In fact, the subtext in his heart was: Are you worthy?
"What about me? I also have some personal savings." Marilyn whispered in her ear, and a faint scent of perfume entered Fang Zhe's nostrils. She knew Fang Zhe's preferences very accurately, which is why she has today's status.
"I'll contact Yun Jue directly and let her arrange your funds." Fang Zhe will never make a mistake on this question. The funds must be handled through Yun Jue, otherwise he will not look good when he goes back.
"Okay, I know what to do. I just forgot to ask Liszt about the listing arrangements of Summit Pictures."
Fang Zhe smiled after hearing this: "Don't be anxious, just wait for his good news. By then, he will be more anxious than us."
Marilyn was a very smart woman. When she heard this, she whispered: "Boss, I didn't hear today's conversation."
Fang Zhe glanced at her and said calmly: "No one will believe you if you tell me."
"Boss, since you're here, would you like to arrange a party?" Marilyn licked her tongue and spoke in a seductive tone.
"Don't hurt me. I have to be a serious person these days. The party you arranged cannot be serious." After Fang Zhe finished speaking, Marilyn's smile became even more charming, and she turned to close the door and lock it.
Before getting off work, Wu Mingzhu heard a knock on the door, and her secretary came in and said: "President, Boss is here."
"Can I get off work early? I want to treat you to dinner." Fang Zhe put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and stood in front of the secretary's desk.
"Of course. Have you gone to the technical department to see it?" Wu Mingzhu handed over the coat in his hand.
Fang Zhe took it and put it on for her and said, "I'm not going, I think you can handle it here."