American Warehouse Taobao King

  Because he ate and drank a lot last night, Yang Yong woke up very late the next day and didn't finish his breakfast until 9:00.

  Cleaning up, he drove his beloved Cadillac by himself, and came to a cafe called Old Jack, not far from the New York Stock Exchange in the center of New York City, waiting for his recruited financial trader to come for an interview.

   Although Yang Yong got up very late, it was already past 10 am when he came to the cafe, half an hour later than the agreed time.

   But when he entered the cafe, Yang Yong didn't alarm anyone, but casually glanced at the crowd in the cafe.

   Soon Yang Yong found his target. On the seat near the window on the left, there was only one person sitting there, drinking a cup of coffee, acting very calm, without a trace of impatience.

   The other party was a white man, dressed very neatly. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes that could be used as a mirror. His hair was meticulously combed and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Do you have a book in your hand that you don't know what kind of book it is? There was relish to watch, and there was a steaming cup of coffee on the table.

  Because Yang Yong had seen the photos on the profile of the financial trader, Yang Yong recognized him at a glance. Seeing that he was more than half an hour late, the other party was still sitting there patiently, reading a book and drinking coffee very leisurely, without appearing to be frizzy, which made Yang Yong very appreciate. The financial trader industry is very difficult to do! Without a cool head, a tough character can't eat this bowl of rice.

  After dismissing the waiter, Yang Yong slowly walked to the seat by the window and sat down. As soon as Yang Yong sat down, the financial trader who read the book vigilantly put down the book in his hand and asked Yang Yong coldly. "I'm sorry sir, I've already reserved this seat. Could you please sit somewhere else, I'm waiting for someone to thank you."

   Seeing that the other party is so vigilant is something Yang Yong did not expect. And the expression of refusal made Yang Yong very hurt, and asked with a wry smile. "Are you Robert Jason? Haven't you seen my picture?"

  Robert Jason reacted as soon as he heard the first sentence Yang Yong said, stood up very embarrassed, and took the initiative to extend his right hand to Yang Yong. The two sides shook hands and Robert said very embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Mr. Yang, we talked on the phone, but I haven't seen your photo, so I didn't recognize it. I'm very sorry, please take a seat."

  Yang Yong said after sitting down, laughing and waving his hands very ashamed. "It's me who should say sorry. I drank a few more drinks last night. I woke up late this morning. I'm really sorry to think that Mr. Robert has been waiting for more than half an hour late!"

  Robert smiled slightly, put on his golden glasses and asked Yang Yong softly, "Mr. Yang, what would you like to drink? The Blue Mountain coffee here is good, very authentic. Would you like a cup."

  Yang Yong smiled and waved his hand and said, "I'm not interested in coffee. If you have tea, just bring me a cup of Chinese green tea, if you don't have a soda water."

   Hearing what Yang Yong said, Robert quickly greeted the waiter and asked if there was green tea in the coffee shop. Not to mention, the business philosophy of the cafes located in the city center is different, and they actually have green tea? And it is still authentic Chinese West Lake Longjing tea, which is a big surprise to Yang Yong.

  When the waiter left, Yang Yong took out his cigar case and opened it. He pushed it in front of Robert and asked with a smile, "Have a cigar and relax."

   Looking at the box of cigars as thick as a rolling pin in front of him, Robert gave a wry smile, waved his hand and said in a low voice. "Thank you Mr. Yang, but I'm not used to smoking cigars, it's too strong,"

  Yang Yong didn't care, he took a cigar and cut the head of the cigar, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep breath. Yang Yong had a great time smoking cigars. At that time, he hooked up Robert's cravings. He took out his camel and lit a cigarette and smoked it beautifully.

  Yang Yong said with a smile, "Mr. Robert, you also said that my cigarettes are strong, and camel cigarettes are not much weaker than my cigars."

Hearing this, Robert laughed, "There's no way, in the business of financial traders, drink coffee as water, and still keep smoking. Because to stay awake all the time, only external stimulation can be used! Otherwise, I have to lose money again, hahaha!”

   Yang Yong understands this very well. There is pressure in any line of work, especially as a financial trader on the New York Stock Exchange. It looks very beautiful but it is very stressful. If they lose their investment, these financial investors will be blacklisted.

The    level will also be downgraded. The more money you lose, the harder it is to find a job, because no one will be foolish enough to waste their money and hand it over to an unreliable financial trader. If you keep throwing money into the stock market, it's the real dollar! Therefore, the level of traders is the capital most valued by these financial traders, and it is also the basis for dealing with customers.

   At this time, the waiter walked up to Yang Yong with a set of glass teapots, put down the teapot and teacup, and Yang Yong tipped him $10. Then he poured a cup of tea and took two sips. After chatting for a while, the two went straight to the point. Robert first formally introduced to Yang Yong.

"Mr. Yang, my name is Robert Jason. I am 35 years old. I graduated from Harvard's Finance Department. I have been working on the New York Stock Exchange for nearly ten years. The investment success rate has reached 79%, and I am a silver-level financial transaction. Teacher, the business you are good at is futures and stocks in financial investment, that is, precious metal investment and trading, this is my resume." After speaking, I handed over to Yang Yong, a resume with dozens of pages.

  Yang Yong didn't even look at it and put it aside, he took a sip of tea with a smile, his eyes never leaving Robert's. Yang Yong's attitude made Robert's heart tighten, then shook his head with a wry smile, and said with a sigh.

"Hehehe! I didn't expect Mr. Yang to know me so well and know about my past. That's right, I just got out of prison and was eager to find a job to support my family. But my information is all correct, and there is nothing to hide. It even has my criminal record in it, I don't want to hide anything, and I don't mean to deceive you."

   Hearing what the other party said, Yang Yong smiled and asked seriously. "Isn't it ashamed to have been in prison? But I want to know why you gave up your great future, and you can't get along with a behemoth like Sequoia Capital, aren't you courting death?"

  Robert shook his head seriously and said very firmly. "Although Sequoia Capital is a behemoth, it can be called an existence at the level of a wild beast. I am a little grasshopper."

   "But I don't allow anyone to frame me. I didn't lose a penny to my clients. Why should I bear the losses caused by Sequoia Capital's investment mistakes? Why pour dirty water on me?"

"Although Sequoia Capital is where I have worked for 10 years, I am not allowed to destroy my reputation. I have done nothing wrong, of course I have to fight for it, although I was locked up for 3 years. But I still believe in the eyes of investors. Be smart, and won't be fooled by such unrestrained Sequoia Capital."