Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Chapter 68 Selling them for money

Singapore.

The 23rd floor of the International Finance Building.

First International (Singapore) Investment Management Co., Ltd.

In the 500-square-meter office, there is no dust on the floor, and the central air conditioner from Neon is installed on the ceiling.

The light blue glass can see the sky and sea outside, the endless blue sky and white clouds, and the dark blue sea water connected to the horizon. Standing indoors and looking out has a refreshing feeling.

In the office lobby, there are nearly a hundred of the latest computers neatly arranged around the central one, which looks like a revolving computer restaurant.

Curious, fresh, excited, thrilled.

More than 30 young people in suits and leather shoes were watching around, and all of them had complex emotions that could not be concealed on their faces. For them, they were still young enough to make a living, and it was the first time they left the mainland of the motherland and came to a foreign country, full of unknown and freshness.

Even Thomas Conn, who was almost fifty, couldn't hide his excitement.

As an American, it's not that he has never seen a more luxurious office than this one, but before, he was just the most ordinary member, but now, he will be the soul of the central trading area.

Thomas Conn was a little fortunate that he was proficient in both English and Chinese.

Otherwise, the person who can stand here today is someone else.

Thomas Conn was also very emotional.

He entered the trading industry back then because he was influenced by the most talented speculator in financial history.

Jesse Livermore.

Relying on five dollars, it was once comparable to JP Morgan.

There is only one such genius in the trading history of the world.

But the same is true of his boss, who started his business by relying on a bucket shop with empty gloves, and now has assets of hundreds of millions of dollars. If the outside world finds out, he will be a living legend.

The same age, hundreds of millions of dollars.

The future is sure to be filled with fun following such a powerful figure.

Boarding the central trading area, Conn opened the company's margin master account.

His eyes shrank involuntarily, and his blood pressure rose for a while.

3900000000 JPY.

Thomas Conn had spent 20 years as a trader, but this terrifying figure still made his heart shrink.

Thirty-nine billion, yen.

Conn smiled wryly.

He felt an unspeakable pressure, this number was terrifying.

It was okay when it was 30 million dollars, but now it is converted into Japanese yen by the system, and the series of zeros makes the blood boil involuntarily.

"Ring ring ring!"

The satellite phone carried by Thomas Conn suddenly rang.

The call was from Shen Jiannan, and as soon as he got through, he began to tease.

"Thomas, are you satisfied with the new office?"

"Oh my god, this is amazing! I never thought I'd have such a luxurious office."

"Ha ha!"

Thomas' exaggerated description made Shen Jiannan laugh out loud.

Although he has long been accustomed to the exaggeration of Westerners in this regard, he is still very uncomfortable.

"Thomas. You know what, that expression of yours makes me sick."

"Praise the boss. I'm just telling the truth."

"Okay. If you want to compliment, I think you can save it for Robert. He designed the office layout. I don't think he minds if you give him a special kiss."

"Oh boss. You managed to make me sick."

"Haha! Thomas, I will leave all those young lads to you. Be good, and I will prepare a big surprise for you."

"Boss, this is my job, and I will definitely live up to your expectations. Just."

"Just what?"

"It's just that our trade seat numbers are terrible."

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Shen Jiannan was speechless for a while.

Technology can change the times. In the Internet era, with high-speed information transmission, on-exchange transactions are gradually replaced by off-exchange exchanges. At that time, the use of on-exchange trading seats will be greatly reduced.

In order to save costs, Shen Jiannan arranged for Robert John, who went to Singapore first, to buy the cheapest trading seat.

No. 413.

Compared with other trading seats, this number is nearly a million dollars cheaper.

But it's clear Thomas, a Catholic, doesn't like the number very much.

"Thomas, I didn't mean to offend your beliefs. I'm just curious. Robert is also a Catholic. Why doesn't he seem to care about this issue at all?"

Thomas Conn said leisurely.

"Boss, do you think that even the purest faith can remain pure after staying in Huaguo for fifteen years? That bastard prayed for a full fifteen years before leaving Huaguo, so...he thinks whoever makes him leave is God. "

"He told you?"

"Yes."

"Okay! That's an interesting story."

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"Thomas, I have a good proposal, you should consider it."

doodle.

The phone was hung up.

"Bastard, the devil."

Listening to the busy tone from the phone, Thomas cursed angrily.

But cursing and cursing, he became excited again.

Believe in the boss, double the year-end bonus.

Keep the faith and get 10% off your year-end bonus.

Damn it!

Conn was a little annoyed by the difficult choice, he clapped his hands and picked up a mop and shouted viciously.

"Bastards, let's do a drill now. If anyone makes a mistake in the transaction, I will use this to stab you."

Under Kang'er's teaching, a new generation of traders who were like blank paper logged into the central trading system.

"BUY, buy, QTY, quantity."

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Hong Kong, the world is one.

Shen Jiannan had a wicked smile on his face.

He is looking forward to what Thomas Conn will choose in the end.

"hey-hey!"

"Boss, why do you and I think you smile so cheaply?"

Zheng Zheng was the only one in the world who could talk to Shen Jiannan like this.

Ever since Shen Jiannan confided some thoughts on the roof of the Douglas Hotel that night, Zheng Zheng would intentionally or unintentionally talk with Shen Jiannan.

Of course, there is often nothing good to say.

Shen Jiannan didn't mind either, he smiled.

"What is my name?"

Zheng Zheng rolled his eyes and said. "alright, you win."

"Ha ha!"

Smiling triumphantly, Shen Jiannan picked up the phone on the table and dialed it.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Old Peng. Have you been there recently?"

"Um"

A faint voice made Shen Jiannan's eyes widen.

He was sure that the humming voice was a woman.

This is so.