Wall Street Legend

After registering for school, he got his student ID card, and then went to the temporary office crowded with newly admitted students to get something. Ye Dongqing's name was written on the envelope. The female senior smiled and said to him: "I wish you a good day. Now you can I went to get my things from the dormitory. The principal will give a speech in the auditorium the day after tomorrow. The map and specific time are included in the envelope."

"Thank you, I will rush there in time." Ye Dongqing shook the white envelope in his hand, thinking that there was something in the dormitory, and subconsciously thought it was books or something. He just said that he didn't want to live in the dormitory, but the room had been arranged.

A Chinese-American walked up to him at this moment. Jilaishu greeted him and said, "Hi, little genius, you are also Chinese-American, right? I'm from Malaysia, you can call me Song Li."

"Gift?"

Ye Dongqing thought the name was interesting. Harvard Business School, like the Law School, only accepts postgraduate admissions. People who come to study are generally over twenty-three years old. His appearance looks younger, so Song Li called him " Little genius".

Not understanding the meaning, Song Li nodded and said, "Yes, there don't seem to be many Chinese students in this class. Which dormitory are you in?"

"I haven't demolished it yet. Maybe I won't live in the dormitory. I don't know if it's my imagination. The Harvard entrance ceremony seems too simple."

"I checked on the Internet before coming here. The ceremony is indeed very ordinary, but I heard that the dormitory is not bad. It has just been renovated in the summer. Everyone has a separate room, and the air conditioner pays for some electricity."

"Really? I haven't done any strategies yet. I'm going to take a look now..."

Song Li had friends there, so he didn't go with Ye Dongqing. He found a piece of grass and sat on the grass like other Harvard students. He opened the envelope and looked at the contents, mainly the admission introduction, room number, school map, The teacher’s phone number, course selection website, etc., and a Harvard badge.

My sense of direction was pretty good, so I drove to the dormitory building, parked the car downstairs, and walked inside empty-handed.

It’s almost like an ordinary apartment, with layers of folding stairs that can be viewed from above. The dormitory is on the third floor. When I found it, I found four pieces of paper taped to the door, labeled Wellington, New Zealand, New Delhi, India, and Japan respectively. Sapporo, and New York, USA.

Ye Dongqing is from New York. With a quick guess, he thought that those three countries might be the hometowns of his roommates. I have to say that it was really thoughtful.

When I opened the door and walked in, I felt like I was watching an Indian movie. A couple wore traditional Indian clothes. The woman also had accessories on her head and heavy makeup on her face. Their children were dressed quite normally, with light blue shirts. Wearing a pair of black trousers, his face looked embarrassed and angry.

Perhaps it was because their parents made themselves embarrassed in front of their roommates, because they insisted on bringing them curry dumplings, curry chicken, spinach milk tofu, fried noodles, etc. They said they were using these to build a good relationship with their roommates, which caused an atmosphere It's filled with a strong curry flavor.

"Hello, I live in room three." Ye Dongqing said casually, not wanting to disturb them, but the Indian student's mother had already enthusiastically invited him to eat curry-flavored dumplings.

The white student from Wellington, New Zealand, was happy to see jokes. He also tasted this kind of Indian food just now. The texture was... hard to describe. He pinched his nose before finishing the meal and escaped by saying he had an upset stomach.

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Ye Dongqing washed his hands after eating, and then looked at the room allocated to him. It was about twenty square meters, with a small desk, a small bookshelf, a small bed, and an air conditioner hanging on the wall. Grass and buildings could be seen outside. It feels pretty good.

As the richest of all Harvard departments, Harvard Business School manages more than 200 million US dollars in funds, most of which come from alumni donations. Therefore, the benefits are slightly better than those of other schools. The scholarship is quite generous. He will take it this time. A full scholarship for two years.

I originally planned to rent a house outside, but after looking at this small room, I thought it would be fine to live in a dormitory. Since I was experiencing life, there would always be something missing without a dormitory. I immediately called the bodyguard and asked them to buy it for me. Quilts, blankets, toothbrushes, water bottles and other daily necessities.

There is a common area like a living room in the dormitory. It has a sofa and a TV. I don’t know if it was left by the previous class of students, but it can still be used. When Ye Dongqing came out of the room, the New Zealand student asked him: "Is that Ferrari downstairs your car? A guy came over just now and said he wanted you to take him for a ride, but I drove him away. No matter what, it won't be his turn. We are roommates!"

The implication was obvious. Ye Dongqing couldn't laugh or cry. He took out the car key from his pocket: "You want to try it? It's not as easy to drive as an ordinary car. The chassis is too short and is only suitable for driving on the main road. I just want to go shopping for books. Do you want to go? ?”

"Of course! I've never been in a Ferrari! New Yorkers are indeed rich, and there are Ferraris in Wellington, but I haven't seen Enzo!

I haven’t introduced myself yet, right? My name is Daniel Curtis. Danny, Daniel, whatever, you can call me whatever you want. What about you? "

"Leo."

While talking, he had already stood up with his sunglasses, obviously ready to go out for a ride together. When an Indian student named Salman heard the conversation, he also came out and asked: "What are you going to do? I was just going to buy some ice cream. I saw a house there before. Convenience store, there is no refrigerator in the dormitory of Indian Institute of Technology, I like this kind of independent room."

"It's a very good school. It is said that it is more difficult to get into school than Harvard in India? Look at this bunch of car keys. There are only two seats. I will bring some ice cream back." Daniel said, pushing Ye Dongqing out with a smile.

It seems that he is not famous enough. No one recognized Ye Dongqing for the time being. Some people may have recognized him but did not take the initiative to say hello to him.

Sitting in the car and looking for the bookstore, Ye Dongqing suddenly thought that the miserable Zuckerberg should be at Harvard now. He just thought it was interesting. He would not apologize for what had not happened. Speaking of which, Zuckerberg was also a ruthless person. , directly took other people's ideas, and went to court for it, and lost a lot of money and shares before settling. Anyone who has watched the movie "The Social Network" knows that now the situation has changed, and the big deal is that in the company He was given a relatively good position as compensation.

Without Facebook, it would be impossible for Xiao Zha to succeed again this time. After all, even Google's new products are currently suppressed by Ye Dongqing. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to replicate this kind of success.

In school, the driving speed was not very fast. Daniel rolled down the car window early and waved to the beautiful girls on the roadside. He was very much like Richard Rockefeller. He was only in his twenties and his brain was very easy. Dominated by the lower body.

First, he checked into the dormitory. The teacher knew who he was, so he had no intention of embarrassing him. As soon as he finished solving the problem, he received a call from Little Edward. He asked Ye Dongqing if he wanted to go to a party together at night...