Chapter 1037 3Jin International Investment Company
The main reason why Zeng Wangcai targeted Soros was that this guy would take action against Jiang Dao in a few years.
In that battle in later generations, people on the Internet were saying that we won, and the invincible Soros ended up in disgrace.
But Zeng Wangcai no longer trusts the information on the Internet, especially those that involve his mother's reputation.
"You should first find out Soros' whereabouts. We will discuss the details later. Let's do it tomorrow. I'll take a nap first."
"Okay, Brother Cai, you take a rest first." Li Jiacheng bent down slightly. "Call me when you wake up tomorrow. I'll be downstairs. The investment bank is also downstairs."
"No need to call you, I'll go down by myself tomorrow."
"Okay, take a rest!"
Drowsiness, a deep and dark drowsiness.
Zeng Wangcai didn't wake up until around three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day. This was thanks to his good physique, otherwise it might not have happened.
But the beast Xiaobao had already woken up and was now exerting his energy in the gym.
"Brother, this thing is quite interesting..." Xiaobao said to Zeng Wangcai who was stretching himself as he entered the room while sitting on a complicated chest press machine. "What do you think? Let's try this when we go back. Is there any point?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Our people have only had enough to eat for a few years. Why do we need to practice fitness? Working is fitness." Zeng Wangcai complained naturally.
Domestic urban infrastructure construction has not yet started on a large scale. Once it starts on a large scale, more farmers will come to the city to move bricks. They will change from doing farm work to moving bricks to keep fit.
As for the elite white-collar workers in the city, there are too few of them at the moment, and only a few cities have such a demand.
So... there's no point.
"Pack up and get ready to go downstairs." Zeng Wangcai instructed and went into the bathroom to pack up.
Ten minutes later, Zeng Wangshen of Wealth came out looking refreshed and dressed in casual clothes, but when he looked back, he saw Xiaobao coming out in a black suit and big sunglasses.
Well, I adapt to local customs pretty quickly.
Zeng Wangcai didn't tell Xiaobao, thinking that it was only one floor, so he didn't need to take the elevator and could go directly to the stairs. However, the door of the stairwell was locked and he couldn't get through. It was obvious that Li Jiacheng was considerate and worried about safety issues, so he didn't open it yesterday.
OK, take the elevator.
The elevator was special and stopped at the top floor. Zeng Wangcai and Xiao Bao went down without any effort.
The elevator room of the special elevator is not in the same passage as the general elevator room, so it is extremely private. The two people came out of the special elevator room without meeting anyone.
"Hurry, dog..." Little Leopard stood in front of an ordinary door, trying hard to identify the bird language on the door.
"Oh, there's progress." Zeng Wangcai almost died of laughter, "Sanjin International Investment Co., Ltd.... ours, let's go in!"
This is what Zeng Wangcai had arranged in advance. He started to build it since Li Jiacheng came to Wall Street. It has now reached a certain scale, but how to define this scale depends on how you define it.
"Hello, who are you looking for?" A blonde foreign girl stopped Zeng Wangcai at the front desk.
Zeng Wangcai took a look inside and found that except for the equipment, everything else here was similar to Jiangdao’s company. He wondered if it was because Li Jiacheng took the lead in setting it up.
The foreign girl at the front desk was very nice and there was no discrimination at all.
The boss of this company is an Oriental. If the front desk staff dares to discriminate against people with Oriental faces, they must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.
"Li Jiacheng." Zeng Wangcai answered simply and clearly.
"Excuse me, sir, do you have an appointment?" The blonde girl at the front desk looked down at the record. "Please tell me your name so I can check the appointment record."
"Soros!"
"..."
What the hell is going on? Is Sanjin Investment Bank developing so well now?
Still need an appointment?
Didn’t I tell you to be more low-key? There are so many people visiting every day.
Zeng Wangcai took out his cell phone in front of the blonde girl and called Li Jiacheng. After a while, Li Jiacheng came running out happily.
The blonde girl and the foreigners in the office watched their usually serious boss go out to pick someone up in a flattering manner.
Who is this Oriental guy? I've never seen him before...
"Brother Cai, so early?" Li Jiacheng only had Zeng Wangcai in his eyes. He led the way in front without looking at any of his subordinates in the company.
Zeng Wangcai was different. He looked around the large office divided into several areas and stopped before entering a corridor.
"Brother Cai, we recruited these people according to your requirements." Li Jiacheng said in a low voice.
"Who's that idiot over there chewing gum and putting his legs on the desk?" Zeng Wangcai glanced at the square office area farthest from him.
He had just walked along and discovered that these people were hard to describe.
How would you describe the employees of Sanjin Investment Bank?
Except for the blonde girl at the front desk, the others are... ugly?
Come on, stop insulting the ugly ones.
"That one belongs to the major shareholder of Coca-Cola. I'm doing an internship at university."
"What about this one over here? This old lady must be about 60 years old? Her lips are so red that it's unbearable to look at."
"Brother Cai, don't underestimate this, she is from Microsoft."
"..."
Zeng Wangcai pointed at these weirdos one by one, and finally found out... Li Jiacheng followed his orders very strictly. These people were found according to his requirements, and they were relatives of shareholders of major companies.
Entering the office, Li Jiacheng finally couldn't help but said, "Brother Cai, these people are just here to eat and have no ability to bring any benefits to the company."
"I know I don't want them to generate income. Now I can tell you that I want them just for show. Are the reports they submit every day being collected on time?"
"some!"
"show me!"
"it is good......"
Li Jiacheng was operating a desktop computer skillfully. Zeng Wangcai walked over and watched him open a 3.0 version of the Yikocel spreadsheet.
The table is very professional, with each name corresponding to a section, but the content of the sections is impossible to read, as they are all trivial matters.
For example, what did so-and-so eat for breakfast, where did so-and-so go at noon, what did so-and-so do in the evening, etc.
Eighty percent of the people working outside are doing this job. They submit the information they found yesterday every day and receive a generous salary.
This does not violate relevant laws and is within controllable risks.
"I don't need to understand, why do we need so much information? There is only one team actually working outside, and this team is responsible for executing my orders..." What Li Jiacheng wanted to say was that this company actually only needed himself, and he could find two more people to operate it.
"Metaphysics! This is called metaphysics!" Zeng Wangcai smiled. "Whether Soros will take the bait or not depends on them."
Zeng Wangcai wanted to pull the screw into the water. He knew very well that in the professional field of finance, neither he nor Li Jiacheng were a match for the screw.
So, applying a metaphysical process before achieving the correct result may work.
"Brother Cai, is this what you are talking about?" Li Jiacheng pushed open a secret door in the office.
Inside the secret door was a familiar bright red light, and the air was filled with the smell of incense.
"Close it, close it." Zeng Wangcai said quickly, "It's not the right time yet. By the way, how is the matter I asked you to contact?"
"I have contacted him!" Li Jiacheng said with a pained look on his face, "That bastard asked for $10 and would only meet me if I paid him."
Fuck, you greedy screw!
If you want 100,000 knives from me, I’ll make you spit it out a thousand times over.
Zeng Wangcai nodded and said, "Promise him."
"One hundred thousand an hour."
"..."
I want to hit ten!
"Give him a million!"