What was an era?
What was the breath of an era?
What was the pulse of an era?
This was a very complicated and difficult problem. No one could summarize all of this in one sentence or a few short sentences.
The life of the rich was a microcosm of an era. The life of the poor was also a microcosm of an era. It was impossible for a person to grasp every detail and change of an era.
If someone asked Lynch this question, Lynch would ask the person to go to the busiest street and take a bus to the poorest area. He would see the microcosm of this era with his own eyes.
It was the same here.
The various expressions of the people in the exhibition gave Lynch a unique feeling. It was as if he was separated from the world. Perhaps this feeling came from his soul from another world.
He stood there and looked at the different expressions on everyone's faces. He looked at the cunning eyes of the swindlers and the helpless eyes of the inventor.
This was an era!
"Mr. Lynch!"
Just as Lynch was about to take another step towards becoming a philosopher, a voice interrupted his sublimation.
He was not annoyed. He turned around with a smile and looked at the person who called his name. At this moment, the whole world seemed to have become his background.
The person who called his name was the stockbroker from before. He did not see Mr. Trumann here, so he could not help but come over.
"Mr. Lynch, you seem to be interested in the radio surveillance array that I mentioned earlier?"
The young stockbroker asked enthusiastically.
Lin Qi looked at him from head to toe. "Forgive me for being presumptuous, but my question might make you uncomfortable. Can you tell me how much you earn from selling these stocks …" He glanced at the leaflets in the young man's hand. "How much do you earn in a month?"
The young man was stunned. He started to calculate.
The inventor was looking for the right idiot. In fact, everyone knew that stockbroker companies would use any means possible to get people to buy those stocks to maximize their profits.
The inventor took out all the money that would not immediately affect his life. He even took out his emergency money, 1,200 yuan, and handed it to the stockbroker company.
The company promised to issue 60,000 shares for him and raise 12,000 yuan.
However, the inventor naively thought that the price of each share was 20 cents. The 1,200 yuan he paid was the stockbroker company's commission.
That wasn't the case. After the company received the 1200 yuan, they would start the cheap machine to print these little yellow slips. The price of each little yellow slip wasn't 20 minutes, but 35 cents.
20 cents were for the inventor, 10 cents for the company, and 5 cents for the salesperson.
If they could sell all the shares, they would be able to raise 21,000 dollars. Apart from the amount stated in the contract, which was 12,000 dollars, the salesman would receive 3,000 dollars.
Was 3,000 yuan a lot?
The person who asked this question was a fool.
Of course, 3,000 yuan was a lot. 95% of the people in this country would answer. However, not every stockbroker was able to sell the leaflets.
Some girls could do it easily. They just needed to stop talking on the phone and talk to their clients face to face. It was easy for them to sell the most difficult stocks. Of course, they also earned the most money.
For an agent like Lynch, his salary might be … "Close to 1,000 yuan, Mr. Lynch!"
There seemed to be some pride in his expression, but his eyes and the subconscious movement of his toes betrayed him. He could not get so much money.
In the past, when the financial environment was good, even farm owners would use the money to buy feed to invest. But now, he could not. He only earned 81 yuan and 90 cents this month.
If he couldn't settle his current dirty deals by the end of June, that is, by the end of this month, the company would fire him and give the opportunity to someone who was prepared — some new girls.
In the face of Lin Qi's inquiry, he still lied. Perhaps it was because of his unwillingness and some humble struggle that made him lie. He didn't want Lin Qi, a peer of the same age, to look down on him and look down on him with disdain and arrogance. Therefore, he said an income that he thought was great, and at the same time, didn't seem too exaggerated.
Lin Qi nodded noncommittally. "I have a business partner. Ever since he joined my business, the dividends he received at least once were much higher than what you are receiving now."
Lynch was talking about Richard. Richard was doing very well now. He knew better than anyone else how to take his clients' money out of their pockets and put it in Lynch's and his own wallet.
He was very good at maintaining the relationship between himself and his customers. He would ask about their well-being on weekdays and give them some worthless gifts during festivals. From time to time, he would draw prizes for his customers and give them some equally worthless goods or travel packages. These methods had made him very close to his customers.
Even though he could not win the title of sales champion every time, he was still the best.
Lynch's words made the salesman fall silent. At the same time, he had a vague feeling that the man in front of him, who was regarded as a "young leader of the new era," seemed to want to...
"Are you willing to work for me?"
Lin Qi said straightforwardly.
He pointed to the empty seat next to him and asked someone to bring some cold drinks. The cold drinks calmed the stockbroker down. He did not immediately agree. Instead, he asked, "Can I know why, Mr. Lynch? Why would a big shot like you like me?"
Lynch smiled. He held the sweet juice and asked, "Have you seen Bob Payne at five o 'clock in the morning?"
The young man froze for a moment. In an instant, some fragmented memories began to surface in his mind.
In order to live in this city, he had seen Bob Payne at three o 'clock in the morning, let alone five o' clock in the morning. Those days were not far from him. It was even his current life.
He could recall the busiest streets of Bob Payne at five o 'clock in the morning, filled with the annoying smell after the hustle and bustle, and the restlessness that gradually revived.
He nodded. "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I have seen it."
He quickly added, "But why?"
Lynch put down the cup in his hand with a smile. "I have seen it too. Because of hard work, because of bravery, fate only favors those who are prepared... Sorry, I don't know your name yet."
"Lyme, sir, Lyme MacDonald."
"Lyme, look around you. There are at least a dozen stockbrokers around you, but from the moment I came in until now, you are the only one who has recommended your dirty list to me."
"You dare to give and fight for a good result. Then why is fate stingy with its rewards?"
"I see the potential for success in you, Lyme."
Lynch stirred the juice in the cup with a straw. In order to ensure that the juice was very cold, the juice was not kept in the refrigerator. Instead, the juice was poured into half a cup of smoothie.
Half a cup of smoothie could save the boss a lot of money and ensure that it would not become too warm too quickly. The excessive sweetness was also to ensure that the smoothie would not be bland after it melted.
He looked at Lyme. The young man's changes could never escape his grasp. People were not numb yet. People still believed in miracles. This was the best time!
Lynch looked at Lyme. After about a minute, he continued, "You have come from the bottom to your current position. In fact, you know much more about Bob Payne and this industry than those big shots you think."
"There are some things that you are not qualified to know. As long as you become my partner, you will quickly grasp them. Coupled with your current experience working at the bottom, you will grow faster than anyone else."
Lynch's words had moved Lyme. He licked his lips. "If I were willing to work for you, Mr. Lynch, what would you let me do?"
"No, you are wrong!"
Lynch stretched out a finger and shook it. "Working for me is just an excuse. In fact, you are not working for me. That is unfair. I can't use your ability to make more money for myself just because I pay you some remuneration."
"I always believe that people with ability should win, so we are partners."
"As for your question, it is very simple. I plan to buy some trading seats in the trading house. Now is a good time."
The number of trading seats in the three major banks had plummeted. Last year, there were more than one million trading seats. Now, there were only about three hundred thousand seats left. Lynch planned to buy a few for the future.
His main goal was futures trading. As the Federation became more integrated into the international community, the price fluctuations of some raw materials began to become unpredictable.
For example, a certain material would fluctuate greatly with the political changes in a certain area, the seasonal changes, and the changes in military forces.
Lynch may not be able to calm down the war in certain areas. He was not so shameless as to make the two sides of the warring states shake hands and make peace. However, it was too easy to incite the antagonistic feelings of a region and create artificial armed conflicts!
A good businessman who only sucked the blood of foreigners was not a good businessman. Sucking the blood of domestic capitalists was a good businessman in Lynch's mind!
Lyme was very clear about what Lynch was going to do. In fact, if he had enough money now, he would also buy a trading seat at the bottom of the market. However, he did not have that much money.
He had already nodded. Just as he was about to say that he was willing to work for Lynch, Lynch stopped him.
"Before you give me and yourself an answer, you might as well think about it more. During this time, let's talk about the wireless … reconnaissance array!"