"Hello, sir. This is my business card. Perhaps I can take a few minutes of your time..."
Holding a glass of wine, Lem found his first target, a middle-aged man with a young girl beside him.
In the past, he used to despise these young girls who snuggled up to older men, thinking that it was a kind of depravity. But now, he no longer thought so. Everyone had the right to pursue their own happiness.
Moreover, he liked this kind of combination very much. It meant that men were more active in money matters in order to reflect their value in the relationship between the two sexes. When a young girl looked for an older man, it could not be because the other party was healthy, it could only be for money.
Therefore, the attitude of "I'm a f * cking rich man that you can't leave, b * tch" all the time was very helpful in strengthening the relationship between the two sexes.
This was also the reason why people always heard of some rich man spending a lot of money on his young wife, but rarely heard of the rich man buying expensive things for his first wife. Because in the latter part of the relationship, it was not money that maintained their relationship, but love. There was another way to express it.
In other words, even if the man was not interested in his thoughts, he would listen carefully. It seemed very complicated, but in fact, it was very simple.
The man took Lem's business card. He raised his head slightly and rolled his eyes down, looking at the business card with a slightly arrogant attitude. It was an instinct. "Lem?!"
He read the name on the card, then turned his eyes to Lem. He looked at Lem's clothes, then raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "You have 60 seconds, starting now!"
Lyme was stunned for a moment. In fact, he had seen some customers who were more difficult to deal with. It was just that the gentlemen he had seen during this period of time were all like gentlemen. The sudden appearance of an impolite person would be very special.
Even if those gentlemen were not interested in what he had to say, they would patiently listen to him and then refuse him politely. Very few would be like this gentleman in front of him, who only gave him 60 seconds in a very rude manner.
"Remove the unnecessary superfluous words. Sir, are you interested in investing in the construction of a railway?"
Time was tight, so Lem asked the core question directly.
The man standing opposite him frowned slightly. "Go on. You have 50 seconds."
It was an annoying attitude, but he still couldn't affect Lyme. This was precisely why Lynch had chosen him at first glance.
For stock brokers at the bottom of the financial circle who relied on fraud to make a living, they had encountered so many situations that ordinary people couldn't imagine. Some were violent, and some were even humiliating.
For example, there was once a stockbroker who kissed a female client's butt in order to get her to buy his dirty stock …
He had been through hell, and now he was standing in heaven. The worst person here was more amiable than the most gentle person in hell!
"The company I work for has taken on a huge project. We are going to build at least three railways of more than a thousand kilometers in Najalil, covering the entire region …"
Hearing this, the man standing opposite to Lyme interrupted him, "Three 1000km railways. Do you have the money? Do you know how much it costs to build these railways?"
Lyme was still neither happy nor angry. He just maintained his persuasive expression and smile. "That's why we're standing here. If you're interested, we can talk about it aside. Whether it's shares or bonds, I'm sure you'll get a great return!"
He glanced at the young girl next to the man, and his eyes quickly returned to the man. This small movement was caught by the man opposite him. This was actually a very special hint.
Roughly what he wanted to convey was, "Whether you are willing to invest or not, you can come over and talk. This way, you can also show that you are rich, which will be more attractive to young girls." That was about it.
It seemed that this was not very meaningful, but those who really knew how to sell knew very well that the most difficult thing in the process of selling was not "how to persuade the other party" but "how to get the other party to listen to you."
Lyme chose a very good breakthrough point. As long as he walked to the side with this man, even if it was just a pretense of chatting, he could express some of his thoughts and some of his speech skills. Even if the other party still rejected him, it did not matter.
But surprisingly, the man rejected him. "I am not interested in your proposal. And with this money, I might as well invest in my own railway …" He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. He still raised his chin slightly and looked at Lyme with a condescending gaze. "Sixty seconds is up. Unfortunately, you didn't persuade me, so …"
Lyme showed a regretful expression. He watched the man leave with his female companion, shook his head, and then pulled himself together and walked to the next person.
"Hello, sir. This is my business card. Maybe I can take a few minutes of your time …"
…
"They really shouldn't let an ordinary person host such an event. Look at them, they're letting just anyone in!"
The man who had just given Lyme sixty seconds complained with some dissatisfaction.
However, he was only complaining because he knew very well that an event of this level was like a pilgrimage to many speculators!
They would do everything they could to get in, and the recruiter just now was one of them. If he had the ability and qualifications to own three thousand-kilometer railways, he would not be here relying on marketing to scam people.
As long as he pushed this company to be listed, the shareholders would be willing to invest what little they had left.
The girl beside him comforted him. "Don't be angry, father. There's nothing to be angry about. In fact, from another perspective, they are very pitiful, aren't they?"
The man looked at her. "I hate the way he looks at you. He thinks you are my …" He shut his mouth in time. This was also the reason why he was angry.
That damn young man actually thought that his daughter was his mistress. This was simply too hateful, too terrifying, and too disgusting.
The girl smiled and comforted him a few more times, but her mood soon fell.
Her father immediately noticed the change in her mood. "Did that bastard just now make you sad?"
The girl blinked and looked up at her father. "Sad?"
"No, it's not like that. I encountered some things today …"
A smile appeared on the man's face. "I don't know if you would like to have a chat with this old man. You know, people who live for a long time will encounter many interesting things. Maybe I can help you."
The girl wanted to say something but hesitated. However, under her father's repeated questioning, she sighed and said, "You don't know this, but this year, the school has a lot of recommended students. One out of every ten people is recommended. I'm very dissatisfied with the school's way of doing things and had a talk with them, but …"
"But they didn't agree to your reasonable request?"
The man stopped in his tracks. "Maybe I should find time to talk to them."
The girl sighed again. "It's not like that. I encountered an irresistible force. You don't know, but I just told them these things, and then …"
Just as the girl was about to pour out her unhappiness this morning, someone interrupted the conversation between the father and daughter.
"I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
It was a somewhat familiar voice. When the girl turned around, she saw Mr. Trumann. He had just finished chatting with others, and happened to see the father and daughter, so he took the initiative to walk over.
Anna's father thought that his name was "Patu Agincourt", but this name actually had a very special background. According to their own family members, their ancestors were nobles who were exiled from the Madero Empire to this continent.
Well, although they were exiled, at least they were nobles. In the former Madero Empire, there was indeed an exiled count with the surname "Agincourt".
These people claimed to be the descendants of nobles, which sounded a little funny. Perhaps no one thought so at first, but after a few hundred years, their successors of each generation claimed that they had noble blood, and this was gradually accepted by the people.
"The shining star among capitalists," this was what they called themselves. Patu was the current head of the family, and at the same time, he was also a third-level member of the Saint Harmony Association.
This also reflected the strength of the Saint Harmony Association. Even if you were a noble, if you wanted to make a name for yourself on this continent, you had to follow the rules of the Saint Harmony Association.
The person who interrupted the father and daughter's conversation was Mr. Trumann. As the head of the largest financial group in the east, "Star Dream Butterfly", Patu's personal identity and the financial group behind him were enough to occupy a stable position in this luncheon to divide the benefits of Nagalil.
Some of their upcoming work would also be more important, so Mr. Trumann took the initiative to greet them as soon as the conversation ended. This was the purpose of this luncheon.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Trumann!"
Patu finally stopped raising his chin. Everyone knew the importance of Mr. Trumann.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Trumann …" Anna also followed up with a greeting.
Mr. Trumann nodded. He was actually a little unaccustomed to the slightly curled tongue sound when they said good afternoon. It was said that only the orthodox nobles could pronounce it this way.
"I wanted to come just now, but I had some things to settle. Now that I'm free, I'll introduce you to a very interesting young friend. You'll definitely like him."
Mr. Trumann called out to Lynch, who was chatting with someone with his back facing them.
Lynch looked back at him, then politely and apologetically ended his conversation with a merchant in front of him and walked over.
"Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Patu, Patu Agincourt. This is his daughter, Miss Anna …"