"Mr. Adam, thank you very much for your trust in Scarlett Fund. We are old friends. I will give you a discount on the commission. How many millions are you planning to invest?"

Scarlett looked at Nan Yi's face, full of fun.

“0.67.”

"Wow, thank you for giving me a sense of freshness. I have never received a client as poor as you. You are a client of thousands of levels. I can only send you an intern."

"Interns are interns, just move faster."

"Okay, the customer is God. I'll call now, you can go to the next door to wait."

No matter how much jokes, Scarlett did not really send an intern for Nan Yi, but sent Luo Shenshen over.

"Shenshen, how are you and your girlfriend?"

"What girlfriend?"

"On the last day of 1987, on the night of New Year's Day in China, I went to your apartment."

"Oh, you said Deng Lulu. After a few days of our recovery, she found a new boyfriend, a white man, and got married soon. No, I heard that she is now divorced and is about to marry an old man. She is a rich man."

"So, she was the enlightenment teacher for you for a few days and left?"

"Yes, the tuition fee is quite expensive. She borrowed several thousand dollars from me and has not paid me back." Luo Shenshen said with a gloomy face.

"Don't care too much. Being a stepping stone for others is also a good experience. When she becomes a rich wife, you can invite her to participate in your financial products and double your thousands of dollars."

"Forget it, I don't want to see her." Luo Shenshen said, taking out a folder, "Brother Nan, this is the power of attorney that the general manager told you to sign, which is different from the usual power of attorney."

"Oh, I'll take a look."

Nan Yi took the power of attorney and looked carefully. There was no problem with other terms, but the commission column was filled with 30%.

Shaking his head, Nan Yi signed the power of attorney directly.

After closing the folder, Nan Yi said to Luo Shenshen: "Do you know about Tsarist Russian government bonds?"

"I have heard that the Soviet revisionist refused to admit his account and had long become waste paper."

"Yes, I just want you to help me buy these waste paper. The highest price I can accept is 1‰ of the paper price of the bond. The Tsarist Russian government bonds were 10 billion US dollars at that time. I had 670,000 US dollars. I should be able to buy at least 670 million US dollars in government bonds. In fact, I should be able to buy more. Some holders may sell them with a little money."

"Brother Nan, there should be no 10 billion, and some holders may have lost their bonds long ago."

Nan Yi nodded, "I know, within 5 billion, how much can I buy. If you want to turn this waste paper into money, someone needs to work hard."

"OK."

After Luo Shenshen left, Nan Yi returned to Scarlett Manor and continued to worry.

The Soviet revisionist should recognize Tsarist Russian government bonds, but when will they recognize them, when will they start paying them, and how much they will bargain when paying them back, these are still problems.

Not considering how much you make, Nan Yi knew very well that this was far away and could not relieve his near thirst. However, the saliva was very beautiful and the price of failure was very small. It was unreasonable if he didn't pounce on him and take a sip.

Luo Shenshen was not slow. In eleven days, he acquired Tsarist Russian government bonds worth more than 3.4 billion US dollars in the US and European government bond markets, and ran out of 670,000 US dollars.

After eleven days, Nanyidu stayed in Qidian Orphanage, looking for ways to get rich overnight while making something delicious for the children.

Before entering the aristocratic school, Nan Youqiong would study in the Chicken Eagle Camp. He usually ate and lived with his righteous brothers and sisters. He had to spend a few days a month following Scarlett and be a little assistant for her, allowing him to be influenced by business and learn to be a superior.

Nan Yi felt that he was a villain. He changed the lives of the children. Originally, their lives had infinite possibilities. When they were begging freely on the street, they might encounter the Nine-Fingered Beggar, practiced into the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, become a generation of thieves, and emptied the British Museum;

Maybe when lying in the gutter, he was bitten by a cockroach and mutated, turning into a cockroach man, wandering in the city to protect the safety of citizens and be respected;

Maybe when I was searching for food in the trash can, I was pityed by the system manufacturer and gave him a system the lazy the stronger the system. I traveled through 1977 and lived in online articles where typos were not pleasant to read at all;

Maybe I met a revolutionary mentor who had been hiking for decades and eventually seized power and became the head of state, and ate delicious and soft other countries to aid rice.

Maybe they didn't encounter any good opportunities, but they just grew up by luck, but they can still freely engage in prostitution, drug trafficking, robbery, and be more lucky and can become the gangster and godfather.

But now, they are imprisoned in a small space of less than 100 square kilometers, as if they were serving their sentences in prison, and they lost infinite possibilities and could only develop according to the path that Nan Yi thought was most suitable for them.

Freedom is the greatest gift this world gives to people. Even if it is as humble as freedom as eating shit, others cannot deprive it of it.

Some people farm themselves, pick up garbage, do odd jobs, and are as cheap as ants, but they ask their children to give up their dreams of being gangsters and gangsters, deprive them of their freedom, imprison them on campus, and live like walking corpses. They are really bastards.

Nan Yi was very afraid of any adopted child pointing at his nose and accusing him, "I don't want to be a ceo, a successful person, I don't want to live in a villa, I don't want to drive a sports car, I hate female models and sticking me, you don't understand, you will never understand the joy of suffering.

I have masochism. I just want to be a hawker who is bullied every day, selling breakfast on the streets, and ten or eight black and white come to bully me every day. That kind of life is what I want. Do you understand?

Bastard, Nan Yi, you bastard, let tens of millions of people lie in my account, bastard, Nan Yi, you bastard, let me take care of thousands of employees, I am so tired, I am really tired, I want to go back in the past and start over."

"Thank you for giving me food, Amen!" Sun Jiayao opened her eyes and looked at Nan Yi, "Dad, you can start."

"Wait, there are still people who haven't finished praying."

Nan Yi did not advocate a voice and erase his personality. He still liked to bloom and contend with a hundred schools of thought. Therefore, he never interfered with the beliefs of his adopted children. There are markets for Catholicism and Christianity in New York. Many adopted children had to pray before meals, and they were divided into different sects, and the prayers were varied, with both long and short.

Sun Jiayao turned around and looked around, turned around and said, "Okay, I've finished praying. Dad, I'm starting to move, Adler, eat fried meatballs."

Sun Jiayao put a few slices of fried meat balls into the dish in Nanyouqiong.

"Thank you, Sister Ruoqiong."

Nan Youqiong gave Sun Jiayao a sweet smile.

While eating, Nan Yi looked at each adopted child's face.

This is the canteen of the Eagle Camp. Everyone who eats here is a key training target. There is a high probability that they will become elites in various fields in the future.

It is said that there are no factions within the party, and there are all kinds of strange things. Nan Yi's adopted children are also close and distant, and there are also various small groups. There are two or three tables sitting around, and there are also a few tables with only two or three people.

After observing for a while, Nan Yi withdrew his gaze and said to Sun Jiayao: "Would you like to go back with me later? I'll take you to the training camp tomorrow morning."

Sun Jiayao, Zhao Xianjie, and Nan Ruoqiong all came from the orphanage of the Polygon Bureau of Xianghuo. The three of them were personalized training test items and lived alone in different countries. Sun Jiayao lived in Marseille, France. This time she took advantage of the holiday to receive self-defense and self-defense shooting training.

"Dad, don't want it. I want to go shopping in New York in the afternoon. I will take a taxi by myself tomorrow." Sun Jiayao shook her head and said.

"Okay, it's rare to come to New York, it's time to have a good time." Nan Yiying said again, "There are many people in your school in love?"

Nanyi heard Sophie Masso talk about it. Little boys and girls who are thirteen or fourteen years old in French schools will start dating. This phenomenon is open and calm, and not many parents will object. This may be related to France's lower legal marriage age.

"Yeah, a lot."

"Others can, but you can't. I can accept that the minimum age for dating is eighteen. Before that, you can just move out of the house you live in, I will cut off your living expenses, and you can ask your boyfriend to support you or go to a restaurant to wash dishes to support yourself."

"I don't want to wash dishes. The money I earn from washing dishes is not enough for me." Sun Jiayao said with her mouth: "I want to wear beautiful clothes, and I also have to buy dolls and nail polish so that I won't fall in love."

As he said that, Sun Jiayao shook her left hand, "Dad, do my nails look good?"

Three people from the orphanage of the Polygonum Bureau of Xiangwu, Zhao Xianjie likes machinery and has loved to dismantle things since he was a child. Nan Yi sent him to West Germany. Nan Ruoqiong is sensitive to numbers and will be the material for the financial or financial director in the future.

Only Sun Jiayao has been a fox since she was a child and loves to be stinky. To be honest, she is very suitable to be a vixen. When she grows up, she is sure to be fascinated by men. However, Nan Yi intervened for a little while and asked her to focus her interests on cosmetics and makeup, and she can engage in beauty-related businesses in the future.

"It's so pretty at such a young age."

"It looks good." Sun Jiayao turned her hand and said intoxicatedly.

"Put down your hands and continue to eat."

"oh."

After lunch at Qidian Orphanage, Nan Yi took Sun Jiayao to the city.

In the following days, Nan Yi, who had not found a way to make money, spent a lot of time on the shooting range and practiced the rapid fire of the denim revolver.

...

Late July.

Having returned to China, Nanyi, who was sitting in the living room of Fanggong, saw the newspaper that the wholesale price of Cordyceps sinensis this year was 820-890 yuan/kg. He was in his heart.

Nanyi has always thought that Cordyceps sinensis is a psychological placebo, and there is a new term called IQ tax, which is a model of successful hype.

He knew that there was a kind of thing called Gony Cordyceps, which looked very similar to Cordyceps. He could pretend to be Cordyceps by asking an experienced man to make it up. The process of production was no different from Cordyceps. The difference was that this thing did not grow in high altitude areas and lacked favorable factors for hype.

"Now, go to Huizhou Province to ask farmers to dig up the mountain, buy one or two yuan per kilogram, go out for seven or eight hundred yuan, earn at least one million yuan per ton, 10,000 tons is 14 billion yuan, and 100,000 tons is... Ha, I think beautifully, it's good to be able to pay twenty or thirty tons, 30 ton, 40 million, is it worth it? Is it worth breaking the principle?"

Nan Yi thought about it for a long time, but finally gave up the idea of ​​being Cordyceps sinensis. Cordyceps sinensis is tied to a series of stakeholders. There are countless families who rely on it to make a living. If it makes it bad, it will break the jobs of many people.

After putting down the newspaper, Nan Yi suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a part-time job. It has been more than a year since he had not received a penny salary.

Pick up the phone and call Rachel.

"Rachel, how often do I pay for my salary?"

"Send once every six months."

“I never received a check.”

"Boss, then you should ask Scarlett, she took your checks."

Nan Yi said furiously: "Which bank, how can it be...Vill Bank without my signature?"

"Yes, haha, boss, don't you remember our salary has gone to the Ville Bank account?"

"I know, I ask for a salary next time, and I must receive it myself. I declare that I have never authorized anyone to receive my salary. I mean anyone, including Scarlett."

When he had money, Nan Yi had never cared about the salary of Pan American investment strategy consultant, but now he was so poor that he had to care.

"Ha, there is no next time. At the meeting this morning, Scarlett proposed to save internal costs and reduce unnecessary job expenses. After evaluation, the position of boss, as a strategic consultant, is purely unnecessary, so you should receive a dismissal letter soon."

“Bitch!”

Nan Yi cursed and hung up the phone.
To be continued...