Chapter 363
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What is the era?
What is the breath of the times?
What is the pulse of the times?
This is a very complex and difficult problem. No one can summarize these contents in one sentence or a few short sentences.
The life of the rich is a microcosm of the times, and the life of the poor is also a microcosm of the times. It is impossible for people to master every bit and change of an era.
If someone asks Lynch this way, Lynch will let the person asking the question go to the busiest street and take a bus to the poorest area. He will see this era and the epitome of everything with his own eyes on the road.
Here, too.
All kinds of creatures at the exhibition give Lynch a very unique feeling. This feeling is like he has separated from the whole world. Maybe this feeling comes from his soul from another world.
He stood here, looking at the different expressions on each face, the cunning in the eyes of those liars, and the helplessness in the eyes of inventors.
This is the times!
"Mr. Lynch!", when Lynch was feeling that this era and the world were ready to take another step towards philosophers, a voice interrupted his sublimation.
He didn't worry. He turned around and looked at the person who shouted his name behind him with a smile. At this moment, the whole world seemed to become his background.
The person who shouted his name was the previous stockbroker. He didn't see Mr. Truman here, so he couldn't help leaning over.
"Mr. Lynch, you seemed to be interested in the radio reconnaissance array I mentioned before?" asked the young stockbroker enthusiastically.
Lynch looked at him and looked up and down. "With all due respect, my question may make you feel uncomfortable. Can you tell me you sell these stocks..." he glanced at some leaflets in the young man's hands, "how much money can you make a month?"
The young man was stunned. He began to calculate.
In order to find the right fool - in fact, we all know that stock brokerage companies will try any non illegal way to let some people buy those stocks in order 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, 1200 yuan, and handed it to the stock brokerage company.
The company promised to issue 60000 shares and raise 12000 yuan for him.
But the inventor just naively thought that the price of each share was 20 cents, and the 1200 yuan he paid was the bonus of the stock brokerage company.
That's not true. After 1200 yuan fell into the company's wallet, they would start a cheap machine to print these small yellow sheets. The price of each small yellow sheet was not 20 minutes, but 35 cents.
Twenty of them are for inventors, ten are for the company itself, and five are for salesmen.
If they can sell all these shares, they can raise 21000 yuan. In addition to the contract funds, that is, 12000 yuan will flow into the inventor's account, the salesman can get 3000 yuan.
More than three thousand dollars?
The person who asks this question is a fool.
Of course, 3000 yuan is more than that. 95% of people in this country will answer that, but not every stockbroker can sell the small yellow list allocated to him.
Some girls can easily do it. As long as they lose the way of telephone communication and communicate directly with customers face to face, they can easily sell the most difficult stocks. Of course, they earn the most.
For an agent like Lynch, his salary may be..., "close to a thousand dollars, Mr. Lynch!"
There seemed to be some pride in his expression, but his eyes and his subconscious look at his toes betrayed him. He couldn't get so much money.
Maybe in the past, when the financial environment was good, even farmers would invest their money to buy feed, but now they can't. He only made 81 yuan and 90 points this month.
If he can't finish his current yellow list by the end of June, that is, the company will let him go and give the opportunity to those who are prepared - some new girls.
In the face of Lynch's inquiry, he still lied. Maybe he was unwilling. Some humble struggles made him lie. He didn't want Lynch's peers to look down on him and stare at him with contempt and arrogance. Therefore, he said what he thought was a great income, but it wouldn't seem too exaggerated.
Lynch nodded noncommittally, "I have a partner who has received at least one dividend since he joined my career, which is much higher than you now."
Lynch is talking about Richard. Richard is doing very well now. He knows better than anyone else how to take customers' money out of their pants pockets and put it in Lynch and his own wallet.
He is very good at maintaining the relationship between himself and his customers, from booing cold and warm on weekdays, giving some worthless gifts during New Year holidays, to drawing prizes for his customer groups from time to time, giving some equally worthless goods, or travel packages. These means make him have a high degree of adhesion with his customer groups.
Even if he can't get the title of sales champion every time, he is still the best.
Lynch's words made the salesperson silent. At the same time, there was a faint feeling in his heart that the man of the moment who was evaluated as the "young leader of the new era" seemed to want to
"Would you like to work for me?" Lynch said directly.
He pointed to the empty seat on one side, and then asked someone to bring some cold drinks. The cold drinks calmed the stockbroker down. Instead of immediately agreeing, he asked, "can I know why, Mr. Lynch, why do big people like you like me?"
Lynch smiled. He carried some sweet to boring juice and asked, "have you seen bupenn at five in the morning?"
The young man was stunned. For a moment, some fragmented memories began to float to his mind.
In order to live in this city, he has seen bupaine at 5 a.m. and 3 a.m. not far from him, even his current life.
He can recall anytime and anywhere that the busiest streets of bupaine were full of boring smell after noise and gradually recovering agitation at 5 a.m.
He nodded. "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I have." he quickly added, "but what's the reason?"
Lynch smiled and put down his cup. "I've seen it too. Because of effort and courage, fate only favors those who are prepared... Sorry, I don't know your name yet."
"Lem, sir, LEM MacDonald."
"Lem, look around you. There are at least a dozen stock brokers around you, but since I came in, only you have recommended your little yellow list to me."
"If you dare to pay and strive for good results, why is fate and why should you be stingy in return?"
"I see the potential for success in you, lime."
Lynch took the straw and stirred the juice in the cup. In order to make sure that the juice was very cold, the juice was not frozen in the refrigerator, but the ice fruit juice was poured on half a cup of smoothie.
Half a cup of smoothie can save the boss a lot of money and ensure that it won't become warm too soon. It's too sweet and greasy to wait until the smoothie melts.
He looked at Lyme. The changes of young people will never escape his grasp. People are not numb and people still believe in miracles. That is the best era!
Lynch looked at Lyme. About more than a minute later, he continued, "from the bottom to your current position, in fact, you know much more about bupenn and the industry than you think."
"There are some things you are not qualified to know. As long as you become my partner, you can master them soon. With your current experience 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're wrong!" Lynch shook his finger. "Working for me is just a statement. In fact, you don't work for me. It's unfair. I can't use your ability to make more money for myself because I pay you some remuneration."
"I always believe that capable people should win, so we are partners."
"As for your question, it's very simple. I'm going to buy some trading seats in trading banks. Now is a good time."
The trading seats of the three major banks have plummeted. Last year, there were more than one million seats, and now there are only more than 30 seats left. Lynch plans to buy several to prepare for the future.
His main goal is futures trading. As the federal government becomes more integrated into the whole international community, the price fluctuations of some raw materials begin to become unpredictable.
For example, a certain material will fluctuate greatly with the change of politics, seasons and military forces in a certain region.
Lynch may not be able to calm down the war in some areas. He doesn't have such a big face that he can make both sides of the belligerent countries shake hands and make peace, but it's too simple to incite antagonism in a region and create man-made armed conflict!
It's not a good businessman to only suck the blood of foreigners, but also the blood of domestic capitalists. That's the good businessman in Lynch's mind!
Lyme already knew exactly what Lynch was going to do. In fact, if he had enough money now, he would also buy a trading desk, but he didn't have that much money.
He had nodded, and when he was about to say that he was willing to work for Lynch to express his will, Lynch stopped him.
"Before you give me and yourself an answer, you might as well think more. During this time, let's talk about the radio... Reconnaissance array!"
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What is the era?
What is the breath of the times?
What is the pulse of the times?
This is a very complex and difficult problem. No one can summarize these contents in one sentence or a few short sentences.
The life of the rich is a microcosm of the times, and the life of the poor is also a microcosm of the times. It is impossible for people to master every bit and change of an era.
If someone asks Lynch this way, Lynch will let the person asking the question go to the busiest street and take a bus to the poorest area. He will see this era and the epitome of everything with his own eyes on the road.
Here, too.
All kinds of creatures at the exhibition give Lynch a very unique feeling. This feeling is like he has separated from the whole world. Maybe this feeling comes from his soul from another world.
He stood here, looking at the different expressions on each face, the cunning in the eyes of those liars, and the helplessness in the eyes of inventors.
This is the times!
"Mr. Lynch!", when Lynch was feeling that this era and the world were ready to take another step towards philosophers, a voice interrupted his sublimation.
He didn't worry. He turned around and looked at the person who shouted his name behind him with a smile. At this moment, the whole world seemed to become his background.
The person who shouted his name was the previous stockbroker. He didn't see Mr. Truman here, so he couldn't help leaning over.
"Mr. Lynch, you seemed to be interested in the radio reconnaissance array I mentioned before?" asked the young stockbroker enthusiastically.
Lynch looked at him and looked up and down. "With all due respect, my question may make you feel uncomfortable. Can you tell me you sell these stocks..." he glanced at some leaflets in the young man's hands, "how much money can you make a month?"
The young man was stunned. He began to calculate.
In order to find the right fool - in fact, we all know that stock brokerage companies will try any non illegal way to let some people buy those stocks in order 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, 1200 yuan, and handed it to the stock brokerage company.
The company promised to issue 60000 shares and raise 12000 yuan for him.
But the inventor just naively thought that the price of each share was 20 cents, and the 1200 yuan he paid was the bonus of the stock brokerage company.
That's not true. After 1200 yuan fell into the company's wallet, they would start a cheap machine to print these small yellow sheets. The price of each small yellow sheet was not 20 minutes, but 35 cents.
Twenty of them are for inventors, ten are for the company itself, and five are for salesmen.
If they can sell all these shares, they can raise 21000 yuan. In addition to the contract funds, that is, 12000 yuan will flow into the inventor's account, the salesman can get 3000 yuan.
More than three thousand dollars?
The person who asks this question is a fool.
Of course, 3000 yuan is more than that. 95% of people in this country will answer that, but not every stockbroker can sell the small yellow list allocated to him.
Some girls can easily do it. As long as they lose the way of telephone communication and communicate directly with customers face to face, they can easily sell the most difficult stocks. Of course, they earn the most.
For an agent like Lynch, his salary may be..., "close to a thousand dollars, Mr. Lynch!"
There seemed to be some pride in his expression, but his eyes and his subconscious look at his toes betrayed him. He couldn't get so much money.
Maybe in the past, when the financial environment was good, even farmers would invest their money to buy feed, but now they can't. He only made 81 yuan and 90 points this month.
If he can't finish his current yellow list by the end of June, that is, the company will let him go and give the opportunity to those who are prepared - some new girls.
In the face of Lynch's inquiry, he still lied. Maybe he was unwilling. Some humble struggles made him lie. He didn't want Lynch's peers to look down on him and stare at him with contempt and arrogance. Therefore, he said what he thought was a great income, but it wouldn't seem too exaggerated.
Lynch nodded noncommittally, "I have a partner who has received at least one dividend since he joined my career, which is much higher than you now."
Lynch is talking about Richard. Richard is doing very well now. He knows better than anyone else how to take customers' money out of their pants pockets and put it in Lynch and his own wallet.
He is very good at maintaining the relationship between himself and his customers, from booing cold and warm on weekdays, giving some worthless gifts during New Year holidays, to drawing prizes for his customer groups from time to time, giving some equally worthless goods, or travel packages. These means make him have a high degree of adhesion with his customer groups.
Even if he can't get the title of sales champion every time, he is still the best.
Lynch's words made the salesperson silent. At the same time, there was a faint feeling in his heart that the man of the moment who was evaluated as the "young leader of the new era" seemed to want to
"Would you like to work for me?" Lynch said directly.
He pointed to the empty seat on one side, and then asked someone to bring some cold drinks. The cold drinks calmed the stockbroker down. Instead of immediately agreeing, he asked, "can I know why, Mr. Lynch, why do big people like you like me?"
Lynch smiled. He carried some sweet to boring juice and asked, "have you seen bupenn at five in the morning?"
The young man was stunned. For a moment, some fragmented memories began to float to his mind.
In order to live in this city, he has seen bupaine at 5 a.m. and 3 a.m. not far from him, even his current life.
He can recall anytime and anywhere that the busiest streets of bupaine were full of boring smell after noise and gradually recovering agitation at 5 a.m.
He nodded. "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I have." he quickly added, "but what's the reason?"
Lynch smiled and put down his cup. "I've seen it too. Because of effort and courage, fate only favors those who are prepared... Sorry, I don't know your name yet."
"Lem, sir, LEM MacDonald."
"Lem, look around you. There are at least a dozen stock brokers around you, but since I came in, only you have recommended your little yellow list to me."
"If you dare to pay and strive for good results, why is fate and why should you be stingy in return?"
"I see the potential for success in you, lime."
Lynch took the straw and stirred the juice in the cup. In order to make sure that the juice was very cold, the juice was not frozen in the refrigerator, but the ice fruit juice was poured on half a cup of smoothie.
Half a cup of smoothie can save the boss a lot of money and ensure that it won't become warm too soon. It's too sweet and greasy to wait until the smoothie melts.
He looked at Lyme. The changes of young people will never escape his grasp. People are not numb and people still believe in miracles. That is the best era!
Lynch looked at Lyme. About more than a minute later, he continued, "from the bottom to your current position, in fact, you know much more about bupenn and the industry than you think."
"There are some things you are not qualified to know. As long as you become my partner, you can master them soon. With your current experience 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're wrong!" Lynch shook his finger. "Working for me is just a statement. In fact, you don't work for me. It's unfair. I can't use your ability to make more money for myself because I pay you some remuneration."
"I always believe that capable people should win, so we are partners."
"As for your question, it's very simple. I'm going to buy some trading seats in trading banks. Now is a good time."
The trading seats of the three major banks have plummeted. Last year, there were more than one million seats, and now there are only more than 30 seats left. Lynch plans to buy several to prepare for the future.
His main goal is futures trading. As the federal government becomes more integrated into the whole international community, the price fluctuations of some raw materials begin to become unpredictable.
For example, a certain material will fluctuate greatly with the change of politics, seasons and military forces in a certain region.
Lynch may not be able to calm down the war in some areas. He doesn't have such a big face that he can make both sides of the belligerent countries shake hands and make peace, but it's too simple to incite antagonism in a region and create man-made armed conflict!
It's not a good businessman to only suck the blood of foreigners, but also the blood of domestic capitalists. That's the good businessman in Lynch's mind!
Lyme already knew exactly what Lynch was going to do. In fact, if he had enough money now, he would also buy a trading desk, but he didn't have that much money.
He had nodded, and when he was about to say that he was willing to work for Lynch to express his will, Lynch stopped him.
"Before you give me and yourself an answer, you might as well think more. During this time, let's talk about the radio... Reconnaissance array!"
What is the era?What is the breath of the times?What is the pulse of the times?This is a very complex and difficult problem. No one can summarize these contents in one sentence or a few short sentences.The life of the rich is a microcosm of the times, and the life of the poor is also a microcosm of the times. It is impossible for people to master every bit and change of an era.If someone asks Lynch this way, Lynch will let the person asking the question go to the busiest street and take a bus to the poorest area. He will see this era and the epitome of everything with his own eyes on the road.Here, too.All kinds of creatures at the exhibition give Lynch a very unique feeling. This feeling is like he has separated from the whole world. Maybe this feeling comes from his soul from another world.He stood here, looking at the different expressions on each face, the cunning in the eyes of those liars, and the helplessness in the eyes of inventors.This is the times!"Mr. Lynch!", when Lynch was feeling that this era and the world were ready to take another step towards philosophers, a voice interrupted his sublimation.He didn't worry. He turned around and looked at the person who shouted his name behind him with a smile. At this moment, the whole world seemed to become his background.The person who shouted his name was the previous stockbroker. He didn't see Mr. Truman here, so he couldn't help leaning over."Mr. Lynch, you seemed to be interested in the radio reconnaissance array I mentioned before?" asked the young stockbroker enthusiastically.Lynch looked at him and looked up and down. "With all due respect, my question may make you feel uncomfortable. Can you tell me you sell these stocks..." he glanced at some leaflets in the young man's hands, "how much money can you make a month?"The young man was stunned. He began to calculate.In order to find the right fool - in fact, we all know that stock brokerage companies will try any non illegal way to let some people buy those stocks in order 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, 1200 yuan, and handed it to the stock brokerage company.The company promised to issue 60000 shares and raise 12000 yuan for him.But the inventor just naively thought that the price of each share was 20 cents, and the 1200 yuan he paid was the bonus of the stock brokerage company.That's not true. After 1200 yuan fell into the company's wallet, they would start a cheap machine to print these small yellow sheets. The price of each small yellow sheet was not 20 minutes, but 35 cents.Twenty of them are for inventors, ten are for the company itself, and five are for salesmen.If they can sell all these shares, they can raise 21000 yuan. In addition to the contract funds, that is, 12000 yuan will flow into the inventor's account, the salesman can get 3000 yuan.More than three thousand dollars?The person who asks this question is a fool.Of course, 3000 yuan is more than that. 95% of people in this country will answer that, but not every stockbroker can sell the small yellow list allocated to him.Some girls can easily do it. As long as they lose the way of telephone communication and communicate directly with customers face to face, they can easily sell the most difficult stocks. Of course, they earn the most.For an agent like Lynch, his salary may be..., "close to a thousand dollars, Mr. Lynch!"There seemed to be some pride in his expression, but his eyes and his subconscious look at his toes betrayed him. He couldn't get so much money.Maybe in the past, when the financial environment was good, even farmers would invest their money to buy feed, but now they can't. He only made 81 yuan and 90 points this month.If he can't finish his current yellow list by the end of June, that is, the company will let him go and give the opportunity to those who are prepared - some new girls.In the face of Lynch's inquiry, he still lied. Maybe he was unwilling. Some humble struggles made him lie. He didn't want Lynch's peers to look down on him and stare at him with contempt and arrogance. Therefore, he said what he thought was a great income, but it wouldn't seem too exaggerated.Lynch nodded noncommittally, "I have a partner who has received at least one dividend since he joined my career, which is much higher than you now."Lynch is talking about Richard. Richard is doing very well now. He knows better than anyone else how to take customers' money out of their pants pockets and put it in Lynch and his own wallet.He is very good at maintaining the relationship between himself and his customers, from booing cold and warm on weekdays, giving some worthless gifts during New Year holidays, to drawing prizes for his customer groups from time to time, giving some equally worthless goods, or travel packages. These means make him have a high degree of adhesion with his customer groups.Even if he can't get the title of sales champion every time, he is still the best.Lynch's words made the salesperson silent. At the same time, there was a faint feeling in his heart that the man of the moment who was evaluated as the "young leader of the new era" seemed to want to"Would you like to work for me?" Lynch said directly.He pointed to the empty seat on one side, and then asked someone to bring some cold drinks. The cold drinks calmed the stockbroker down. Instead of immediately agreeing, he asked, "can I know why, Mr. Lynch, why do big people like you like me?"Lynch smiled. He carried some sweet to boring juice and asked, "have you seen bupenn at five in the morning?"The young man was stunned. For a moment, some fragmented memories began to float to his mind.In order to live in this city, he has seen bupaine at 5 a.m. and 3 a.m. not far from him, even his current life.He can recall anytime and anywhere that the busiest streets of bupaine were full of boring smell after noise and gradually recovering agitation at 5 a.m.He nodded. "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I have." he quickly added, "but what's the reason?"Lynch smiled and put down his cup. "I've seen it too. Because of effort and courage, fate only favors those who are prepared... Sorry, I don't know your name yet.""Lem, sir, LEM MacDonald.""Lem, look around you. There are at least a dozen stock brokers around you, but since I came in, only you have recommended your little yellow list to me.""If you dare to pay and strive for good results, why is fate and why should you be stingy in return?""I see the potential for success in you, lime."Lynch took the straw and stirred the juice in the cup. In order to make sure that the juice was very cold, the juice was not frozen in the refrigerator, but the ice fruit juice was poured on half a cup of smoothie.Half a cup of smoothie can save the boss a lot of money and ensure that it won't become warm too soon. It's too sweet and greasy to wait until the smoothie melts.He looked at Lyme. The changes of young people will never escape his grasp. People are not numb and people still believe in miracles. That is the best era!Lynch looked at Lyme. About more than a minute later, he continued, "from the bottom to your current position, in fact, you know much more about bupenn and the industry than you think.""There are some things you are not qualified to know. As long as you become my partner, you can master them soon. With your current experience 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're wrong!" Lynch shook his finger. "Working for me is just a statement. In fact, you don't work for me. It's unfair. I can't use your ability to make more money for myself because I pay you some remuneration.""I always believe that capable people should win, so we are partners.""As for your question, it's very simple. I'm going to buy some trading seats in trading banks. Now is a good time."The trading seats of the three major banks have plummeted. Last year, there were more than one million seats, and now there are only more than 30 seats left. Lynch plans to buy several to prepare for the future.His main goal is futures trading. As the federal government becomes more integrated into the whole international community, the price fluctuations of some raw materials begin to become unpredictable.For example, a certain material will fluctuate greatly with the change of politics, seasons and military forces in a certain region.Lynch may not be able to calm down the war in some areas. He doesn't have such a big face that he can make both sides of the belligerent countries shake hands and make peace, but it's too simple to incite antagonism in a region and create man-made armed conflict!It's not a good businessman to only suck the blood of foreigners, but also the blood of domestic capitalists. That's the good businessman in Lynch's mind!Lyme already knew exactly what Lynch was going to do. In fact, if he had enough money now, he would also buy a trading desk, but he didn't have that much money.He had nodded, and when he was about to say that he was willing to work for Lynch to express his will, Lynch stopped him."Before you give me and yourself an answer, you might as well think more. During this time, let's talk about the radio... Reconnaissance array!"
