"That's right..."

Carter smiled and said to himself that he was overthinking it.

These people are rich, but they really don't have much to do with the film and television industry.

It seems that the key to the girls in the rumors is not money, but fame. Carter cannot comment on whether their approach is correct in Hollywood's Vanity Fair.

It’s just that at the moment, these people may come from all walks of life, and they may actually be film and television practitioners. Or they may have relevant resources, but in the final analysis, this opportunity is still much less than the banquet in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

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If you want a picture title, why come here if you don't go to Los Angeles? As for profit, as Julian said, it's just a matter of making a phone call, why bother to come out and lose your status?

"Okay, I still have something to do over there that I have to go over first. Remember to find Mr. Lynch later, thank him for his help, and then make your own arrangements for the rest of the time. Speaking of which, at your age, you should talk

You have a girlfriend, have you seen it? These girls of the right age are basically here for you. If you find someone you like, just boldly go up and strike up a conversation, they will not refuse to chat with you!"

After saying this, Julian stood up and left. Carter quickly followed the latter's footsteps...

Julian's words were very straightforward. At the dinner party that followed the principle of reciprocity, the guests who brought their children to the party, all of them, without exception, were about the same age as Carter.

The youngest is 15 years old, and the oldest is only 20 years old. Children over this age are not seen at all in the venue. With such a targeted arrangement, Carter can understand it with his buttocks.

They must have known that Tiger's major shareholder, the largest investor, is a 17-year-old child. At just 17 years old, he invested such a huge amount of money, whether the money came from his family or himself.

This 17-year-old shareholder is the biggest piece of cake in this dinner. Even Carter has every reason to suspect that the presence of so many guests today must be related to Julian's propaganda, consciously or unconsciously.

After all, where is this place?

New York! Manhattan! Wall Street!

There are countless financial companies, asset management companies, and all kinds of funds that are newly established here every day, but there are definitely no fewer...

Without you, there would be tigers, lions, kittens, and hellokitty... Before you make achievements and make a name for yourself, who would know what kind of onion you are?!

Compared with this unknown tiger, it is the "17-year-old single man" who seems to be more attractive! Whether he wants to kill the fat sheep with malicious intent and share the mutton, or he wants to eat leeks, whether he brings

There are people with good intentions who want to seek cooperation or even marriage...

Carter suddenly realized that his special meow had actually become the bait for Julian, Jiang Taiwen, to fish for!

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No wonder Julian, who has always supported and encouraged him everywhere, unexpectedly did not take him to contact those people. Instead, he gave himself complete autonomy, and even hinted that he could hook up with some girls...

Co-author: Do you feel that you owe yourself a debt, and hope to make up for it with these free beauties?

As for malicious use, Carter has not thought about it. If it was malicious use, he wouldn't have said those words to himself yesterday, right?

"Hello, Mr. Black! I heard from my grandfather that you are a genius investor. He hopes that I can talk to you and learn some knowledge or qualities from you that I can use. I don't know if you are free now.

Shall I chat?”

Carter, who was secretly lamenting that he had been betrayed by Julian without knowing it, was suddenly blocked by someone. A kid wearing a tuxedo and wearing a white collar suddenly appeared in front of him.

This straightforward narrative style made Carter feel a little funny. What the adults say is what the adults say, but your son is too honest, right? Just tell yourself, your adults asked you to come and chat with me?

"Of course, what do you call this young gentleman?"

While feeling funny, Carter did not refuse the other party's invitation. This guy was as big as a brat, and he didn't look like he was even fifteen years old...

Of course, the appearance is there! It’s just that the style of speaking is obviously not like that of a fifteen-year-old person. After all, a person’s maturity is closely related to his experience. Children who are born into wealthy families are often far more mature in terms of precocity.

Ordinary middle-class families, of course, the lower class also...

It's just that children from lower-class families mature early, often because "poor children become rich early", while children of rich people grow up in such a social environment, and they have to understand that they smile at you on the surface and scold you behind your back.

Ma Pi’s verbal routine.

"Thank you, I'm Ken Griffin. Just call me Ken! I...I..."

Stepping forward on his not-too-short legs, little Griffin chased Carter's steps. His face looked a little embarrassed...

Grandpa asked him to come and strike up a conversation with Carter, but Temeow didn't tell him what he was going to say if Carter agreed to communicate with him?! Perhaps in the eyes of little Griffin's grandfather, he never thought that Carter would be with such a person.

Little devil communication.

Are those "successful people" no longer popular? Or are the young ladies no longer beautiful? What's there to say to a little kid...

Even Little Griffin himself had no expectations of success. As a result, he suddenly achieved his goal unexpectedly. Little Griffin was embarrassed for a moment...

"I like math and computers, Mr. Black, do you... do you like them?"

In desperation, little Griffin recalled the history of interactions with his classmates and tried to find a common topic based on hobbies. In Ken Griffin's little mind, people who can make successful investment decisions must have mathematics.

very good!

However...

"I...I have to admit, I hate mathematics! Mathematics is the subject I hate most, bar none!"

Carter's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly felt that this little carrot head was not cute anymore!

How could this little guy with red lips and white teeth like mathematics? Heretic! Definitely a heretic!

"Ah?! You don't like mathematics, why? Mathematics is so interesting, and you feel that sense of accomplishment when you solve a difficult problem..."

Carter's unconventional answer made the already nervous little Griffin even more nervous. He waved his little hands, trying to drag Carter, the lost lamb, back to the glorious road of mathematical research...

"I admit that what you said makes sense, but the problem is that I can't solve the real problem at all! If I can't solve the problem, how can I get a sense of accomplishment?"

Taking Little Griffin to an unoccupied table and chairs, Carter took two drinks from the waiter:

"How old are you this year? Although there is no prohibition on alcohol now, if you are too young, I still can't give you alcohol!"

"I am 12 years old this year! Mr. Black, I am not young anymore. I drank beer at my grandfather's house! It didn't taste good at all. I still like to drink some juice..."

"Hahaha, it's very good! Indeed, the beer doesn't taste good at all!"

Sure enough, he is still a little devil!

Carter laughed and put the two glasses of juice in his hands on the table and began to change the topic. It would be too embarrassing for him to talk about mathematics or something...

"I heard that you came here with your grandfather? What about your parents? Didn't they come here?"
Chapter completed!