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Chapter 42 Dogleg No. 1

After saying that, he was a little proud and said, "No one is willing to buy Douban's size. It must be expensive if you eat it. I don't know what to do if I buy it."

"Old Bei doesn't seem to be able to sell, but it's a bit difficult to go public. After all, the profit data is very bleak. All investors were stuck and couldn't get it out at that time, which was even more uncomfortable than the Japanese dog."

"The boundary of a product may be 300 million users, which may be reached in five years. The boundary of another product may be 90 million, but it only takes two years to reach the boundary. Venture capital likes the second project, which grows fast and has high returns. If you sell, run away and find the next one with the money."

It seemed to evoke some kind of memory, raised its eyebrows and said slutty: "Just playing with women, it's all ruthless!"

Johnson Shuang curled his lips, no wonder Wang Kuan said that this kid was too fickle and changed his long legs all day long, and it was indeed well-known.

"Brother, don't believe it!" Old Tan saw through Johnson's disdain, snorted coldly, took out his mobile phone, opened his circle of friends, and showed it: "Kuanzi and the others don't understand, what are they looking for? It's either dirty or dense, or buses, and it's best to be a green tea bitch."

"Look at me, high IQ, high education, high quality, Tsinghua University, Peking University, Fudan Beijing Foreign Studies University, Qingyishui quality!"

"For example, this is a top student in Beijing Foreign Studies University who knows foreign languages ​​from six countries. Think about how flexible this little tongue is..."

"And this one, I graduated from Harvard Ph.D., and returned to China for two years internships on Wall Street. My family is in good condition and a standard iceberg beauty..."

"This is not bad, a mixed Chinese and Russian race. I just turned formal this year. I have such a hot figure. I can drink it!"

Johnson looked at the beautiful girl's avatars on the screen, and there were a total of one or two hundred people, curiously: "Are these from investment companies?"

"A formal employee who is just a fake one!" Lao Tan slapped his chest and promised: "There is no temporary worker. The contract has a minimum annual salary of more than 100,000 yuan. The awesome ones over one million can raise a young man outside."

Seeing that Johnson was confused, he revealed the secret: "In fact, most of the domestic financial industry is not finance, but sales. It is nothing more than making various harassing calls to praise low-risk and high-yield financial products at various wine tables and bank halls."

"Customers are all beneficiaries of deformed rigid redemption. Once rigid redemption is cancelled, the advantage will be gone. After all, less than one percent of the profits can be made stable from the cruel secondary market."

"Many top students who graduated from prestigious universities come to various banks, insurance and securities firms and public funds with the dream of getting rich overnight. What they did at the beginning was very simple, and the counter telephone sales were normal."

"Except for banking and insurance, the most are going to securities companies. Start with interns, report daily and weekly reports every day, organize industry data, and write various industry reports and company reports."

"It is called familiar with the market and training ability, but few people can persevere and achieve only one-tenth or one-tenth of the gold medal analyst."

"Only by gritting your teeth and staying up for five or ten years, and only by having the analysts have certain resources and conditions can you be qualified to meet various company executives and secretary of the board of directors, and to more or less understand the secrets of the industry and company or even insider information."

"The salary is very, very low, more than 100,000 yuan a year, and some are still sea turtles. The pressure in the capital is so great that life is forced to do something extraordinary."

"For example, if you sell some news to large retail investors or private equity investors, secretly cut leeks with the dealer, write reports at a specific time to swear tickets, and collude with the secretary and chairman of the board of directors for some acquisition cases..."

"If it's a woman..."

Johnson took a deep breath, and indeed there were hidden rules everywhere. Old Tan licked his lips and said excitedly: "The buyer has the greatest rights, and has one billion or even billions of funds. It directly determines the recent trend of a certain stock and calls the market for wind and rain."

"In order to get close to big funds, many brokerages will play some new tricks, such as Everbright, a few days ago, specially hired models to public relations and held underwear show runways. Small brokerages are more open, and it is directly Haitian PARTY."

"Actually, it's all about your love and my wishes. Society is like this, and people's choices are different. Although we play with flowers, it doesn't mean we are scumbag!"

"I pay for it, you sell meat, Cao Cao beat Huang Gai, but I don't love you. I hate those losers the most. After playing with the body, I still talk about my soul, get out of your way!"

This sentence is a golden sentence. Johnson laughed. Many public fund managers have only been a researcher for two years, and have not been tempered by the market. They have never played stocks before with billions of funds, let alone any business experience or corporate experience.

All are book knowledge, and what is more funny is that many of them only study some popular industries in the past few years, such as TMT and film and television entertainment, which have increased many times, but they know nothing about traditional industries and are at a loss when facing large structural markets.

I have never heard of fund managers under the age of 40 in the United States, but there are many in China in their early thirties. This is the gap.

After half a bottle of wine, Lao Tan said after drinking: "Hey, everyone who trained on Wall Street is all hungry wolves, where are ours?"

"For scale and management fees, we encourage the abandonment of risk control, and encourage fund managers to give up and buy some small tickets with great flexibility. As long as it can rise, the net value will grow quickly, everything will be OK."

"Many giant funds specialize in speculating on GEM receipts, such as Huitianfu and China Post. The interests of the public are completely abandoned, as long as the management fee is provided!"

"Many private equity funds were saved by public fund managers, and they are popular among public funds because they have a large amount of funds and are familiar with many corporate executives. They have done a lot of secretly colluding with them."

"After expanding, I came out to work alone, and suddenly there was no such resources. I was waving my tail and begging for mercy, and I wasn't even a big fuck!"

The more I spoke, I became more excited: "In the end, I spent tens of millions to build a fund with very good performance, named XX No. 1, used this net value to go to the market to fool me, and then opened the sales of No. 2 No. 3 No. 4, and used the latter products to take the No. 1 product at a high level to take the No. 1 product."

"No. 1 is always awesome, and the back is full of cannon fodder. What is Zexi No. 1, which is known as the most awesome..."

"Wang Yawei, who was in power back then, and Wang Ruyuan, is there any news after doing private equity?"

Johnson Chan said nothing, since he was wearing investment in the future, he must understand such things. Old Tan is okay, and he has a bottom line. At least he did not treat small investors as leeks. If you have nothing to do, you can talk about it.

"Brother, you need to let the sluts in the circle know your worth, be good..."

Johnson Snooker glared at him, and Old Tan quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, absolutely confidential, keep it low-key, keep it low-key!"

Watching Johnson get in the car and leave, his eyes glowing, and he murmured to himself: "Only a fool can tell such things, good guy, a rich man who has tens of billions of dollars, just move his fingers..."

"Kuanzi, I'm sorry, my brother, this golden thigh, please stop eating!"
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