Chapter 342: Let's fight again, Walden

Well, it's not a very formal little bar off Harvard University. It's shrouded in dim lighting and harsh music, and it's full of all kinds of people drinking and picking up girls. Of course, there are also a few drug addicts in the corner snorting white powder, and everyone who passes by just turns a blind eye.

As the hours pass and morning approaches, the people who partied all night begin to gradually leave the bar. Of course, some people will come here in the morning.

A man walks into the bar, and the bar manager greets him, 'Hi Mr. Thomas, you're here so early? Judging from your beaming smile, let me guess, you didn't have a great encounter yesterday, did you?'

Mr Thomas said, 'A great love affair? You're right, I did have a great love affair yesterday. You know I have some money, and yesterday I invested it in that Star Ocean thing that Mr and Mrs Harry were talking about. I never can remember all these complicated names, but I know it's going to bring me a lot of money. I signed up for the accident policy, and when it matures I'll get $20,000. That's better than just leaving it in the bank and watching it depreciate.'

The bar manager was a little surprised by this: 'My goodness, you've actually bought Wharton Insurance, that's great! I wanted to buy it too, but unfortunately when I went there I heard that they had already started limiting purchases. You know, I have to work here, and I don't have that much time to queue up at the Skyscraper Building.'

Thomas laughed heartily, 'That's too bad. I bought it on the first day of the quota. When I heard the news about the quota, I immediately took out 50,000 US dollars. Watching the pitiful looks of the people behind me, I really wanted to celebrate by doing a hula dance in front of them.'

'You idiots, you're giving Zhou Ming money, you're doing him a huge favour!'

While Thomas was talking to the bar manager, a voice suddenly sounded behind them. They subconsciously looked back and saw a very decadent man lying on the table of the vinyl bar. In front of him were various empty bottles that were falling over. His hair was messy, his beard on his face had not been shaved in a long time, and his clothes were dirty. As he spoke, he looked up at them with bloodshot eyes.

This person pointed at Thomas with difficulty and said, 'You idiots, you don't understand anything. You think you're making a profit by buying insurance? In fact, you're giving the money to Zhou Ming, the Chinese, just as you're giving it to the rich when you deposit your money in the bank!'

'Do you think that the reason that Chinese guy is selling insurance financial products is because he can't live anymore and desperately needs more money? But you're just giving him this life-saving money. And the restrictions on purchases? That's just hunger marketing, a marketing technique to create a shortage. You've all been fooled by him, do you understand?' He shouted, and at the end he even growled, 'You don't understand because you're just a stupid pig!'

Thomas looked at the man with interest and asked the bar manager, 'Where did this idiot come from? Although I am a customer, it would be nice if I helped you clean the bar once in a while.'

Thomas said and then picked up a bottle next to him and walked towards the man, smashing it hard on his head. The man fell to the ground on the spot and then lost consciousness. I don't know how long it took before someone patted him awake. He opened his eyes blankly, and when he saw the person across from him, his eyes suddenly widened. He blurted out, 'Mr. Brook?'

The man in front of him was none other than the old Massachusetts State Senator, Mr. Brook. He looked at him with a smile and said, 'Mr. Walden, it is not advisable to give up in a bar.'

This man, who exuded a sense of decadence, was Walden. On 11 March, after hearing that Zhou Ming had used him to secretly place an advertisement on TV and after being verbally abused by Old Brooker on the phone, he couldn't accept this reality and came to the bar to get drunk. Of course, he originally got drunk in other bars, but then the other bars kicked him out because they felt he was affecting business, so in the end he had to go to this small, unorthodox bar to drink.

Walton subconsciously looked around, and Old Brook kindly said to him, 'I have asked the bar manager and Mr. Thomas to leave because I don't like my people being bullied like this.'

Walton looked up in disbelief at Old Brook, 'Mr. Brook, you said I am your person and you don't want me to be bullied?'

'Of course, because that's what I've always thought, otherwise I wouldn't have come here today.'

Old Brook smiled unnecessarily, and then continued, 'Okay, let's get back to business. I came to see you because I am very disappointed in your recent performance. Don't you know that Wharton is very popular right now, and Zhou Ming's insurance and wealth management products have already sold tens of millions of dollars?'

Wharton nodded and said, 'I watched TV at the bar, I know...'

When he heard this, Old Brook immediately shot him a glare. 'If you know, why are you still here drinking? Why aren't you keeping a close eye on Zhou Ming for me? Are you not trying to take revenge for yourself?'

'Of course not, I dream of taking revenge on Zhou Ming, but I let you down so much last time, I thought you were angry...'

Before Wharton could finish, Old Brook interrupted him, 'If you continue to drink like this, then I will really be disappointed in you.'

Warden was stunned, and Old Brooke paused for a moment before continuing, 'In fact, failure is no big deal. Just get back up again from wherever you fell. The most important thing is to persevere!'

'But I was discovered by Zhou Ming,' Warden added.

'You think you've been discovered, so you feel useless? But why don't you think about what Zhou Ming will think?' Old Brooke asked in return.

Warden thought for a moment and replied, 'He'll think I won't be observing him anymore because it's pointless!'

'Exactly. So now if you, Mr. Wharton, reverse the situation and continue to observe him, but be more careful, won't you get even better results than before? The only prerequisite is that you are willing to do so. I don't have any intention of forcing anyone,' said Old Brook.

Wharton nodded desperately and said yes, and then Brook said, 'Then you'd better hurry, because after these days of product sales, they already have tens of millions of dollars in their hands. Whether it's the normal development of the insurance company or as their Harvard economics students, they will definitely invest the money, and the best direction is the financial market, so I need you to observe him and give me information in this regard.'

'Then finally, after grasping his investment direction, Mr. Brook, you can easily use hedging to defeat him,' Wharton asked tentatively.

Old Brook nodded as he should have: 'That's right. It's much better to make him lose this money than to make him pay for insurance or something.'

After saying that, Old Brook looked at him and asked, "So, Mr. Wharton, please stand up again and fight for me and for yourself.'

Old Brook's words made Wharton tremble with excitement. He said firmly, "Please rest assured, Mr. Brook, I will fight like a warrior until the last moment. I promise to complete the task!'

With these words, Wharton left the old Brook, then immediately stood up from his seat and ran out of the bar.

Looking at Wharton's departing back, the old butler came over and asked the old Brook, 'Sir, after all, Zhou Ming has an excellent bodyguard by his side. Even if Zhou Ming is careless, his bodyguard may not be.'

Old Brooker said, 'Whether they are careless or not is not important to me. Or rather, I just want Zhou Ming to know that Wharton is still following and observing him. Next, we'll be playing the game of wits. But unfortunately, the Chinese have always been weak in the field of financial investment. If it's a guy from Hong Kong, it's still a game, but a guy from China is just a pushover.'

...

Time's up. Saturday, March 27th. At the Wharton Insurance Company in the Fenway District's Skywalk Building, the insurance company does not sell insurance wealth management products today due to the weekend. In the afternoon, Ming Zhou used this time to hold a company meeting, and all the students in the finance class sat together in the conference room.

This was not the first meeting of Wharton Insurance Company. As instructed by Ming Zhou, Ye Ning was still announcing the situation of the previous period. Ye Ning said, 'Classmates, in the past week, the sales of the company's insurance and financial products were very good. The company's total sales were 35 million US dollars, and the person with the most outstanding performance was the company's deputy general manager, Chen Shu. He once set a record of selling eight policies in a single day, with sales of more than 500,000 US dollars.'

As Ye Ning announced the results, there was an immediate outburst of cheers. This was partly because of their outstanding results, because for this week and the previous week, their total sales had reached a terrifying 65 million dollars. This money not only gave the company the full ability to deal with the compensation from Hongcheng Shipping Group and Old Brock, but it was also an unimaginable performance for any newly established insurance company.

In addition, what made them even more excited was that now that the company had such a large sum of money, their desire to actually enter the stock market would also be fulfilled.

Zhou Ming stood up and said to everyone, 'Classmates, although we have already obtained 65 million US dollars through sales, sales still cannot stop. However, I will of course honour the promise I made to you all. Just yesterday afternoon, I already opened accounts for everyone in the securities company in the company's name. Next, I will give you your account heads, and there will also be funds promised to you to operate.'

'Of course, this is only a portion of the funds, with a maximum of only 25 million. The rest, in addition to maintaining the company's normal expenses and reserves, will be used to purchase various low-risk investments such as bonds.'

Zhou Ming concluded, 'Therefore, if you want to operate more funds and become financial predators that call the shots in the financial markets, please do your best. As long as you achieve results, I will still increase the funds you can control!'

Zhou Ming's words made everyone cheer at once, although some were worried. 'Teacher, you said that we have so much money now, will that old Brooker come looking for trouble with us about our investment actions?'

Zhou Ming didn't answer this question, but just smiled and patted him on the shoulder to reassure him.