Chapter 29: What is meant to be will not escape.

Harvard University is the world's leading research university. It attracts top talent from all over the world. As a research university, it is only natural that there are research laboratories of all sizes.

Next to the computer building of the Business School is an inconspicuous dome-shaped building. This is Harvard University's financial research laboratory, which is dedicated to collecting data from all capital markets for research. In addition, it will also accept commissions from companies or certain consortia to use the collected data to calculate investment models. Zhou Ming's beautiful class advisor, Jie La, was assigned to work here after receiving a master's degree in finance with honors. As for serving as the class advisor for Zhou Ming's class, that was a separate work arrangement.

On 26 May, as there was no class in Zhou Ming's class today, Jie La came to the financial research room with a pile of materials. When she habitually walked into the office, she suddenly froze, because someone was already waiting in the office, sitting at her desk, turning on her computer, tapping her slender fingers on the keyboard, and looking at the data on it line by line with her eyes.

When he saw Jie La come in, he just glanced at her and said, 'You're finally here.'

Jela immediately went over to him and bowed: 'Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were waiting for me here...'

The man didn't even wait for Jela to finish speaking, but interrupted her directly with a wave of his hand: "It was I who didn't notify you. How did the task I gave you go? Have you gone to see Zhou Ming?'

Jela nodded and said: "I have already leaked the news about the Tangren Bank and the Gulf to him as you instructed, but he doesn't seem to be interested in listening, because at least up to now he hasn't called me.'

The man gave a curious 'oh' and said, 'Well, it seems that perhaps he hasn't realised the problem yet. After all, the Gulf is so far away from Brighton that unless he is paying special attention, he probably doesn't care. But it would be strange if he didn't care about the news from the Tang Dynasty Bank.'

Jie La said at this point, 'Sir, I think you may have got the order wrong. From what I know of Zhou Ming, he is unlikely to let go of the news from the Gulf, or to some extent, he may even value the Gulf more than the Tang Dynasty Bank.'

'Is that so? It seems you really love that Chinese man,' the man said, tilting his head and looking at her up and down with interest. Then his face suddenly turned serious, and he reminded Jie La, 'Just don't forget your own identity!'

Jie La lowered her head: 'Please be assured, sir, I will remember. However, it would be better if you could pay attention to the recent capital movements of Wharton. I think if he learns of the news from the Gulf, no matter what channel it comes from, he will definitely not remain indifferent and will definitely prepare as early as possible.'

At the end of the conversation, Jie La added in a voice that could be heard only by herself: 'As for me, I'm afraid he won't contact me on his own initiative.'

The man did not hear Jie La's last words, but after listening to her say that he should prepare as soon as possible, he slowly got up, walked to the window, looked out and muttered, 'Jie La, do you know that there is actually no such thing as preparing too early or too late, because what is meant to be will always happen?'

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Meanwhile, in the Chinese dormitory, since there were no classes today, Zhou Ming and his classmates from the finance class stayed in the dormitory. There was a crackling sound of keyboards being tapped in the computer room, and you could hear people talking on the phone. It was a busy scene, with only Ye Ning and a few girls walking back and forth, constantly taking out documents and handing them to Zhou Ming, who was sitting in the hall.

'Teacher, since the stock market and futures market opened today, we have been trying to sell bonds and other bills. According to the contract, the deposit will be paid to us at the demand deposit interest rate, and a penalty of five percentage points will be deducted,' Ye Ning reported to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming looked through the documents handed over by Ye Ning and nodded silently, 'A penalty of five percentage points is not a big deal. Our investment model does not involve a lot of deposits. The main thing is bonds and other bills. According to the statistics, a large-scale sell-off of these things in the market can easily cause market fluctuations and attract the attention of the relevant departments. Therefore, when we sell, we must pay attention to the rhythm of the sell-off and avoid being caught by the relevant departments as much as possible, understand?'

Ye Ning nodded vigorously and said, 'Please rest assured, teacher. My classmates are very clear about our current situation, and they will definitely do their best to avoid it!'

Zhou Ming then put the file down with confidence, and then waved his hand to let Ye Ning go back to work as well.

The sell-off was in full swing. Zhou Ming and ** walked out of the dormitory and drove to the Vinda community. When Zhou Ming arrived, he found Omar promoting his political ideas and collecting signatures. The scene was very lively. Zhou Ming didn't disturb him, but asked ** to park the car aside and silently observe Omar doing his thing.

It cannot be said that Omar is destined to become the head of state. Although he is still young, he is doing a very good job at least for now.

For example, in Omar's current campaign for the Vida community, in fact, apart from initially introducing him to the local man Yan Shi and helping him resolve the issue of the Vida community's affiliation, Ming Zhou has done nothing else. Including the inspection and research fundraising, as well as the subsequent registration and the current publicity and collection of signatures, all of which were organised by Omar himself.

And just as Ming Zhou was thinking about all this, a man came up and knocked on Ming Zhou's car window and said to him, 'Sir, are you also from the Vida community? I think you need to pay attention to this. Omar will make it easier for you to get medical treatment! I hope you can vote for him in the upcoming community elections.'

These words made Zhou Ming a little speechless. It seems that this is someone Omar has paid to do this. He treats himself like a passer-by. But that's good, too. This way, I can better understand Omar's situation here. Although he is the future president of the United States, I have full confidence in him. But right now, he is not as mature as he will be in the future, so it's still a good idea to keep an eye on him.

The other person left after dropping off a promotional pamphlet. Apart from the formulaic words before, he didn't say much else. Obviously, he was not as enthusiastic as the classmates in the finance class, but considering that they were just hired to work, it was easy to understand.

Zhou Ming opened the pamphlet. On it was a cartoon of Omar smashing a hospital cross, indicating his determination to break the monopoly of the old community hospital system and propose a new hospital for the community. At the same time, he also listed some of the current fees charged by private hospitals in the community.

'No wonder it's Omar, he's really done some clever thinking on this,' Zhou Ming commented with a smile.

Zhou Ming wasn't saying this without reason. Since Omar knew that the people of Weida Community hated the high fees charged by private hospitals, and he had deliberately listed these fees, he was undoubtedly stirring up everyone's anger. At the same time, he had also shown his determination to break the monopoly of the old hospital. In such a comparison, what else could the voters think?

'I know, you have always hoped for a fair hospital, where you can go at any time during the day when you have a cold to buy a dose of cold medicine, and when you have diarrhea in the middle of the night you can go buy a box of Laxative Stop, instead of taking a taxi to the five-kilometre-away district hospital, or enduring the cruel drug prices of those private hospitals. Those private doctors are just robbers, they will take US dollars from your pockets and laugh heartily while you and your family go hungry! If the community had a reasonable hospital, none of this would have happened...'

Not far away, Omar was holding a loudspeaker and giving a speech to everyone, while the residents of the community cheered in unison at his speech.

This scene of politicians and the people having a close relationship made Zhou Ming shake his head helplessly. Zhou Ming forgot where he read a sentence: the people are actually the most shameless bitches. As long as you satisfy their most urgent needs, they will be unable to wait to become your people.

Although this saying is vulgar, it is now happening right in front of Zhou Ming.

Half an hour later, Omar's speech ended. He walked down from the podium and shook hands and talked with the voters in the community. All the voters surrounded him and said to him one after the other, 'That's great! I've never paid attention before, but this time there is Mr. Omar running for office, I will definitely vote for you!'

'Omar, you've really hit the nail on the head. We've put up with the private hospitals here for far too long. Every time I go for a consultation, I have to pay at least two or three times as much as the consultation fee. You know that if I can save that money, I can buy at least one extra Playboy every month!'

'Mr. Omar, how can I support you? I'll definitely vote for you, and I'll donate money to your campaign. You'll definitely be a saviour to our Vidda community!'

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Amidst all this, Omar smiled and thanked everyone one by one: 'Thank you very much for your support. Now, if you can just sign my form to support me, and then go to the designated polling station on voting day to vote, I will definitely win the election and then build you the hospital you need. As long as you can back me up as you say you will.'

'We will definitely support you!' Everyone shouted in unison.

Then Omar walked out of the crowd. He suddenly saw Zhou Ming's car parked nearby. He said goodbye to the crowd and then came over to greet Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming looked him up and down and said, 'You did a good job. Did you collect all the signatures?'

Omar nodded and said, "I collected them half an hour ago.'

'Very efficient. Then it seems that the rest of the time is for your personal speech. I happened to pass by here to see if you needed any help, but now it seems that I was thinking too much." Zhou Ming said.

'But I think Mr. Zhou Ming, you came at the right time, because I still have to go to the Parliament Building to hand in the signature form,' Omar said.

Zhou Ming smiled. Omar's level of thinking was indeed impressive. So Zhou Ming signalled him to get in the car, and half an hour later he took him to the Parliament Building in the Fenway District.

However, fearing that Old Brook might have learned of the situation, Zhou Ming did not accompany Omar inside, but simply let him go in alone to submit the signature form.

After seeing Omar off, Zhou Ming's phone suddenly rang. He answered it immediately, and Ye Ning's anxious voice came through: 'Teacher, we're in trouble! Our sell-off operation has been targeted by the judicial department!'