Amid the entangled and curious eyes of countless people, the Shanghai W Hotel Central Conference Hall, this wealth forum was held as scheduled.

The car slowly approached the vestibule of the W Hotel. Across the distance, Huo Huanyu, who was in the car with Li Jin, looked at the lively scene in front of him and said in surprise: "It's quite like that."

In the hotel vestibule, the reporters who came to interview had long been surrounded by the crowd, and a large group of staff wearing suits and work signs were working hard to maintain order.

As the flashes are flashing, this scene is no matter how you look at it, there are some big conferences that should have.

"Baohai International wants to use this forum to trample the power of Hui merchants in the Shanghai Stock Exchange and squeeze into the core circle of the national financial center of the Shanghai Stock Exchange, so it is naturally necessary to make arrangements with great fanfare."

Li Jin was not surprised by this and said.

Huo Huanyu smiled, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he pointed to a young man who was talking to someone in a gloomy place not far away, and said, "Isn't that stupid?"

Li Jin looked up and saw that the young man was Ke Cheng.

"His father Ke Yongxin, the founder of Baohai International, is considered the young owner of Baohai International, so he will naturally be present."

"It's fun!"

Huo Huanyu rubbed his hands with excitement, "I agreed, if this idiot jumps up, don't stop me, as I'll be bored these two days."

"It's Mr. Li's car!"

"Vice President Li is here!"

I don’t know which sharp-eyed reporter saw it first. After a scream, almost all the reporters ran to the side of the car that was slowly approaching.

They all looked excited and were eager to interview Li Jin's first-hand information.

The most embarrassing thing is the reporter who was interviewing some other subjects before.

One of the reporters from South China Business Daily saw that the old man in front of him was still spitting out spitting out. The excitement of snatching the interview opportunity of this famous financial expert in Shanghai was gone, and at this moment, only impatientness and anxiety were left.

Seeing that Li Jin's car was crowded with his peers, he was about to lose his seat, the reporter was also anxious.

"Of course, the experts' words must be authoritative and accurate..."

The anxious reporter saw that Professor Zheng was still urinating, but he could no longer hold it.

"Okay, Professor Zheng, thank you for your answer today. We look forward to providing us with more financial knowledge in the future! Thank you!"

The reporter directly interrupted Professor Zheng, who was chatting endlessly. Without seeing Professor Zheng's constipated expression on his face, he turned his head and ran towards Li Jin's car.

The bald Professor Zheng was stunned.

In order to get an interview opportunity, these reporters are like pugs, respectful in front of themselves like quails. Now they interrupt themselves and leave themselves directly!?

Professor Zheng, who was furious, looked at Li Jin who was just getting out of the car with resentment and sneered:

"A young man has not grown up all his hair. At such a young age, he can understand economics and finance. He just made some money by luck! I'll see how I deal with you on the forum later!"

As soon as Li Jin got off the car, he was surrounded by reporters.

Faced with the microphone that was too long to stuff the spear and cannon into his mouth, and there were all kinds of problems, Li Jin smiled bitterly:
Chapter completed!