"Uh, I don't have jade, I really don't have jade!"

Feeling the greedy eyes of the people around him, the New Yorker looked sad, waved his hands and shouted: "Calm down, everyone, if I had the Mayan Jade, would I still look like this poor guy?

I look quite proud, but my suit is from a second-hand store, my shoes are artificial leather, and I have two shirts in total. I change them once a day and wash them once a day.

If I have Yu, how can I not have a girlfriend?"

"But the Vanke first-generation skateboard under your feet is the latest model, right?" someone questioned.

"I'm an employee of Vanke, and skateboarding is a perk...shit, I'm almost late for work, what the hell are you talking about." The white-collar workers in New York immediately jumped into the air and flew towards the Doom Building.

"Oh, it seems like having to go to work is really hard." The tourist from Tianchao shook his head.

The people around were shocked when they heard this and immediately asked: "Is it you?"

The tourist from Tianchao nodded and said honestly: "I used to be poor. After selling my jade, I planned to come to New York to look for investment opportunities and try the exotic customs."

"Brother, how many star coins were sold?"

"Without star coins, it would be about 10 billion in U.S. dollars."

"You are stupid. I heard that the ambassadors on Consul Street privately promised to give you 150 million star coins for each jade and an additional immigration visa." The people around him sighed, as if they had wasted this great opportunity.

As Apocalypse left, New Yorker topics around the park became more and more biased.

"Immigrating to aliens? Wouldn't that be a traitor?" the Chinese people exclaimed.

"But if I don't immigrate, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the star coins. The entire League of Nations only has a few million star coins. If you take one or two hundred million, they will allow it?" said the old man in New York.

"Aliens are not good people. When you immigrate, who knows, they will dig a hole and bury you? Or sell it to the government?"

And 150 million star coins is a sky-high price on Earth, but when it comes to aliens, the price... haha, I can't even live comfortably on Earth with 10 billion U.S. dollars." said the Chinese.

"That makes sense." The person next to him nodded in agreement.

"Brother, you have extraordinary knowledge. What industry do you plan to invest in?" Someone looked at the Chinese people with admiration and asked.

"The best ones are, of course, Minions or Hammer Healthcare, but we still have to wait a year before they are officially launched.

On the contrary, Vanke... Vanke and his son are not much worse than Stark and his son. The key is that Vanke and his son are diligent.

Tony is smart, but... Well, Vanke has the highest potential, Stark comes second, and Hammer... Well, the Ministry of Defense patrol boats are all ordered from Hammer Power Group. You can also try Osborn.

The Green Devil Skateboard takes the cost-effective route and is worth investing in.”

The enthusiastic old New Yorker talked non-stop and began to introduce several star stocks to Chinese tourists.

"Thank you, but I plan to start my own business." The Tianchao man shook his head and refused.

"Young man, are you also a scientific genius? A highly intelligent person?" The old New Yorker was surprised when he heard this.

"No, I'm just an ordinary university graduate, a liberal arts student." The Chinese man's face turned red, and he shook his head quickly.

"Alas, if you are not even a high-level wise man, how can shareholders have confidence?" The New Yorker said in disappointment.

"Uh... Old sir, the textbook says that most of the civilizations in the universe have never given birth to a wise person. Even the three former empires of Kree have not had level eight wise people for hundreds of years.

I'm just starting a business, so I need high-level intelligence? Isn't the requirement too high?" The man from Tianchao said with twitching lips and pain.

At this time, all the people watching the excitement were gone. After all, everyone had to go to work. Only two tourists from China and a retired New Yorker were left sitting on chairs on the roadside chatting.

"That's true, but the earth is different!"

The old man slapped his thigh and sighed: "Young man, you rarely trade in stocks, right? If you trade in stocks, you will look at the financial statements of each company, and you will understand what I mean.

Since the level of wisdom has become known to the majority of investors, the leaders of listed companies, or the heads of technology research and development departments...their level of wisdom has become a more important reference indicator than the quality of assets and turnover.

For example, why do people on earth want to invest in Minions and Hammer health products?

Isn’t Miss Hanson recognized as the smartest person in the universe?

We are not smart, but there is nothing wrong with following smart people.

Do you think, if you were engaged in the same industry as a high-level intelligent person, would consumers buy yours or his?"

"It seems to make sense!" The Tianchao man touched his chin and nodded.

"Either you are a wise person, or you find a wise person to be your partner."

"However, the industry I want to engage in does not require much wisdom." The Chinese said again.

"Is it the service industry?" asked the old New Yorker.

"right."

"Sigh, even though there are tens of billions, it can't withstand a few squanders. In today's world, there is no future unless it involves the interstellar industry." The old New Yorker advised.

"I just serve the aliens."

"Oh, are people from China also planning to join the club?" The old New Yorker looked strangely in his eyes.

"What club?"

"The Men in Black's Alien Friends Club, um, Neon, the kind that South Korea and Thailand join." Seeing that he was confused, the old man explained in detail.

"Oh, no! I am a cultural person, we Chinese men don't..."

The man from Tianchao was so anxious that he blushed and danced around in excuses. In order to prove his innocence, he simply said: "I graduated from the Chinese Department, do you understand Chinese?"

"Long live Queen Maya!" The old man nodded and shouted in proficient Mandarin.

"Yes, that's it. What do you think is the hardest hard currency in the universe?" The Tianchao man nodded and asked.

"Star coins?"

"No, star coins are also currency, so they are rare to people on earth." The Chinese people shook their heads.

"Antimatter energy bar?" The old man watches the news every day and has a lot of knowledge.

"I asked the hardest."

"Science and technology? Oh, advanced wise people and people with super powers can also be sold for money, that's pretty tough." The old man said.

"Is it as hard as Maya's jade?" the Celestial Man said calmly.

"Well...it seems to be true. The young man is very nice and insightful!" The old man gave a thumbs up and praised.

The people from the Celestial Dynasty also became interested and continued: "The old gentleman also knows how the Mayan Jade came from, right? Tell me, if I set up a Chinese class to teach aliens to learn Chinese, would you do anything?"

"But, they have alien translators." The old man hesitated.

"Hi, my New Oriental Group's customer base is positioned in lower civilizations.

The textbook says that 99.99% of the civilizations in the universe have not even reached level one. What translators and learning machines do they have?

For lower civilizations, learning Chinese is equivalent to gaining the opportunity to change their destiny, and the specialties of their civilization can also be exchanged for star coins, right?

My idea is to open New Oriental training courses throughout the universe.

In China, my company has recruited 500,000 employees and is just waiting for the price of the spaceship to drop, or to be listed in the United States, so that every instructor can fly the spacecraft and search for every civilization that needs to learn Chinese." The Chinese person said impassionedly.

"Brother, don't say anything anymore. What's the stock code of New Oriental? Brother, I'll sell my house and buy stocks!" The old man took out a watercolor pen and asked excitedly.

"How about you let me be a shareholder? I'll introduce you to Miss Hansen." The old man tentatively asked.

"Do you know Miss Hanson?"

"Hey, she and I are neighbors, you can call me Old Punk. I used to have a Punk Hotel, and I met Planeswalker Warren out of nowhere. Alas, she saved my life!"
Chapter completed!