Under the tangled and curious eyes of countless people, the Wealth Forum was held as scheduled in the conference hall of W Hotel Center in Shanghai.
The car slowly approached the vestibule of W Hotel. From a distance away, Huo Huanyu, who was in the car with Li Jin, looked at the lively scene in front of him and said in surprise: "It looks like that."
The hotel vestibule was already crowded with reporters who came to cover the hotel. A large group of staff wearing suits and badges were working hard to maintain order.
With the flashing lights, this scene has the momentum and pomp of a large conference.
"Baohai International wants to use this forum to suppress the power of Huizhou merchants in Shanghai and squeeze into the core circle of Shanghai, the national financial center, so it naturally has to arrange it with great fanfare."
Li Jin was not surprised by this and said.
Huo Huanyu chuckled, his eyes suddenly lit up, he pointed at a young man not far away who was talking gloomily to someone, and said, "Isn't that that idiot?"
Li Jin looked up and saw that the young man was Ke Cheng.
"His father, Ke Yongxin, is the founder of Baohai International. He is considered the young boss of Baohai International, so he will naturally be present."
"Have fun!"
Huo Huanyu looked excited and rubbed his hands, "We agreed, if this idiot jumps up, don't stop me. It's made me bored in the past two days."
"It's Mr. Jin Qing Li's car!"
"Vice President Li is here!"
I don’t know which sharp-eyed reporter saw it first. After an exclamation, almost all the reporters ran to the slowly approaching car.
They all looked excited, eager to interview Li Jin for first-hand information.
The most embarrassing thing is the reporter who was interviewing some other subjects before.
One of the reporters from the South China Business Daily saw the old man in front of him still spitting eloquently. The excitement he had previously felt about grabbing the opportunity to interview this famous financial expert in Shanghai disappeared. At this time, he was only impatient.
and anxious.
Seeing that Li Jin's car was crowded with fellow travelers and there was almost no room left, the reporter became anxious.
"Of course, the experts' words must be authoritative and accurate..."
The anxious reporter saw that Professor Zheng was still spitting eloquently, but he could no longer hold back.
"Okay, Professor Zheng, thank you for your answer today. I look forward to you providing us with more financial knowledge in the future! Thank you!"
Directly interrupting Professor Zheng's chatter, the reporter did not even look at Professor Zheng's expression of constipation as if he had eaten a fly, and turned around and ran towards Li Jin's car.
Everyone was confused by the bald Professor Zheng.
Normally, in order to get an interview opportunity from me, these reporters would act like pugs and be as respectful as quails in front of me, but now they actually interrupted me and even left me alone!?
The furious Professor Zheng glanced bitterly at Li Jin who happened to get out of the car, and sneered:
"You're a young man who doesn't have all his hair. He doesn't know much about economics and finance at such a young age. He just made a fortune by relying on good luck! Let's wait and see how I deal with you on the forum!"
As soon as Li Jing got off the car, he was immediately surrounded by reporters.
Faced with the microphone that he wanted to put in his mouth, and all kinds of questions, Li Jin said with a wry smile:
"Everyone, please exercise restraint. After all, safety is the most important thing. If you have any questions, I will pick out a few and answer them one by one later, but please forgive me that time is limited and I cannot take care of everyone."