I lost my job because I disagreed with my boss’s investment ideas, so he fired me. In order to maintain his prestige and for his bullshit investment plan that would lead to tragedy sooner or later, he completely ignored the contributions I had made to the company in the past few years.
Fire me.
And why are so many people flocking to that investment plan that is obviously going to cause big problems in the future? Do they all have no brains? We are not the lowest level of civilians, and our information channels are much smoother. Why am I so detailed?
Analysis: They just don’t listen?
Am I wrong or is the world wrong?
Since no one can understand me, then I will leave here. The world is so big and I can always find someone who can understand me.
When I was packing up my things, I thought they would keep me. After all, I have the best ability, I have the biggest customers for the company, and I have made the most money for the company. But they ignored me.
They are still discussing the plan that disgusts me.
I thought that my colleagues would advise me and enlighten me. After all, when they had difficulties with their performance, I mentioned something to them and gave them alms. We usually eat together and get along very harmoniously. But they ignored me and looked at me indifferently.
I packed my things, and no one came to help me. They were all busy with their own things, and no one cared about me, as if I was nothing.
I don't know how to get downstairs, how to press the elevator button, or how to get out of there.
I want to cry, but I know I can't cry now, because those people can still see me, and I can't shed tears in front of them.
It's really cold in New York in January, just like my hometown. The air with the smell of sea water hits my face. At first, I can still tell which is wet and which is cold, but soon I can't tell. I can only feel it.
When the wind blows on my face, my skin hurts a little.
But within three minutes, the skin became numb and I couldn't feel anything. There was no cold, no wetness, and no pain. It seemed that this part was gone and no longer existed. You can only feel it when you move your jaw.
Only when the skin became hardened did I realize that I still had a face.
I held my office belongings and walked blankly on Fifth Avenue. I looked at the Empire State Building, the New York Public Library and other Manhattan landmarks, at the skyscrapers on both sides of the road, and at the various people at the foot of the buildings.
Brightly lit shops, shining colorful signs, huge LED backgrounds, and smooth glass curtain walls are intertwined together, showing the elegance and fashion here all the time, but the sky is so low
, as if it could crush it all at any time.
The skyscrapers here are really high. The black roofs seem to be connected with the sky. They are like pillars, supporting the sky. But I don't know whether the sky is too low or the buildings are too high.
It's strange, I've passed by here countless times, but why have I never noticed all this?
In other words, all this has never noticed me.
In this most famous concrete forest in the world, industrial civilization is so great, people are so small, and they themselves are so insignificant.
But these people don't feel that they are insignificant. They hang out in top shopping malls and high-end hotels. They are well-dressed and have bright smiles. The men are arty, and they all pretend to be like dogs, but they are all extremely dirty on the inside.
Women wear gorgeous or revealing clothes and show off their coquettishness. Even if they look pure and immaculate, they are just pretending. In essence, they are all whores.
"You are all clowns. I feel so sick for you." I shouted aimlessly to the crowd. The passers-by looked at me in surprise, with their mouths open and their eyes protruding, like dead fish...
.
I knew I was crying because the tears flowed down from my eyes and made my skin feel a little warm, but the heat soon dissipated in the cold wind.
I hugged my box, lowered my head and ran. I didn't want to stay outside for another second. It was too cold outside.
"Bang Dang" I knew I made a mistake, I bumped into someone. But I was too weak compared to that person, that person just staggered, and I was the one who fell.
The box containing office supplies hit the ground hard, the tape collapsed, and things were scattered all over the floor. Fortunately, it didn't rain today, otherwise everything would have been destroyed.
"Are you ok?" The man spoke, his voice was very good and magnetic.
I looked up at him and saw that he was a white man with blond hair, about 27 or 28 years old, with bright eyes.
"Hankyou." I ignored him and buried myself in picking up the things scattered on the floor.
"Okay, help you." So he squatted down and helped me clean up.
Although I don’t know exactly how much time passed, we all moved quickly and quickly picked up everything and put it back in the box.
I was about to thank him again, but I saw that he was holding a copy of my information and was immersed in studying it. There were plenty of lights in the surrounding buildings, which could make people see the content clearly on the paper. He frowned and looked like
He was very serious and it was obvious that he was deeply attracted by what was in the information.
Doesn't he know that it is rude to do this without other people's permission?
Although I was very angry, I decided to see what could attract him so much.
Oh my god, isn't this what I was laughed at just now? No, I can't embarrass myself in front of strangers anymore.
So I reached out to grab it, but he was very agile and nimbly dodged it by raising his left hand.
Now I was really angry, "Give it back to me!" Under the dual influence of anxiety and anger, what I blurted out was in Chinese.
"Are you Chinese? You are injured and bleeding." I didn't expect that he could also speak Chinese. Although his accent was a bit strange, it was not stiff and his tongue was very sharp and fluent.
After hearing what he said, I noticed that my wrist was bleeding. It should have been bruised when I fell down. I didn't notice it before, didn't feel anything, and didn't feel any pain. Now I noticed that the pain suddenly came out.
, the nerves under the wound seemed to be twitching unnaturally.
"I'll take you to the hospital." Without letting me say anything, he stopped a taxi and motioned for me to get in.
I don’t know why, but I didn’t resist and just got on the bus in a daze. Maybe it was because Chinese made me feel trustworthy.
After arriving at the hospital, he quickly contacted the doctor. It could be seen that he was very familiar with the hospital. Maybe he was also engaged in medical-related work.
Soon the doctor came to help me bandage the wound. The alcohol guessed that the wound was really painful, as if countless small needles were pricking your flesh. I clenched my fists hard and my hands turned pale.
"It hurts a lot, just bear with it and it will pass." He stood next to me, "By the way, what's your name so I can register it."
"kelly·wang."
"Okay, you wait here for me, and here is your information." He finally returned the information to me, and then went to the medical desk.
He came back soon and said, "Everything is settled. I hurt you and I will pay for it."
The wound was quickly treated, and the two of us sat facing each other.
"You are chinese?"
"Yes. You speak Chinese very well."
"Of course, I have been practicing for a long time." When he mentioned this, he was very proud.
"Are you a doctor?" I asked.
"No, why do you say that?" He was confused.
"I see that you are very skilled in finding doctors before, so I think you should come to the hospital more often."….
"Oh, because I used to do sports a lot and bumped into each other a lot. I often encountered injuries like yours, so I am more familiar with this set of procedures." For some unknown reason, he kept talking to me in Chinese.
Maybe it's to practice speaking.
After saying this, everyone suddenly stopped talking, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"Is your surname Wang? What's your Chinese name?" Or he broke the silence.
"Wang Ziqiang."
"Wang Ziqiang, why do you, a girl, have such a masculine name?" He was very shocked when he heard my name, and then looked at me with a complicated look. I saw a kind of emotion in his eyes.
The inexplicable nostalgia is very strange.
"My family has always wanted a boy, so I thought of the name before I was born, which means "Heaven is strong and a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement." It turned out that I was a girl. So my father named me Mu Xin according to the homophone.
Azusa, the rose of roses.”
"It turns out that this is the case. This kind of thing is inevitable."
After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and looked very hesitant. After struggling for more than ten seconds, he seemed to have finally made a decision.
"Ms. Wang, I read your analysis just now about not investing in Fannie and Freddie. It's very interesting, reasonable and prophetic."
Finally someone understands me? Is God kidding me?
"I see that you look like you have just resigned. Are you interested in working for me as my financial assistant?"
I didn't fully listen to what he said, and I didn't quite understand what he meant, but did he really think my analysis was correct?
"Uh, that gentleman..."
"You can call me Wang Ziqiang. This is my Chinese name, and my English name is paul·edison."
"Hello, do you really think my analysis makes sense?"
"Of course, your analysis is very correct, I think..."
Because the hospital is not a place for talking, we went to a coffee shop nearby.
He explained it eloquently, and he had the same thoughts as me, and in some aspects he was more thorough than I thought, as if he had experienced it himself.
This must be a revelation given to me by God, allowing me to meet him at this time. This may be a turning point in my career.
He told me that his main job in Orlando is basketball coaching. I don’t know much about this, but he is investing in two companies and will have a lot of cash to take care of in the future, so he hopes that I will go to Orlando with him to help
He manages finances, makes plans, and serves as his staff.
He is very humorous. I don’t know why I trust him very much. This trust is almost unreserved. When he mentioned the word "staff", I suddenly thought of a word that is famous throughout the country in my hometown, "Shaoxing Master". Maybe I
You can be a female master and the shadow behind him.
So when he invited me again, I agreed.
When I was down and out and was being questioned, I met someone who could understand me and who was very capable. Although the contact lasted for a long time, I am sure that the two of us would complement each other.
"This must be God's will" I said to myself silently.
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After Edison came down from the Olympic Tower, he stretched and moved his muscles.
As a result, I was suddenly hit by someone.
Edison looked down and saw a girl in bulky clothes fell to the ground. The box she was holding fell to the ground and the contents were scattered all over the floor.
Edison is a very enthusiastic person and quickly helped her pick up things.
When he was about to finish cleaning up, Edison accidentally glanced at the pile of paper he had just gotten up. It said "Analysis of the reasons why you cannot invest in two-bedroom apartments". Edison was very interested, so he read it carefully...
Just when he was looking at it, someone suddenly came to grab it. Edison subconsciously dodged and then grabbed the outstretched hand.
As a result, he heard the woman say in Chinese: "Give it back to me!" Edison felt very kind and planned to return the things to her, but found that the documents were stained with blood and the woman was injured.
So Edison took him to the hospital and treated his wounds.
In the subsequent chat, Edison learned that the girl's name was "Wang Ziqiang", which was the same as his name before time travel.
At this moment, Edison's spirit was in a trance. He felt that this was his opportunity and a proof from God that everything in his memory was true. This girl could make his confused and trembling heart gain hope.
Be calm and stop yourself from getting lost and doubting everything.
So after thinking about the information about the girl just now, Edison decided to ask her to be his assistant and keep her by his side.
As a result, after the two people chatted for a while about the fate of the two families in the future, Edison determined that this girl was very capable. She could see the smallest things and was a good business expert. Edison felt that she must be a New Year gift given to him by God, and even more
He was determined to keep her by his side, so he asked her to be his assistant.
Edison was very nervous when he said it, but he didn't expect the girl to agree readily.
"This must be God's will." Edison said silently to himself.
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I am Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, tonight...
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It seems that the most popular supporting teams in this book are Bayern and Manchester United. How embarrassing are you guys?
But today someone sent me a message, saying that he knew little about basketball before, but after reading this book, he is now talking about basketball and NBA with his colleagues, and no one can stop him. I am very happy.
