Chapter 202: Wall Street

"I'm full."

After eating the last piece of lamb rib bone, Zhou Fenglan burped with a little oil on his smooth chin.

Even for a little princess who is detached from worldly affairs, the way she gnaws bones is no better than that of a normal person. Yu Tong is the same, using her cell phone camera as a makeup mirror to touch up her lipstick.

Xie Jingxing still acted like a noble young man, because he didn't bite off any bones at all, and his heart was full of hunger for more than one billion US dollars in cash flow.

"What are your plans for the afternoon?" Zhou Fenglan was in high spirits.

Yu Tongjiao's pretty face blushed: "Jingxing has to hold a cocktail party for its investment in the NBA team. I'm going to hire a service company to go to the villa in Long Island to set up the venue in advance."

"I'll go over the contract this afternoon." Zhou Fenglan waved the contract as a gesture.

“Contact me anytime if you have any questions.”

Xie Jingxing took over the conversation: "I went to school and made an appointment with Professor Joseph."

"Okay then, let's go." Zhou Fenglan simply stood up and said goodbye.

"We'll send you off."

Yu Tong spoke first, and the three of them walked out of the restaurant together.

The white Porsche 918 left in the wind as elegantly as it came, while the black Rolls-Royce convoy was like a mountain, moving steadily away in the opposite direction.

"Come back early in the evening. I've made a reservation at the German restaurant I often go to on 57th Street." Yu Tong said affectionately.

"Okay, there's an auction tomorrow, do you want to go check it out?"

"Forget it, let's go play shooting tomorrow. We haven't played for a long time."

"it is good."

Xie Jingxing opened the car door, got out, and walked into Columbia University.

Playing shooting, watching movies, shopping and visiting exhibitions, he only met Professor Joseph for three consecutive days, and spent the rest of the time accompanying Yu Tong, playing the role of a qualified fiancé.

On the fourth night, they dressed smartly and formally and stood shoulder to shoulder at the door of their villa on Long Island Beach.

"This is my fiancée, Yu Tong." Xie Jingxing introduced her to every guest present.

Professor Joseph smiled politely and nodded: "You guys chat, I saw an acquaintance."

"He was always so focused in his own world."

The bronze-skinned, broad-shouldered white old man with a pompous expression and a mocking expression was the one who was selling the MSGS shares.

The old-school conservative wealthy people in New York are on the decline, and their assets in traditional industries are getting worse year by year. Their ancestral villas on Long Island's golden beaches were sold in exchange for cash flow during the financial crisis in the past few years.

The sellers are also wealthy people from China, Japan in the 1980s, the Soviet Union in the 1990s, the Middle East and South Americans in the millennium, and now the Chinese.

Waves of people came to New York waving checks and bought everything. Since he couldn't resist, he just enjoyed it. He used his connections to invite many guests to tonight's cocktail party.

There is really no need for the old man to show off his arrogance. Earning more money is the bottom line. There are two illegitimate children at home who are asking for child support.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Benjamin. I will sponsor your equestrian competition."

Xie Jingxing knew very well why Professor Joseph had such a cold face, so he changed the subject as if nothing had happened.

The white old man smiled and said, "Are you going to participate in my equestrian competition? I think my beautiful lady must want to see her husband riding a horse. It will make her feel safe."

"Masculine charm moment? Yes, I like it very much. Thank you for your invitation, we will definitely participate." Yu Tong's words and actions were dignified and generous.

The white old man took the credit and said, "I can't take up any more of your time. A congressman may come later. Be prepared to welcome him."

Xie Jingxing was calm inside. The stubborn old-school white country gentleman even sold his ancestral home and would rather show his underwear than lose face.

The prerequisite for old man Benjamin to help invite guests is 50 US dollars, paid in the form of sponsorship of equestrian competitions, which looks no different from the Eight Banners descendants in the early years.

"Hey, kid, investing in MSGS is a big deal."

Just after dealing with Benjamin, a thin, middle-aged white man with bulging eyes came towards him.

Xie Jing Xing opened his arms helplessly and hugged: "Mark, I am the protagonist today."

"Yep, so I dug out the most elegant dress from my closet, just for you."

Mark Mellon pointed his finger at his chest with a serious face and said: "You are still dazzling today, keep it up, I never make mistakes in my friends."

"Come on, go in and drink your wine. Come to the study on the second floor later. We have something to talk about." Xie Jingxing reminded in a low voice.

"Damn it, if you really want me to drink, you should come to me to discuss business tomorrow." Mark Mellon waved his hand in disappointment.

Although his last name is Mellon, he is an illegitimate child. He was not rescued from the lower white class until he was nearly 30 years old and was recognized as a family member. His bloodline belongs to the minority branch.

In the beginning, he could only get some pocket money from the family trust. With good luck and perhaps the talent in his blood, he made some money by investing in art hype and having one foot in the entertainment industry.

In short, not only does this person lack the temperament of an old American money family, he even has a rebellious spirit and devotes himself to emerging industries.

In the past two years, he has been actively engaging with the emerging Internet tycoons in Silicon Valley and is very interested in the field of blockchain and virtual currency.

Xie Jingxing got to know him through the Silicon Valley Venture Capital Club last year, where he signed a guaranteed investment agreement with the Zuckerberg Family Office, and he invested $2000 million in the Grapefruit US Phase I Venture Capital Fund.

"Brother Dong, thank you very much for coming to support us despite your busy schedule."

Xie Jingxing's face was almost frozen from smiling from the constant flow of people coming and going. Brother Qiangdong and Milk Tea Sister appeared in front of him, arm in arm. Beside him were several elites in suits and ties, who could be seen at a glance as people from Wall Street.

Brother Qiangdong laughed proudly: "You have the courage to venture into Wall Street, so you have to come and stand up for yourself no matter what. We can't let the Americans think that we don't have anyone in our country!"

"It's just meeting some friends. You are the one who is truly brave enough to venture into Wall Street." Xie Jingxing said something nice in return for his kindness.

Brother Qiangdong did not comment, but said that he ventured into Wall Street to share the money with capital partners and to make money from poor Americans.

Xie Jingxing invested in an American sports media company and started raising $5 million in funds. Many of the guests present were local New York politicians and businessmen.

The meaning of "bravely entering Wall Street" for both parties is completely different. The young man in front of him, who is in his early twenties, has a noble mind and lofty ambitions.

"Let me introduce you. This is my fiancée, Yu Tong."

Brother Qiangdong was secretly sighing, but he instantly wilted when he heard these words. What a bullshit, this guy has lofty ambitions. It is clear that this guy is a gigolo who lives off his wife.

First there was Teacher Zhou, and now there’s a fiancée named Yu.

Brother Qiangdong looked at the milk tea sister beside him and instantly felt that it was not attractive anymore. He also wanted his virtuous wife to help him achieve his lofty ambitions.

Milk Tea Sister was extremely grateful that Teacher Zhou gently advised her not to think too much. He was truly a role model for teachers. The thought of such a high-end game made her scalp tingle. She was afraid that she would not survive more than a single round.

The old man and young wife walked into the hall of the villa with a sympathetic feeling. They accidentally saw a cold figure leaning on the handrail on the second floor drinking alone, and they shuddered in their hearts.

Just deal with it and get out of here quickly. It would be bad if a happy event turns into a funeral and you get covered in blood.

Several executives from giant Wall Street institutions who followed Brother Qiangdong and listened to him and Xie Jingxing chatting and laughing in Chinese had no complaints at all. They waited patiently until they had enough fun chatting and greeted them one by one and introduced themselves.

"JD.com is expected to raise $20 billion through its IPO, with the IPO price expected to be between $16 and $18," Xie Jingxing said. "They are from Merrill Lynch and UBS, and as underwriters they can earn hundreds of millions of dollars from this deal. In addition, many Wall Street institutions will share profits from every aspect of JD.com's IPO process."

"This is the so-called capital feast. As long as there is money to be made, Wall Street giants will keep quiet."

Yu Tong was not affected by this. Since she was a child, everyone would listen carefully when she spoke.

"Based on this issue price, the valuation after listing can reach about 250 billion US dollars. Taihe has made a profit." She came to the conclusion through quick mental calculations.

Xie Jingxing glanced at her and said, "There is still a limited sale period. By the time the limited sale period comes, the price will be around 300 billion, and the rate of return will double."

"One billion dollars?" Yu Tong's eyes lit up.

Xie Jing Xing was speechless: "Dear, you know, a wife who is too smart will make her husband feel insecure. If you pretend to be stupid occasionally, I will love you more."

"I'll try my best to learn, but is it time to move on to the next step?" Yu Tong responded positively in an especially good mood.

"Clang, clang, clang."

There was a crisp knocking sound from the wine glasses, and the guests who were chatting in groups of two or three stopped talking tacitly and cast their eyes towards the center of the hall.

The well-proportioned young man with a straight nose wore a single-breasted suit with a lapel, a Windsor collar shirt, and a knight's medal on his collar.

A typical British tuxedo, worthy of a Wall Street upstart from Columbia University, with impeccable etiquette.

If he could wear a bow tie instead of wearing nothing like those Silicon Valley bumpkins who just open the top button of their shirt to show their casualness, he would probably get more recognition.

"I like sports and signed up for my alma mater's baseball team when I was in college. Unfortunately, I didn't make it through the interview. This is too bad, because my alma mater is Columbia University."

The relaxed voice echoed in the empty hall, and some Columbia alumni present laughed heartily.

Columbia University has the most campus clubs among American universities, but its baseball and basketball teams have always been terrible. What about the football team?

What? Isn't the annual "Public Trial of World Leaders Debate Competition" what Columbia University is most proud of? It's really cruel to expect a group of nerds to play football.

"They say that all the time, and everyone jokes about it like that."

Xie Jing Xing shook his head in self-mockery: "Maybe they are right. I don't have athletic talent, but fortunately I can create value for the world as a 'Columbia University graduate'."

"So I will continue to love sports, love Columbia, and love the city of New York in another way."

He raised his arm and pointed to Benjamin: "I am honored to be a part of MSGS!"

Typical American logic: one of the three sentences must be about influencing the world, and the other two must be related to passion and value.

"Welcome to join us!"

Benjamin raised his pitch in response, and the audience burst into applause.

The live band next to the dance floor in the hall played appropriate music at the right time. Xie Jingxing took a deep breath and stretched out his hand: "Dear, can I ask you to dance an opening dance?"

"My pleasure."

Yu Tong leaned forward slightly, and a strand of hair fell to the side of his ear, covering his expression so that it was unclear.

She was wearing a gorgeous dress and silver high heels inlaid with bright diamonds, and she spun onto the dance floor.

At this moment, the brilliant galaxy was under her feet.

Rotate, lift your legs, and lie on your back.

The support from her fiancée was more powerful than the dazzling stars. With the help of her fiancée's arms, Yu Tong danced lightly and gracefully, presenting the most dazzling opening dance for tonight's cocktail party.

"Darling, tonight is your time to charm."

When the song ended, Yu Tong lifted her skirt and bowed, her voice trembling slightly.

They kissed amid the cheers of the crowd. Zhou Fenglan stood on the second floor and watched quietly until the next song sounded - "One Step Away".

"Boss, there was something unexpected with the project."

After completing the most important process of the night, the guests chatted casually, and Xie Jingxing came to the second floor and was blocked.

Choi Yun-su, who has red hair, explained with an embarrassed expression: "There are US official departments on the Snowflake customer list. They urgently rejected Grapefruit America's investment in it on the grounds of national security."

"Grapefruit America's funding comes from the United States, and all of its employees are Americans, including white, black, and Asian people. We have achieved diversity." Xie Jingxing said lightly.

Cui Yunxiu looked ashamed and didn't know how to respond.

Snowflake is a cloud data storage company, so it is not surprising that it has official US customers.

The key is that it is the only cloud computing giant with investment opportunities, a return on investment of up to 100 times, and a market value of tens of billions of dollars!

When Xie Jingxing came to the United States to invest in ZOOM last year, he asked Song Anli to contact Snowflake, but the latter had no financing plans at the time.

He even thought in advance that this project would be difficult to invest in, and specifically laid the groundwork with Jim Goetz of Sequoia Capital, trying to get them to invest together to reduce trouble.

Now that Snowflake has finally taken the initiative to seek investment, he regards it as an important task during his trip to the United States, but in the end he didn't have the opportunity to show up in person at all.

"Then don't vote."

Xie Jingxing tilted his head and looked down at the various white-skinned people in the hall. He couldn't help but chuckle and walked towards the study room with big, decisive steps.

The fact that the Jews can shit on these people's heads proves that venturing into Wall Street is theoretically feasible, the only difference is the difficulty of execution. Before declaring failure, he has many opportunities to try.

It’s okay, today is just the beginning.

"shit!"

Watching Xie Jingxing walk away, Cui Yunxiu scratched his hair in frustration.

She had a deep memory of how Song Anli recruited her to join Grapefruit America, and she said she wanted to be one of the few female investors on the list of 'Best Venture Capitalists in the World'.

But the reality is that in the past six months, her daily work has only been to organize various work records and hold endless regular online video conferences to report to Xie Jingxing.

After much difficulty, I got the project, but it was ruined by force majeure.

"Excuse me, is there a rest room?"

I don't know when a yellow-skinned woman with a cold temperament came up to me, her cheeks were flushed and she reeked of alcohol.

Cui Yunxiu looked around briefly and didn't see her male companion. This kind of cocktail party couldn't provide her with a sex room.

"Sorry, you should ask the waiter." She said perfunctorily.

The cold woman stared at her for a few seconds: "You look unhappy?"

"Obviously." Choi Yun-soo spread his hands.

The cold woman pursed her lips and said, "I'm drunk. Can you please take me home? In exchange, you don't have to face the boss who made you feel bad tonight. Believe me, he will praise you and maybe even give you some substantial rewards."

(End of this chapter)