In the building where the Swiss Bank is located, Xu Yanghong just finished an account opening business and went to the smoking room to smoke a cigarette.
There was a table in a small cubicle, and the exhaust fan was humming. It happened that two friends from the bank were also there.
"Hongzai, how many orders have you done today?"
Xu Yanghong handed a cigarette to the two people, one fat and one thin. They sat down, lit the cigarette on the cigarette case, lit it and took a puff, and then answered: "I made an order. The customer deposited a thousand Hong Kong notes." "
His passion for clients is based on work ethic. He has been in this business for a long time and knows all the rules. Maybe the sloppy old man looks like a hidden rich man? But to say that he thinks highly of the mainland guest who came today is not necessarily true.
He also pretended to ask them if Swiss banks have SMS reminder services? How much money do you want to transfer?
Look at that mainlander with two girls, one million Hong Kong dollars worth the sky. This little money is just like that in the eyes of the bank. He is too lazy to take the initiative to maintain the relationship. Just sending greetings via text message during the holidays is already a sign that he knows how to be a good person.
While chatting about the market's economic news and the gossips of the big guys, Xu Yanghong's cell phone suddenly rang. It was a call from his supervisor, "You loser, where are you? Come here quickly. Director Persson wants to see you." "
"I'll come right away." Xu Yanghong was shocked, this is the big boss. He was rarely seen usually, so he quickly put out his cigarette and rushed to the office of Parsson, director of UBS and general manager of the Asia Pacific region on the 12th floor.
Then figure it out. A client he handled who had just opened an account transferred US$1 billion from an overseas account.
Xu Yanghong felt like a beeping dog. One billion US dollars! Fortunately, he didn't do anything unusual when opening the account. Some of his colleagues are still a bit condescending when talking to mainlanders.
Parson was a short and thin middle-aged man, sitting behind his desk and smoking a cigar. After understanding the situation, he ordered: "Irving, you and Erwin should contact him now. You must let him feel that we are Excellent service from UBS.”
As long as the source of funds for this level of customers is legal, he should also pay attention to them.
"Okay, Mr. Parsons."
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The Bank of China Tower is a landmark building in Central, Hong Kong Island. The total construction area is 129,000 square meters, with 70 floors above ground. The building is 315 meters high. Designed by the well-known Chinese-American architect I.M. Pei, it was the tallest building in Asia at the time when it was completed.
Its shape is like a rising bamboo, which symbolizes strength, vitality, growth and enterprising spirit. The granite exterior wall of the base represents the Great Wall and symbolizes China. It has won many architectural design awards. A real landmark building.
Jing Gao, Xiao Qiao, Wu Jingshu, and Fu Ye stood downstairs in the Bank of China Building and walked in.
If he had come here in the 1990s or early 1990s, he might have felt some admiration. But the motherland is changing rapidly at the moment, and we monopolize the tall buildings in Asia. Just look at the appearance.
The top four floors of the Bank of China Tower and the 19 floors at the base are all office buildings owned by Bank of China Hong Kong. The other floors are all rented out. More than 100 companies, large and small, have offices in the Bank of China Tower.
Wei Chenjun's office is also located here, located on the 40th floor. The bright tempered glass door and the office area are designed in a gray style and are spacious.
The little girl leading the way was about 26 or 27 years old. She was petite and wore a fashionable khaki long skirt with an S curve. She attracted the attention of the traders in the company and said with a smile: "Mr. Jing, please come over here." !”
It can be seen that Wei Chenjun's company does not have the professional attire of a financial company. Everyone wears their own clothes. The style goes well with her office area.
Wei Chenjun was sitting behind his desk to take a rest. At this point, she was almost going to bed after get off work. She was wearing a white lapel business T-shirt and a black midi skirt. She wasn't wearing stockings, but when she stood up to greet her, the smooth pink legs under her skirt looked even prettier than wearing stockings.
"Mr. Jing, hello!" Wei Chenjun, with his beautiful nose and bright eyes, shook hands with Jing Gao, asked him to sit down, asked his assistant to go with Xiao Qiao to verify capital, poured Jing Gao a cup of coffee, exchanged a few words, and replied. Jing Gao’s question: “
Doing stocks, futures, and bonds often relies on personal ability. Creativity is required. So, I didn’t ask my employees to wear professional attire. "
what is this? The company on Wall Street provides last name and pronunciation. Anyone who has seen the movie "The Wolf of Wall Street" knows this. She had seen with her own eyes how those traders pursued excitement.
The reality is even more absurd than the movie!
Jing Gao smiled and nodded, drinking coffee, which tasted a little bitter. He didn't even understand red wine and tea, let alone coffee. He asked, "Mr. Wei, do you have any white sugar?"
"Sorry." Wei Chenjun smiled softly and said, "I'm used to making coffee for others." He stood up and went to the coffee machine in the corner to look for sugar. He turned around and asked, "Would you like milk?"
"Add a little more."
Let’s chat for a few words and the capital verification is over.
No matter how calm Wei Chenjun appeared on the surface, chatting and laughing with Jing Gao, he could not hide his shock. With a net worth of twenty-seven years old, she really wanted to ask which big family Jing Gao came from.
The assistant prepared the contract in Chinese and English, and Wu Jingshu was there to review it. Wei Chenjun got up from behind the desk, sat on the sofa with Jing Gao, holding a coffee cup, and said with a slight smile: " Mr. Jing, I will follow your request."
We talked about it during dinner yesterday. When Jing Gao's funds came in, he didn't just want Wei Chenjun to help him operate and make money, but more importantly, Jing Gao wanted to block certain stocks. Therefore, Wei Chenjun needs to wait for news from him.
Jing Gao smiled and nodded, "This may have to wait."
The purpose of his coming to Hong Kong Island was to kill Zhao Canglong with "outside moves". He didn't pay any attention to the fat man jumping up and down. To put it bluntly, this is just a little grasshopper.
The beautiful woman in Dong Lingxi used Fatty Ma as a "touchstone" to weigh his weight. Zhao Canglong used this fat man as a "fort" on the chessboard and blasted him.
As for him, Dong Ling, Xixu and Wei Snake, they pretended not to be aware of Zhao Canglong's thoughts. But I thought about the whole big one!
It will be much easier to deal with Fatty Ma if he gets rid of Mr. Zhao, who is behind Fatty Ma. What era are we in now? Fatty Ma publicly threatened to cause him to have a car accident on the street. Has this style of doing things gone wrong over the years?
What he needs to do now is to know the stocks that Zhao Canglong has invested in.
He definitely wouldn't be able to get this information. But there is one person who might get it: Zhong Qiming, who has just been promoted to vice president of Beijing Bank. Or, to be more clear, it was Dong Lingxi’s ex-husband Fan Yang who was behind him.
While talking, the contract was signed. Wei Chenjun got up and walked Jinggao to the door of the company. Erwin and Owen, the investment directors of UBS, were already waiting at the elevator entrance.
