At 9:58 a.m., outside the investor relations department on the fifth floor of the Vivendi office building.
Sunlight poured down from the huge blue glass dome. Dong Qiangqiang, who was sitting on a bench in the corridor, looked at the young foreign men and women in professional attire who walked by from time to time. He couldn't tell whether he was excited or nervous. He felt an inexplicable feeling. The feeling of déjà vu when going to the embassy for a visa interview before going abroad.
He clearly remembered that before his first visa interview, he was worried that he could not understand the other party’s questions and would be rejected, so he reviewed the German visa interview guide for most of the night. However, when he actually interviewed, the visa officer he met was a white-haired visa officer. , the grandfather with a kind attitude, all the questions he asked were carefully prepared, and finally got the visa smoothly. He didn't know if he would be equally lucky today.
At Duanmu's suggestion, he found a barber shop in downtown Paris and spent dozens of euros to get his hair styled again. Originally, he wanted to get a hairstyle common among Wall Street fund managers, but few Wall Street fund managers have long hair, and he didn't want to cut his hair short. Finally, with the careful consideration of the barber, he finally found a compromise. Although the effect is not as sharp as Ban Cun Lai's, it is still handsome.
If the hairstyle doesn’t suit you, you can only find it in your clothes.
Considering that dark suits are always safer and less likely to cause dressing accidents in business meetings, and that black suits are too formal and serious, Dong Qiangqiang specifically chose a slim-fitting plain weave suit between dark blue and light blue, except for the trousers. The jacket is slightly short, and the overall cut of the suit is very suitable. Even if the movements are larger, there will not be too many wrinkles. Paired with a light brown tie and shiny black leather shoes, although he still doesn't look like an investor, he doesn't look like an investor anymore. So like a student.
Although Duanmu did not set any tasks that must be completed for today's meeting, his palms still became sweaty. His previous limited work experience mainly focused on the Internet, but the people he was about to meet were financial professionals. He was trying to communicate with professionals before the battle. He would definitely be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.
Anyway, it's just a knife, no matter how much you ask, Dong Qiangqiang cheered himself up.
As soon as the time reached ten o'clock, the door of the office opposite him opened quietly from the inside, but no one came out. Only a rich nasal voice came from the room: "Is Mr. Dong there?"
This secretary has such a big air! Dong Qiangqiang sighed secretly and responded at the same time, stood up and walked in with his bag on his back.
There was a row of telephones placed horizontally on a large desk, and several small piles of documents were piled next to the telephone. Someone in the pile of documents was bending over the desk with his head down. When he heard Dong Qiangqiang's footsteps, he raised his head.
Dong Qiangqiang previously thought that Vivienne would be like other French women, professional women with beautiful faces, petite figures, and wearing fashionable suits. Unexpectedly, what caught his eye was an indistinguishable androgynous girl under a mushroom head who had been bullied at work. Face.
He instantly understood why he was rejected by the other party that day.
The face was expressionless and asked mechanically: "Please show me your ID."
Dong Qiangqiang gently placed the passport in front of her. She grabbed it, opened the first page, and compared the passport photo with Dong Qiangqiang's face seriously.
The passport was issued by Dong Qiangqiang before he left the country. In the photo, he has short hair and is a little chubby. After going abroad for nearly a year, he lost weight and his hair grew a lot. Vivian compared it for a minute before returning the passport to him, and then picked up the phone: "Ms. Louis, Mr. Dong is here."
"Let him in." A clean female voice came from the intercom.
Vivian tilted her head towards the other door in the house to indicate that Dong Qiangqiang could go in: "You have five minutes to communicate. I will call you in five minutes."
"Five...five minutes?" No one told Dong Qiangqiang this when making an appointment before, which surprised him.
Vivian lowered her head and got busy again, completely ignoring his doubts.
There was no point in talking, Dong Qiangqiang could only straighten his clothes and walk in the door.
Behind the large white desk was a high black chair with a swivel back facing him, and the person sitting on it could not be seen. Hearing someone come in, the chair slowly turned around.
This is a typical French beauty face, with delicate features and soft contours, coupled with a short neck-length perm of brown and gold colors. Dong Qiangqiang unconsciously reminded him of the French actress Sophie Marceau, so he didn’t even bother to detail it. Look at her outfit.
"Hello, I am Louise Ploud, the head of the Investor Relations Department." Her English pronunciation was standard, she spoke very fast, and she stood up from her chair.
"Hello, Ms. Louis, I am Dong Qiangqiang, the co-founder of Capture Zen Fund." Dong Qiangqiang respectfully handed over the business card he just received from Tong Lele yesterday, "This is my business card."
Louis gently put the document in his hand on the table, took the business card with one hand and glanced at both sides, but did not hand Dong Qiangqiang his business card.
"So..." Louise put the business card on the table, looked at Dong Qiangqiang and said with a smile, "Japanese? Is Zuo Chan from Japan?" Her arm slowly raised, as if gesturing for him to sit down at the big table close by. leather sofa.
"No, I'm Chinese. Capture is a newly established private equity fund, mainly engaged in investment in the European and American secondary markets." Dong Qiangqiang explained as he walked to the sofa.
As soon as he heard this, the smile that just bloomed on Lewis's face faded instantly. She quickly retracted her arm, sat back on the swivel chair, and said in a cold tone: "I haven't heard of any Zen catching fund. What can I do for you?"
The other party sitting and talking to Dong Qiangqiang made him feel like the other party's subordinate, but the other party took the initiative to sit down without any indication, which seemed a bit rude, so he had to continue standing.
"How big are you?" Louis asked again, "How many shares of our stock do you hold now?"
This question stumped Dong Qiangqiang. He didn't know the total amount of Duanmu's fund, nor did he know whether the fund would be kicked out by the other party if it was only a few hundred thousand euros. He could only answer with a smile: “Our fund has just started raising funds and we are currently unable to disclose details.”
"Still raising money? Does that mean you don't hold our stocks?" Louis caught his key words keenly and threw Dong Qiangqiang's business card into the trash can on the ground beside the table without thinking, looking up impatiently. Looking at the quartz clock on the wall, "We do not accept institutions that are not our shareholders. If you have anything else, you can contact my secretary. You can leave now."
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