The three of them had a very interesting chat.

The binding of capital is the strongest relationship in the world. We are all standing in the same trench, there is no need to worry or be suspicious, and we are naturally laughing and laughing.

Of course, you must first have capital.

"Have you finally given up on that small grocery store in the Big Apple?" Hearing that Old Smith had given up the Apple City investment institution to Zhang Yanming, Old Walter, who had always been serious, finally smiled.

"No, I'm not selling it. It's my treasure. I asked Zhang to help me take care of my property as a reward. Although it's very small, only a few hundred million, it's my hard work. I believe it's in Zhang's hands. They will really glow with youthful vitality. They are so cute."

Old Walter put away his smile. This vulgar farmer not only used his son to defraud him of his treasure, but also always showed off nakedly in front of him. It was so annoying. Doesn't he just have a little more rice than me?

Although they are indeed cute, I am indeed quite envious of them.

I have studied hard since I was a child, and entered the financial industry as an adult and worked hard to become a gold-collar worker. After so many years of hard work, I am still not as rich as this farmer. How can I argue with a banana like a pear?

"Zhang, are you ready to enter America's financial market? Do you want me to introduce you to it?"

"No, thank you, thank you very much. I am actually not very interested in the financial market. Relatively speaking, I probably prefer industry and trade. I will also engage in work in these areas in the future. I will be exposed to finance, but not too in-depth.

As a successful person in this industry, you should be able to understand many of the things involved, as well as the risks. To be honest, I don’t really like it. Finance may only be a way for me to preserve wealth for a long time. .not a career.”

Old Smith and Old Walter were both lost in thought, and the room became quiet. The green smoke of the cigar rose in curls, changing shapes and gradually spreading out.

"I always thought you were a born financier." After a moment of silence, Old Walter broke the silence: "Your talent and performance in finance simply surprised me. I didn't expect that your choice was industry."

"Thank you for your optimism about the industry. This is very good news for me. To be honest, I have been a little hesitant during this period. The belief that I have persisted for many years is wavering, and the agriculture and animal husbandry industry is becoming more and more silent.

Look at the news and newspapers. They are all finance, and they are all financial giants. They are like stars, shining brightly, representing success and hope.

During this time, I have been thinking about whether my persistence for so many years is wrong, whether I have failed to keep up with the times, and whether I should change something, such as engaging in finance, and becoming a fashionable person.

Thank you, Zhang, thank God for bringing you to Bree." Old Smith put his right hand on his left chest and bowed his head to Zhang Yanming.

"You are too polite. I am young and still have many things to learn from you. Everything now is more about luck. Luck is like clouds in the sky. It exists but cannot be controlled.

In my mind, the financial industry is like a cloud floating high in the sky. It is beautiful, arrogant, and unpredictable. Although it comes from the earth, it does not belong to the earth after all, and we need to be down-to-earth to survive."

"What kind of economy do you think is down to earth?" Old Walter asked.

"I'm not qualified to define anything, Uncle Walter, I'm still a young man."

"Okay, young man, tell me your opinion, or opinion, what is the difference between industry and finance?"

"Well, in my understanding, what can create wealth is down-to-earth, a farm, planting seeds, harvesting fruits, a factory, inputting raw materials to produce goods, and building a house to live in. This is industry.

Finance is a derivative economy based on industry. It does not create wealth on its own, but deprives it from industry, practitioners, speculators, and any participating players.

Its foundation is in the body of industry, and it cannot exist if industry dies.

People can still live well without finance, but they cannot survive without industry. This is the difference."

"You mean, the financial industry is a harm to the industry, right?"

"No, no, I don't mean that. Everything exists for its own reason. From a certain aspect, the financial industry is helpful and promoting to the industry. No one can deny it."

"But you don't seem to like it that much."

"Yes, I don't like it very much. In any case, it is the essence of adsorption and deprivation. Everything needs to have a rule and a degree, but who will control it? People are greedy and there is no limit."

"Is there no end?" Old Walter frowned and thought.

Old Smith was very happy and poured a glass of wine for Zhang Yanming: "Come on, Zhang, I think we should have a drink."

Zhang Yanming raised his wine glass and clinked the two. He took a sip and found that the wine was okay. It must have been brewed by the farm itself. It did not overemphasize the acidity and sweetness, but was very palatable.

At least Zhang Yanming felt comfortable drinking it.

"Come on Walter, those issues don't need to be considered by us, that's a matter for the big guys. Come on, have a drink. The sunshine last year was very good, and I'm very satisfied with this batch of wine. Let's have a taste."

"Okay, let's have another drink. I rarely drink. I don't like it to anesthetize my nerves. I don't like that feeling."

"Unable to control?"

"Yeah, it's frustrating to have no control."

"Yes, the handle of the gun should always be held in one's own hands." Old Smith agreed, raising his glass and clinking it with Old Walter: "But that doesn't stop us from occasionally letting loose. Man, you are too strict with yourself.

Fortunately, Julie's personality is not like yours, otherwise I would have to worry about my Brie."

"Brie is a good young man." Old Walter raised his glass and clinked it with Old Smith, praising his son-in-law.

"Of course, of course," Old Smith said happily: "A good girl should be with a good boy, and they will be happy."

"Will you continue to help them manage their property? Zhang." Old Walter turned to look at Zhang Yanming.

"As long as they are willing, I will be happy to help. It depends on what they want. In fact, the VIP service of UBS is quite reliable."

"Can I entrust the funds to you?" Old Walt added.

"As long as you believe me, I have no problem. But I told Uncle Smith that in the future, finance may be more of a long-term operation, and I can't give any guarantee in terms of income."

Old Walter raised his glass and clinked it with Zhang Yanming.
Chapter completed!