As the dean of Columbia Business School, Glenn Hubbard is much harder to see than Joseph. Li Zhiyi waited in line for a long time and saw two people carrying cameras leaving, so he was able to enter the office.

"Does the business school have any publicity plans?" Li Zhiyi started the topic casually.

"No, they made movies."

Glen Hubbard was thin and had a pair of glasses on his nose. He was very gentle and gentle, but his face was not very good now.

When Li Zhiyi heard this, his thoughts turned around and suddenly remembered a film about the financial crisis. The film director interviewed Hubbard and made things difficult for him, believing that the professors in business schools were not to be shit.

Glen Hubbard's face was distorted.

"Speaking of this, I am going to donate $1 million to the school. Will the dean carry out publicity?" Li Zhiyi joked.

His current social status does not require a low-key attitude, respecting equality is mutual.

Glen Hubbard slowly wiped his glasses: "You have to ask the school board. If 1 million is designated to be donated to the business school, I'm happy to promote it."

"Haha, if I do this, I won't pass the exam this semester. However, 217 is willing to establish a partnership with business schools, such as giving priority to campus recruitment, providing funds to business schools for 'industry research' or something."

From the beginning of giving money privately to now working on the Internet to repaying others with each other, Li Zhiyi's way of nourishing his connections has improved little by little.

Unfortunately, Glen Hubbard was not grateful: "The cunning little guy said it seemed to give back to his alma mater, but in fact he wanted to take advantage of it. You should know that Goldman Sachs, Morgan... many Wall Street giants want to cooperate with the school that you said."

Some of the top business schools in the United States are not inferior to those of Wall Street investment banks in all aspects, and the outstanding students trained are even more popular. It can be seen that those institutions of Goldman Sachs set up a special department for this purpose - the university resource relations department.

Li Zhiyi was pointed out and smiled dismissively: "Okay, although 217 is famous and has less resources than those guys on Wall Street, at least in terms of money, he must be more generous than them."

"Are you serious?"

"217 will establish a securities fund next. The secondary market needs strong research team support, and I hope to carry out in-depth cooperation with the school in the field of quantitative trading." Li Zhiyi replied seriously.

Glen Hubbard thought a little: "Quantitative trading? OK, I will think about it seriously."

"Okay, there is no hurry to do this. This time I came here mainly to thank you for your help in the company's fund sales..." Li Zhiyi stopped and worked hard to cooperate with the business school. Now he is powerless and has no time to do it.

"It is the best thanks for the fund to make an excellent yield curve, so don't let me lose face."

"Don't do this. Dean, you are a strategic consultant of 217 and you have some confidence in us!"

“I am also a consultant to Morgan.”

Li Zhiyi was speechless and said, "Dean, do you have a plan for graduate school this year? I..."

"If it's you, please call now."

"I... my wife can do it, I won't be your apprentice in vain. I have a gift for apprenticeship. I heard you have a topic of giving condoms to the African people?..."

Li Zhiyi used his temptation to force himself and just lie on the ground and rolled around. Glenn Hubbard finally gave up a postgraduate quota this year. As for whether he can apply, it will be as good as possible.

This shows how difficult it was to get into Joseph's eyes at the beginning. These people who stood on a certain field of mountains may have various selfish desires, but they still have some original intentions to achieve their professionalism.

In the words of the novel of cultivating immortals: To be loyal to the Tao...

While thinking about the mixed feelings, I went to the company.

On the way, I happened to meet Henry, Dunlop and others hang out, and I was almost forcibly carried to attend a fraternity party. After all, I persuaded me to make an appointment for sure next time.

Brothers have a rule that they must attend parties regularly. Once a month, what if they do, they will be withdrawn from the meeting if they don’t go.

After dealing with it in a mess, when he returned to the company, Wen Qiang, the financial officer hired by Qiao Yang, was waiting for a long time.

"Sorry, Uncle Wen, I have something to do for a while, I'm late."

Communicating with fellow countrymen, Li Zhiyi prefers to use Chinese. He hasn't returned to China for two years and is wondering if the young ladies who live on the streets in Guancheng have changed their careers to do live broadcasts.

Fashion media sounds valuable.

Wen Qiang held his glasses and smiled kindly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the boss has a lot of things, dozens of people are waiting for you to have a meal."

"It's just a small fight." Li Zhiyi exchanged a brief greeting and said, "Sign up first, and then talk about what's next."

"Okay, here are 12 tax filing materials that require signature. Please read them carefully. The CDS mentioned earlier..."

In 2008, Li Zhiyi's revenue was more than US$100 million, TRS investment income, and company venture capital were calculated in 2009. A total of US$3.1 million in taxes were paid.

The actual tax rate of 3.1% is beyond expectations, so low that it can compare with those on the Forbes Rich List.

This proves that Wen Qiang has strong professional ability, and he also took advantage of his status as an overseas investor last year.

Li Zhiyi was quite happy to pay a million yuan less "protection fee" than expected and decided to consume shopping to celebrate the unexpected joy: "I am going to buy a house. Uncle Wen, have you introduced it?"

"House? Do you like a villa or a flat floor? Which area do you want to choose?"

Li Zhiyi's old face turned red: "In the city of Harmanton, it doesn't matter if the villa is flat, it's best to move in directly... It's far away from 57 Avenue."

"Oh, if you say this, I'll think about it..." Wen Qiang nodded slightly as if he understood something.

He handled the two properties under his name. He has seen any work of doing private accounting for the rich for decades. Are these requirements? No, it is said that the golden house hides a beautiful woman.

Following this idea, I continued: "There are many good properties in downtown Harmanton, how about 71st Avenue?"

"One of my old customers happened to buy a property. There was a townhouse there. Although it was not very far away, fortunately it was next to Madison Avenue, and it was quite convenient to go shopping and eat at night..."

The more Li Zhiyi heard it, the more embarrassed he became, and quickly pulled back the topic: "Yeah, I'm tired of living in the same place for a long time, and I want to change the scenery occasionally. Let's talk about it carefully first."

"I understand, I understand."

"Well, Uncle Wen, how much cash are you on hand now?"

"From your largest input TRS income, the actual income of various expenses was $587 million, the expenditure was small but the more. Citigroup mortgaged loans were 20 million, Long Island villas were 8.5 million, and 57 Avenue apartments were 4.7 million... After deducting the 20 million planned investment in the 217 fund, the final 522 million US dollars in cash was left." Wen Qiang said with a stern look.

The more Li Zhiyi heard, the more shocked he became. It was not because of the amount of money, but because of some expenses he forgot, Wen Qiang remembered.

For example, he only knew that he had jewellery and had spent more than four million on Siglid's house, but Wen Qiang bought a car, freight, and photos, and wrote it clearly on the account.

It's really scary.

Wen Qiang's importance in Li Zhiyi's mind has been increased by three levels: "Thank you for your hard work, so please say hello to the bank. I will use this money recently."

"Small things, small things. How much do you want to use?"
Chapter completed!