The white Porsche 911 quickly passed through Times Square and headed towards the Columbia University campus. This time there was no little boy standing on the street corner asking if he could step on the accelerator, and there was no long line of ostentatious luxury cars passing through the city.

New York Fashion Week signs on the streets have also been taken down and replaced with rental and sale signs. However, the flow of people is still dense, but the laughter has turned into groups of protests.

After more than a month of transmission, the financial crisis spread from the financial market to every individual in society.

Li Zhiyi parked the car and looked at the time, then walked into the school office building in two steps. He made an appointment to talk with economics teacher Joseph Stiglitz.

The office of the school-level professors is very large, with dark red wooden decoration covering the entire office. Sunlight shines through the glass windows all over the solid wood floor, and the air conditioner sends warm air to every corner, giving it a sense of tranquility despite the cold outside.

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"Teacher." Li Zhiyi did not mention his name.

Joseph is a sturdy old man with a gray beard and a pair of glasses who looks quite kind.

"Sit down, I haven't seen you for a while."

Joseph was sitting behind his desk, slowly making tea. The Minton bone china English tea cup inlaid with gold threads looked very valuable.

That was a gift from Li Zhiyi to the teacher. It seemed like it was given to his dog when he gave birth to puppies or when his son won the golf competition.

"You know, I've been busy lately." Li Zhiyi lazily picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Darjeeling black tea, it tastes good."

"Reappreciation."

Li Zhiyi turned his recently busy head and sniffed his nose: "Qimen black tea?"

"Yes." Joseph pushed the pastry plate in front of him.

"I heard it's going to snow. Winter in New York is always so long." Li Zhiyi changed the topic.

Joseph didn't reply. He relaxed and leaned back on the chair and looked out the window. The steam from the teacup was rising. Li Zhiyi didn't know which play the old man was singing, so he also turned to look out the window.

It was just after noon, and the sun was shining outside. A few students were lying on the yellow lawn to bask in the sun; in the distance, gardening workers were busy insulating the trees, blocking out the sound to watch the scene. Li Zhiyi's mind gradually became empty, and he yawned again.

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"Would you like one of the Cohiba mentors (cigars) I bought from the auction some time ago?" Joseph asked after an unknown amount of time.

Li Zhiyi came to his senses and took it out from his pocket and said to Hua Zi: "I like this."

In fact, he prefers to smoke Yellow Crane Tower and Nanjing. Hua Zi is very energetic and often uses it to refresh himself recently.

"You have to get used to this thing. Many guys always like to use habits to distinguish the same kind." Joseph cut the cigar and slowly lit it.

Li Zhiyi wondered why they were not used to my habits. Joseph could probably guess what he was thinking. He did not continue the topic and asked instead: "What is the hedging value of at-the-money options on forward contracts?"

Li Zhiyi couldn't help scratching his head when he heard a series of professional terms and words: "This doesn't seem to be undergraduate knowledge."

"But there are not many undergraduates as good as you. I heard that you still want to take leave. Come on, answer this question and I will give you two weeks of leave. Otherwise, you have to go to the principal's office to talk."

Li Zhiyi sighed, what a sin, he now wants to take a year off from school, or change his path to donate a teaching building or something in order to avoid the trouble of studying, but he probably won't be able to graduate.

After all, he is not a genius, and his grades are also very important to him.

Li Zhiyi murmured for a long time, but Joseph turned a blind eye and reluctantly spared him.

"Okay, now let's talk about it, what's the matter with you?" Joseph puffed out smoke like a Maitreya Buddha.

Li Zhiyi smiled and said: "I have found a good investment target, and I would like to invite you in the name of the company to write an analysis of... the Sharing Economy (Sharing Ey)."

Writing articles for companies is part of the income source of university professors. Before the financial crisis, Li Zhiyi’s professor, Mishkin, who was shamelessly disgusting, once helped write an article to endorse an Icelandic company, and the reward was US$125,000.

Iceland is now on the verge of bankruptcy, and the company Mishkin helped endorse is suspected of stealing national capital. Because of this, Lao Mi's reputation is somewhat bad.

How to convert money into social resources is an art. Li Zhiyi has never had any artistic talent, so he can only cultivate it slowly with this stupid method.

Moreover, the sharing economy theory has not been implemented on a large scale in the application field since it was proposed in the last century. Li Zhiyi can be regarded as a ladder for Joseph to give him the opportunity to advance to the next level in the academic field.

"Sharing economy, can you tell me more about it?"

But Joseph was not interested in this, which was not surprising. After all, the old man had already won the Nobel Prize in his own niche field.

Li Zhiyi took a sip of tea and organized the language: "Two young people in San Francisco created a website. The landlord posted his spare room on the website and rented it out as a hotel room..."

Airbnb, the unicorn in the Internet field that has brought about the trend of short-term homestay rentals and the sharing economy, is Li Zhiyi’s goal.

Now that Airbnb has just come out, and the founder is running into obstacles with a bullshit financing plan, he has the opportunity to get involved.

After more than ten minutes, Li Zhiyi explained the sharing model of Airbnb in general. Joseph was still not very interested, but no one had trouble with money. The old man was secretly moved.

His dear student had a hard time finding excuses...

"Okay, I'll start researching it."

Joseph adjusted his glasses and looked serious, while Li Zhiyi nodded.

After talking about this, Li Zhiyi made another request: "Also, you know that I am currently starting a business. I am very worried about my lack of experience, so I would like to ask you to be my company's strategic consultant."

In ancient times, there were monks who used calligraphy written by senior officials to fake the power of tigers. Nowadays, there is a certain Li who uses the title of a senior official to ward off ghosts and gods.

"I'm old, but I can help you introduce suitable candidates."

Joseph refused without hesitation, and Li Zhiyi knew it very well. What he wanted was the second half of the sentence.

The identities of the two parties are somewhat sensitive, especially at this time, the old man is ambitious and energetic, and Ye Yushi... also wants to enter politics, so it is impossible to directly charge him.

But it is still possible to recruit some retired old comrades to use their remaining energy. Respected old comrades are very suitable for giving guidance to young people, and the fire will be passed down from generation to generation...

The two agreed that Joseph would introduce him to a consultant as soon as possible, and that was the end of the matter.

After that, the master and apprentice talked about the future. Joseph said that starting the business was going well. Li Zhiyi listened obediently and said repeatedly that the bastards at BK (Bank of New York Mellon) were scared to death when they heard your name. Why?

How dare you cheat me?

After a chat about ghosts and ghosts, the master and apprentice were in a happy atmosphere, and Li Zhiyi took the initiative to say goodbye.

"Zhiyi, calm down and take your time. You are very young. This era is both the best and the worst for you." Joseph finally said meaningfully.

Li Zhiyi was stunned, and Joseph continued: "You are very impatient today. You can taste the difference between Darjeeling black tea and Keemun black tea, right?"

"Yes, thank you, teacher." Li Zhiyi paused.

Joseph waved his hand and said no more, and Li Zhiyi respectfully left the room.
Chapter completed!