Lyme's address of "Mr. Lin Qi" made everyone in the room's eyes burn with excitement. Even those who were slightly tipsy sobered up.
They had gathered here today precisely to meet Lin Qi and discuss how they could all make money together going forward.
There was a rather unfunny joke in Bu Peien's Financial Center—
"If you had a million, what would you do?"
"Invest in industry!"
Most people would probably think this was a perfectly normal question and answer, but here, it was a joke.
The construction cycle in the investment world was long, and there was no telling whether there would even be a return.
Not every business could make money. Even when the overall environment was profitable, plenty of small and medium-sized enterprises still went bankrupt and shut down.
Even if one invested in the right project, the long wait for returns could still leave one utterly bored.
To these financial elites, the only thing truly worth investing in was finance.
A million could enter the market in the morning and leave as two million in the afternoon. After three or five days, or a week, that million might already have ballooned into ten million!
That was why this street was drunk and decadent from morning till night, drowning in luxury and pleasure! The financial elites here had long since stopped treating money as money! When money came too quickly, they lost all reverence for it. If you could earn in a day what others could not earn in several lifetimes, you would not hesitate to spend it lavishly either! Although many people failed and jumped off buildings, people's eyes always followed the successful.
No one had ever thought they were born losers. People could not see the corpses smashed beyond recognition below; they could only see