Chapter 217.1

"You want to invest in apple?" Lehmann's unbelievable voice came to Wang Jian's ears by telephone.

Wang Jian pondered for a moment and found an excuse, "isn't the website cooperating with apple?"

"I want to know the details of the partners."

"Oh." Lyman's voice, which then returned to calm, "it's very bad."

Then Wang Jian heard the sound of the paper turning at the other end of the phone.

"In this quarter, Apple's main business has dropped to an all-time low."

"The three major rating agencies, in the upcoming rating report, have rated Apple's stock as junk stock."

"Is apple in such a bad condition?" Wang Jian asked in surprise.

"Yes." Lehmann calmly replied, "now institutional investors have begun to sell apple."

"So, Wang, don't touch Apple stock."

"If you want to invest, you can buy Netscape and Yahoo. It's just that the prices of these stocks are high and there won't be much profit."

"Er..." Wang Jian paused for a moment and said slowly, "do you guess I want to invest?"

Lyman "ha ha" laughs, "Wang, actually we are the same kind of people."

"That's why our cooperation is so pleasant."

"Of course, some of the small business episodes are inevitable."

"In order to maintain our friendship, I can introduce you to the Madoff foundation."

"Its return on investment is amazing."

"As a well-known best-selling author in the United States and the founder of twitter, you are barely qualified to pass the examination."

Introduction, review?

Is this investment behavior?

Why did Wang Jian have the illusion of holding a cult ceremony?

"Well, forget it, you know I'm an atheist."

"I'm not used to this kind of secret organization."

"But thank you for your kindness."

"For the sake of enough profit, even the worship of Satan is not unacceptable." Lyman chuckled and replied, "of course, it's your freedom to join or not."

"If you change your mind, let me know at any time."

When he hung up the phone, Wang Jian sat in his office chair for a while.

Is apple in such a bad situation?

By the way, he turned over the statistics of the number of disgusting apples in his mind.

About half an hour later, Wang Jian drank his coffee.

This is simply a challenge to human limits!

When a man goes to buy a car and a house, he is looked down upon by others. Then he uses money to stun each other and capture the heart of a woman salesman by the way...

please, as a paper billionaire, he has already had professionals to do things like buying a car.

As for buying a house, many real estate agents have put almost all the information of luxury villas on their desks except the upper east side, waiting for them to see the house at any time.

So, there won't be anything that sales people look down on, OK?

As for using money to stun a sales girl, that's something the most new new money doesn't care to do.

The title of a billionaire is enough. OK.

"The nature of this novel is actually daydreaming." Wang Jian sighed and looked down at the table.

"However, the protagonists want to get a so-called 'Apple' mobile phone, which is more realistic."

According to his statistics, there are 32 "Apple phones" in the first 20 chapters of the three novels.

"So, will Apple phones be popular in the future, and will Apple computers turn over?"

Wang Jian thought for a moment, picked up the phone and said, "Tom, find me a trader who is familiar with stock trading."

"It doesn't need to be a good historical achievement, it just needs to be obedient."

"I understand." Tom answered directly.

But as soon as Wang Jian Gang put down the phone, the front desk of the company went into the office.

"Mr. Wang, a lady named Lily is visiting."

Lily?

How did she come here?

After thinking for a moment, Wang Jian said, "please let her in."

A few minutes later, Lily in a long black dress walks into the office.

Er...

I've only seen Lily in red before, but I didn't expect her to look pretty in black.

"Wang," said lily, looking straight at Wang Jian with her blue eyes instead of looking at the furnishings in the office, "Mr. John Kramer, it's almost over."

John Kramer?

Old man?

Wang Jian instantly remembered that the old man who was suffering from cancer had helped him when he was writing "I am the great mage".Without that old man, he would not be what he is today.

There were many times when Wang Jian wanted to visit the old man in the hospital, but he missed it for one reason or another.

Of course, it can also be said that he does not want to face the reality that the people who help him are dying in the hospital bed, but he is helpless.

Cancer that has spread can't be saved with money.

Wang Jian stopped for a moment and said slowly, "Mr. John, how have you been recently?"

"From the time the cancer spread to stage three, he no longer lived in the hospital, but moved home."

The expression on Lily's face, mixed with sadness and doubt, "but I visited his house several times, and he was not there."

So Lily doesn't know about the old man, either?

Wang Jian thought for a moment and nodded helplessly.

Indeed, the old man with terminal cancer no longer needs to report to the registration officer.

Is he still afraid that the US government will put him in prison?

"Recently, when a reporter came to interview you, I learned about Mr. John Kramer."

"Wang, as a sign in officer, am I very unqualified?" Lily's eyes began to turn red.

Really not qualified!

Thinking about the past, Wang Jian commented on Lily in his heart, "you take prisoners as the object of equal communication!"

"You're the best sign in Officer I've ever met." Wang Jian walks up to Lily and pats her on the shoulder to comfort her.

With a "wow" from Lily, she rushed into Wang Jian's arms and began to cry.

As he stroked Lily's back, Wang Jian comforted her: "come on, let's go and see the old man."

"Give him one last ride."

"Yes." Lily stood up in panic, wiping her tears.

"We have to go to the hospital. Mr. John Kramer has no family."

After they got into the limousine Wang Jianxin bought, he remembered one thing.

"You said there was a reporter to cover my past?"

"Yes." Lily glanced at Wang Jian. "It's said that the reporter is from NBC. They are making a documentary about contemporary American literature."

"But because of your special relationship with me, I didn't give an interview."

At this point, in a coffee shop in the Bronx.

Al was talking to the reporter.

"Wang is very talented. I knew it when he appeared in front of me."

"It's entirely predictable that he has achieved such an achievement now."

"Cough." The reporter coughed and whispered, "what we want is the most real side of Wang Jian."

"True?" Al looked at the camera, a little confused.

The reporter made a gesture to the photographer, who turned off the camera, took out a pile of money and handed it to al.

"Oh, true!" Al smiles, shoves the money into his pocket and nods.

"I fully understand!"