At the conference center.
Ryan's seat was at a rather obvious position.
His seat was near the director.
It was obviously specially arranged.
Everything was an effect for the show.
Everything was for the company's benefit.
After he sat down, the middle-level superiors came in one by one.
As soon as these people entered, their gazes fell on Ryan, only they themselves knew whether it was intentional or not.
Everyone was only surprised for a moment before quickly looking relieved.
They were surprised by Ryan's sloppy manner that did not have the slightest hint of nervousness.
On the other hand, they were relieved because he wouldn't have been chosen by the program team if he wasn't a problematic youth.
The director arrived not long after. Everyone stood up and applauded his arrival.
Only Ryan was sitting down the entire time, he showed no intention of getting up.
The program team reminded him to get up.
Ryan glared at them in response.
"Damn! This young man really has the guts, huh?"
"He's so ballsy."
"This is what a wastrel son looks like?"
"The father's prodigal son?"
"Just you wait and see. After the program ends, this kid's father will have a hard time."
The director took a long look at Ryan with a smile on his face. He did not say a word and proceeded to nod at everyone to signal them to sit down.
After they sat down, the company's quarterly investment meeting was held.
This so-called meeting was held to report each department's team's performance.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was intentional.
However, no one stopped them. After all, the company allowed the program team to film, it didn't hurt to promote their company.
The meeting had been going on for more than half an hour.
Ryan yawned, he felt too bored.
He eventually placed his feet on the table.
Everyone froze and looked at Ryan.
Ryan smiled and said, "You guys continue, I'm listening."
The program team members nodded.
The director also nodded.
What he meant was that this kid is here to gain experience, they should just ignore him.
The director gestured for everyone to focus on him.
The director said, "Have you noticed any companies that are worth investing in recently?"
Right after he asked, one of the managers answered as if he had memorized a script, "Mr. Wirth, all five groups from the investment department discovered that the fishing industry has been developing quite well recently. Some time ago, Fuma Fishery came to us, they've been wanting to increase their number of fishing boats. Coincidentally, a fishing boat company has withdrawn from the market with more than 30 fishing boats for sale. Fuma Fishery needs a certain amount of investment to buy these fishing boats. Upon investigation, we discovered that our city has a high demand for marine and river products, particularly fish. Therefore, I think that the company could invest in this fishery."
He finished speaking.
Wirth nodded and looked at the crowd, "What do the other departments think?"
Just as he finished his question, the remaining managers of the investment department eagerly commented and agreed.
The marketing department's survey also included big data that clearly stated the data of fish product transactions of the population of San Francisco. It was so detailed to the extent that even every family's fish product transaction was listed.
It was the era of big data, nothing was a secret.
The various kinds of data showed that investing in the fishing industry was extremely profitable.
Everyone looked at the director.
A smile appeared on Wirth's face. He tapped the table lightly and got up to speak.
Ryan spoke, "No."
His one-word sentence stunned everyone.
'Aren't you here to film?'
'Aren't you here to experience?'
'Aren't you a prince?'
'Did you really think that you're an investor?'
Everyone was a little dumbfounded.
Letting Ryan come here was supposed to be a mutually beneficial activity.
Otherwise, Ryan wouldn't even have the right to enter the director's meeting room.
"This brat, he's so funny. Don't tell me he really thinks of himself as an investor."
"He's really good at getting into character."
"Ryan, you just joined today, so you don't have enough experience. In the meantime, you should learn more. It's best you don't participate in things related to investment.
'Your father isn't even good at investing, let alone you.'
Ryan looked at the middle-aged man opposite him. After thinking for a while, he remembered who this person was.
Jon often complained about his opponent.
This middle-aged man was one of Jon's opponents, he was also an investment manager.
Both of them were competing for the position of general manager.
Although the two of them were from the same company, they were not comrades-in-arms, but enemies. They often tripped the other party up both openly and secretly.
Before Ryan could say anything, the director sat down from his again and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Buffett was only a teenager when he started investing. Perhaps Mr. Ryan will have some good suggestions."
Since the director had said so, the others did not dare to speak another word.
They all turned to look at Ryan.
Most of their expressions were full of disdain.
'What good suggestions could a child who was still wet behind the ears have.'
The director's forbearance was also for the show's effect.
However, for the current Ryan, whether the company made money or not had no big impact on him.
It was just that he had a goal now, and he wanted to make money quickly. Only then would he be able to expand his ambitions.
His source of income could only be gained through the commissions from the company's investments that brought revenue.
What's more, the head of the investment department had a commission of 10%.
If he earned 10 million dollars, he would get a commission of 1 million dollars.
This was also accompanied by risk, if he didn't earn money, his bonus would probably be deducted.
Ryan snapped his fingers.
Wirth's mouth twitched as he watched him.
'This f*cking brat. I'm much richer than your father but my son didn't turn out like you. How does ole' Jon educate his children?'
"Director Wirth, right?"
Ryan probably felt uncomfortable sitting down, so he stood up immediately.
"I have a friend who's from China. He knows how to observe the night sky and read the Eight-Trigram Map. He told me that recently, the sea wind direction hasn't been right, so there's a high possibility of a typhoon. Once there's a typhoon, the fishing boats will definitely be stranded and stuck. If that's the case, the money we invested will be tied up, and I'm afraid that we won't be able to get our money back for a long time."
"Friend?"
"Observing the night sky?"
"Typhoon?"
The board of directors, managers, and investors in the company could not help but roar with laughter.
"Hahahahaha."
"This child, he speaks without fear."
"What kind of friend is that, must be a scoundrel friend. You call that talent?"
"Observing the night sky? Does he really think that he's God? Can he predict the movement of the wind and clouds?"
The weather forecast said that it would be calm for the next two months."
"A typhoon? That's really funny. What month is it now? It's June. How can there be a typhoon? Typhoons only happen in October."
The comment section of the live broadcast exploded.
"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. This kid has the potential to be a shaman."
"Yeah, his friend? What kind of friends does he have? That friend of his observes the night sky. He must think that he's the weather forecast!"
Wirth was the director after all.
He called the shots.
Moreover, they were still filming the program, so he couldn't laugh like the others.
He felt that this ole' Jon's son seemed rather naive and cute.
He shook his head and said with a smile, "Child, I think it's great that you can share the company's worries. However, the matter of investing is complicated. Canceling a project because of some speculation is a big taboo in the investment world. Besides, the authorities have not mentioned anything about typhoons at the moment. Furthermore, the so-called observation of the night sky is simply impossible. Alright, Mr. Robert, you guys settle the matter regarding the fishing industry and try to sign the contract by tomorrow."
As soon as Wirth finished speaking, his subordinates immediately began to plan their investments.
Ryan felt that his intelligence had been insulted.
Even without the system, he was a man of his word in his previous life.
Someone actually dared to look down on him.
Ryan said in a low voice, "Since the director and the superiors have decided, then I won't say much. It's just that I also have an investment report here. I personally think that the return on investment is more than 200%, I hope the director can give it a green light."