This sentence once again made everyone's eyes widen.
The returns on investment exceeded 200%.
Why don't you just commit robbery?
Even the best investor could only make revenue that exceeded 50% in a short-term investment, which was already very impressive.
To have revenue that exceeded 200%? That was simply a dream.
"This devilish child wants to defy the heavens."
"I bet his father is going to cry, Hahaha."
"This child is even weirder than the last delivery man."
"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter."
"Brother, what good business is it? Tell us. I'll invest 2 dollars too."
The number of viewers in the live broadcast went up in a short amount of time.
The program team did not expect such an ideal effect.
So they did not stop Ryan.
Once again, Wirth had a playful smile on his face. "Ohhh..." He said in a long voice.
"The revenue is so high? Show me your investment plan."
Ryan did not get up.
He felt that it was beneath him to stand up and speak.
'A bunch of idiots.'
They did not understand the business market and looked down at people.
He felt that he wasn't being taken seriously.
He threw the investment report disrespectfully towards Wirth.
Wirth held back his anger and picked it up.
It only took him a glance for his entire body to tremble.
If people could really spit smoke out of their seven orifices when they were angry, then Wirth must be spitting fire out of his now.
He threw the investment report in the middle of the table as if it was trash and said, "All of you, take a look!"
All of the investors were curious. What kind of investment report did this brat show, and made the director this angry?
When the first manager picked up the report.
"PFFT..."
He burst out laughing, "Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Mr. Ryan, you actually allowed the company to invest in raising pigs?"
Ryan did not get angry and said, "Sorry, you read it wrong. That's imported pork."
"Hahahahaha."
The audience could not help but burst into laughter again.
"Imported pork? Are you crazy?"
"Who's gonna buy it?"
Everyone knew that the Americans mainly ate beef and mutton.
"If Jon's investment company invests in this business, I think they will definitely suffer a huge loss."
"Yeah, this devilish brat is just here to cause trouble. He's not even half-serious."
Wirth was also a little angry. This was simply horseplay.
The report was very clear, as well as Jon's comments on why it would not work. It was all written clearly.
An immature kid actually dared to boast that such an investment could bring over 200% of revenue? If this was not a joke, then what was it?
He stood up and was about to end the meeting.
Ryan said unhurriedly, "If there really is a typhoon, then the international trade industry will be blocked. There are 10 million Chinese in America, over two million Germans, and 500,000 people nationalities from other countries who eat pork. Although they are scattered around in America, with no imports at that time, bringing in a large amount of stocks now will definitely bring high profits. Don't you want to earn this kind of money?"
After Ryan said that, everyone looked at him as if he were a joke.
Then Ryan's anger grew.
"F*CK, in my previous life, I was the crown prince of the company, being laughed at by all you clowns really lowered my status."
"Didn't you think through about what I said? The value it carries? How could you underestimate me?"
Ryan was extremely angry.
But he still wanted to give Wirth a chance.
He got up and stood in front of Wirth. Although Ryan was only 17 years old, he was half a head taller than Wirth.
At this moment, the program team became nervous and gave Ryan a close-up.
'What is this brat trying to do?'
'Good heavens...he's not going to hit me... is he?'
'But who knows? From his resume, this kid is a fuerdai.'
'He's involved in all kinds of bad things.'
Everyone became nervous.
Even the director's bodyguards were prepared to confront Ryan, in case he suddenly attacked.
Ryan came close in front of the director and adjusted his suit.
He patted the dust off the director's body.
This action stunned everyone. What kind of act was this?
Wirth was also a little nervous.
Ryan was so tall. If Ryan suddenly caused trouble, it was inevitable that he—as the director—would be in a bad place.
This was a live broadcast.
"Grace. Grace."
Wirth kept reminding himself in his heart.
After he adjusted Wirth's clothes, Ryan looked at everyone and shook his head. "I'm honored, I'm honored."
Everyone was stunned. What was he honored about?
Honored that they didn't invest? Or what?
"Old Jon, how could you be with a bunch of colleagues who have no business sense yet arrogant for all these years?"
"It's really worse than sh*t. You're an investment company, you can't even assess the risk in all aspects. What kind of f*cking investment company is this?"
"You guys—"
Ryan's gaze swept past all of Jon's colleagues and finally landed on Mr. Wirth. He said, "And you, you're just a piece of sh*t."
"I quit. I quit."
"Ah—"
"He actually quit publicly."
"Look, Wirth's eyes are so wide, they're about to pop out to the ground."
"Oh my God, what level is this brat? He actually quit on his first day of work."
"Staying in this company is a complete waste of time."
"Most importantly, with my talent, I still have to work for you guys. The amount of money I get paid in the end is negligible. Do you guys deserve to be served by me?"
Ryan began to spew maniacally.
"F*ck, all of you have is your pig-like nose sticking up. You guys really know how to act like elephants."
"You don't even listen to me. What a bunch of sh*t."
This was a live broadcast.
It was a complete mess.
Wirth's bodyguard instantly stood in front to guard Wirth.
"Ryan, are you representing yourself or your father?"
His former opponent was already beaming with joy. How could he not follow up?
"I represent everyone. You wear glasses every day. Do you really think you're a cobra? You don't have the right to speak to me."
In the live broadcast room, everyone had gone crazy.
One after another, curses flooded the entire internet, one after another.
"D*mn, this is too fierce. I'm starting to admire this devilish brat."
"This is exciting! Go, devilish brat!"
"Why did I suddenly realize that this devilish brat might really bring the prophecy to life? Is the typhoon coming?"
"Forget it. What month is it now? Don't you know?"
"AHHHH, he's too handsome. I want to be his girlfriend."
Yet Ryan's scolding had everyone dumbfounded.
This was a live broadcast. It was impossible for them to scold each other, right? What would that be?
"BRING A PEN!"
Ryan shouted loudly.
Everyone looked at Wirth, who was looking displeased.
Wirth nodded.
The staff handed a pen to Ryan.
The handwriting was scrawly.
Ryan cursed in his heart, "F*ck, the owner of this body is really trash. The handwriting is really terrible."
The resignation report would still be written. It was written straightforwardly and clearly.
PAP!
It slammed onto the table.
"Ryan, sir, you're acting rashly. When the program ends and your father returns, won't it be troublesome? Let's discuss it with Mr. Wirth."
The program team came out to persuade him.
At the same time, there were other staff members who went to communicate with Wirth.
Wirth's anger had subsided by half. He had completely forgotten that this was a live broadcast.
'He's just a naughty brat. What is there to be angry about? Wouldn't that be demeaning?'