"Mr. Jobaf wants to talk to you." Lance turned and looked at the person next to him. He had seen this person before, Mr. Jobaf's assistant.
He ended the conversation with the young people early, left his contact information, and left with the assistant.
The name Jobaf is very useful among immigrants throughout the empire.
Perhaps in the empire, nobility and power are the focus of people's attention, but here, whoever is richer is the focus.
Mr. Jobaf, who undoubtedly has a lot of money, is the focus, although a considerable portion of his money actually comes from those who look up to him.
It's funny, but so true.
Capitalists have figured out a way to use ordinary people's money to make money from ordinary people's pockets, and it works very well.
"Good morning, Mr. Jobaf."
Mr. Jobaf smiled cheerfully, "We just greeted each other. I called you over because I just heard that you made a big deal."
If it were someone else, his slightly exaggerated and flattering words would have probably flown into the sky and would not be able to come down by now.
He is one of the most successful immigrants in the empire, known as the "banker from the empire". Isn't it enough to make people proud that such a person has acknowledged your achievements?
But Lance did not show that kind of...smug or arrogant expression. In his opinion, this was actually quite insignificant, "Just a little money."
Jobaf became more interested in him. Young people could not stand this kind of flattery. However, Lance not only had no reaction, but he didn't seem to care much about the result this time.
He said in a tone full of appreciation, "One thousand yuan. Sorry, I didn't mean to ask you anything. You were chatting very enthusiastically just now, so I asked someone to ask."
"Lance, when I was your age I was still learning how to obey the rules of society, but you've already made money outside of the rules. You're doing better than I ever could!"
If someone else comes, they may not understand what Mr. Jobaf is talking about, about making money within or outside the rules.
In fact, what he meant was "making money through your own means outside of obeying the arrangements of society." This society has a set of cruel and serious operating rules, and who should do what and when are actually stipulated.
Children from poor families are bound to do the hardest work in factories, docks or stations when they are sixteen years old.
The children from powerful families would definitely sit in the classroom and talk with their girlfriends about where to go for the weekend.
A federal policeman works honestly, earns forty-seven or forty-eight dollars a month, and lives a somewhat tight life. No one would think he is so great.
But if the same federal police officer can get some extra income every month in addition to the forty-something dollars he gets from working honestly, people will think he is an amazing person.
Even if he cannot be said to be great, at least he is "a person with a solution". This kind of praise and description is positive.
Being able to break your own destiny is itself a manifestation of ability.
In Mr. Jobaf's opinion, Lance's fate was the same as others from the beginning, but he changed his fate.
"Besides... one thousand dollars is not a small amount. I am very sensitive to money and numbers. Can you talk about the source of this income?"
"I don't want to know how you make money. I just see the rising potential in you!"
"I want to invest in you!"
He said this without hesitation. In his opinion, investing in Lance was a project that made him full of expectations. A small investment today might bring countless wealth in the future.
Although he is now a banker with a large amount of savings, he actually has his own headaches.
Because they are not locals but immigrants, a considerable portion of the debts they borrowed out cannot be repaid.
Among them was a man named Jimmy, who borrowed 30,000 yuan from him, but so far, he has not been willing to pay back a single cent.
This man is the gang leader of port District in LOS City. He has considerable influence in District, but the key is that this man is a lunatic!
It is said that the FBI is investigating murders and gang crimes related to him, but after more than two years of investigation, he is still active in the underground world of LOS City.
There was no other way for Jobaf to deal with the loss of 30,000 yuan except to accept it.
He didn't even dare tell anyone about this. If people knew that even the "famous Master Jobaf" was blackmailed by the gang, they would lose confidence in him and his bank. Once a run on the bank occurred, he would soon go bankrupt.
In fact, it's not just Jimmy, there are some other people who are like this too, but their loans are not as much as Jimmy's.
The only thing that makes him feel fortunate now is that the federal government's management of interest rates is not so strict, so he is actually also a loan shark.
He recovered part of his losses from other places, but he was still very unwilling to give up.
He needs to build a bigger network of connections and influence. He wants to go further!
Lance is a good candidate.
"How do you plan to invest in me, Mr. Jobaf?" Lance did not refuse outright, which gave Mr. Jobaf more hope.
"I know you are doing the initial accumulation. I can give you a sum of money without you having to pay it back, so that you can build the framework you want as soon as possible."
"The faster you grow, the more benefits it will bring to us. Maybe one day in the future when I need your help, you must help me three times."
Lance shook his head after hearing this. "This is not an investment, it's a speculative behaviour, Mr. Jobaf, please forgive me for not agreeing with it."
He is right. Although investment and speculation seem similar on the surface, there are huge differences between them in essence.
Speculation carries greater risks, and similarly, the expected profit is also higher. In order to get his money's worth, Mr. Jobaf will certainly ask for far more than the value of the money he gives.
"Don't you want to hear what price I offer you?" Mr. Jobaf was a little unwilling and was still trying.
Seeing Lance shaking his head, he said a price that exceeded his psychological price, "I will give you 10,000 yuan, and I only need you to do two things for me when you can do things for me."
Lance still shook his head, "I believe that in a few years, I will be worth this price, or even higher!"
"You are very confident, Lance. This is what I admire most about you. Confident people are the most impressive." He pondered for a moment, "I am willing to establish a friendly relationship with you. If you need money, you can come to me."
He took out a gold-embossed business card and handed it to Lance.
On the front is the national flower symbolizing the empire, and on the back is his name, Jobaf Schiller, and a phone number.
The two shook hands again and separated. His assistant came over and asked, "Did you make a deal?"
Mr. jobaf shook his head. "He turned me down. He was very confident. I gave him a business card."
The assistant felt a little unbelievable after hearing this. "You are Mr. Jobaf, who can refuse your request?"
Jobaf was obviously not so happy, "Now I have it."
After returning to the crowd of young people, someone asked Lance what Mr. Jobaf asked him to do just now. As one of the few focal points of the imperial immigrants, there were always people staring at Jobaf.
"He gave me a business card…"
The young people exclaimed again, even though they all knew Mr. Jobaf, and the gathering here was said to be sponsored by him - there was some food and a little wine, although none of it was particularly good, but at least it was there.
At least one-third of the people who come here to attend the rally come to eat something to fill their stomachs.
There were hundreds of people here, but only a few had Mr. Jobaf's business card. There had always been a rumour that having this business card was equivalent to having the opportunity to make a wish...
After the rally, Lance said goodbye to the young men, and Officer Brayden was waiting for him.
When he arrived at the diner, Officer Braden's car was already parked outside the restaurant.
It can be seen that he is very concerned about this matter now, which is why Lance did this.
If you push others, you will never be able to beat others who pull you.
There were not many people in the restaurant at this time, only two old men drinking coffee at the other end. Lance walked over and sat opposite Officer Braden.
There was a file bag on the table with an address on it.
"Mr. and Mrs. White. Mr. White is now 42 years old and Mrs. White is 39 years old. Their child, Steven White, went missing 12 years ago. At that time, he was only five years and seven months old."
Officer Braden opened the file bag, pulled out the documents inside and handed them to him.
I have to say that he was very interested in it. The faces of the White couple were a little similar to Lance, about three-quarters similar.
Lance asked as he looked over the file, "They didn't have another child?"
Officer Braden curled his lips and said, "Yes, and there is more than one. The second boy is also missing, and the third is a girl who is about to graduate from elementary school."
After listening to this, Lance couldn't help but ask, "Is the public security in LOS City so bad?"
"Most missing cases have nothing to do with public security. According to statistics, 80% of missing cases are caused by children who left home in anger after an argument with their family."
"Of the remaining 10 percent, less than 5 percent are actually kidnapped."
"You know, in the Federation, you can buy anything as long as you spend money, and those rich people will not take unnecessary risks for things that can be solved with money."
He seemed to have said something, but also seemed to have said nothing.
"Mr. and Mrs. White are having a hard time right now. I think the probability of them agreeing is the highest..."