"Elizabeth's Q-level program really chose redemption?"

"Yes, I called her and asked her what kind of salvation it is."

In a mountaintop villa in the Acropolis Mountains, the water in the swimming pool is very clear. Sophia is lying on a sun lounger by the pool, wearing a colorful bikini, enjoying the warmth brought by the sun.

She drank fresh juice leisurely while talking to the video phone installed in the marble pillar next to her.

In the swimming pool, several pet dogs were swimming happily.

"I think Elizabeth is still determined to give up." Sophia said leisurely, "She came back probably to stir up trouble from within. We don't care how Seth treats her, but it's better for our club to guard against her."

"It's a pity that an overdrive driver has become a disabled person." A male voice came from the video phone.

"It's not the first one. No matter how good your background is, there will always be some crazy people." Sophia rolled her eyes, "You feel sorry for Elizabeth's body, right? Find an actor to wear a happy doll body, and then play her,

It’ll make you feel good enough.”

"Sophie, you no longer need to be jealous of her. Being jealous of a specially disabled person will make you a mentally retarded person."

"I don't want to listen to you lecture me. I've finished my work, where is the brain slave you promised me?"

"I've picked one for you. It's a descendant of an extraordinary person from a different sect. He's very diligent and has good computing power. You'll be satisfied."

Hearing this, Sophia looked at the pet dogs swimming in the pond, biting her straw and smiled.

"Then I'll try your Santo people to see if their performance is that powerful."

…

At seven o'clock in the morning, the Santo Securities sales office located in the center of Jianggu District became busy.

The hall was noisy, with retail investors talking about yesterday's stock market situation, today's news, and possible market trends.

In the office of the sales department, the employees who came to work on time also started to be busy, with meetings at eight o'clock and the market opening at nine o'clock.

"Where is today's "Streamer Industry News"? Why can't I find it?"

"Ah, Section Chief...I'm sorry! I'll go find one for you right away."

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Kazuya really wanted to curse, so he waved his hand to drive this panicked new member to act quickly. This new member, how could such an important newspaper as "Streamer Industry News" be missed?

He scratched his head and looked around the small office that was divided into desks. A dozen men were crowded and busy.

This branch recruits more than 300 new sales people every year, but half of them can only work for one year. After three years, 90% of them can't stand it. Their dreams are shattered and they leave. It is different from the central area, garden area and other places.

Farewell forever.

After Kazuya graduated from Etani University, he joined the securities sales department of Santo Corporation.

Members are divided into seven levels, followed by deputy section chiefs, section chiefs, deputy counselors, second-level deputy counselors, and the counselors are department heads.

It took him ten years to go from being a first-level club member to being the section leader and being able to lead this section.

Ten years of merit are nothing. He was able to become a section chief so quickly, rising to a higher level almost every year, all because of his performance.

When he is a member, his performance every day ranks first;

When he was the section chief, his department performance ranked first every day.

Stock trading, bonds, funds, futures, various financial products...

Most of the company's employees can't remember everything, and they can hardly understand the sales targets allocated by the head office; but he always remembers them clearly, and always exceeds the targets allocated by the divisions, exceeds, exceeds.

"Section Chief, here we come, "Streamer Industry News"."

The newcomer came back quite quickly, sweating profusely, and handed him a newspaper that still smelled of ink.

As soon as Kazuya took the newspaper, he flipped through it and sat down in his section chair. There was a Santo computer on the desk. He would also browse news information online, but for now, it was these newspapers.

More information.

And over the years, he has learned how to read newspaper news.

Although the New World Bank is said to be integrated, every large company is competing with each other. Even within Santo Corporation, sometimes this club competes with that club, and everyone is always in the same arena.

The humble nature of capital, Kazuya always says, once it falls behind, it will become a loser and be thrown out.

"Search, it's almost eight o'clock!"

Kazuya read the newspaper and took notes. He didn't finish a cup of coffee. Time flew by and it was time to have a meeting.

He had no choice but to get up, call a dozen people from the upper department and hurried out of the office.

Everyone walked through the crowded corridor and arrived at the large conference room.

Today they arrived a little late. Department Chief Maeda, Deputy Chief Okawa and people from other classes were all here, almost all of them men. As soon as they sat down, the meeting started immediately.

“The new instruction from the headquarters is to work hard to sell the ‘Chengzhai District Repurchase and Renovation Fund’ and attract more high-end customers to buy it, the better.”

Department Head Maeda conveyed the new tasks of the head office, and then announced the performance tasks of each section and each member, as well as the performance status of the previous day. As expected, the section led by Kazuya ranked first

One person.

At the end of the meeting, Department Chief Maeda shouted as he did every day:

"Keep moving towards your goal!"

"Hi!" Everyone stood up, bowed, and responded loudly.

Kazuya responded almost loudest, just like in the past ten years.

Go on, Kazuya, sooner or later the person who takes the lead will be you.

Don't listen to those street rats who say there is no future here. It's those people who don't work hard and are stupid. They just complain all day long.

You are different, you are a college student, you are an elite, and you are the section chief.

As long as you continue to work hard like this and accumulate years of merit, you will become a deputy counselor and then a department head.

You will enter the headquarters in the central area, reach the bustling center, and let your children go to the best schools...

You and your wife will wear beautiful formal clothes, walk to the party venues of those high-end hotels, socialize with those highly knowledgeable and capable upper-class people, drink red wine, and talk about art...

Streamer City is a land of dreams, and you will realize your streamer dream.

Kazuya returned to the small office with this mood and led his subordinates to continue studying various news and information.

As soon as the time arrived at nine o'clock, the stock market opened, and it suddenly felt like a war. The shouts of "buy!" and "sell" kept coming from the business hall downstairs. Everyone in the office was on the phone, operating computers, and helping customers trade.

, lobby for client transactions...

This group is noisy and busy, making people breathless.

During the market break at noon, everyone just had a quick lunch in the office, which was just one meal.

The fighting continued from one to three o'clock in the afternoon, and at three o'clock, the trading hours of the Liuguang Stock Exchange ended.

Their work is not over yet. There are still various bonds and financial products to work on, especially the Chengzhai District Repurchase and Renovation Fund that the head office has just handed over.

It's a huge financial plan that's very attractive, but people are hesitant to invest in it.

Because the Chengzhai District is a hard nut, those Chengzhai people will not easily agree to Santo's buyback.

What Kazuya and the others are trying to do is to get people from all walks of life in the city, especially those in the walled areas, to spend as much money as possible and come together to support the repurchase and transformation.

But sales are not only done in the office, but also have to go out. After the market is closed, most of the people in the department go out to solicit customers.

Kazuya used to run around the city, but after becoming the section chief, he was responsible for overall planning.

At this time, the phone on the desk rang. Kazuya picked up the receiver and said, "Hello...department chief? Hi!"

Several club members around looked at each other in confusion. Who was the section chief that the department head was looking for? They saw the section chief's face change, but they were quite surprised. They were so excited that they lost a bit of their usual poise, and even felt confused.

"Hi, I understand...thank you, department head!"

Kazuya put down the microphone with trembling hands, looked at the curious students, and said as calmly as possible:

"The department head told me that a big shot from above wants to meet me and asked me to go to the Wanfu Hotel in the central district tomorrow."

Everyone was stunned, and then cheered, "Section Chief, you did it!" "That's great!" "Section Chief, you are going to the headquarters!"

"It's too early to say this!" Kazuya said seriously, not wanting to be overly publicized by them, "Let's all get to work first."

This news inspired each of them to be motivated. The section chief is going to make a difference. He is only in his thirties and is still so young!

They were really happy for the section chief. Their company implemented a "7-11" work system, with only a few days off a year. They usually worked seven days a week, from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m.

After many years of seeing each other for a long time, especially the old members, they all have a special brotherly feeling towards each other.

This is a feeling that belongs to men. They understand each other better than even their family members can.

At six o'clock in the evening, most of the salespeople who had gone out came back, and only a few were able to continue socializing in the evening.

On this night, Kazuya and the others were busy again until eleven o'clock before getting off work.

A group of middle-aged or young men dragged their exhausted bodies out of the company and walked arm-in-arm on the neon-lit rainy night streets of Jianggu District, happily humming songs of male ambition.

Then, they walked into a popular izakaya on the street, chatted and laughed, drank a few drinks and ate supper.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and several people were going to their usual custom shop. I heard that several new girls had arrived.

But Kazuya didn't go. He was no longer in his twenties, and he no longer had the physical strength he had at that time. He couldn't stay up all night and work hard for a day. He was tired, he had an important meeting tomorrow, and he had a wife and children at home.
To be continued...