Chapter 99 The Ninety-Nine Days of Not Running Away The Ninety-Nine Days of Not Running Away...

Chapter 99 The Ninety-Nine Days of Not Running Away The Ninety-Nine Days of Not Running Away...

Seeing that Zhang Yurong looked thoughtful, Wen Chan didn't say much, but simply said, "I'm thinking of taking the Series 63 exam recently. Do you have anyone you can recommend? Preferably someone familiar with this area?"

Zhang Yurong snapped out of her daze: "You need a state securities regulatory license? That's easy, Darren or any of them can teach you. But, Wen Chan, the company is recruiting new people tomorrow and the day after, could you go?"

Wen Chan looked at Zhang Yurong with a half-smile.

Zhang Yurong touched her nose: "If it's inconvenient for you, that's fine, I can go by myself."

Wen Chan said, "I think the problem isn't that your request is unreasonable, but that you're afraid to make it. After all, you're a major shareholder. Is it really appropriate for you to be so polite to me?"

Zhang Yurong smiled, pursing her lips. "Of course I wouldn't be polite to others, but you're different. So, you're willing to go for the interview."

“Of course,” Wen Chan said. “After all, I am a boss. If I don’t conduct the interviews myself, and end up hiring a bunch of idiots, wouldn’t that be a disservice to myself?”

There are some things you can be lazy about, but there are others you can't be lazy about.

While interviews can be delegated to HR, frankly, there are very few HR professionals with real skills and abilities. The HR at the Particle Fund is basically someone who just coasts along. If you want them to select the talent the fund will need in the future, it would be better to randomly select interviewees.

Particle Fund was not well-known on Wall Street before, and it was a small to medium-sized financial institution. For most practitioners, it was unattractive and a double-edged sword, neither worth keeping nor worth abandoning.

But this year, first with tech stocks, then with soybean futures, the fund's style of operation has changed significantly. In particular, the fact that it made $80 million from large institutions such as Goldman Sachs has amazed people in the industry.

As a result, as soon as the interview information was released, we received more than a thousand resumes in almost three days.

These resumes are from Ivy League schools or elite individuals from various universities.

Jiang Zihan and Fatty were even more astonished when they helped Wen Chan organize the documents.

The fat man couldn't help but say, "Why are all these job applicants either handsome men or beautiful women? Are we even allowed to live like this?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Chan turned and glanced at the fat man. His belly had grown even bigger, clearly showing how well he adapted to American cuisine. "The lowest-paid assistant position on Wall Street earns between $50,000 and $80,000 a year. High salaries mean high requirements. Not only do you need a high level of education and good physical fitness, but you also need to be well-groomed. That's the bare minimum."

She glanced at a few resumes briefly and tossed them aside.

Jiang Zihan was a little puzzled. She had looked at those resumes, and they were all very good-looking. Jiang Zihan had learned a lot of English from Sun Xiaojun, so reading papers was still a bit difficult for her, but getting a resume was still manageable.

"Why don't you want these resumes, Sister Wen?"

Wen Chan said, "These resumes are obviously from rich kids; they have no real value. They're just there to make up the numbers."

Jiang Zihan couldn't believe it, "But several of them are graduates of Harvard and Stanford, and they've won a lot of awards."

“Swept away.” Wen Chan said calmly, “I can tell just by looking at the high schools they graduated from. They’re from prestigious private schools, they got in through donations, and all their resumes and experience are arranged by their parents. These people can’t be of any help to us here.”

The fat man disagreed, "Sister-in-law, you're wrong about that. Aren't you implying that their parents are rich and have resources? Don't we need these people more here?"

The fat man may not understand finance, but he understands society.

Wen Chan said, "That's the problem. If their parents had the resources and connections in this area, why would they need to send people here? They can't even get a job at Goldman Sachs. Their connections and resources obviously have little to do with the financial industry."

Wen Chan's words, though crude, are indeed true.

Fatty and Jiang Zihan immediately understood.

Wen Chan doesn't reject rich kids, but the prerequisite is that they have the ability.

She selected about thirty resumes from the numerous ones and had Darren and others call these people to invite them for interviews the next day.

"Li Yi!"

Li Yi had just gotten off work, feeling utterly exhausted, and all he wanted to do was eat and get a good night's sleep. But as soon as he got home, he saw his wife, Zhou Juan, running towards him with a piece of paper, her face beaming with joy.

"What's wrong? Why are you so happy? Did your family send you money?"

Zhou Juan rolled her eyes at him. "Stop with the jokes. I have good news for you. The Particle Foundation has sent you an interview invitation. They want you to come tomorrow!"

"Really?!" Li Yi's spirits lifted, and he quickly and carefully placed the tool bag on the ground.

He originally studied finance in China, but thought that the United States would offer better research and more job opportunities in this field, so he went abroad with his wife.

But after going abroad and studying, he discovered that Wall Street was in a recession, and even white people were finding it difficult to find a job, let alone a Chinese person like him.

In the past year, he hasn't even received a phone call for an interview, let alone a job. To support his family, he has had to work as a repairman.

Zhou Juan said, "It's absolutely true. I asked for their address, and it's all written here. You'll have to take the day off tomorrow. This is a rare opportunity, we can't miss it! If we can work for this company, we can move out and rent our own apartment, and we'll even bring the kids to America!"

Li Yi also knew that this opportunity was not to be missed.

He made a phone call to ask his supervisor for leave, but the white supervisor, who had always had a problem with him, refused to grant him leave.

It wasn't until Li Yi was pushed to the limit and directly said he was resigning that the supervisor reluctantly granted him half a day off.

“Darren…”

Matt brought in a document and saw Darren crouching uncomfortably by the window, peeking at what was happening across the street.

Matt was speechless. He threw the file on the table and said, "You look disgusting. If you want to see it, go outside and look at it openly."

Darren chuckled, "How could we? Those who are interviewed might become our subordinates in the future. It would be beneath our dignity to go out and see them."

Matt raised an eyebrow and walked over. "So, what's the trick to it?"

Darren said, "I didn't notice anything else, but I did notice that she's very efficient at smelling people, you know?" He shook the stopwatch in his hand, "I just timed it, and she only spent an average of six minutes interviewing someone."

"Six minutes? That's way too short!"

Matt was somewhat surprised and also leaned over to peek through the blinds at the situation inside the glass conference room across the street.

Inside the conference room, a white-clad man with a livid face stormed out, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Bingo!" Darren snapped his fingers and said to Matt next to him, "I was just wondering how many people it would take before someone lost their temper. Wen's interview is probably going to be terrifying!"

"She's too sharp."

Matt described it this way: "Like a Damascus sword, it's hard for someone without real skill to pass her test. But that's good, those she selects are definitely capable. It's a good thing for us."

Darren listened to Matt's words, then thoughtfully looked him up and down, stroking his chin. "Matt, I rarely hear you praise a woman like this. I vaguely remember that back in college, your favorite line was Shakespeare's 'Frailty, thy name is woman.'"

Matt blushed, clenched his fist, and shook it at Darren. "You'd better not talk nonsense!"

After interviewing more than twenty people, Wen Chan only kept three for a second interview.

She checked the time; it was almost lunchtime.

Is anyone else still missing?

Zhang Yurong glanced at the resume: "There's another one, Li Yi, a Tsinghua graduate."

Zhang Yurong said, "Why don't we go eat? You've worked hard all morning. If this person isn't coming, then so be it."

"This person... "

Just as Wen Chan was about to speak, a man in an outdated suit hurriedly appeared at the door. The man looked a little disheveled, his clothes were soaked with orange juice, but he still knocked on the door. "Hello, I'm Li Yi, here for an interview."

Zhang Yurong was somewhat taken aback when she saw Li Yi's appearance.

She nodded subconsciously.

Li Yi's ears turned red. He knew that his appearance was no different from that of a homeless person. He had left home early that day, but he was unlucky because a street shooting had occurred in his neighborhood.

He was standing nearby when the incident occurred. When the police arrived, they took him away as well and almost detained him.

If Li Yi hadn't been quick-witted and bribed the police, he would still be in jail right now.

"You must be Li Yi. Please have a seat." Only when Wen Chan saw Li Yi did she realize that this was the investment tycoon Li Yi from her memories.

I never imagined that this big shot would be in such a sorry state at this time.

"What would you like to drink? Do you have coffee or tea?" Zhang Yurong asked.

Li Yi said, "If you can, could you give me a cup of tea?"

Mi Lin poured him a cup of tea.

Since they were both Chinese, Wen Chan asked directly in Chinese: "How much do you know about our organization?"

Li Yi lowered his head and thought for a moment, "I know a bit about your organization's past, but not so much about recent events. However, I've heard that your organization has held Intel and Microsoft shares and hasn't sold them yet. I think your operation is very good. The shares of these two companies are suitable for long-term holding and can become the company's moat."

That's an interesting statement.

Wen Chan checked the box and then asked, "If you join our company, what sector and stock do you plan to invest in for your first business deal?"

"How much is it?" Li Yi asked cautiously in return.

Wen Chan and Zhang Yurong exchanged a glance.

Zhang Yurong and I exchanged a glance. "Ten million US dollars, I guess."

"If it were me, I would invest in Walmart."

Li Yi crossed his arms, looking somewhat uneasy.

Zhang Yurong said, "Walmart is just a supermarket."

Li Yi said, “But everyone goes to the supermarket, right? Its cash flow is very strong, and it is very competitive. More importantly, I know that Walmart has been expanding since the beginning of the year and has established an international division. They are short of money right now. If we don’t take advantage of this opportunity to invest in it, and wait until it really grows big and strong, I’m afraid Walmart will not be interested in us.”