Early the next morning, Mike hurried to the door of the third group of the investment department on the 26th floor of the building. During this period, he passed by the sales department, which was holding a similar morning meeting, and the engineering department, which was empty due to the collective overtime maintenance line last night, and found the third group of door numbers hidden deep in the roof (the core departments of other groups, such as the first and second investment groups, the administration department, etc., are all on the 38th floor). He rang the doorbell and waited for a long time before an old man in a Hawaiian shorts suit came and opened the door. When Mike looked closely, he was only about 40 years old, but his silver hair, old-fashioned back head, and old-fashioned pedantic round glasses on the bridge of his nose made him look more than ten years older than he really was.

"Hello, I am. In the middle of Mike's words, the 'old man' quickly made a 'shhh' gesture, then pointed to a person behind him who was sleeping soundly on his desk, and then he waved at Mike to let him follow. Mike had to tiptoe after him to a printer. The 'old man' pointed to the printer and wanted to turn away. Mike quickly grabbed him and whispered, "I won't fix this, I'm a new intern who came to report today, my name is Mike." The old man was surprised for a moment, then let out a sudden sigh of realization, and beckoned Mike to follow him into his office. They walked around folders and potato chip scraps scattered on the floor to finally enter a separate office. The inside is actually just a little bit neater than the outside, with some data, lines and graphics pasted everywhere. The only thing that surprised Mike was that there was a large white skull pirate flag on the white wall behind him. The 'old man' closed the door and sat Mike down, and he went back to his boss's chair.

"Hello, young man. My name is Walter Barron and I'm the head of the third team in the investment department. They usually like to call me old man. I'm sorry just now, the one outside is called Sando, he spent all night last night, I'm afraid of waking him up to mistake you for someone from the maintenance department, hehe. As soon as I heard you, I remembered that I was going to have a new person today. By the way, what's your name?" asked the old man.

"My name is Mike, team leader. It seems that I have been working a lot lately, and I have to work overtime until all night. Mike replied

"What's the matter! He just brushed up on the copy for a night in order to rush to the first place on the server. The old man continued, "It's all right, Mike, since you've been assigned to our group, you're a family." From now on, you can call me an old man like everyone else. Don't be suspicious of old gossip, can you tell me how you offended the higher-ups and sent you to me in the first place?" asked Walter Barron with a gossipy face.

"Why do you say that's here?" Mike asked, puzzled.

"The three of us haven't been an intern for three years. Because the company is now implementing the elimination system at the end of the quarter, and the investment style of our group is relatively open and closed (in fact, it is extremely unstable and often wraps up), but because my old subordinate has made a lot of contributions to the company, the boss still gives me face and never touches a few old people in our group. And most of those who have been transferred to my group internally are people who are leaving immediately, so ... You know. The old man explained carefully

Mike said embarrassedly: "I won't hide it from you, in fact, I am a classmate of the boss's son." He recommended me for an internship, but I shouldn't have offended anyone, probably because I did too badly in the entrance exam. I just finished the college entrance examination and didn't take a professional course. I don't know anything about finance, so I was divided. But it's okay, I can stay for three months, you can tell me anything, as long as I can, I will do my best. ”

"Hey. . . Poor child, according to you, I guess you won't even get two months' regular salary. The old man sighed

"Why?" Mike asked quickly

"Because the interns of each phase of the investment department have to evaluate the results of simulated trading every month. The first newcomer, Wang, naturally doubles his salary, and the corresponding end will enter the pending area, and his salary will be halved. You have no theoretical basis at all, and you will be eliminated as long as you wrap the tail twice. The old man sighed again

"Hey. . . I knew how it would be my turn to do something so good. It looks like Mom's new dress is going to be in the soup. Mike muttered in a depressed whisper.

The old man looked at Mike and smiled, "But don't worry. As soon as you came in, I saw that you had a good eye. It's very much in line with the temperament of our third group (the temperament he refers to may be the combination of Mike T-shirt + jeans, anyway, the old man is much more pleasing to the eye than those in a suit). I can be your mentor and give you a crash course in assault and vice, and I've been idle lately anyway (and I've been idle for a long time, actually). But before the class starts, I'll gather the whole department and throw you a party for the newlyweds!"

"No, don't bother everyone. I'm going to help you find someone from the maintenance department to fix the printer first. Mike immediately excused himself

The old man immediately said very seriously, "Yes, yes!" He picked up the phone in his hand and began to call people.

In fact, when Mike stayed in the third group for an extra month, he would know all kinds of strange rules in this group. There are 6 people in this group, including Mike, and it's basically like a pirate group built around the boss-old man alone: Sando, who sleeps on his stomach, is a computer whiz, and is in charge of the department's computer and network support (most of the time he is playing games). A small and thin man, the only female member of the group, and the 'lightning' with thousand-degree thick lenses is a master of mental arithmetic, responsible for sorting out and summarizing the data in the department. The remaining big fat chef Ryan and the waist-length electric guitarist Duke are nicknamed the ship's chef and musician by the old man. (On the surface, the two of them are senior account managers) and these two are also the confidence of the old man to always party for various reasons. Ryan's barbecue skills are definitely the first echelon of the night market stalls, Duke's field is never cold, and his hilarious jokes that he doesn't know where to come from, as if he can never finish telling are always the best regulator in the day of work. The old man, on the other hand, is the most respected leader of all the people in the group. He basically doesn't hold any meetings, except for spending half a day in his office researching data and drawings, he just gathers everyone for a party. Not long after Mike arrived, he had already experienced 'I might have insomnia party tonight', 'I suddenly got hungry party', 'It's so boring on a rainy day', and so on, and he couldn't remember many of them. In short, this third group is as dirty as the underground pipes that exist at the bottom of this tall financial building, but it is this place that has become a utopia for these non-mainstream people.

Of course, Mike doesn't know anything about all of the above. He just thought that it would be better to go back in the evening and find other part-time jobs in advance. I didn't belong to this world in the first place, and it was time to flash after exploring the map. But this is just his personal wishful thinking. Because God has opened one window for him, it is natural that he will close another door for him.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong"

At this time, someone rang the doorbell outside, and Mike hurriedly ran to open it. It was none other than Zamuk, who had come to find Mike.

"Master Mike, the first group is too fast-paced, and we will have to hold two regular meetings every day in the morning and evening, and we will also analyze world news and stock market trends every day. I'm almost suffocating!How are you doing here? The leader of the third group didn't embarrass you, did he? If there is, I'll teach him a lesson!" Zamuk asked

"No, no, he's been nice to me. Mike said as he let Zamuk out of the doorway. (He was afraid of waking up Sando)

"Why don't you come to one of our groups, I glanced at it just now, and the three groups are too messy. I never knew my dad had such a dirty department in his company. No wonder they say this third group is called the Monster Group!" Zamuk said in surprise

"Not really, I like it here. By the way, I promised you to teach you Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu that day. I just happen to be free now, so I'll teach you two tricks in this corridor first. Mike said

"Yes, yes!" Zamuk replied, begging

"Actually, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is a martial art that evolved from judo. Originally, it was just a father who wanted his three sons to exercise, so he signed up for them to learn judo. But the youngest son has been thin since he was a child, and no matter how he practiced, he couldn't train his two burly brothers. But he was not convinced, he was thinking about how to practice stronger every day. In the end, under his unremitting research, he made two astonishing discoveries - first: most people will only stand and fight, and once they fall to the ground, they will do nothing. In actual combat, most of the time the two sides are actually scuffling together on the ground. What's even more amazing is that once you fall to the ground, the advantage of being tall or burly seems to disappear in an instant! The second even more surprising discovery is that no matter how strong the opponent is, as long as he uses the strength of his whole body and the principle of leverage to attack his weakest joint, the opponent can only kneel and beg for mercy. When he comprehended these two points, a miraculous thing happened - he was invincible in stature and invincible from then on, defeating one powerful opponent after another, and this thin child was now the legendary founder of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu - Coatie I!" The old man was next door and gossiped curiously about the conversation between the two friends.

"SO THE ESSENCE OF BRAZIL JIU-JITSU IS TO FIRST DRAG THE ENEMY TO THE GROUND, WHICH IS CALLED TAKEDOWN IN JIU-JITSU, AND THEN TO STRANGLE THE WEAKEST JOINTS OF THE ENEMY'S BODY. I'LL TEACH YOU THE MOST BASIC TWO TAKEDOWNS ....."

When it comes to martial arts, Mike is always gushing because this is the world he is most familiar with. At this time, Zamuk listened to it with relish. Originally, they were people from two worlds, but now they are in harmony because of martial arts. But time always seems to slip the fastest in the things I like, and before I know it, the first day of the internship has passed. For Mike, he's just a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg in this vast financial empire. But that alone was enough to make young Mike feel the distance between him and the world.