The test paper was sent out, and the question this time was: let the candidates choose one stock in each of the three industries of non-ferrous metals, real estate, and finance to form a one-month portfolio, and explain the reason for the choice and the expected rate of return. Of course, after a month, whoever earns more will get a higher score. Those with similar returns are better at predicting their own rate of return. In fact, the topic of this topic lies in the real estate industry, because the country has recently introduced policies to curb the overheating of real estate, so real estate-related stocks have fallen sharply. This leaves candidates with a focus on some of the biggest blue chips in the industry (the term "blue chips" comes from the blue chips used in casinos. Blue chips usually have a high monetary value. Blue chips refer to the common stocks of companies that have a stable earnings record, can pay generous dividends on a regular basis, and are recognized as "high-performing stocks", also known as "high-performing stocks"), hoping to be more resistant to declines, as long as they do not lag the other two stocks behind. ）

A scholar is a scholar, and within 30 minutes, Charlie stopped his brushstrokes. Halfway to the side, he motioned for Mike to look. Mike quickly cautiously stretched out his head to look over, then frowned slightly unconsciously, and then wrote. At this time, Erik, the director of human resources, was standing outside the door of the examination room, whispering something to a burly man who was tidying up his ill-fitting security uniform.

Rewind the clock to 2 hours ago. Eric, the director of human resources, was called to the office of the group's president, Zarles. He stood respectfully at the boss's desk.

Zarles turned his back to Eric and looked down at the street through the floor-to-ceiling glass as he said, "I deliberately missed my son's exam ranking list in the morning. With this kid's cleverness, he will definitely force this rookie king to give his little master an answer. Have you taken care of the rest, Eric?"

"Don't worry, boss. As soon as he finishes copying, I'll take the recently retired Muay Thai king to catch him. If he is not interested, teach him a lesson. Then let him retake the exam alone. At that time, Childe will understand that the hero he admires is just an ordinary scumbag who can't even beat the company's security guards. Eric replied confidently. After that, he skillfully walked to the side and made coffee for the boss, two pieces of sugar and a pack of milk, accurate.

"The boss has taken great pains to educate his son. He was looking at the water and was concerned about the rice master.

"There are always times when young people get lost, and I just don't want him to waste precious time on unnecessary things. I'm sure he'll get it. Zarles said

"Childe is so smart, he will definitely understand your good intentions. Well, you don't have anything else to tell me to go out and prepare. With that, Eric turned and walked out the door, closing the door with the sound of the chain head touching the lock as if it were nothing.

Time rewinds to the present. Eric looked at his watch, it was almost there, he pushed the door in, pretended to make routine rounds, picked up the test papers of the two people at random, glanced at them twice, and put them down. Then he picked up Charlie's paper 'randomly', and then when he picked up Mike's paper and was about to have a seizure, he was dumbfounded...

Mike's answer turned out to be different from Charlie's! He immediately waved his hand and motioned for the boxer to stand down, and then sneered at Mike and at the same time very gentlemanly put Mike's exam paper on the table again, walked flat, turned around and left, and everything continued as usual. Mike is really a second monk who is confused. He didn't know that Eric had climbed to his current position, but it had taken him a full decade, and his self-proclaimed ability to guess the minds of others and his ability to improvise was only under the big boss, and that was exactly what happened. A small movement of a subordinate, every micro-expression of the boss can't escape his eyes. At this time, he was unknown, but Mike didn't copy the score, and it must not be high. It's just a matter of minutes.

'JUST LET HIM BE HAPPY FOR A FEW MORE DAYS!' Eric muttered confidently and left.

"How's the exam, Mike?" asked Sanji as he saw Mike, who had just returned to the department.

"Everything else is fine, but I really can't pick the real estate sector in the portfolio. Obviously, they are all going to fall, and they have to be candidates. The title is really weird, and finally I thought that I was going to lose anyway, so I bought a stock with ST in the industry (especially the stock with the risk of delisting, generally this kind of stock has a huge risk of being delisted and losing all its money, so it is often unattended.) But it is also possible to be acquired, and suddenly the black chicken becomes a phoenix). Because it has fallen by 7 limits, I have a gut feeling that if someone hits 7 heavy punches and still hasn't fallen, it will definitely usher in a fierce counterattack. Mike said

"Which ST did you choose?" asked the old man gossipingly.

"ST Tim Castle. Mike replied quietly.

The old man's eyes lit up.

"You know, Mike. The level of investment is generally divided into 7 levels: at the beginning, I listen to others say which stock will rise and buy which one (auditory), then I start to study the graphics to look at the various financial statements of listed companies (visual), and then go to the company to conduct on-site research, and really hold the products in my hand to feel (tactile). After you have eaten all the ups and downs (taste) in this industry, you can gradually smell which pies and which are traps (smell) with your nose before you can be considered to be at the level of a master. But you kid has already begun to cross the level of the first five senses, and directly use the sixth sense (intuition), which has a future. The old man teased with a smile.

"You say so many nice words, don't you mean that Mike is blind, old man. Sanji said coldly.

"No, no, no, I'm serious. The old man replied with a smile.

"So what do you say about the highest seventh layer?" asked Sanji.

"This seventh layer is the legendary seventh sense that can only be opened by the god of stocks--- which is to create a market of its own and let the market trade according to the rules you specify - 'the existence of gods'!" the old man said earnestly.

"This is not nonsense, the market is regulated by departments, how can it be controlled casually, and it is even more impossible to create. Sanji laughed.

"Let's go, Mike. Accompany me downstairs to buy a cup of milk tea, and we won't discuss it with people who think like this linear. The old man waved to Mike as he spoke.

"Cut~" Sanji looked at the backs of the two of them and muttered unconfidently.