Full of ridicule, full of malice, the performance of the dead fat man, it is not only Adair who humiliates, his main target is Martin, this newcomer who has not been hired for a long time, and has not yet completed a single business.

"Sir, does this man think this man is a liar?" Despite his anger, Martin was a newcomer who knew how to be patient, he knew what he wanted the outcome to be, and he didn't care about the process or what happened in the process.

"What do you say?" House squinted at him, his face full of disdain. He doesn't have any affection for Martin, of course, this is not to say that there is any grudge between the two, it is purely personal feeling.

"Hehe, I don't think the credibility is very high," Martin said with a low eyebrow, "However, after all, he gave us the authorization to check the stock exchange account, what is the truth, whether he is a liar or not, we just need to check it to find out?"

"Isn't it a waste of manpower to inquire about?" House snorted and said when he saw Martin relent.

"I can make my own trip to the stock exchange," Martin said with a cautious smile.

"You're going to the stock exchange?" House's cheeks shook, and the trembling fat was like a wave, from his chin to the corners of his eyebrows, "Martin, you've been on the job for so long, and you haven't finished a single business yet, now, do you still have time to do these boring things?"

"It's not a waste of time, anyway, I'm going to go to the stock exchange in the afternoon to see if I can find a client. Martin's excuse is to open his mouth and come without hesitation.

"Whatever you want," said House, who had nothing more to say this time, shrugged his shoulders, "but I have to warn you, Martin, that you don't have much time left. ”

Martin lowered his head and didn't speak, in his heart, he was very optimistic about Adele, for him, this single business was the key to his victory.

According to the general process, the credit department goes to the stock exchange to check the customer's account, which is the responsibility of a special staff, but with House's ridicule in front, Martin can only go on his own trip, considering that he is not familiar with the stock exchange, he can only make an appointment by phone in advance. Luckily, Martin's luck was not bad, and on the phone, the appointment time was very appropriate, it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

With this important business in front of him, Martin didn't have the heart to run around in the afternoon, he rushed to the stock exchange at three o'clock, and stood outside the door of the customer department, waiting for his appointment to arrive.

Sitting in the row of chairs in the corridor outside the customer department, Martin waited for less than half an hour, and at about half past three, the closed iron door of the customer department was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a young girl with long golden curly hair came out of the door.

The girl held a thick stack of machine-type paper, the kind of long roll of paper that was used exclusively for typewriters.

"Excuse me, Martin......" The girl looked a little excited, she stood at the doorway, her eyes swept around, and then she looked at the machine paper in her hand, and asked, "Is Mr. Martin Illnes here?"

"I am," said Martin, who heard the girl call his name, as he scrambled up from his row of chairs.

"Hello, Mr. Martin, it's a pleasure to meet you," said the girl, who trotted up to meet him, shook Martin's hand with a smile on her face, and said, "The customer information you need to access is ready, please come with me." ”

"Ready?" Martin was a little surprised, although he had not done information retrieval work, but in the bank, he had heard many complaints from the correspondents, probably that the stock exchange was procrastinating, not meeting deadlines, and so on. And now...... Look at the watch, it's two minutes until half past three, and that's it?

"Yes, Mr. Martin," the girl led Martin into the iron door of the customer department, and the moment she closed the iron door, she couldn't wait to ask, "Mr. Martin, is this Mr. Adel your loan customer?"

"Ah, yes," Martin hesitated, but finally nodded in confirmation, in fact, Adair was not his customer yet, at least not officially.

"He's a genius!" said not the girl, but another young man in the customer department, "a genius more talented than William Gann!"

With the young man's interjection, Martin suddenly found that in the hall of a huge customer department, there were more than 20 people standing there and saluting him, didn't they have to work?

"Mr. Martin, does Mr. Adel accept a small personal investment?" asked the girl who led Martin through the door, "I have $1,000 ......."

"We can also join forces to invest," interrupted the little girl, interjecting, "and I can come up with $4,000." ”

"I have 5,000 ......"

"I 2000......"

The hall of the customer department was instantly chaotic, and everyone was shouting how much money they could contribute and how much they would invest. Feeling this warm atmosphere, Martin only felt that his breath had become difficult, and an agitated emotion spread from his spine and instantly flowed through his whole body - no need to ask, just looking at the warm atmosphere in front of him, he could guess the result, that Mr. Adelle's record was absolutely real.

"Can you also participate in stock investing?" Forced himself to press down a little excited, Martin opened his mouth and asked a question that should not be asked. However, he quickly reacted and directly diverted the topic, saying, "I'm very sorry, I don't know whether Mr. Adel accepts personal investment, but, as the gentleman said just now, if you join forces and put the money together to do it, I hope it should be bigger." ”

"However," Martin sank as he added, "Past investment results can only be used as a reference and are not 100% insured, so you must consider carefully before making an investment decision." ”

It's pouring cold water, but Martin is right.

"That's right, we should join forces, otherwise, a few thousand dollars per person, no stockbroker will look at it. However, Martin's words of cold water had no effect at all, the atmosphere in the hall was still warm, and everyone was still thinking about how to invest the money.

Seeing these people discussing investment issues there, Martin was a little speechless, he clenched one hand into a fist, put it to his mouth, and coughed vigorously twice, then raised his voice and said, "Excuse me, can I get Mr. Adair's account information?"

"Oh, of course," the girl who led him in the door reacted, and hurriedly handed him the stack of machine-punched paper in her hand, and asked at the same time, "Mr. Martin, you have also seen, we really hope to be able to invest in Mr. Adair, although the money is not much, but all of them combined, it should be tens of thousands of dollars." We didn't know Mr. Adair, so we ...... Could you please ask Mr. Adel for us?"

"This ...... There should be no problem," Martin took the information, looking at it eagerly, and at the same time, absent-mindedly.

"Thank you so much," said the girl excitedly, "and can you leave us a contact number?"

"Yes," Martin said casually to his office number.

Checking the account information provided by the stock exchange, there is no doubt that the trading account book provided by Adair is accurate, and there are more than 400 transactions, only 11 of which are losses, what is the profit rate? What a broad investment prospect is this? How many times should the bank give him a credit extension? Is it 20 times or 25 times? In the current Wall Street, William Gann's credit is 25 times, and among those who are on his par, there is Jesse Livermore, who is notorious for shorting the stock market, is Ya Dell next? So how much can you get in return from him?

Martin only felt his mind buzzing, he didn't have any thoughts now, he just wanted to get back to the bank as soon as possible and finalize Adele's loan business, he had reason to believe that the turning point in his life was here, and he would regret it if he missed it.

With his head full of excitement, Martin rushed back to the bank almost all the way, and on the way, he repeatedly wondered how he should face House, whether to give him the account information lightly, or to smash the information in his face in front of everyone.

In this confusion, Martin made his way back to the bank, and unlike what he had imagined on the way, when he arrived at the front of the bank, he saw House waiting outside the door from a distance, the fat man wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief under the scorching sun, and twisting his neck to look at the sides of the street.

When he saw Martin appear in front of him, House's eyes lit up, and he ran over with two thick thighs.

Martin ...... Martin...... You're finally back," he said from afar, after waiting at the door for an unknown amount of time, House's summer shirt was soaked with sweat, and he greeted him from afar.

"Mr. House," said Martin, quickening his pace, and as he was still a few steps away from House, "I have obtained the account information for the Stock Exchange, and it turns out to be ......."

"Alright, alright, don't be in a hurry about the account information," House waved away the account information he handed over, and said quickly, "Adele, Adel Conlando, that's the right name, right? ”

"Yes, Mr. House," Martin said, somewhat surprised.

"What about the basic letter of intent you signed with him for a loan?" asked House, following closely.

"With me," Martin said, picking up his briefcase, "what's wrong?"

"Very good, very good," House said, visibly relieved, patting his chest, "Martin, you're doing a great job. ”

After a series of compliments, House reached directly and grabbed Martin's briefcase, and at the same time, his mouth continued: "Now, follow me to Mr. Wilson at once, we must finalize this loan business in the shortest possible time." ”

Mr. Wilson? Martin was in a trance, if he was right, this Mr. Wilson should be referring to the bank manager Barotti Wilson, could it be that Mr. Wilson should also ask directly about the business he had?