There are more than 100 phones in the room, ringing all the time, and at least more than half of the agents can answer the phone at the same time with the left and right ears, chatting with different clients about different strategies.

More than 40 tables in the work area are divided into six rows, a middle-aged white man with a small belly wearing headphones, a cyan tie on his shirt, and gray trousers, and a white young man who looks not very old, has a capable temperament, rolls up the cuffs of his shirt, and holds a splint book in his hand.

A supervisor who patrols like this, who can walk around Wall Street eight times a day, almost all the agents in the house have no specific concept of working hours, work for the salary given by the boss in the company, and still have countless customer questions to answer after work, turning countless strangers into their own customers, that is, for the sake of devout money faith.

The 8-hour work system has never been enjoyed by Wall Street practitioners, whether it is a famous student in an Ivy League school, a hairy head in a community high school, a real rocket expert at NASA, or a PH.D nicknamed a rocket scientist, whether it is a salesman who sells coffee pots and changes careers, or a junior class disciple who has been killed by the University of Science and Technology of China, on the first day of entering Wall Street, everyone will be told: you are working for yourself.

In the workshop, in a transparent room separated by glass, McKelly, who was slightly bald, had just finished processing a document in his hand, screwed on the pen cap and threw it on the table, rubbed the corners of his sour eyes, relaxed slightly, and slowly sank into the leather chair with a wide suit.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and take a nap, there were two knocks outside the door.

"Come in." Big Kelly scratched his head impatiently, straightening his back in the leather chair.

With the familiar sound of clattering high heels knocking on the ground, Big Kelly looked up, and suddenly his spirit was shocked, and the tiredness in his eyes was swept away, replaced by an indescribable look.

"Boss, your ......" Jennifer was about to say when Big Kelly's action was rudely interrupted.

"Sweetheart, you're really my lucky star, it's good, you can go out." Big Kelly couldn't help but snatch the letter from Jennifer's hand, pursed his lips and waved, signaling that Jennifer could go.

Jennifer was accustomed to Big Kelly's meanness, raised her eyebrows, shrugged her shoulders slightly, twisted her waist and went out.

As soon as the door closed, Big Kelly pressed the pager button on the phone on the table, told the secretary not to let anyone disturb him, and then got up and walked to the transparent wall, and pulled the cord to close the blinds, cutting off the view of each other inside and outside.

Big Kelly walked back to the desk, but instead of sitting back in the leather chair behind the desk, he sat down in the sliding wheelchair prepared for visitors at the desk, first took the letterhead and observed it solemnly, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, only then did he wring the letterhead cap.

Dakai used his index finger to insert it slightly from the mouth of the letter, and took out the stationery tape inside with his finger belly attached to the mouth of the cylinder.

What appeared in front of Big Kelly's eyes was a piece of parchment rolled into a cylinder, not a transparent parchment paper for industrial plants, but a real parchment made of parchment paper after soaking in lime water according to the ancient method of soaking in lime water, scraping, drying, and polishing a set of procedures.

For the first time, if Jennifer hadn't found a strange thing in the package, she wouldn't have handed it to Big Kelly, and she would have put it aside a long time ago.

There is no shortage of all kinds of salesmen in the United States, all of whom are spiritual warriors who drink chicken soup to the top, in order to sell a pair of socks, they can accompany you to run every morning until the end of the world, and the sea is dry and rotten.

In the same way, for the first time, Big Kelly would not have taken it so seriously if he hadn't suddenly pulled out such a mysterious piece of paper from a strange thing in the hands of a small operator.

The highest level of promotion is not to promote products, that is the next policy. It's not about selling demand, it's about the middle way. It's not about selling yourself, that's the best policy. The highest level of sales promotion is not to sell anything, it is enough to let the faith of the target come to the world, and the lowly creatures will naturally bow down to the gods.

Big Kelly spread out the parchment, and the watermark of the emblem of the Cross-scaled Dragon Regiment in the lower right corner of the paper was impressive.

"To... Syracuse? … Do I go in person? Drive for five or six hours in the middle of the night to give money to people... Egg... Egg roll? ”

Looking at the request on the parchment, the more Kelly looked at it, the more puzzled he became, he was convinced of the mystery and strength of the organization behind him, and the more he later believed, the more he believed in this as if he believed.

He thinks he is the manager in charge of the business side of the organization, and secretly mutters to himself how I have become a messenger and courier again, the style does not look like a promotion, and the family reputation guarantees that I am so devout and loyal, and the organization still does not trust me, or test me?

Big Kelly is not dissatisfied with the organization, he is dissatisfied with his status, and secretly wonders when my follower status will be regularized, even if he is promoted to a probationary knight who can carry a swallowtail flag? I'm a Wall Street fund manager-level figure, but I'm just an attendant, which is too statusless, and it's only a level of waiter in a restaurant, and it's so difficult to rise in the organization.

"Rental... Dedicated cables? Lightning... What lightning... Trading, what is this stuff? I don't even know how to teach... Morris, who the is this? ”

Big Kelly was confused, the fifth time he received a parchment letter, but there had never been such a letter that made him feel like he couldn't guess, the first letter was just a greeting contact, asking him to pick up a cassette tape at the CBGB Music Club on Second Avenue.

At that time, he felt that there was more mischievous nature, but he still couldn't help but be curious in his heart and went to make a special trip, but after reporting his name and company, he really got a box of tapes specially stored there, and a slightly hoarse voice in the tape, a little bit of British sissy, he was middle-aged when he heard it, and he inexplicably talked about the reduction of corn production in the United States in the second half of the year, stumbling, as if he was reading a manuscript.

The tape recorded a total of less than 7 minutes, 6 minutes and 27 seconds to be exact, which he later heard and confirmed repeatedly, that he was the owner of a stock and bond brokerage company, who underwrote and distributed bond stocks, where could he really believe in the inexplicable reduction in corn production and turn to grain futures.

Even in the second half of last year, he deliberately paid attention to the CBOT corn trading market on the Chicago Board of Trade, and the trend was indeed as stated in the tape, not only that, but the supply of corn in the United States did decline, and it was said that there was a drought in the Midwest Corn Belt that was rare for many years, and pests and international aid increased, but how could he understand the way and grain futures in the corn trade, at most he thought it was interesting, very interesting.

He is mixed with the magic world of Wall Street, not to watch magic, his brain is not enough to control his emotions and turn into ashes, and he habitually takes out the inherent logic that needs to be called out in the face of temptation, artificially cuts off the eager psychological activities, and calms down in his heart as soon as he calmly calculates.

This kind of low-level mathematical scam can't fool him, not to mention that Guangfeng is not flat, and the rise and fall are flat six basic functions, and it is still a mathematical scam to call more than the multiplication function, and the 30 teams of the Major League Baseball League are sorted and matched, and each time they predict the winner or lose, they give up on the object of the wrong prediction, and no longer send letters, no matter what, there is always a prediction of all the right notes. The letter is sent enough, the larger the base, the more sheep that finally get the results of the full bet, and the more money can be deceived during the knife, thinking that the sheep who want to get rich, as long as they enter the game, the luckier they will be slaughtered in the future.

He just kept the tape and listened to it, thinking that this liar was very interesting, spending so much money on anti-counterfeiting parchment, and he didn't know if he would lose money when the final cost accounting, he felt that as long as this liar had no personal grudges with him, he would definitely not contact him again.

The person who engages in this kind of scam does not look very stupid, and should be able to realize that the cost of the scam is too high, if it is him, he will first find a safe shell to cover himself, and then use a cheap way to expand the target base in a large amount, and use ordinary cheap letters to reduce the unit cost distribution, instead of using an express package with olive wood fire paint cylinders, and then loading strange parchment, who can stand the cost of the express package.

He consulted with a professional, only to know that the most expensive piece of parchment paper inside is actually the one inside, which is said to be hand-tanned, and actually uses the latest laser and watermark technology, and the cost of a single one will exceed 200 US dollars.

Who knew that the second letter, just when he thought it was impossible, came quietly.

The second letter is a congratulatory letter that tells him that of the five chosen ones, because of his curiosity and action, which is the most primitive drive of human beings, he is qualified to participate in the following games.

Big Kelly still remembers his expression when he saw the contents of the second package, which was a document with a program of action, giving the specific steps of Da Mo's Christmas action, with no specific data, only layers of action to advance. Still, that's enough for him, scary enough.

Merrill Lynch, Solomon, Da Mo, Credit Suisse First Boston, Bear Stearns, Goldman Sachs, Lehman seven major investment banks, Salomon is good at bond underwriting, Lehman specializes in bond trading, First Boston is mainly an institution, Merrill Lynch is good at retail brokerage, Bear Stearns is widely involved in financing services and leveraged guarantees, and has its own investment department, Da Mo and Goldman Sachs business completely overlapped, political resources are huge, and the rights of sponsor senior partners are highly concentrated, from corporate restructuring, mergers and acquisitions, issuance and underwriting, from IPO to privatization, Covering almost all the financial business, especially Da Mo is the most dazzling among the seven heroes.