Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 735

At 9:58 a.m., outside the investor relations department on the 5th floor of the Vivendi office building.

Sunlight poured down from the huge blue glass dome. Sitting on a bench in the corridor, Dong Qiangqiang looked at the foreign young men and women in business attire who passed by from time to time. The déjà vu of going to the embassy for a visa interview before going abroad.

He clearly remembered that before the first interview, he was worried that he would not be able to understand the other party's questions and be rejected, so he reviewed the German interview guide for most of the night, but when he actually interviewed, the visa officer he met was completely white. , kind-hearted grandfather, all the questions he asked were carefully prepared, and finally got the visa smoothly.He wondered if he would be equally lucky today.

Under Duanmu's suggestion, he found a barbershop in downtown Paris and spent dozens of euros to re-do his hair.Originally, he wanted to have the common hairstyle of Wall Street fund managers, but Wall Street fund managers rarely have long hair, and he didn't want to cut his hair short. Finally, after careful consideration by the barber, he finally found a compromise.Although the effect is not as lean and neat as that of Bancun, it is still handsome.

If the hairstyle is not suitable, you can only find it on the clothes.

Considering that dark suits are always safer and less likely to cause dressing accidents during business meetings, and black suits are too formal and serious, Dong Qiangqiang specially chose a slim-fit plain weave suit between dark blue and light blue, except for the trousers It is a little short, but the overall tailoring of the suit is very suitable, even if the movement is bigger, there will not be too many wrinkles. With a light brown tie and shiny black leather shoes, although it is still not like an investor, it is no longer So like a student.

Although Duanmu didn't set any tasks that must be completed for him today's meeting, his hands were still sweating.His previous limited work experience was mainly focused on the Internet, but he was about to meet with financial professionals. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous when he communicated with professionals.

Anyway, it's just a knife, how much you can ask, Dong Qiangqiang cheered himself up.

Just after ten o'clock, the door of the office opposite him was quietly opened from the inside, but no one came out, only a strong nasal voice came from the room: "Is Mr. Dong there?"

This secretary is so big!Dong Qiangqiang responded with emotion secretly, stood up and walked in with his bag on his back.

A row of telephones was placed horizontally on a not-so-small desk, and several piles of documents were piled up next to the telephone. Someone in the pile of documents was bowing his head at his desk, and he raised his head when he heard Dong Qiangqiang's footsteps.

Dong Qiangqiang thought that Vivienne would be like other French women, a professional woman with a pretty face, a petite figure, and a fashionable suit, but what caught her eyes was an indistinguishable picture of a mushroom head, who had been bullied by work Face.

He instantly understood why he was rejected by the other party that day.

I saw the expressionless face mechanically asking: "Please show your ID."

Dong Qiangqiang lightly put the passport in front of her, she grabbed it, opened the first page, and compared the passport photo with Dong Qiangqiang's face with a serious face.

The passport was issued by Dong Qiangqiang before going abroad. In the photo, he has short hair and is a bit puffy.After going abroad for nearly a year, he has lost a lot of weight and his hair has grown a lot.Vivienne checked for a minute before returning the passport to him, then picked up the phone: "Ms. Louis, Mr. Dong is here."

"Let him in." A clean female voice came from the intercom.

Vivienne tilted her head towards another door in the house to indicate that Dong Qiangqiang could go in: "You have 5 minutes to communicate. I will call you in 5 minutes."

"Five... 5 minutes?" Dong Qiangqiang was surprised that no one told him this when he made the appointment before.

Vivienne bowed her head again and got busy, ignoring his doubts at all.

It's useless to say more, Dong Qiangqiang can only straighten his clothes and walk in the door.

Behind the large white desk is a high black chair back, the swivel chair is facing him, and the person sitting on it cannot be seen.Hearing someone coming in, the chair slowly turned around.

This is a typical French beauty's face, with delicate features and soft contours. She is paired with a neck-length perm in a mixture of brown and gold colors. Look at her dress.

"Hello, I'm Louis Proud, the head of the Investor Relations Department." She spoke English with standard pronunciation and spoke very quickly, and she stood up from her chair.

"Hello, Ms. Louis, I'm Dong Qiangqiang, the co-founder of Zen Zen Fund." Dong Qiangqiang respectfully handed over the business card he just got from Tong Lele yesterday, "This is my business card."

Louis gently put the document in his hand on the table, took the business card with one hand and glanced at the front and back, but did not hand Dong Qiangqiang his own business card.

"So..." Louis put the business card on the table, looked at Dong Qiangqiang and said with a smile, "(Are you) Japanese? Zen Zen (fund) is a Japanese (investment fund)?" Her arm slowly raised, It seems to be signaling him to sit on the large leather sofa that is close at hand.

"No, I'm Chinese, Zen Zen is a newly established private equity fund, mainly engaged in investment in the European and American secondary markets." Dong Qiangqiang explained as he walked to the sofa.

Upon hearing this, the smile that had just bloomed on Louis's face faded instantly.She quickly withdrew her arm, sat back on the swivel chair, and said in a cold tone, "I haven't heard of any Zen fund. What's your business?"

The other party sitting and talking to Dong Qiangqiang made him feel like the other party's subordinate, but the other party didn't make any indication that he took the initiative to sit down, which seemed a bit impolite, so he had to continue standing.

"How big is your (fund)?" Lewis asked again, "How many of our stocks do you hold now?"

Dong Qiangqiang was stumped by this question. He didn't know the total amount of the fund set by Duanmu, and he didn't know whether the fund would be thrown out by the other party if the fund was only a few hundred thousand euros. He could only answer with a smile: "Our fund has just started raising, and we can't disclose the details at the moment."

"Still raising? That means you don't hold our shares?" Louis keenly grasped his keywords, threw Dong Qiangqiang's business card into the trash can on the floor beside the table without thinking, and looked up impatiently. The quartz clock on the eye wall, "We do not accept institutions that are not our shareholders. If you have other matters, you can contact my secretary. Now you can leave."

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