In the study at Onag Manor in Pittsburg, Zhou Ming had just finished his call with Caitlyn, and Hunter hurriedly walked in.

Then in Zhou Ming's puzzled gaze, Hunter said: "Mr. Zhou Ming, I heard that the Muscu who was sent to New York has very poor abilities. Will there be no problem?"

Zhou Ming replied: "Of course there is no problem. You forgot what I told you. This business trip is not a question of finding top banks like Motong and Manhattan to get financing, but in fact it is not a standard financing negotiation. If you want to find anyone like this, as long as he brings our plan, it will be the same."

Zhou Ming also said: "On the contrary, if you really seek investment from Motong and Manhattan, do you think that even if you directly send the elites of your business department, they can bring you a different result?"

Hunter is speechless. Indeed, in this situation, a newly established foundation, unless you have a connection with banks like Motong and Manhattan, or your family background is strong, you can only take out the most powerful sales expert of Milon Bank, and it may be a result of not even getting in with a plan.

But even though he understood, Hunter always felt that such a critical thing was handed over to Muscu, and it was impossible to feel at ease.

Hunter wanted to say something, but Zhou Ming first patted his shoulder to reassure him: "Since I chose to let him go to New York, there is definitely no problem, and it is not certain that his personality can bring us a lot of surprises."

Hunter sighed and said that this is the only way to go.

At this time, Hunter did not take Zhou Ming's words seriously. He did not think that a guy like Mascu would be good enough to complete the task. He could not bring any surprises. He did not know that the final result would only make him stunned.

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In the office of the Motto Bank Building in New York, Piero smashed the plan on the sofa when he returned to the office, kicked his coffee table and spilled all kinds of cups all over the floor.

"He's a bastard! Is that guy an idiot? He must be an idiot. How could there be such a stupid guy in the world? Is he really a Columbus business school graduate? Is he going to ask Columbus for an explanation. The graduation certificate of such a idiot must be fake..."

Piero swears wildly and vents. If his words were aggressive, I was afraid that Mascu would have died long ago.

Litas, who followed him in, was also fucked. You know, he had been with Piero for a long time. He had never seen Piero get such a big temper.

But Litas could understand it. After all, he thought he was deliberately playing tricks on them just now. God knows why Zhou Ming found such a person to come to New York. Isn’t financing from financial giants like Morgan and Rockefeller?

Piero is just in this place. He doesn't understand what Zhou Ming is planning. Judging from his performance, this Mascu doesn't seem to be capable.

But if he just threw out the chess pieces on the surface, Piero didn't think it was like that, because the documents he brought were very rigorous, and they didn't find out any problems with anyone else who came to New York from Pittsburgh.

Just as Piero and Litas were both silent about this, Piero's cell phone that Piero threw on his desk suddenly rang. Piero picked it up and saw that it was Freeman's number, and his eyes lit up.

So Piero asked Litas to find someone to come in and clean up.

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While turning to the inside, I called indirectly.

"I have met Mr. Muscu. Believe me, he is a very unexpected person, you can't imagine... I also got the financing plan for Zhou Ming's foundation... But I don't know what to do now. It's hard for me to describe this feeling to you, but Mr. Muscu will negotiate financing with Manhattan and Citibank in the future. I believe you will get something soon."

Finally, Piero added: "Of course, if you don't have his contact information, I can provide it to you."

After Piero said that, he hung up the phone, and a smile of conspiracy was lifted on the corner of his mouth.

Just kidding! You guys can't just let me suffer, you guys have to try it out for me!

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Mascu walked out of the office anxiously, feeling a little dazed, but also a sense of enlightenment.

I have negotiated financing with Mr. Piero, executive director of Motong Bank? It seems to be very simple. I just explained the plan documents to him in accordance with the script, which was not as troublesome as other investment specialists said.

Sure enough, are those guys still too low in contact with? Big people like Mr. Piero, they don’t have so much trouble.

Under such thoughts, Mascu's eyes became more and more confident, because according to his own experience, as long as the other party did not return the plan on the spot, this investment was very likely.

If you can get financing from a top bank like Motong, it will definitely be the most glorious page in your resume!

And more importantly, since I convinced Piero, then Manhattan and Citi will obviously not be a problem, because I have mastered the tricks!

Mascu walked out of the elevator with confidence and happened to see Garcia and his colleagues waiting in the first floor lobby.

Mascu clenched his fists at that time. He remembered that he was deceived by him, but soon let go of his fists, because if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have appeared here and wouldn't have been invited by Mr. Piero. From this perspective, he shouldn't have been so vengeful.

Forget it! I am no longer on the same level as him, so what else do you care about?

Mascu then walked towards the door with a arrogant pace that his relatives did not recognize him.

Of course, Garcia and the others saw Mascu walk out of the elevator at the first time, but they did not rush to go there. Instead, they stood there and hesitated until Mascu took the initiative to come over.

"Aren't you going to apologize?" Muscu asked, looking at Garcia and others.

Feeling Mascu's high-ranking tone, Garcia and others were all gritting their teeth with hatred, but they did not dare to act rashly.

Facing these eyes, Mascu shook his head helplessly: "It seems that you don't believe me. I think I'm just lucky to make an appointment with Mr. Piero, right?"

"Isn't that the case? Mascu, don't pretend to be a fool here. We were a college classmate for four years. Don't I know what you are? You can't know Mr. Piero, this is a coincidence!" Garcia said with great confidence.

Others also agreed to support Garcia, and her attitude seemed to have become their belief.

In fact, for Garcia and the others, at first, Mascu was taken away by a senior bank assistant like Litas.

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They regretted and were frightened, for fear of offending others and causing themselves to lose such a decent and high-paying job. This is why they dared not leave at the first time and were waiting on the first floor.

But as time passed, they gradually seemed to figure it out, especially when Garcia kept introducing them to the university, they all thought that guys of Emascu would not have any intersection with Mr. Piero.

Therefore, the biggest possibility now is that Muscu made an appointment with Mr. Piero in advance through the channel of Miron Bank. Mr. Piero gave him face to the top Miron Bank in the United States, and he was not like Muscu.

After figuring this out, Garcia and others became more courageous in the face of Mascu, so that when Mascu really walked out of the elevator, they could still stand proudly.

"It's a pity that I wanted to get along well with you, but your stupidity and arrogance ruined all this. It seems that we are destined to be not people of the same class." Mascu said with regret.

This condescending tone made Garcia and others very upset. Garcia cursed on the spot: "What kind of God are you here to pretend to be? Do you think you are really a distinguished guest of Mr. Director when you get off that elevator? Actually, you are nothing!"

Others also accused Mascu of pretending to behave here, thinking that he would be a big shot when he went up, but in fact he was still an ordinary person.

Especially Helina: "I am very grateful for my decision at the beginning, because you are a liar full of lies. Unlike my Garcia, who entered Motong Bank with his own abilities. You only have the most despicable and shameless deception, including you must have been driven out now, because you have no level at all!"

Garcia and Helina were talking enthusiastically, but a luxury car suddenly stopped at the door, and then a middle-aged man hurried over to Daomascu.

"Is it Mr. Muscu? Hello, I am the assistant to Mr. Freeman, Executive Director of Manhattan Bank. I am taking you to the Manhattan Bank Building on orders by Mr. Freeman."

With another sentence from the assistant, the scene that was still passionate just now suddenly came to an abrupt end as if it was strangled.

Garcia and the others looked at Mascu in amazement. If Litas had just been a coincidence, what about now? Is Mascu really an amazing identity? Is he really a guest of honor for Mr. Piero and Mr. Freeman?

The rate hike that came to his senses quickly apologized to Mascu: "I am so stupid. I beg you to forgive me, for the sake of our classmates!"

Helina was even more direct: "Mascu, I'm sorry, now I don't know anything except sorry. I know that you have mine in your heart, and you in my heart. Can we start over?"

Everyone else apologized to Mascu, but Mascu shook his head regretfully.

"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but the contact was caused by ridicule and betrayal. You all disappointed me so much!"

Mascu left this sentence, shook his head proudly, and he followed Freeman's assistant.

Garcia, Helina and others, they looked at Mascu's proud back, everyone regretted it. They gritted their teeth and looked at Garcia and Helina, and then raised their fists high...

Did he beat you to death...

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Chapter completed!