Chapter 297 Real
Wall Street, the pulse of global finance, seems particularly mysterious in Daniel Harvey's eyes.
Just half a month ago, his workplace was dozens of kilometers away from here. At that time, he had finally managed to get a role as a duty manager at Kennedy International Airport.
I had thought that I would work peacefully until retirement, return to my old farm in Texas, and live out my retirement years with my pension.
I never thought that one day I would step into this street, wearing a full set of haute couture suits and a full-gold Jaeger-LeCoultre Moon Phase Master dress watch.
As a newcomer, he stood at the starting point of the street and was overwhelmed by the sight.
The towering skyscrapers stand like a steel forest, each one representing the symbol of a business empire.
The early morning sun shines through the gaps between densely packed buildings and onto the busy streets. The golden light interweaves with the city’s steel and concrete to create a picture of light and shadow.
On the streets, people are walking hurriedly, and the truth that "time is money" is written on everyone's face.
Men in suits and women in business attire, holding coffee and cell phones to their ears.
His eyes were firm and focused, as if every tiny movement affected the flow of tens of millions of funds.
Ericsson GH337, Nokia 101, all kinds of latest mobile phones are available, and you have to know that these were just a few weeks ago.
His kid, who just entered college, keeps sending him these cell phone-related emails.
I hope I can help him buy a mobile phone, but the cheapest Nokia 101 costs $6300.
It was equivalent to my monthly salary. I hesitated for several days before I reluctantly used my credit card to pay the amount.
But now, the specially customized Motorola MicroTAC in his expensive suit pocket is enough to buy two Nokia 101s.
Not to mention the funds that he now represents, things have really changed a lot in just a few weeks.
Somehow, he went from being a working class person to becoming a Wall Street elite.
Watching the huge electronic screen scrolling the latest stock market information, he felt his heartbeat begin to quicken along with the numbers.
The occasional shouts of traders and the sound of rapid typing on keyboards form a unique symphony here.
The air was filled with tension and excitement. Daniel Harvey stood on the street and took a deep breath.
He pulled out the customized Motorola MicroTAC from his pocket and dialed the first number that had been pre-stored in it.
In less than a second, the call was connected and a flattering female voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Daniel Harvey, right? We have been expecting your call for a long time, and last night we suddenly received a notice from Mr. Hoffenzollen."
"He and his technical team were caught in an avalanche while hunting in the central Rocky Mountains of Montana."
"That is really sad and regrettable news. Fortunately, he entrusted you to come to our bank to discuss the investment plan."
"Please rest assured that JPMorgan Chase has always been very generous to companies with the potential to change the world."
"We are willing to combine our capital with your company's technology to change the world together, so as to..."
"Where is the car that's picking me up?" Daniel Harvey interrupted the other person. At the moment he was very nervous and tried hard to keep his body from shaking.
When I suddenly received this task yesterday, a note was sent along with the phone.
It explained to him in concise and efficient words how to carry out the next work.
The first one is written very straightforwardly.
"Don't pay attention to the other party's boasting. They are here to beg us. When you call them for the first time, you should immediately show your impatience."
In fact, according to the requirements written by the other party, you should interrupt the other party when he/she says the second sentence.
But he didn't dare, even though he was wearing a high-end suit worth tens of thousands of dollars and a gold watch worth nearly $10.
But underneath this gorgeous packaging, he is just an honest old white man from the South who has lived half his life.
Standing at the end of the street, he was really scared.
He admitted that the air here was filled with tension and excitement, as if everyone here was striving for their own dreams and goals.
But beyond those smells, what he smelled more was greed and desire.
This short street is like a huge python, with many gold, silver and jewels hidden in its belly.
It attracts countless people to voluntarily walk into the belly of the python, but who can really predict when the huge snake's mouth will close.
Are they thieves who steal money or meals for the python?
"No problem, I just talked too much. Daniel Harvey, I apologize to you. The car to pick you up has already left."
Just as he was sighing, the voice from the other end of the phone came again, with a hint of panic in the tone.
"My location is..." Daniel Harvey just wanted the other party to tell him the address.
The person on the other end of the phone immediately spoke anxiously.
"No, you don't need to tell us the address. I think someone will find you soon."
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Daniel Harvey?"
As soon as the voice on the other end of the phone fell, he felt someone tapping his shoulder. He turned around and saw a young man in a black suit and white gloves.
He was looking at himself with a smile, and next to him was a brand new 1962 Cadillac Sedan De Ville.
The green paint reflected the sunlight. He looked at the car in surprise and walked forward with some disbelief.
After looking around for a while, he turned to look at the young man.
"A 1962 Cadillac Sedan De Ville. My dad had one of these and we watched him race it around the fields in Texas."
"Don't you usually ride in luxury cars? I thought..."
Daniel Harvey seemed a little excited, but the young man still maintained his standard professional smile.
He spoke slowly and calmly.
"You read that right. This is indeed a brand new 1962 Cadillac Sedan De Ville."
"We also know that you and your father have many fond memories of this car, so we specifically approached Cadillac."
“Using the remaining parts in their factory, five new vehicles were assembled overnight.”
"So you don't need to tell us the address, because there is a car waiting for you every 100 meters on this street."
"In fact, I had already noticed you. I was just waiting for you to finish your call. The way I greeted you just now might have scared you a little."
"I would like to express my sincere apologies to you here."
Hearing this, Daniel Harvey was completely stunned, and looked towards the other end of the street with an expression of disbelief. The street was only 500 meters long.
But it seemed so horrible at this moment. He had never thought that a person could be treated like this.
"Please get in the car!"
The young man opened the car door and whispered to Daniel Harvey who was still looking into the distance.
"Thank you!"
Daniel Harvey withdrew his gaze and sat directly in the back seat of the vehicle the moment the door closed.
He realized that his life had completely changed its trajectory and he might never go back to the farm of his childhood.
