I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 362 You Are Such a Good Person (4328)

The glass sightseeing elevator in the atrium of Marriott Marquis has floor selection outside the hall. That is, there is no floor selection button in the elevator. Instead, the floor is selected on the floor selector in the elevator hall. The screen on the floor selector will show which elevator the guest is going to take, and the guest just needs to wait at the corresponding elevator.

After entering the elevator, there are only door and alarm buttons, no floor buttons, and the elevator will automatically stop at the floor selected at that time.

For the Marriott Marquis, which has 45 floors and 1800 rooms, this control method can arrange guests going to the same or adjacent floors in the same elevator, improving the overall transportation efficiency of the building.

Otherwise, guests will have to wait too long for the elevator.

In fact, this method of floor selection is also available in many hotels and public places in Da Zhou. The elevator in the outpatient building of Haixi Second Hospital uses this method of floor selection. Therefore, the three people were not that surprised, but the old man in the elevator was startled.

When they walked out of the elevator on the 38th floor, Luo Ziming realized that Jiang Nanzhen did not follow him out, but continued to move up with the elevator. They didn't know which floor Jiang Nanzhen lived on.

"Huh." The trio finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In a confined space like an elevator, the closer the three boys were to Jiang Nanzhen, the more distracted they became.

Luo Ziming was pushing a large, worn-out suitcase with great effort. He kept looking back as he pushed the suitcase, with a look of unsatisfied desire on his face.

This box was bought by his mother in her first year of work. It is older than he is and the wheels are about to fall off.

Luo Ziming actually comes from a well-off family. His father works in a credit union and his mother also works in a public institution. They can earn at least 200,000 or 300,000 yuan a year, which is definitely a high income in a small place. He also has no shortage of local social connections. Logically, Luo Ziming should have had a comfortable childhood.

But his mother said that her son had to be raised in poverty, but in fact she was just stingy. According to Luo Ziming, except for the fruits given by others, if the fruits were bought by his family, he had never eaten them without eyes since he was a child.

His mother also said that those with eyes have not been sprayed with pesticides and are healthy.

Damn stingy, even in the stingy world it's quite explosive. Now people don't go to the supermarket to buy vegetables. They go to the morning market at 5 in the morning because the vegetables are cheaper.

Once, Luo Ziming came home and found that his mother had been depressed all day. After asking her for a long time, his mother said with tears in her eyes that she went to the morning market to buy vegetables in the morning. She saw good spinach at a stall, selling it for 3 cents a pound, so she bought two pounds. However, less than ten meters away, she saw another stall selling it for 5 cents a pound, so she lost money on this vegetable.

For six cents, I suffered a whole day.

It’s hard to imagine that this happened a year or so ago. If you didn’t know, you’d think I was writing a period piece.

This also resulted in Luo Ziming, a small town Brahmin, living like a Shudra in middle school.

According to him, if his father didn't have a secret stash of money to support him, he wouldn't be able to hold his head up in school.

This time when he came to Miami, he brought this box with him, but he didn't plan to take it back. He planned to throw it away here and buy two Rimowa shoes that have been very popular in the past two years to take back.

He has his own money these days and has a strong desire for revengeful consumption.

After staying with Jiang Nanzhen for a while, he felt that it was not just her strong desire to consume.

Under the influence of the aura of the angel of desire on Jiang Nanzhen, not to mention them, even the white old man in his seventies who looked like a wealthy man in the elevator just now stared at Jiang Nanzhen below the waist.

"Old Fang is 100% related to Senior Sister Jiang." Luo Ziming swiped the door card while chatting with Lu Xuechang who lived across the street.

Lu Xuechang snorted, and swiped the door card with a beep: "What you said is just like the...go...cat at home who likes to eat fish, it's all nonsense."

Luo Ziming was puzzled: "Grandpa Lu, were you just going to say that dogs love to eat shit? Why did you change it to cats eating fish?"

Lu Xuechang wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "Just now I suddenly had a feeling that if I tell you, I will be in trouble."

Fang Yu on the 39th floor nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Old Lu, your sixth sense is comparable to that of women. You've escaped a disaster."

Huh? Could it be that Lao Lu is a closeted person?

Fang Yu saw that the three people had entered the room. Just as he took back the mage's hand, he heard a beep from the electronic door lock on the 39th floor.

"Lord, I have arranged for them according to your instructions."

As soon as Jiang Nanzhen came in, she leaned sideways beside Fang Yu's chair, holding the armrests with both hands, her face full of holiness and piety.

"You still have problems controlling your divine power. Too much of it leaks out." Fang Yu touched Jiang Nanzhen's smooth, white, and almost poreless face. "Before tomorrow, you must master the control of your divine power. Do you understand?"

Jiang Nanzhen nodded obediently, her face pressed against Fang Yu's thigh, her eyes blurred, her face flushed, and her breath hot.

"The Lord's command is my mission. Before tomorrow, I will be able to master the power you have given me."

Fang Yu had already unlocked the seal on Jiang Nanzhen's divine power two days ago, and let her practice in the basement of Hanning Mansion on how to perfectly concentrate the divine power in her body.

The moment the knot was untied, Jiang Nanzhen naturally accepted the change of her identity, as if it was a matter of course.

All angels are fanatics. They have no doubts, no questions, no curiosity. They are just pious, but they have also lost themselves.

Fang Yu doesn't have any reliable solution for this right now. He can only wait until his level is increased and he has more arcane knowledge, and then look for any solution.

The most difficult part in solving this problem is that Jiang Nanzhen's life form has changed, and many arcane theories that are useful to humans have lost their effect on Jiang Nanzhen.

Now on the main plane and Blue Star, Fang Yu has found a not very safe solution, which is to let Jiang Nanzhen break his promise and doubt him.

But whether in the main plane or on Blue Star, the relevant legends are that as long as the angels doubt God, they will definitely betray God and fall to the opposite side of God.

It's equivalent to blackening.

Fang Yu was not worried about Jiang Nanzhen's betrayal, but if that were the case, what would he do? Kill Jiang Nanzhen? He really couldn't do it.

Moreover, it is hard to say whether the treacherous fallen angel has found himself or is controlled by his own evil thoughts.

Maybe it's to drive away the wolf and devour the tiger.

Fang Yu was thinking about something, and his hands were idle, so he kept rubbing them.

"Have you memorized the key points of the task assigned to you this time? If this can be accomplished, you should know how much benefit it will bring to you."

Jiang Nanzhen breathed rapidly, her face as clear as spring water: "It is clear that I need to use all means to provoke internal strife in Blackrock... All these methods do not include... Ah! Lord, don't worry, I only belong to you."

"I don't care what good it is for me, as long as the Lord is satisfied."

"So nice."

Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction. Just as he was about to move, he suddenly remembered something and muttered to the sky: "We are simply in a superior-subordinate relationship, not a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't live with anyone or have a de facto relationship with anyone."

Jiang Nanzhen had a puzzled look on her face. Fang Yu said seriously, "There is a rule now that you can't have more than one girlfriend."
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June 6, 17:8 am, Maidong time.

Manhattan Marriott Marquis, 6th floor, Broadway Ballroom.

Dozens of guests gathered in front of the large sign-in area and signed in one by one by scanning their faces. More guests continued to come out of the elevator, spiral staircase, and banquet hall to sign in.

Name tags and brochures were neatly arranged on the table, and a welcome sign next to it read "BlackRock 3062 Hedge Fund and Alternative Investment Conference."

Business elites in formal suits and ties gathered in groups of two or three to communicate with each other, sometimes gathering in a group, sometimes dispersing and then joining or forming new chat groups. If you look from the air, you can see that this change is chaotic yet orderly.

There are also some people who no one cares about at all. They stand at the side of one group for a while and then at the side of that group. It seems that they are everywhere, but they are nowhere.

"Carlyle... Oaktree Capital... Allianz... Pacific... Damn! Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley have also sent people here!"

Lu Xuechang's eyes kept moving around among these people, with an excited look on his face.

The three people from Si Lingsi were like three mongrel dogs, looking at the more than a thousand people in the venue with excitement, surprise, fear and contradiction on their faces. It seemed that the powerful Carrier central air-conditioning system of Marriott had increased its power because of so many people gathered together, and the cold wind made people shiver.

Lu Xuechang's face was full of excitement, Luo Ziming was startled, and Huang Xiang was trembling with fear, and the three of them were contradicting themselves.

and Michael Jensen, global head of alternative investments and private equity at Goldman Sachs.

Alice Reynolds, vice president of institutional investor relations, and Daniel Price, director of investment research, at Bain Capital.

Patrick Geller, global head of alternative asset management at UBS.

and John Murphy, head of private equity and hedge fund strategy at Carlyle.

Ana Kovacs, a hedge fund portfolio manager at Morgan Stanley…

Shit! That old guy is Ray Dalio from Bridgewater, right? He came in person?
Oh my god! Jamie Dimon! Jamie Dimon from JPMorgan Chase! Jamie Dimon is here in person!

It's a pity that Sandy Weill of Citigroup is too old. Otherwise, if Sandy Weill had come, we could have seen whether the master and the apprentice were really as incompatible as the legend said. (A tribute to my old book)

……

I'm actually here having a meeting with so many big guys! ?

Until they stood in the venue and found their seats, the three dogs didn't feel it was real.

Since entering college, these familiar names of institutions have been ringing in their ears every day.

At that time, their biggest dream was to be able to enter such a company after graduation, which would be a blessing.

They can just hold on for two or three years, and if they can't, they can use the qualifications and abilities accumulated on the platform in these two or three years to find a position in a domestic investment company. This is already the limit of what they can imagine.

Now I am actually having a meeting with them?
However, it was only when I got here that I realized how insignificant I was.

Previously, the three of them felt that they controlled nearly 70 million Malaysian dollars in funds at their peak, and they felt a little complacent.

But here, tens of millions of dollars may not even be enough to get in the door!
Almost every institution has an asset size of over 10 billion yuan, and some have assets of over 10 billion.

If the growth rate of 404 was not so high and the investment strategy was not so novel and adventurous, 404 would not have been qualified to attend the conference.

"Mr. Huang, Mr. Lu, Mr. Luo, our seats are here." Jiang Nanzhen was wearing a moon-white cheongsam today. It was obvious that this cheongsam was more fitted and more upscale than the previous goose yellow one. It made Jiang Nanzhen look like a ripe fruit that bent the branch.

The three of them blushed slightly and found their seats according to Jiang Nanzhen's instructions.

Luo Ziming couldn't help but look at Jiang Nanzhen, feeling a little strange.

Obviously, Senior Sister Jiang looks a bit prettier than the day before, but why do I feel that she is not as attractive as she was a few days ago?
Could it be that I have become immune to it after seeing it too much?
Or did I seek guidance too many times yesterday and evolved into a great sage?

I don’t know what happened the past two days, I had naughty dreams every night, luckily I brought plenty of underwear…

There was no other way. In order not to affect his own plan, Fang Yu could only help Jiang Nanzhen to quickly familiarize himself with the control of divine power, so that he could consciously restrain the emotional influence of the divine runes on creatures within a radius of three meters. (See Chapter 214)
Fang Yu draws lessons from great works of art and imitates Goku before the Cell Games, having Gohan always maintain the Super Saiyan state to adapt to the excitement brought by this Super Saiyan state.

Allow Jiang Nanzhen to gather her divine power even when she is excited, so as to improve her control over her divine power as quickly as possible.

In two days, Jiang Nanzhen had already developed an extraordinary physique, so naturally nothing would happen to her. However, Luo Ziming, who lived just downstairs from them, was unlucky. He was anxious every day and night, and he wanted to go out and find a big foreign horse to win glory for his country.

If Luo Ziming had not considered his own situation and was worried that bringing glory to the country would end up bringing discredit to the country, he would have been unable to hold back long ago.

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"The conference lasts for three days. Today's theme is global macroeconomics and market trends, and tomorrow's theme is alternative investment strategies and innovation. Our session will be held on the third day from 11:00 to 12:30 in the morning, not in the Broadway Hall, but in the Harlem Conference Room on the seventh floor."

Jiang Nanzhen flipped through the conference materials she had just received. Although most of these things had been sent to them by email in advance by the conference organizing committee, there were still some details that had not been mentioned before.

The trio looked at each other in bewilderment. Isn't this Senior Sister Jiang too dedicated? Didn't she come here to help them familiarize themselves with the situation? How come she cares more about this than the three of them?

"I'll go ask for the list of guests and participants for the seminar the day after tomorrow." Jiang Nanzhen flipped through the information twice but didn't find this part. She held her cheongsam from behind with both hands, stood up from the folding chair (refer to the hot GIF), and gracefully found a member of the conference affairs team and started chatting with him.

"Guests will register on their own the next night? This is the registration website, right? Okay, thank you." Jiang Nanzhen took a step back seemingly unintentionally, and her 10-centimeter Jimmy Choo high heels stepped on the outside of a man's shoe behind her.

Jiang Nanzhen seemed to lose her balance in an instant and fell to the left.

"Be careful!" The middle-aged man whose foot was stepped on by Jiang Nanzhen originally felt some pain. He turned his head with a little anger and saw a lady in a moon-white cheongsam who lost her balance and was about to fall, so he subconsciously helped Jiang Nanzhen.

"Ah! Thank you!" After being helped up, Jiang Nanzhen first adjusted her cheongsam and hair, then raised her head with a worried expression on her face. Under her typical oriental dress and makeup, she actually looked a little tearful and pitiful.

"I'm sorry, I stepped on you just now. Are you hurt? Do you want to contact the infirmary?"

Under the influence of Jiang Nanzhen's divine power and directionality, the middle-aged man whose foot was stepped on was stunned for a moment, his face flushed: "No, it's okay... Miss, you're okay... I'm glad you're okay. By the way, which company are you from? I'm John Doe, the investment director of BlackRock Hedge Fund, and this is my business card."

Jiang Nanzhen's eyes flickered with gratitude: "John, you are such a good person."

I didn’t make it up today because yesterday’s chapter was reviewed. Brothers, guess where it was deleted.

I have to be honest, honest, and honest.

There is no cheating or giving away girls in this book. Jiang Nanzhen is not trying to be a hanger-on, nor is she just trying to stir up jealousy among the Blackrock executives. Her methods cannot be so low-level and simple. They are not just a beauty trap or a separation strategy. There are other ways to deal with Blackrock.

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(End of this chapter)