Wall Street bigwigs!

Richard led Uma to stand at the hotel entrance for about ten minutes when they saw a Lincoln Continental with its headlights flashing drive up.

The car window rolled down, revealing Green's handsome face.

As soon as Uma saw Green get out of the car, she rushed into his arms and cried pitifully.

Green smiled and gently wiped away her tears with his fingers, soothing her.

"What's wrong? I came over as soon as I got the call."

Tell me what happened, who made my little princess cry?

Uma tilted her head back, her nose slightly red, and touched Green's cheek with teary eyes.

Richard watched this scene quietly and shook his head slightly.

He had reminded Green to be careful, but it seems his warnings had no effect.

In fact, he misunderstood Green and underestimated Uma.

In truth, Uma was very flustered. She knew that what happened tonight would have a bad impact on Green, and the reason she pretended to be aggrieved was to gain sympathy.

Sure enough, Green didn't mention why she was there at all, nor did he blame her.

Richard stepped forward at the opportune moment.

"Buddy, it's all settled, it was a misunderstanding."

Green greeted Richard with a smile.

"Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner when I'm done with this. Could you tell me what happened?"

Richard shrugged.

"If you want to thank someone, thank my boss. I don't have that kind of influence to smooth things over."

Richard ultimately did not recount what happened; it's better for the parties involved to describe it themselves.

Green was somewhat surprised. "Smith?"

"Of course, the other party is Paul Jones of the Duzer Fund. You should have heard of him; he's a tough guy," Richard said truthfully.

He had to tell Green who the opponent was, firstly to complete the task Smith had assigned him.

They also told Green who the opponent was, and how Green dealt with it was none of their business.

Of course, Green understood Richard's hidden meaning: Richard was telling him how troublesome the woman in his arms was.

Green smiled; of course he knew Paul Jones.

If he hadn't warned Merrill Lynch not to reveal the truth, he would definitely have been among those featured in the newspapers.

You should know that the media doesn't have anything nice to say about these guys who make profits by short selling.

Green firmly believes in the principle of being high-profile in his work and low-profile in his personal life, and tries to avoid being exposed to others' attention as much as possible before he has fully developed his skills.

Don't believe the media's claim that you need to become famous early (environmental variables), and don't believe that all Europeans and Americans are brutes.

Compared to the benefits of fame, Green is now more afraid of being targeted.

Recently, there have been many sarcastic or unhelpful voices in the media. Going long or short is essentially a financial tool.

However, the majority of people in this world are ordinary people, and they don't care whether you earned your profits through legal means or not, because short selling does seem like a way of taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

In addition, some media outlets are subtly stirring up trouble, so keeping a low profile is what Green wants right now.

Prematurely revealing himself before he has accumulated enough armor could easily lead to unnecessary trouble, and trouble is what he hates most.

"Give my regards to Smith. I'm not in a good position right now, but I'll call you in a few days," Green said, opening the passenger door to let Uma in.

Richard nodded and handed a small booklet to Green.

The gray Lincoln Continental smoothly drove out of the hotel and merged into the traffic, with Green holding the steering wheel somewhat absentmindedly.

Uma sat somewhat nervously in the passenger seat, her gaze unfocused as she looked out at the colorful lights.

Uma waited for Green to ask a question, but Green didn't respond at all and just drove quietly.

Ultimately, Uma realized that this man was not the emotionally naive person she had imagined.

Green was like a seasoned angler; no matter how much the fish below stirred him, he ignored it entirely unless he felt a response from his fishing rod.

"Actually, I didn't want to come, but Rex told me that there were film investors here."

He recently picked out a script for me, but the film budget isn't enough right now, which is why I came here.

"But I didn't know that what they gave me was a room key; I just thought it was a regular business card."

"You must believe me, I am love..."

Before she could finish speaking, Green pressed his index finger against her red lips.

"Stop talking, I believe you, otherwise I wouldn't have come."

The next second he was greeted by Uma's passionate lips.

"Stop fooling around, we're driving!"

Green awkwardly responded to Uma's enthusiasm, but for safety's sake, he had to stop her.

But Uma didn't care about any of that now. When she heard Green bring up safety, a smile appeared on Uma's lips, and her eyes were full of passion.

~~~

Meanwhile, at the banquet, Paul Jones, though outwardly silent, was furious, staring intently at the fat man Chris in front of him.

Chris was sweating profusely; that damned Uma had vanished right under his nose again.

If this matter can't be resolved, his reputation will be ruined.

With no other option, Chris brought Uma's best friend along and warned her not to cause any trouble.

Poor Uma's best friend had no idea what she was about to face.

Meanwhile, Bill started pestering Smith again, trying to find out more about Green.

Smith, exhausted, could only push Richard in front of Bill.

Richard? [How should I handle this?]

The banquet ended in a strange atmosphere, and Smith was stopped in the parking lot by Paul Jones.

"Mr. Smith, you owe me a favor."

Paul Jones stood smilingly blocking Smith's car.

"Dude, that's not how you ask for favors."

Smith looked at Paul Jones with some annoyance.

"Sorry, that's just how we Southerners are."

Paul Jones shrugged nonchalantly.

"Okay, what do you want in return?"

Smith asked, arms crossed.

"It's very simple, I just want to know who Mr. Green Walker that the young actor was talking about is."

"Who has such influence that you would personally come forward to take her away?" Paul Jones asked.

Smith breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the other party was asking about Green Walker directly.

This was clearly said by Uma himself, so don't blame him for leaking client information to the outside world.

"Haha, your Duzer Fund has made a fortune from the stock market, but you're not the only lucky one in the world," Smith said with a shake of his head and a laugh.

Paul Jones seemed thoughtful. While he didn't deny that he was indeed quite lucky, he didn't think he could have gotten to where he is today solely by luck.

But he confirmed from Smith's words that Green Walker had also made a fortune during the Black Monday stock market crash.

Moreover, Smith seemed to value the other party highly, otherwise he wouldn't have interfered for the sake of a woman.

"Could you tell me more?"

Paul Jones took out a cigarette, handed one to Smith, and lit it for him.

"Inhale... exhale..." Smith exhaled a long plume of smoke.

"I heard he's been busy registering a company lately. Knowing him as I do, I believe you'll meet him soon." After saying that, Smith opened the car door and got in.

Paul Jones stared thoughtfully at the taillights of the Smith & Mercedes sedan for a moment, then put down his cigarette and walked toward his car.

Uma's best friend was sitting in the car, opening her makeup mirror to touch up her makeup, and she was very disdainful of Uma.

If you can find a sugar daddy, so can I, and I have plenty of ways to snag that golden opportunity.