My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Ivanka's lips curled up slightly, then she gently shook her head. "It's not that I think you should follow his example, but since you've invested a lot of money, you should have a corresponding understanding of this entertainment media behemoth. These are the basic facts that can be found."

Li Fu flipped through the shareholder structure analysis document again, marking the key points on each page with different colored sticky notes. The handwriting was neat and the logic was clear.

This was clearly not something done "casually"; it was something he genuinely wanted to do to help him.

"Thank you for your hard work," he said sincerely.

"It's not hard work at all. I have an assistant to help me, so it won't take much time to organize it," Ivanka said elegantly. "But you're the one who has to juggle everything and be overwhelmed. You might as well move the company headquarters to New York."

It's true that I had an assistant to help, but saying "it doesn't take much time" is just a polite way of putting it.

However, the suggestion to move to New York is reasonable.

For an investment company to grow and thrive, it needs to be located in a global financial center. Nashville is ultimately just a regional center; it's not a true metropolis, not even in the United States, let alone on a global scale.

"There's no need to move for now," Li Fu shook his head slightly, but then changed the subject and joked, "If we really do move to New York, I hope you can reduce the rent a bit."

Ivanka smiled and said, "I'd even waive your rent!"

"Anyway..." Li Fu closed the file and put it in the drawer. "Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

"You owe me more than just one meal," Ivanka raised an eyebrow. "You can't just say it."

Li Fu paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "I'll definitely treat you this time. Didn't you say you wanted to try several restaurants? Pick one now, and we'll go tonight."

Ivanka glanced at him, her light brown eyes reflecting the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window, almost blindingly bright. "Okay, then I won't be polite."

……

Dinner was arranged at a private French restaurant in Lower Manhattan, a place Ivanka had chosen.

Overall, the shop is not particularly large, hidden in a narrow alley, and the signboard is not very eye-catching. There is only a heavy wooden door and almost no other decorations.

This place may look "simple," but Li Fu knows that the price must be exorbitant, the benefits will be unobtrusive, and the taste must be very authentic.

It is basically exclusively for celebrities and the powerful.

He led Ivanka through the door. The lighting was dim and warm, and several Renaissance-era copperplate prints hung on the walls. The tables were spaced far enough apart to ensure privacy, and there were also special private rooms upstairs.

The two sat facing each other, with a candlestick lit between them.

The flickering candlelight cast intermittent light and shadow on Ivanka's profile. She was wearing a black dress today, and her hair was down, draped over her shoulders.

She didn't talk much during the meal, but every time she spoke, it was just right. Their conversation started mainly about the progress of New York's reopening and the restructuring plan of the Tribune, and then gradually turned to entertainment and basketball.

New York is the basketball capital, Madison Square Garden has always been regarded as the holy land of basketball, and this place also has the most passionate fans in the world.

Unfortunately, the New York Knicks are a terrible team.

Older New Yorkers can't help but sigh with regret whenever they think about it.

"The Knicks have really been struggling these past few years. I don't know if I'll live to see them win a championship," Ivanka said, putting down her glass and shaking her head with a sigh. "But, as weak as the team may be, the atmosphere at Madison Square Garden is still the best. I've been there a few times, and you can feel it just sitting on the sidelines..."

She wanted to describe a strange atmosphere, but couldn't think of the right words for the moment.

"What kind of thing?" Li Fu asked.

"That crazy and...desperate atmosphere," Ivanka said with a bitter smile, "everyone knew they were going to lose, but the place was packed...that's New Yorkers, they'll watch it no matter how bad it is, and then they'll grumble and complain about it."

Li Fu thought back to those people who were bad at video games but loved to play; weren't they always cursing while playing?

He smiled unconsciously, "I didn't realize you liked sports so much."

"Of course I like it, but I prefer tennis. The atmosphere at Flushing Meadows during the US Open is just as good as at Madison Square Garden." Ivanka's gaze fell on the candlestick, as if she was recalling something. "When I was a child, my father took me to watch a final once, and I still remember that atmosphere to this day."

Trump told her that tennis is like a soldier standing on the battlefield; if you lose, there are no excuses, and if you win, no one will take credit. The same applies to business.

He hopes his daughter will grow up to be like a warrior, because the business world is like a battlefield, as it has always been.

"Your father..." Li Fu didn't know how to describe Trump; this metaphor was hard to describe appropriately.

Of course, Trump does possess boundless fighting spirit, treating many occasions as battlefields. Even after being shot, he dared to clench his fist and raise his arm to the voters, shouting, "Fight, fight, fight..."

This kind of spirit is something that people like Biden and Clinton lack.

"What happened to my father?" Ivanka asked curiously.

"What I meant was that your father was very successful in raising his children," Li Fu changed his tune, "However, the business world is not always a solitary battle. Aren't you and I fighting side by side right now?"

"That's true, but when my father was doing business, he never stood alone on the front lines..."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Manhattan unfolds outside the window in the night, with neon lights casting shimmering spots of light on the glass.

Li Fu picked up his wine glass and gently clinked it against Ivanka's glass. The sound of the glasses clinking was particularly crisp in the quiet restaurant.

Overall, the two had a very pleasant conversation.

This dinner together made them more familiar with each other and brought them closer together.

Three days later, as agreed with Jackson, Li Fu entered JPMorgan Chase headquarters for the first time.

JPMorgan Chase's global headquarters is located at 277 Park Avenue, First Chase Manhattan Plaza, New York, with its core building being a 52-story skyscraper.

The building stands in the heart of Midtown Manhattan, with a gray-white granite exterior and a lobby with a high ceiling of over ten meters. The floor is paved with dark marble that is so shiny it reflects light.

In 2009, JPMorgan Chase and Goldman Sachs became one of the "two giants" of Wall Street in the post-crisis era.

To put it bluntly, the spot where Li Fu is standing right now is a landmark in Manhattan, New York, and an important symbol of confidence on Wall Street.

JPMorgan Chase is a super behemoth that will reshape the financial landscape in the future.

He never imagined he would end up here.

The blond assistant at the front desk had obviously been notified and greeted Li Fu warmly as soon as she saw him, leading him and Thompson through the security gate and into an elevator reserved for executives.

Jackson's office was on the 47th floor.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the Manhattan skyline, with the spire of the Empire State Building gleaming a cold white in the winter sun.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of almost the entire city.

Jackson was wearing a dark blue suit, a dark red tie, and his hair was neatly combed.

Clearly, he also attached great importance to this meeting.