Guo Jiajia was stunned. Boss Zhang was truly making the most of his time. She had just gotten off the plane.
She hadn't rested yet, hadn't eaten, and if he treated her like this, wasn't he afraid she'd die of exhaustion?
"Boss Zhang, do you want me to work myself to death?" Guo Jiajia asked with a mournful expression. Her life was too hard, how could she have encountered such an unreliable boss? She had judged him wrongly.
"Rest for a while first. This is your next task," Zhang Tianxing said seriously. This was a future opportunity for immense wealth, one that couldn't be missed. He had limited energy and could only take a bite out of the most profitable opportunities.
He wanted to fill his wallet a bit more, so he'd have the courage to change this society.
"Boss Zhang, your pace is too fast. I lived a fast-paced life in Shengjing, and I still can't quite keep up with you. You always give people the feeling that the company is only forty-eight hours away from bankruptcy. Boss Zhang, you are very successful now. In terms of financial strength alone, you are already at the top in Huaxia," Guo Jiajia said softly.
Although this boss was sometimes unreliable, his reputation was good. If it weren't for Zhang Tianxing's reputation, Guo Jiajia would have quit long ago.
It was true that the salary here was high, but during busy periods, Guo Jiajia slept only three hours a day. That was a memory of darkness and sunlessness.
If she worked at this pace for a long time, Guo Jiajia suspected she would die of exhaustion prematurely.
There was no choice. Zhang Tianxing had a unique vision and was always racing against time to seize opportunities, to eat first and drink soup later. This was an eternal truth.
When it came to investments, Zhang Tianxing undoubtedly had a knack for it. To date, not a single investment had failed; they were all masterpieces within their projects.
Although there weren't many projects, the investment process for any single project was a successful case study in the investment world.
Looking no further than the present, consider the one hundred million US dollars used to short the Nasdaq index.
At that time, Zhang Tianxing went against all mainstream opinions.
Everyone believed the market economy was booming and was bound to break new highs, with new highs being a matter of time.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Tianxing took a different approach, starting from the perspective that what goes up too much will eventually fall, and concluded that the Nasdaq was about to face a correction.
Furthermore, based on his understanding of the internet industry, he made a judgment that few internet technology companies in the market were able to achieve stable profits.
Initially, people scoffed at Zhang Tianxing's claims, but a series of recent events had shocked everyone.
Amidst a seemingly prosperous situation, in just these few days.
The scenery changed abruptly, leaving no time for anyone to react as the Nasdaq began its downward correction.
It was so violent, it was unbearable. The speed at which money was lost was too fast.
And it directly affected people's lives.
Moreover, during the first rebound after the decline, "zero dollar shopping" incidents occurred in multiple cities.
How many years had it been since such severe events occurred on a large scale? It shattered people's expectations.
Was this still the beautiful country where the nation was rich and the people were strong?
Fortunately, everyone owned firearms, otherwise, they wouldn't even be safe in their homes.
However, the shops and cars on the streets were looted clean.
When Guo Jiajia recalled the scenery along the road, it was in complete disarray, with black scorch marks everywhere and signs of smoke and fire on all sides.
"Zhang Tianxing, the streets look very chaotic. What happened?" Guo Jiajia asked curiously. It looked no different from streets after a war.
She might not have eaten pork, but she had seen pigs run. She had seen such scenes countless times on television.
"Aftermath of the zero-dollar shopping spree," Zhang Tianxing explained without much detail, allowing Guo Jiajia to form her own understanding of America.
Guo Jiajia gazed out the window, reflecting on the scenery and the subtle hostility the people of America held towards Chinese people.
"Boss Zhang, why do I feel a sense of malice from them?" Guo Jiajia was a little puzzled. She had just arrived. By all accounts, a great beauty like her should be welcomed everywhere.
Yet, she felt the malice of the people around her. It wasn't entirely true, though. When she encountered fellow Chinese people, they would exchange knowing smiles.
"That's normal. Birds of a feather flock together. To put it simply, we come to their country and earn their wealth, so it's normal for them to be envious," Zhang Tianxing said calmly.
"No way, it can't be that bad, can it?" Guo Jiajia was curious. If it caused widespread public outrage, how many people in this country would Chinese people offend?
"You don't know, we Chinese people here are very hardworking and can endure hardship. We do the jobs they can't. Just remember one thing: don't try too hard to blend into their circles. To them, we are Chinese, not one of their own. Our purpose in coming to this country is simply for money," Zhang Tianxing said seriously to Guo Jiajia.
Guo Jiajia nodded. She was a little scared herself; everything Zhang Tianxing said was too serious.
"By the way, don't go out at night here. If you have to go out, please contact Jimmy. He will arrange a bodyguard for you," Zhang Tianxing reminded her again and again, thinking of Guo Jiajia's safety.
"Alright, I know. I'm not a three-year-old child," Guo Jiajia felt a bit resistant internally. She wanted to see the night view of Boston.
"This is a country where guns are not prohibited, and violent crime is rampant. If you need to go out, I suggest staying within Chinatown. If you venture further, bring a bodyguard," Zhang Tianxing had no high opinion of America's public safety.
One should not harbor ill will towards others, but one must guard against them. Here, if nothing happens, it's fine, but if something does happen, it becomes quite troublesome.
"At home, you rely on your parents; when you go out, you rely on friends." Zhang Tianxing gave Guo Jiajia Xu Dachuan's contact information: "This is the president of the Chinese Mutual Aid Association, and he's also a doctoral student. You can ask him for help if you have any problems, but he charges a fee."
"Oh, I see. Are there no free services here?" Guo Jiajia asked.
"No. Everyone here faces great survival pressure and doesn't have the energy to help others. So, it's all about equivalent exchange. Don't worry, as long as it's from the Chinese Mutual Aid Association, the fees will be at the lowest level," Zhang Tianxing said, patting his chest.
It seemed he needed to be more careful. This Guo Jiajia girl needed a capable bodyguard. A beautiful woman often meant trouble. It seemed he was too hasty in asking Guo Jiajia to come over.
Oh well, they would deal with problems as they arose. It was just a matter of paying for a bodyguard, which was not a big deal.