The cocktail party was far from simple, for positions were never permanently fixed. Those at the top could slip into the abyss, while those clinging on might rise with the wind.
Finding one’s precise position and striving to climb higher sounds very simple, but in reality, it’s a profound science.
I’m special, Han Lie suddenly realized. But as a core mber, I’m not yet qualified. My net worth is barely twenty or thirty million, with so but very limited fa. My social influence is practically zero, and I severely lack the strength to convince outsiders. For instance—if the Wu Liu couple had no wealth managent needs, would they even bother with , Little Han? The resources they need are entirely beyond my capabilities. However, I’m not anyone’s vassal, nor do I need to be an opportunist constantly seeking to climb higher. I can’t influence Panzi, Old Liu, or Second Sister Jin’s circle of friends, but I can, to a limited extent, influence Panzi, Old Liu, and Second Sister Jin themselves. As the private equity fund’s scale expands, this influence will grow day by day until I’m firmly standing at the core. Four hundred million is nothing; Wu Qilong earns more than that in just one year. But if one day Panzi, Liu Minghao, Second Sister Jin, and Director Huang entrusted one-fifth of their wealth to my managent, an annual stable return of 15% would be enough for them to revere like a deity. I can’t bring benefits to more people, but I should strive to bring more benefits to the most crucial ones. In doing so, I won’t have to deal with those low-value social climbers, and I can indirectly extend my influence downward, becoming the leader of leaders...
Han Lie mused, finishing the last of the wine in his glass.
The pleasantries are over, he thought. It’s ti for to make my entrance.
The first to seek out Han Lie was still Panzi.
Old Dou and Old Zhang stood by his side, and his father-in-law introduced Han Lie to three new friends.
One of them was nicknad "King of Buildings," a low-key tycoon who owned over four hundred properties in Magic Capital, Shenzhen, and Suzhou-Hangzhou. His whole family had to pitch in to collect rent every three months, and the flights he took for this purpose brought several airlines’ mbership levels to platinum.
The "King of Buildings" didn’t have much cash; he would buy more properties as soon as he had money and wasn’t Han Lie’s target client.
But this elder had a particularly good personal relationship with Panzi. His opening remark was, "Pan Nan is both well-behaved and beautiful; you better treat her right!"
Brother Lie agreed, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow.
The second person was the third son of the Junyao Group, Wang Junhao.
The Wang brothers were the true titans of Magic Capital’s private enterprises, with three A-share listed companies under their group and a family fortune worth tens of billions.
They were currently expanding into the financial services industry, owning an insurance company, their own asset managent, industrial investnt, and wealth managent businesses, and were in the process of establishing Magic Capital’s first private bank.
Their strength and status were self-evident.
President Wang asked Han Lie with a smile, "Are you interested in working for ? Take full charge of the Wealth Managent business line as the group’s Deputy General Manager, with an annual salary of two million plus standard bonuses. My second brother’s daughter is even more beautiful than Pan Nan!"
"Holy shit!"
The people around instantly widened their eyes, stunned by President Wang’s bombshell announcent.
Junyao’s wealth managent scale was incomparable to Zhongcheng; it was currently estimated at over ten billion, divided into four major segnts.
Leaving aside the two-million base salary, standard bonuses could easily exceed one hundred million.
Before Han Lie could respond, Panzi pushed Wang Junhao away, laughing as he scolded, "Scram, scram, scram! You little brat, trying to poach talent right under my nose? Why don’t you ntion that your niece is five years older than Xiao Lie?"
"Older is good; older won know how to care for people... Little Han, consider it?"
Han Lie had to politely decline, "President Wang, I’m afraid I won’t have ti to consider marriage before I’m thirty."
A word to the wise is sufficient. Wang Junhao smiled and didn’t press the young man further.
The third person Panzi introduced to Han Lie was a genuine potential client.
Interestingly, he also ca from a family business: Longyuan Construction Group. This was Lai Chenting, from the second generation of the Lai family.
The man, in his early forties and clearly from a different generation than Han Lie, spoke concisely and to the point.
"Master Han, I have so idle funds. When your private fund is ready, please be sure to notify . Here’s my business card."
His business concluded, he departed.
His departure was decisive; he nodded at Han Lie, greeted his old friends, and walked straight out the door.
Not long after, the "King of Buildings" and President Wang also took their leave one by one.
They certainly arrived discreetly and left in a hurry, Han Lie noted.
Old Panzi told Han Lie with a smile, "They’re all old friends of mine. They heard boasting about you so much they specially ca to take a look... Don’t waste your thoughts on them; go on with your business!"
Brother Lie sighed inwardly. This father-in-law is too formidable; what a headache!
The second wave of socializing was initiated when Fat Huang called Han Lie over.
Facing SPD Bank’s deputy director, it was proper to take the initiative to pay one’s respects.
Anyone else from the younger generation wouldn’t even get the chance to approach.
Huang Xing and Old Huang look sowhat alike, with those short eyebrows and large noses, Han Lie mused. Poor Huang Ziyu, to think she inherited such family genes and still grew up to be so beautiful...
When Huang Ziyu saw Han Lie, she clung to Director Huang’s arm and introduced him demurely, "Third Dad, this is Master Han, the recently famous de facto controller of the CITIC Hongkou branch’s trading seat."
"Director Huang, hello. I am Han Lie. It’s a great honor to et you." Han Lie adopted a respectful posture, bowing slightly. He waited for Director Huang to extend his hand before taking it with both of his.
This isn’t out of fear, Han Lie thought, but proper social etiquette. He’s a core figure in a large circle. Disrespecting him would be like scorning his entire social stratum. What right does a young upstart like have to do that?
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