Chapter 783
“No worries. Once you graduate, if you ever want to work for me, my door is always open p>
“I only follow Mira p>
Jillian Lowe looked at Whitlock, speaking timidly.
Why did she feel like this man was bad news?
“Suit yourself. And what’s with that look?” Whitlock asked.
“You’re always claiming to be a good guy, Whitlock, but honestly, do you think anyone here buys it?” Owen teased.
Whitlock turned his head toward the stage, ignoring them.
“Now, please welcome our top-tier traders p>
The host’s voice remained incredibly impassioned.
“Stepping onto the stage now is the renowned fund manager, Phoebe Ross, who
broke the record last year with millions of clients p>
“Here is the wealth manager from a leading financial firm, who once p>
“And the Vice President of an elite investment company p>
As the titans of the financial sector took the stage one by one, the atmosphere in the hall reached a fever pitch.
Even Wyatt Wright and his group stared at the figures on stage with undisguised excitement. “If only we could be in their shoes one day. That would be the dream p>
Mira wondered if this segment was merely to liven the mood, or if there was a deeper scheme at play.
Next, the financial elites began presenting their respective funds, stock portfolios, and past track records.
“Wow! That fund manager is so handsome. I invested in his fund earlier this year and made enough to buy a brand-new car p>
A woman next to her, sporting arched brows and bright red lipstick, immediately chimed in. “A car is nothing. I made enough to buy a house in the first half of the year p>
“Thank goodness I dressed up tonight. That was close! I hope I can make a good impression on him, hehe. Hopefully, he’ll let me in on his next big stock pick p>
Someone nearby immediately leaned in. “Excuse me, which fund did you invest in to earn so much? Could you recommend it to me p>
“Miss, I’d love to try that stock that bought you a house p>
Mira understood
now. Jude Vance
was using this platform to run a massive advertisement for the financial firms backing him, poaching clients right out in the open. Llivening up the atmosphere was just a convenient side effect.
Whitlock looked over at Mira and Owen. “Are they telling the truth p>
“These people are indeed industry elites, but their performance claims are heavily exaggerated,” Owen replied.
“Over the past year, the firm with the absolute best performance domestically was ours p>
“I know. Otherwise, why would Jude be targeting you so relentlessly?” Whitlock noted.
“I just want to know, exactly how exaggerated are they p>
“Did you hear that woman claiming she bought a house with her returns from the first half of the year p>
“Yeah p>
“In reality, the fund she mentioned couldn’t even afford a tool shed. It took a massive
hit in March, barely broke even in May, and only saw a slight uptick in June p>
The financial professionals on stage
were just a brief sideshow. After a
round of applause, they stepped
down to mingle with the audience
pitching their financial products and
reeting in new clients.
“If I’m not mistaken, here comes tonight’s main event,” Whitlock told Mira and Owen.
“Are you ready p>
“What do you think?” Owen replied smoothly.
“Hmph. Whether you’re ready or not,
I’m not lifting a finger to help p>
Whitlock crossed his arms, acting
aloof. He had just helped them
earlier, and they hadn’t ever
appreciated it!
“Even if you hadn’t shown up today, the earth would still keep spinning,” Owen shot
back, his tone perfectly calibrated to aggravate.
“Fine. When they tear you to pieces, don’t come crying to me p>
“Don’t worry. Even if you drop dead, I’ll still be standing p>