Gu Quangui casually glanced at Li Yi's table and noticed that someone at the Southeast Asian table was looking at him. That person had brown skin, large nostrils, and small eyes. He stared at Gu Quangui without hiding his gaze.
"He's not easy to deal with." Gu Quangui saw the provocation in the other person's eyes and was about to get up but was pressed down by Lu Zheng. Lu Zheng said softly, "My hands have been itching recently. I'll go and try. I've sparred with Muay Thai before, so I know what I'm doing."
Gu Quangui shook his head. "Don't be careless. Since you're going to attack, don't hold back. As long as you don't die, hit hard. Don't give the other party a chance to fight back, or you'll be in big trouble."
"Don't worry, wait for my news." Lu Zheng chuckled and glanced at the Southeast Asian table. Then, he left the restaurant without looking back.
The two Southeast Asians chatted for a while, and one of them followed from behind.
Li Yi and Fu Yao did not notice the commotion.
"No, although economics and finance are closely related, there are still many differences," Fu Yao answered Li Yi's doubts enthusiastically. "Economics mainly talks about supply and demand, while finance studies the circulation of funds and monetary behavior. They're still very different and not in the same framework."
"Mmm, you're very good. You know so much, you'll definitely have a bright future," Li Yi praised. "Maybe you can go to Wall Street and become a banker."
"No, I can't surpass my mother." Fu Yao shook his head. "Have you heard of labor causing poverty?"
"No," Li Yi shook her head blankly. Then, she said excitedly, "Go on, I'm listening."
Fu Yao said, "When I graduate, I'll have to rely on my own hard work. Even if I have some achievements, it'll still take a lot of hard work.
American economists conducted research on the economic boom of the 1990s and found that compared to the 1970s, it was more difficult for American workers at the bottom to escape poverty.
It's not just the United States, it's the same in Europe.
If this situation doesn't change, more and more wealth will be concentrated in the hands of a few people. This will suppress the initiative of workers, and by then, we'll lose the responsible working class.
Because no matter how hard they work, they can no longer escape poverty through labor.
Although we have studied a little and are considered university students, we are not much better than them. In 2009, the gross enrollment rate of higher education in the US reached 89%, the UK 59%, France 55%, and Japan 59%. "
"You can just say that the social class has solidified or that the gap between the rich and the poor has widened. But don't be afraid. Westerners don't want to work because of the low wages, but we, the Chinese, are willing to do it," Li Yi said with a smile. "It's a fact that there are as many university students as there are dogs in my dad's generation. You don't seem to have much confidence in the future? "
"If I don't rely on my mother, I may only be an ordinary person in the future." Fu Yao was very honest. "Wall Street will not have a place for people like me. It seems that the minimum requirement is a Master's degree, and it is from an Ivy League school. Those who majored in physics, computer science, and mathematics will all apply. What's the use of someone like me who majored in finance? There's no such thing as a professional on Wall Street."
The financial industry was like a huge magnetic field, attracting elites from all walks of life to flock to it.
It was a highly profitable industry, and it had produced many millionaires.
It was a very free industry, and success did not depend on one's background. One did not need to major in economics or finance. One could have any degree, be it physics or English.
"I have an uncle on Wall Street, and he is quite famous. Do you want me to introduce him to you?" Li Yi smiled and said. "He used to be the richest man in Belarus, and now he is living in the US. He is a Belarusian leader in the US. If you pay attention, you can often see his name in the newspapers. If I tell him, he will agree. "
In fact, this was Ivanov's request.
Ivanov always asked her if she needed any help. Every time she told him that she did not need any help, she could even see Ivanov's disappointment.
If she made a request this time, Ivanov would be very happy.
"Thank you for your kindness. I still have a long way to go before graduation, and I don't have any plans now." If he was willing, his mother would arrange everything for him.
This was a blessing, but also a tragedy.
Fortunately, he was not from a poor family, and he did not need to worry about the future. He was the only child in the family, and everything his mother had would naturally be inherited by him.
If he had some ability, he could also carry forward the family business, and maybe one day, he could also be on the Forbes list.
However, he was actually not interested in the furniture industry. As a traditional long-term durable product, it was difficult to have any brand loyalty. The deciding factors of a customer's purchase were price, quality, and style. Customer maintenance was difficult, and it also involved suppliers, distributors, transportation service providers, etc. The industrial chain was complex and redundant. He could feel his mother's fatigue.
Compared to the furniture industry, he preferred his own profession, and he still wanted to go into finance.
After nightfall, New York was magical and enchanting. The high-rise buildings were covered with a layer of gold. The lights were bright, and the traffic was heavy. The luxurious city life had just begun.
However, under the beautiful appearance, there was a hidden desire and sin. Every night, a different life drama was played out in the dark alleys.
Another name for New York was' Sin City. '
Lu Zheng whistled as he casually entered a small alley. Then, he turned around and abruptly stopped in an empty space. This was the back door of a bar, where a few drunk men and women gathered in twos and threes.
The young man who had been following behind him also stopped.
"What's up? Want to spar?" Lu Zheng asked. Seeing that he did not respond, he asked again in English.
"Naicai!" The young man replied in English.
"Thai?" Lu Zheng heard it and felt that it was his name.
"Humph." The young man snorted and slowly walked towards Lu Zheng. Suddenly, when the distance was less than a meter apart, he kicked high, and continuously kicked left and right.
"Good leg strength." Lu Zheng shook his numb arm.
Naicai turned his neck, and the sound of bones cracking could be heard. He continued to rush forward and hit Lu Zheng's head with his elbow.
"Oh!" The people around him burst into cheers.
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