Chapter 449
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Switzerland was a country with a sweet aftertaste.
Cong Nianwei, who had returned to the melting pot of American art, was enjoying her artistic inspiration in her gallery. Meanwhile, Qin Guan was looking for a suitable location for his accounting firm.
Wall Street, in the southern part of Manhattan, New York City, extends from Broadway to the East River.
It was the narrowest street in New York City. It was only 11 meters wide and had a bicycle lane, a pedestrian lane and a two-lane motorway.
It was so congested that it drove people crazy.
Of course, the reason was obvious. Wall Street was the financial center of the United States.
The Morgan Foundation, the Rockefeller Oil King, the DuPont Foundation, the New York Stock Exchange, the Nasdaq American Stock Exchange and the New York Futures Trading Center were all located on the street.
Every inch of land here was worth its weight in gold.
Qin Guan was following the manager of WeWork, the largest real estate agency in the United States. They were looking at the offices on Wall Street one by one.
As a small accounting firm that had just gotten out of being an independent firm, its annual net profit was only a few hundred thousand dollars.
There were many reasons for renting an office on Wall Street, but only three were important.
First, Liu Tianxia was going to do her internship that year, so she needed a proper place to settle down.
Secondly, the Chinese people only cared about appearances. His friends from the luxury car club really couldn't stand it anymore. If it was more serious, it would almost rise to the point of being a disgrace for the country.
Third, the company's business needs to expand and develop, and it is essential to be in the financial circle. Having an office on Wall Street is also a reflection of the company's strength.
"Look here, Mr. Qin. This is the center of Wall Street. The New York Stock Exchange is right across from it. You will be able to rent an office here like a fish in water."
Qin Guan looked at the cubicle expressionlessly. He suddenly remembered the telephone room Wang Lei had been assigned to on the first day of his part-time job at the World Trade Center.
There were only three tables in the cubicle. What the hell was with the window across from it?
The only small window in the office was wired. He walked over expressionlessly and pulled the blinds …
Bang! The window frame was pulled down. The agent and Qin Guan looked at each other in dismay. The client was wearing a full suit of Armani, covered in dust.
A mischievous little spider crawled along the hundreds of leaves that had been opened. Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
This small room had been deserted for a long time, but the location was so good that the manager couldn't bear to give it up.
"Don't tell me we don't have any more reliable houses? The slightly bigger ones are thousands of miles away from here. It's not easy to get into the territory of Wall Street, and you're showing me such listings. "
"It seems that I have to go to Love Home to take a look. WeWork is also known as the largest agency in the United States."
Qin Guan patted the dust off his body in disgust. His Tiffany's silver cuffs were exposed by accident.
Only then did the real estate agent on the other side show a trace of surprise. Aiyo? Even I, with my keen eyes, can make a mistake? Isn't this just an Asian who wants to start a business in New York?
Most American youths would rush to find a job with a stable income. Even if they wanted to start their own business, they would still be tight on money since they didn't know what savings were.
Unfortunately, he was facing Chinese, who were good at storing food. That was a country where people could put their money in the bank for the rest of their lives.
As for the suit that the customer was wearing, the agent thought that it was a second-hand flea market product that gave him some face when he rented it, but when the sharp-eyed real estate agent saw the cuffs of the Tiffany, he immediately knew that he was wrong.
This silver ring, which was only a few grams in weight, could be sold for 200 USD with the help of its design and brand. No poor person would wear Tiffany jewelry.
That was a false accusation. Could he say that it was a bonus from Tiffany's for his good performance?
A set of silver men's jewelry, worth 20,000 dollars, couldn't be sold, so it could only be used to show off.
"I have a 1,000-square-foot luxurious office. It's perfect for a talented young man like you." The real estate agent cheered up. He took Qin Guan to a modern silver building next to the old one.
The elevator reached the 16th floor, which was a good number for Chinese people. Qin Guan took a left turn out of the elevator and arrived at the 1,000-square-foot mansion.
Qin Guan had forgotten that in the United States and Hong Kong, space was measured in square feet.
Which Hong Kong star had bought a 1,000-square-foot mansion in the Central Ring? Well, he had bought a 90-square-foot apartment with two bedrooms and one living room.
Qin Guan was faced with an empty 90-square-foot office. It was a long strip. If it was simply decorated, it could be divided into several beautiful compartments.
It was perfect for a small accounting firm. Qin Guan was satisfied, but he didn't show it on his face.
"What's the price here?"
"110 dollars per square foot..."
"What? Why don't you rob a bank? 1,000 square feet is 110,000 dollars a month! "
That was more than what he had earned from acting in countless movies and an Armani endorsement fee …
The agent's face twitched. "110 dollars a year... That's the annual rent."
"Oh..." Qin Guan let out a long breath and handed him a pack of cigarettes as an apology. It was an American Spirit cigarette with a smoking Indian printed on it.
This was also the only type of cigarette that was rolled with pure tobacco leaves without any added spices. It was very popular among Americans.
The agent lit the cigarette with a silver lighter and took a deep puff. "I'll be honest with you. I don't want to hire a salesman to raise the price."
PS: You are a literary superstar. You just finished the "Da Feng Ji" on Qidian. I'm so jealous. When can I be blown by the wind?
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