Yes, Jas Sterling was nervous, not just because of the affable Fields, but more because of the big boss sitting there silently without even getting up—the chairman of the company, Miles Damon.
Let’s put it this way, these two in front of him are definitely Jas Sterling’s favorite capitalists.
It’s not just because he works for them... put it another way, if it were other capitalists being hanged on street lamps, Jas Sterling might still feel a little sad, after all, maybe one of them was his idol. Living in a capitalist country, who wouldn’t want to be a capitalist?
But if it were the two people in this eting room today being strung up on those street lamps, Jas Sterling would even feel sorry for the street lamps.
Considering how much bad karma those street lamps must have accumulated to end up chosen to hang those two...
These deep-seated complaints could be seen as the resentnt of an overworked employee towards their boss, or interpreted as a straightforward impression and moral judgnt after knowing so confidential matters about these big bosses.
In any case, seeing either one of these two people usually makes Jas Sterling nervous, let alone seeing both of them today.
"Young man, sit down, no need to be nervous, today we’re just having a casual chat."
"Okay, Mr. Fields, and Mr. Damon, you are my idol. It was after reading your story that I aspired to work in finance." While sitting down, Jas Sterling couldn’t help but flatter him insincerely.
Unfortunately, the big boss just nodded slightly and appropriately, giving no verbal response to this so-called young fan.
This made Jas Sterling’s heart tighten again. Before entering, he was even searched and couldn’t bring his phone inside, making him feel there was sothing fishy about this eting.
If the company truly saw him as a rising star worth cultivating, the big boss’s attitude clearly wouldn’t be like this.
Although Jas Sterling never thought he would be loyal to this company his whole life, even if they were to part ways, now shouldn’t be the ti.
It’s like a farr working hard all year, finally about to reap their harvest, only to be told they could go work in the city instead, as if soone would help harvest their field—a situation that’s hard to accept.
Fortunately, Fields sitting opposite him didn’t give him ti to overthink: "Senator Lucas just spoke with Mr. Miles on the phone. Hmm, you should know we’ve been backing Senator Lucas’s campaign for the past ten years."
The big boss smiled and said sothing redundant, and Jas Sterling could only nod in agreent.
"So let’s be frank, many big figures are very dissatisfied with so of your actions. Of course, that doesn’t represent our attitude. In fact, we understand so things, but these are the rules of the world. You are a smart young man, you should be able to understand, right?"
Jas Sterling instinctively wanted to continue nodding, but instantly realized and cautiously asked, "No, to be honest, I don’t quite understand what you an, Mr. Fields. I don’t really get what the opposition is trying to express."
"Senator Lucas and the Fed..."
"Alright, let’s not complicate things, let spill it. This matter is actually simple, you crossed the line, Jas. Crossing the line requires punishnt, and this cost cannot be borne by the group for you." Miles Damon, who had been silent, straightforwardly spoke up.
Fields shrugged, swallowing his words.
"This is not..."
"We are not discussing fairness, but responsibility. I’m sorry, you need to take responsibility for the losses you’ve caused. As a mber of the company, we will hire the best lawyers for you to defend you."
As Miles Damon’s words just ended, the door of the eting room was pushed, and the people in black suits who often appear on TV walked directly to Jas Sterling and showed their credentials.
"Co with us, Mr. Sterling."
"What does this an?"
"Please cooperate, I assu you’d also like to walk out of this building with dignity."
Jas Sterling cald down, confirming that his judgnt was correct. These two big bosses in front of him are definitely the epito of the profit-driven exploiters of this world, bringing sha to street lamps if they were hung up on one.
Indeed, any century-old financial institution maintaining for so long is not simple.
"At least let know under what charges I am to follow you." Jas Sterling took a deep breath and said.
"Leaking national secrets and illegal disruption of financial markets."
Jas Sterling: "..."
...
It turns out that the arm cannot twist the thigh.
Jas Sterling ultimately chose to follow those in black suits dignifiedly.
The suits didn’t forget to close the eting room door on their way out.
"Miles, you should have let finish speaking. For such an ambitious young person, so reassurance should be given, at least to ensure he doesn’t speak out of turn."
"No need to worry about that, it doesn’t matter what he says. It’s not his words that concern , but what to do next. Thirty trillion... we all know that outside of Huaxia, no one has the capability to take over such an astronomical amount of debt. And now the foundation upon which these debts exist is disappearing.
Even if we’ve profited greatly this ti, the logic of capital is now different from eight years or even thirty years ago. No one will have an interest in a pile of waste paper, I an no one. Have you thought about that?"
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