Harvest

  The next morning at 9 o'clock, Longyuan Business Hall.

  Lin Qiang led an old man into the living room. The old man's hair was black and white, which could be described as dense, wearing a dark blue suit, very neat, and walking without the need for a cane, looking very spirited.

  "Who is that?" Lin Xiaozao looked at the two walking into the backstage and asked Zheng Shuai.

  "Oh, Lin Qiang's old customer," Zheng Shuai replied. "When he was at the downtown business hall, there were a batch of customers who followed him, but after Lin Qiang was promoted, they were handed over to other customer managers in that business hall."

  "Ah? So many years have passed, and you can still summon people?"

  "You're underestimating Lin Qiang." Zheng Shuai shook his head and said, "Nowadays, clients are not fools. The higher their status and the more money they have, the more astute they are, and the better they can judge people. Being able to follow a client manager like Lin Qiang is their good fortune. As long as Lin Qiang is willing to speak up, there should be quite a few old clients coming here."

  "It's no wonder you're a senior." Lin Xiao-zao clenched her small fist to cheer on Lin Qiang, then suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, won't the original sales office director be angry about this?"

  "It depends on Lin Qiang's ability." Zheng Shuai said calmly, "Xiao Zao, sometimes, the more enemies a person has, the more friends he also has."

  In the living room, Lin Qiang personally brewed a pot of red tea for the old man and poured it into the teacups that had been prepared in advance.

  "Golden eyebrow, Old Qiu, your taste hasn't changed, has it?"

  The old man looked up and laughed loudly: "Qiang Xiao, it's still you who has a good memory, every time you deliberately prepare this tea for me. The customer managers after you just casually took some damp tea leaves to get rid of this old man."

  The old man said, picking up his teacup and sniffing it slightly: "Still new tea!"

  Qiu Zhizhang, a friend of Lin Qiang's from his younger years. The two met when they were still at the city center business hall and would often chat about everything under the sun. Later on, Mr. Qiu casually helped Lin Qiang with some financial investments which yielded good returns, thus maintaining their relationship over time. Their friendship was as calm as water, each time relying on a pot of tea to chat for a short while. For Mr. Qiu, coming over to talk to his young friend about major life events was more important than managing his assets, which he only did casually.

  When Lin Qiang was in a predicament, he also contacted Qiu Lao first. He knew that Qiu Lao would definitely come.

  The two men raised their cups and drank together. After a moment, Qiu Lao sighed and said, "It's been two years, I thought you were on your way to success, how did you end up back here?"

  This old Qiu is also quite inconsiderate, opening his mouth and saying the most embarrassing thing.

  But Lin Qiang was not afraid of being ridiculed, nor was he a person who couldn't afford to lose. He immediately retorted: "I still have to thank Old Qiu for his words back then."

  "Huh? Me?" Qiu Zhi Zhang said in confusion, "My old man has always been sending money to your bank, clearly a benefactor who helped you rise to fame, how did he become the one who brought you down?"

  "You forgot?" Lin Qiang looked around with a sigh, "At that time, the situation was almost the same as now. We had just finished discussing a leader's political arrangement. After hearing my thoughts, you made up your mind."

  Qiu Zhi-zhang thought for a moment, suddenly patted his head and burst out laughing: "Look at my memory! Right, right, right! I said it back then! If you, Xiaoyou, become a leader, you'll definitely fall within three years!!"

  Qiu Zhi Zhang's laughter grew more and more intense, but it wasn't mocking or ridiculing. In his laughter, there was a hint of melancholy, which ended up making Lin Qiang laugh along with him.

  After the two of them had a good laugh, Old Qiu hurriedly refilled their tea cups and cleared his throat before saying with a bitter tone: "I remembered that when people get old, they can't even recall what they ate yesterday, but things from years ago are still vivid in their minds."

  Qiu Lao cleared his throat and seriously recalled the scene at that time.

  "Those who are too rigid will easily break, while those who are gentle and flexible will not be defeated. Haven't you seen how Han Xin was demoted and Yue Fei died unjustly?"

  Lin Qiang also felt the passing of time and recalled: "Han Xin was weak, how could he be a national hero without equal? Yue Fei was humble, how could he have been loyal to the country?"

  "Haha!" Old Qiu laughed again and asked slyly, "Today I let you speak, but you still say the same thing."

  Lin Qiang thought for a moment and finally nodded.

  "Alright!" Old Qiu slapped the table and said immediately, "Since you've even called me, an old man, over this time, I'll give you another push. Consider it making up for past mistakes. If you fall again in the future, I'm afraid this old man will have gone to his grave!"

  "Old Qiu, your physique, might outlive me."

  Qiu Zhi-zhang pointed at Lin Qiang and scolded with a smile: "You're cursing me for not dying of old age!"

  "I don't dare."

  After chatting for a while, they gradually returned to the topic. Qiu Lao also started complaining like an ordinary old man.

  "To be honest, at my age, money isn't that important to me anymore, but of course, the more the better. Old Qiu frowned, seemingly dissatisfied. "After you left, I introduced a new person to help me with financial management. That customer manager recommended a series of comprehensive financial plans to me, including stock market stuff, which I didn't understand. Over the years, I lost tens of millions."

  He said with a smile, "Fortunately, I'm older and more cautious now, so most of my money is still in time deposits, which means I didn't lose more in the stock market crash."

  "Mr. Qiu, rest assured, this time I'm recommending low-risk foreign exchange products and a few funds that I personally think are good." Lin Qiang handed over several materials he had already prepared: "For the foreign exchange products, I can guarantee an annual return of 4%-8%. As for these funds, there is still a possibility of losing money, but overall, the market has more opportunities to make a profit. It's up to you to decide."

  Qiu Lao didn't look at the materials and just said, "I don't understand, I'll do as you say. I remember before your promotion, I had 7 million with you, and in total, you helped me earn 550,000. This time, it's 8 million, you arrange it."

  Lin felt a sense of relief, old relationships are indeed valuable, and Qiu Lao's kindness brought in 80 million yuan with just one stroke.

  "You'd better take a look at these products," Lin Qiang advised. "After all, I'm just providing consulting and recommendations, the decision is yours to make."

  "Never mind, you know better than me, just don't make me lose out!" Qiu Zhi Zhang had already taken out his pen and hastily asked, "Where's the contract? I'll sign it directly."

  Three years ago, Lin Qiang's marketing approach was ridiculed by others. His superiors even talked to him about it, telling him not to market those products that brought lower returns for the bank. With such ability, he should create greater value. But Lin Qiang didn't listen and insisted on not selling stock-based financial products, instead focusing on quantity over quality and relying on principal-guaranteed wealth management products to retain a large number of customers, ultimately becoming the marketing champion.

  Three years later, when he needed it, customers like Qiu Zhizhang came back again.

  He realized that his detour was not in vain. If he had only focused on making money back then, he might have been promoted earlier, but now, he probably wouldn't have received such help.

  Later, Lin Qiang invested 50 million in RMB-based financial management based on Qiu Lao's situation, and the remaining 30 million was allocated to several funds he favored to hedge against risks. Qiu Zhi-chang really didn't look at the contract as he said, and directly signed his name with a flourish of his pen.

  This made Zheng Shuai and Lin Xiaozi secretly shocked, such a large amount of funds, such a high level of trust, is not something that ordinary people can do.

  Seeing off Old Qiu, it was already past 10:30. Anyway, we had to wait for Old Qiu to finish saying the words he had held back for several years.

  "80 million ah...... all of a sudden it's 80 million ah......" Lin Xiaozi asked in surprise, "Boss, are you a monster? With just a flicker of your eyes, another hundred million-level old man has appeared."

  Lin Qiang smiled and glanced at his watch: "Not bad, it's shorter than I expected. I have another appointment at 11 o'clock."

  "What? Again?"

  "Right, I've invited all the old clients from before who can be invited." Lin Qiang stretched his waist lazily, preparing for battle. "This week's schedule is already fully booked."

  "In that case... even if it's a hundred million, there's still a chance." Lin Xiaozi was overjoyed, "Boss, I've learned again!"

  "What did you learn?"

  "Diligence in farming will always yield a harvest!" Lin Xiao Zao said with glee, "Zhou Ren is my first client, I must plan carefully and not let him lose money. This way, when I encounter situations like the supervisor's in the future, there will be people to help me."

  "Haha, you first guarantee that he's made a profit before talking." Lin Qiang patted Lin Xiao's shoulder, "Go to the back and help me freeze some ice cubes, this client likes to drink iced orange juice."

  "Good!"

  The two turned around and bumped into Chen Yan, who was approaching them with a smile.

  "Congratulations, Director Lin, a big order in the morning!" Chen Zong's face was full of congratulatory expressions. "With this, plus the recent performance of the business hall, it has basically broken through 10 million, easily completing one-tenth of the target, what a wonderful achievement!"

  "Thank you." Lin Qiang just felt that this guy was too weird, his acting skills were too exaggerated.

  "But... things don't seem to be going that smoothly." Chen Liang spread his hands, "Just now the branch office called and said they would strictly crack down on mutual gift-giving of performance records. Everything will be based on the name of the salesperson who signed the contract. Unfortunately, the orders in front of the business hall can't be put under your name, Director Lin."

  "What?" Lin Xiaozi heard this and immediately became anxious. "My order was clearly obtained by Manager Ming, how can it be like this?"

  "Rules are rules, and leaders are leaders." Chen Tsui said with a regretful expression, sadly telling Lin Xiao-zao, "If the leader is not happy, there are ten thousand ways to deal with you."

  Lin Qiang finally knew what Chen Yan's feeling was like - a eunuch.

  It seems this is not acting skills but an innate temperament, and indeed there are many weirdos in the banking industry.

  "That part was never in my calculations." Lin Qiang smiled casually and pushed Chen Yan towards the back stage, "My bills will all be personally handled and signed by me. Please rest assured, leader. If there's any irregularity, I, Lin Qiang, won't allow it first."

  "Then it's hard work." Chen Tong slightly bowed his head politely again.

  Lin Xiaozi only felt that Chen Cheng's appearance was extremely disgusting, and she chased after Lin Qiang: "This person... this person is a pervert or something, why does he speak more disgustingly than a girl?"

  "Hey, perverts are everywhere." Lin Qiang looked at Xiao Xiao, who was desperately marketing to customers in the cabinet, "Some women are even more manly than men..."