Jiang Siming came here not to understand these things, but to find someone—a former high school classmate.
“Hello, sir. Are you looking for stocks, funds, securities, or...?”
As soon as he entered, the staff greeted Jiang Siming with great enthusiasm.
Last night, he had gone to Zhao Xuan's house, and unexpectedly, Zhao Xuan had ordered several sets of men's clothes for him, all top-tier brands, handcrafted by foreign designers.
Luckily, he had brought Zhao Xuan a big pile of LV and Chanel items, otherwise Jiang Siming would have felt like a kept man...
The staff at the securities exchange immediately recognized Jiang Siming’s high-end attire, which is why they were so attentive.
“Is anyone still daring to buy stocks and securities these days?” Jiang Siming asked in return.