Chapter 27 Can you get off my wife?
Adam Smith, thirty-nine years old.
In the first thirty years of his life, he has always been regarded as a successful example of civilian counterattack.
I had excellent grades when I was a child. Although my family was not wealthy, I still relied on my talent to get into a good university in New York State.
It’s not an Ivy League school, but it’s decent.
With loans and occasional scholarships, Adam paid for his expensive tuition, completed his studies, and successfully joined a Wall Street securities firm.
That was probably the second most glorious moment in his life. His parents invited the entire community to the hotel for a big meal.
For a Wall Street elite to emerge from a civilian community is a major event worth remembering.
After entering the workplace, Adam Smith gradually discovered that his IQ and EQ were not enough.
In college, he could still rely on hard work to catch up with those classmates with higher IQs than him. When he entered the "elite concentration camp" of Wall Street, he was surrounded by graduates from Ivy League schools, all of whom were well-rounded people.
His ordinary family background cannot bring him any help in this world of fame and fortune. Even if he mobilizes all his relatives and friends, the funds he can collect are not even a fraction of those of his colleagues who come from wealthy families.
But Adam Smith relied on his recklessness and incredible luck to make his first pot of gold in the first year after joining the company. He used the funds raised by his relatives and friends to kill everyone, such as Miraculously, the capital was doubled more than ten times.
The little-known rookie jumped into the financial wave. Not only did he not capsize, he also relied on the "newbie benefits" to continue to make gains. Although there were occasional mistakes in the following years, his performance and wealth remained stable. increase.
If America is the world of capital, then Wall Street is the heart of capital, where money is everything!
A broker who can make money is the king sought after by everyone on this street. All he sees are smiling faces and all he encounters is kindness.
At the age of thirty, Adam Smith ushered in the highlight of his life.
Not only did he earn $18 million in just three minutes, creating a new wealth myth, he also met the love of his life, a sexy and intellectual blonde.
Confirming that this was his lifelong partner, Adam launched a fierce financial offensive against the blonde, and within a month they walked hand in hand into the church.
The married life was happy and sweet, and soon he had a lovely daughter. Adam Smith once felt that he was the happiest man in the world.
Unfortunately, luck does not always accompany a person's life. Adam, who was very happy in love, faced a crisis in his career.
After his marriage, Adam's performance declined, and several investment failures tarnished his reputation as a "golden broker."
Although I have been able to survive for two more years with my savings, my luck is getting worse and worse. I will lose everything I buy. Sometimes I am sure of it, but I encounter a big player and I lose everything.
In the end, no one was willing to approach Adam for financial management. He could only make a living by wandering the streets and fooling a few newbies with unfamiliar faces.
If your income plummets, your marriage will no longer be happy.
The hot wife who was won by money offensive couldn't bear the gap and refused to give Adam a good look every day. Later, she openly cheated on him.
Today is another fruitless day.
After a day of selling on the street, Adam Smith dragged his exhausted body back to his work station. Before he could even sit down and rest for a while, his supervisor came to the door.
"Adam, you should understand the rules. The company's position in the securities hall is limited. Starting from tomorrow, you will lose this position."
"But this position was the one I relied on back then. I earned it through performance!” Adam Smith growled: “This position belongs to me!” , the company will eliminate you last year.”
The supervisor sneered, turned around and pointed to the alley across the street from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
There are a large number of rookie brokers with no background gathered in the alley. They are not qualified to enter the trading floor and can only sell stocks on the street. Even if they find a customer, they must ask the traders in the floor to complete the transaction.
Of course, a certain commission must be paid to the traders in the hall.
"Now you just go back to where you should go. I believe you are used to it."
After teasing, he issued an ultimatum with a cold face.
"After get off work, I don't want your things to be left at the workstation." When things go well, there is goodwill everywhere. When life enters a low point, the people around you will become ferocious and terrifying.
“Asshole!” Adam Smith punched the workstation, furious.
But in the end it was just incompetence and rage.
Wall Street is cruel, and Adam has foreseen this outcome from the moment his performance declined and was delayed in recovery.
We don’t believe in tears here, even crocodiles won’t shed tears on this street, because there are no philanthropists here.
Carrying a large cardboard box and a briefcase on his arm, Adam Smith was walking home.
The sun sets in the west, dyeing the horizon with dazzling colors.
Bent over and with his head lowered, Adam Smith had no time to appreciate the sunset. He walked back to his home in silence.
This is a street-facing apartment in Manhattan.
The apartment is not high, only three floors, with a small yard. It was a house that Adam Smith bought when he was very prosperous.
As life deteriorated, one of Adam's luckiest decisions was to buy the house in full.
At that time, he was busy in the stock market and wanted to invest every penny of his funds. His parents kept persuading him to leave a place for himself and his wife. In addition, he was attracted by his beauty at that time. He was fascinated by his wife and thought that he should give her a wedding gift, so he allocated all the stock market funds to buy a house.
Pushing the door into the house, the wooden ceiling creaked, as if it was undergoing some kind of force.
Adam Smith was stunned for a while, put the large cardboard box and briefcase on the table, picked up the baseball bat in the corner, and stepped onto the stairs.
The door to the bedroom on the second floor was ajar, and there was the sound of violent breathing and the sound of wooden sticks hitting the water.
Adam Smith pushed open the bedroom door and held the baseball bat tightly with both hands. His veins popped out with such strength.
"Can you get off my wife?"
A cold voice interrupted the sound of hitting the water.
The two busy people turned their heads and looked over.
"Hey, it's Adam!" The fat man showed an awkward and sarcastic smile: "Wait a minute, Mrs. Smith is too enthusiastic!"
Mrs. Smith, who was below, glanced at her husband and sneered. Said: "Go to the kitchen to cook when you come back."
As he said, he urged the fat man: "Leave him alone, let's continue."
Adam Smith tried to lift the baseball in his hand But he finally put it down, turned around and left, closing the door.
Because this fat man is his boss.
After losing his job in the securities hall, Adam can still make a living by relying on "street promotion". If this stick continues, he will completely lose his job and face bankruptcy.
The wife will have grounds to sue for divorce. At that time, he will first lose half of his property, and he will also have to bear the child support for his unborn daughter, leaving him with nothing.
The silent man walked towards the kitchen downstairs, looking at the sunset disappearing on the horizon in the distance, ushering in the darkness.
The most desperate thing in the world is that the sun sets every day.
The darkness seems endless.
Half an hour later, the fat man left with a satisfied look on his face. Adam Smith, who had finished dinner early, carried his briefcase to the study on the third floor.
Throwing the briefcase aside, a black videotape was thrown out.
(End of this chapter)