As a Wall Street upstart, Martin Channing was not tall, of medium build, and dressed plainly, but he exuded a unique charm.
At this moment, he stood on the small stage with a gentle smile, like a good friend, sharing his success story.
His witty remarks were filled with exquisite rhetorical skills. Compared to Jordan, the "telemarketer," his language was clearly more inflammatory.
"I heard you opened an investment company. Do you want me to talk to my dad and let him do business with you?" In the first row below the stage, Caroline slowly approached Mike and whispered.
This intimate gesture showed that the girl was indeed interested in Mike. However, judging by her awkward pickup skills, she probably had never taken the initiative before.
She gave off a bit of a "silly girl" vibe.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I can manage my company well myself." Mike declined the girl's offer.
Looking at Martin Channing's current state, which already showed signs of a "pyramid scheme," Mike didn't want to throw his money down the drain.
Moreover, looking at Caroline's expression, she didn't seem to genuinely want to help; she probably just wanted to use the name of helping to manipulate Mike a little.
A girl whose thoughts were so plainly written on her face was really too easy to guess.
"Not knowing a good heart~" Caroline, failing in her first "show of goodwill," sat up straight as if in a huff.
Then, for the rest of the time, the girl glanced at Mike from the corner of her eye from time to time, as if playing a childish game of "who speaks first."
"Everyone knows that the money in the world can never be fully earned. And in this era of rapid economic development, the Channing family is willing to share its money-making secrets. At the same time, on behalf of the Channing family, I welcome everyone to become our partners at any time~"
More than half an hour later, Channing's highly inflammatory speech ended. Then, he opened his arms and thanked: "May God bless America, long live America~"
The audience below seemed to be inspired and applauded one after another.
"Long live America!!!"
Just then, a huge echoing shout suddenly came from the back row.
That guy Jordan stood up, clapping vigorously while shouting, his fanatical appearance looking even more excited than Martin.
"Heh, a lucky fraudster." Caroline looked at Jordan's "performance" with disdain on her face.
The reaction of other guests on the scene was similar to hers.
"You know Jordan?" Mike asked the girl beside him in surprise.
"Of course, this person named Jordan Belfort sells junk stocks to poor people through telemarketing. Who knows how many people he has cheated. This is no secret to people on Wall Street." Possessing a sense of justice, Caroline took this opportunity to show off her knowledge.
Sure enough, the current Caroline still lived in an ivory tower; her privileged life made her thinking still very naive.
If she really knew the truth, she would know that what her father was doing was a hundred times more hateful than Jordan.
One can be considered telemarketing fraud at most, while the other is acting as an accomplice to banks, and even planning illegal fundraising.
In terms of social harm, the two cannot be mentioned in the same breath.
At this time, Martin on stage had achieved the effect he wanted for today's party.
As soon as the speech ended, he was surrounded by a group of successful people in the middle, as if discussing making money together.
Jordan, who had just performed outstandingly in the back row, tried several times to squeeze to Martin's side because of his net worth issue, but failed.
Then, he saw Mike chatting with Martin's daughter on the side.
"Hi, Mike. Not going to introduce me?" Jordan came over familiarly.
"This is the eldest daughter of the Channing family, Caroline." Mike introduced Caroline to Jordan, then turned to the girl and said: "That is Jordan Belfort, a friend I just met."
"Hello, Miss Caroline, it's an honor to meet you." Jordan had a decent smile on his face.
His purpose in coming over was to get to know the eldest daughter of the Channing family through Mike, and then get to know the upper-class dignitaries through this eldest daughter.
It could be said he took great pains.
But Caroline obviously didn't buy it; the disdain on her face was almost undisguised.
"Uh, maybe I was presumptuous." Facing disdain, Jordan reacted quickly, mocked himself a little, and alleviated the embarrassment.
Then, he changed his target and chatted with Mike, his words full of admiration for Martin Channing.
In a sense, Martin, who quickly rose to become a super billionaire, could be considered Jordan's idol.
And Mike, having seen parties of high society people, didn't think much of it.
Therefore, he was now happy to chat with Jordan more, deepening the emotional bond between the two to prepare for recruiting him later.
However, his actions seemed to annoy Caroline.
Watching the two men talking and laughing, feeling neglected, the eldest daughter glared fiercely at Mike, then swung her exquisite handbag and left the reception hall.
Anyone could see the dissatisfaction on her face.
"Sorry, I seem to have disturbed your date with that eldest daughter." Jordan signaled with great discernment that Mike could chase after her.
As an old fox, how could Jordan not see that the eldest daughter was interested in Mike?
"Actually, we are just schoolmates; the relationship isn't that close." Mike, who already possessed certain capital, wouldn't accommodate the other party's temper tantrums.
Licking anyone he sees, wouldn't that make him a lick-dog?
"Bro, this time I really admire you." Jordan gave Mike a thumbs up.
But seeing the other party's handsome face, Jordan seemed to understand something.
As the saying goes: the favored one is always fearless.
Speaking of the Channing family's private party, it was much simpler than Mike imagined. That Mr. Martin, apart from being busy promoting his business philosophy, didn't arrange many programs.
Therefore, more than half an hour later, this billionaire-level private party ended hastily.
Downstairs at the Channing Building on Fifth Avenue, Mike waved goodbye to Jordan, watching him leave in a small business car.
"Why did you really get together with that Jordan? I have to remind you, the other party is not a good person." In the extended business car, Chris reminded Mike.
Sure enough, as Caroline said, the name Jordan Belfort was already notorious on Wall Street.
But this was also Jordan's own fault; his money-making methods were rough, and his personality was too eager for quick success.
To put it bluntly, he was still too young and his path had been too smooth; he hadn't really suffered a loss.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Mike smiled knowingly and continued: "That Mr. Jordan is a talent. If there is a chance in the future, we can try to recruit him. So, next, I need you to keep an eye on his every move and report to me at any time if there is a situation."
It is known that Jordan will manipulate a stock later, achieving the feat of earning more than twenty million dollars in three minutes of opening.
Mike could totally follow behind and make a quick buck.
Then, when Jordan is down on his luck, extend an olive branch to him.
This belongs to a win-win situation; Mike wins twice.
"This... alright~" Chris, not knowing the inside story, thought that Jordan starting from scratch to achieve his current status was indeed a talent, so he agreed to Mike's proposal.
Next, after spending a week of relaxation after the start of school, courses at Columbia formally got on track.
Unlike what Mike thought before, the main campus of Columbia, besides popular majors, also had majors prepared for those rich second generations who had money at home but didn't like studying, such as sociology, market research, etc.
Of course, there were also sports majors specially set up for sports students like Big Mike.
But these had nothing to do with Mike. The first major he and Paige applied for was advanced mathematics, which belonged to the elite class at Columbia.
Afterward, Paige also took electives in physics, biology, chemistry, etc. Mike took electives in economics, psychology, law, and other subjects.
For super geniuses, taking a few more subjects was nothing. As long as it didn't delay the progress of the first major, the school wouldn't interfere in the students' affairs.