Washington Square, New York, Tisch Hall.

"Su, the new Mexican president has delivered an inaugural speech." In the classroom, Su Jingzhen was competing in front of the textbook. Mike sneaked in and said in a low voice to Su Jingzhen.

Is it going to start? Su Jingzhen's heart suddenly broke out from the textbook: "Where is Mixue'er? Is there any news on her?" Su Jingzhen first asked Mixue'er if she had brought any news, because as a gold card user of Citibank, she always had first-hand information.

"I didn't meet her, but after school, won't you go to your house to have a party? You should be able to meet her by that time." Mike said in a low voice, afraid that it would affect the study of nearby classmates.

Su Jingzhen thought about it and couldn't stay here and wait foolishly. He had to go out to find Mixueer. While packing the textbook, he said to Mike: "Where is Nancy? Didn't she always follow Mixueer? Did she leave a message?"

Su Jingzhen hates this era a little. Although there were already analog phones in 1994, Su Jingzhen never had the idea of ​​buying one. Not to mention whether it is appropriate for a student to hold a big brick in his hand. In terms of portability alone, Su Jingzhen has no desire to buy it. Where did he buy it? In his backpack?

But now I suddenly couldn't find anyone, which reminded him of my elder brother. Although it was annoying, it was not useless. However, it was a bit too late to say this now, and it was useless to buy it because it couldn't be given to Mixue'er.

The two of them walked out of the classroom secretly, left the Tixi Hall, and looked around in a daze...

Mike reacted quickly, said to Su Jingzhen, and ran to his dormitory. He had to call John and find another person together, so it would be easier.

Su Jingzhen himself walked to the telephone booth on the side. He wanted to make a call and go to Joanna to ask about the situation.

"Joanna, have you read the news?" The operator turned the phone to Joanna's desk. She just picked up the phone and heard Su Jingzhen's voice.

"Well, I understand, and the market expectations are exactly the same as your judgment, so don't be anxious first. The market can only see its true direction after digesting the information." Joanna is probably waiting for Su Jingzhen's call, so she also said a long story short and immediately revealed the information she had.

When Su Jingzhen heard Joanna's obscure expression, he felt relieved. Although he was sure that this Mexican financial crisis would happen as usual, he could not get the information he needed for a day, and he would only stay away for a long time, and he would always feel that he was too floating and not at ease enough.

Because this is not just his own business, it involves the trust of his parents and friends and classmates. If it is just trust, it is fine. There is money and interest relationship. If there is any butterfly effect, then he will really cry without tears. Although his parents may not say anything, classmates and friends may not be sure. Complaints? Angry? Losing friendship? It may happen.

"Then we'll talk tonight after you get off work. Now you can go and do it first." Su Jingzhen also told Joanna in a vague way, asking her to continue collecting information.

In this era, without the Internet, we cannot have the ability to grasp the information of other countries in real time just by installing a software on the computer, and we cannot operate some transnational financial transactions. We can only rely on TV news to obtain information, and only on telephone to get contact.

"Okay, I'm really going to start busy. I have to read a lot of information. See you in the evening."

"goodbye."

Su Jingzhen hung up the phone and stood there in a daze. He felt a little sorry for Joanna. This was not a relationship between men and women, but it was simply because Joanna had to memorize a lot of things. This was not an easy thing. It was a talent that only a very small number of people had, but neither he nor Joanna.

It would be great if Joanna could write the information on paper so that she would not have to remember these useless data after the period, or copy it out with a five-inch disk. It would be great if there was a USB flash drive. Don't worry about this at all, just copy and paste it directly.

Su Jingzhen's thoughts suddenly drifted to the outer edge of the atmosphere, boundless.

"Su, we didn't find Michelle on the way, but a classmate said that he met her half an hour ago and was in the hall." John and Mike ran over with breath. As soon as John met, he quickly told the news he had found. As for Mike, he was holding his knees with his hands and gasping.

In an office in the hall of Tixi, economics professor Bauman was watching with the manuscript paper in his hand. Just now, the daughter of an acquaintance, Michelle, walked into his office and submitted a paper to him.

"The mutual influence of political instability and economic recession"?

“This is a bit big.”

After Michelle left, Bauman said to himself, picked up the coffee at hand and took a sip of it, and slowly looked at the paper.

If Mixueer hadn't been the daughter of his thoughts, he wouldn't have received such a paper at all. This was a freshman. Before school started, a student submitted such a paper to him. Without thinking, he could throw it away.

But now it is different. This acquaintance paid a sponsorship fund and honored the school director. He had to give face no matter how he tried, pick a few mistakes and rewrite them back. In this way, both parties could have an explanation, which would not hinder the school's majesty, but also respect the school director's face.

But as he looked, Bauman forgot the coffee at hand and gradually became fascinated. The detailed data and simple and impactful legends all showed that this was not a random paper. Michelle took out the internal documents of Morgan Investment Bank?

Bauman put down his coffee and flipped back to the cover of the paper. Who is the signature? Who is the instructor?

Stephen Sue Bauman frowned and thought for a while before he remembered that he thought he was a student from Asia. This was really an ordinary enough name. Is the first one signed by him? How could it be Michelle who submitted the paper?

Baoman looked carefully and found that not only Mixueer signed the paper, but also several students from the undergraduate class were also on it. This is a small study group? Baoman looked through his mind and never recalled the memory of having established such a group.

But the argument in this paper is very clear, and it directly opens the door to express that Mexico is in an economic crisis, and then explains what the background of the economic crisis is, what is the reason for the beginning, the argument is accurate and the argument is very complete. If the Mexican economy is really as stated in the paper, then the economic crisis will inevitably occur.

The turmoil caused by this is enough to affect the political level. This is also the argument of this paper. It starts because of politics and ends because of politics. This is interesting.

After reading the paper, Bauman focused on it for a while, and picked up the phone number at hand: "Hey, Goldman Sachs?"
Chapter completed!