Chapter 47: Philip Fisher

"What deal?" Phuket was at a loss.
White didn't speak directly, but stirred the coffee a few times. This slow motion made Phuket more anxious, and White wanted this effect.
When Phuket's patience was almost exhausted, White said leisurely: "This deal, I want to put it in the future. If you want, you can leave your contact information."
To deal with this kind of arrogant little kid, don't be anxious, you must turn the object-oriented, and put the dominant power in your own hands. Let's talk about the appetite, the effect will be much better.
"Future? I refuse." Phuket raised his chin.
White took a sip of coffee: "In that case, forget it."
Phuket stood up, feeling that something was wrong again, and stared at White for a long time before defeating.
"A mysterious look, what is it?" Phuket asked.
White slowly said: "I want to build a website. However, there are no funds and personnel. So I will postpone it in the future. I only need your contact information, nothing else."
In the course of Phuket's thinking, White handed some of the cash he had with him to Phuket.
Phuket was initially unwilling, and Phuket thought it was a bribe to him.
White was amused by his "unyielding to the death": "This is the reward just now."
When Phuket accepted the money, his face hesitated.
White turned around: "Evelyn, let's go."
Evelyn stood up and picked up the cold drink on the table together. The two put on their coats and were about to go out.
Phuket hesitantly called them from behind: "Wait a minute...I will give it."
A smile slowly appeared on White's face.
As they walked out of the cold drink shop, Evelyn was surprised: "Why is Phuket changing so fast?"
"Because I gave him the money." White explained, "It made him think I was a generous person. Have you noticed his dress? Phuket doesn't seem to have a regular job. This kind of person is most eager for a night. I got rich. I used the production site to fish, and Phuket really got the bait."
Fishing is real, and wanting to make a website is also real. White explained, while silently thinking.
White returned to the apartment and planned to send an e-mail to the blog to see the income data of his game, but hesitated again.
This is not a good time. The best time is to reach out at the trough and push it into the abyss.
White wanted to create a website similar to Twitter and Facebook, but there was not enough funds. This was the biggest problem.
Just a little income from Brooklyn's BSB company can only make some small games. Google's source of income is mainly used for life needs.
So how should this part of the funding source be resolved?
White was worried, and while he was hiding in the room thinking, Iverson, who hadn't seen him for many days, rushed in and hugged White.
White struggled and coughed: "You let go first, okay?"
"Today Philip Fisher came to the school to give a speech. You will never stop going?" Iverson shouted.
Philip Fisher?
"That's from your finance department..." White stopped in the middle of speaking.
He originally intended to say "what's up to me", but then he thought it was wrong. Like Bill Gates, although he is a bigwig in the IT industry in Silicon Valley, he made a lot of investment later, otherwise he would not be able to be the richest man for so long with a Microsoft.
If you want to start a business, you can't get rid of money.
How does the money come the fastest? financial investment.
White was not a stockholder before he was born again, so he was not familiar with these. But White thought again that all opportunities are reserved for speculators. No stock speculation does not mean that you cannot enter this industry.
Besides, there is Iverson from the Department of Finance nearby. If you don't understand, you can also ask him for advice.
auzw.com White felt a little moved when he thought about this: "This afternoon?"
"Yes." Iverson said.
Philip Fisher is one of Stanford's many well-known alumni, and he is an extremely successful investor.
Fisher is ninety-five years old this year, but his dedication is still respected by many people. Fisher is a man who retired near the age of ninety-two. He came to Stanford to give a speech at an advanced age. lucky.
When White and Iverson struggled to squeeze into Fisher's public speaking class, the spacious and bright lecture room was already filled with black people.
White could only slip at the end with Iverson, seeing nothing.
White squatted behind for a while, they were not qualified to attend the public class, so they had to do so.
"Or else, Iverson. Listen here, and tell me what you heard when you go back." White proposed.
Without a doubt, White's little cleverness was yelled at by Iverson.
"You want to be beautiful!"
White thought to himself that in the near future, Stanford or Stanford alumni will publish a edition of Fisher's lecture books, and there is no difference between reading a book and listening to a lecture.
White stood up and patted Iverson: "You keep working hard. I will stop by Professor Gomez to make up for my poor course grades."
There is no way to refute this. White's grades are already terrible. Professor Gomez made it clear before that he hoped that he would not give up his studies. White did respond in the same way, but he has been busy recently and hasn't found a chance.
Iverson had no words to refute, and had no choice but to agree to White's request. White was able to slip out.
When it came to the battlefield, White seemed to retreat again.
No, why come to the university to suffer during a good holiday.
Professor Gomez may not be here now, so who is it that he has worked so hard to learn?
White hesitated, and unknowingly walked to the vending machine outside.
White wanted to get a bottle of sports drink, only to find that an old man with an order was also buying it.
Originally, White didn't want to care, but he couldn't see it more and more.
It seems difficult for the elderly to handle this mechanism.
He muttered in a vague tone: "The more you change, the worse..."
White finally couldn't see it, so he said "I'll help you" and helped him take out the drink bottle.
When White turned his gaze on the old man, the old man smiled slightly, with a gratitude on his face.
He is an old man with a thin face and a slightly rickety figure.
White suspected that he was also an alumnus of Stanford, and his attitude was unavoidable.
The old man slowly said, "Are you a Stanford student?"
White hesitated a little. He didn't actually stay at Stanford long, but he nodded.
The old man nodded: "I was also a Stanford student more than 80 years ago."
White nodded with him unconsciously. But it didn't feel right to light it.
More than eighty years ago... horrible.
The old man took out the cent coins from the vending machine.
"This is a small one-cent coin, but sometimes a small one cent can create huge wealth." The old man gave the coin to White with a smile again, "What is your name?"
"White. White Engelson."
"Oh, this is Fisher."
"..."