Chapter 36 Part II Tasin-17

one interview person is you Just as I was about to leave, I found a pile of my letters in the mailbox.Some appeared to be bills, and one was from the Endwich Bank.But now I've figured out an ingenious way to deal with these annoying letters: I put them all in a dresser drawer and then close the drawer.It was the only way to keep those letters from stressing me out, and it worked.When I closed the drawer tightly and walked out the door, I had forgotten all about those letters. When I arrived, the venue was already full of people.I informed the conference officer at the reception desk of my name and he gave me a big new package with the HSBC logo on it.There was a stack of promotional materials, a photo of all the hosts of the exchange celebrating each other with champagne (which was nice, as if we were actually planning to use it in the magazine), and a sun union for two Drink coupons from the company, a £1,000 lottery ticket (if I had to choose, I would invest that money in a unit investment trust), a stick advertising Eastgate Insurance Lollipops, and a name tag with Journalist on top.I also found a white envelope containing tickets to the Barclays Bank champagne reception. I took the tickets out, carefully put them in my handbag, and pinned my name tag prominently on the collar of my shirt. Start wandering around the venue.

Of course, I usually throw away the name tag as soon as I get it.But the best thing about being in a meeting like this is that there's always someone who keeps pushing you stuff.They're mostly boring brochures about savings plans, but sometimes you get little free gifts and treats too.So, in just one hour, I've got two pens, a paper knife, a small box of Ferrero chocolates, a helium balloon that says "Save to be rich," and a T-shirt with a cartoon picture. The T-shirt was sponsored by a certain mobile communication company.And I also had two free cappuccinos, a bar of chocolate, some cider (from Somerset Savings), a small bag of biscuits and a free drink from Sun Union.However, my notebook is still blank, and I haven't asked a single question, but that doesn't matter.I can always pick something out of those promotional materials.

I saw a pretty pretty little silver clock in some people's hands, and I wanted one too, so I wandered about, hoping to discover where they had it.Just then, I heard someone calling me, "Becky!" I looked up—it was Ellie! She was standing in the Wisby booth with a few people in suits, beckoning me over. "Hi!" I said happily, "How are you?" "Very good!" She said and smiled happily at me. "Really nice." She looked so pretty, I have to say.She was wearing a bright red suit, unmistakably Karen Millen's; a pair of pretty square-toed shoes, and her hair was neatly combed back.The only thing I can't agree with is the earrings she's wearing.Why did she suddenly start wearing pearl earrings? Maybe it's to match other clothes!

"My God, I can't believe you're one of them!" I lowered my voice and said, "I'm going to interview you next!" I learned from Martin Bashir, the host of the Panorama show, A well-known British journalist once became famous for exclusively exposing Jackson's pedophile video. ——The appearance of the translation annotation eagerly raised his head. "Ms. Granger, can you tell me what Wisby's investment objectives and principles are?" Ellie gave a small laugh, then reached into a box behind her. "Here you are," she said, handing me a brochure.

"Oh, thanks." I said sarcastically, stuffing it into my bag.I think maybe in front of her peers, she just had to put on a good show. "It's really an exciting time at Wisby's right now," continued Ellie. "You know what? Next month we're launching a whole new set of funds. Five in total: UK Growth Fund, UK Prospects Fund, European Growth Fund, European Prospects Fund, and…” Why on earth is she telling me this? "Ellie..." "And the American Growth Fund!" she added triumphantly.She didn't look like she was joking at all. "Yeah," I said after a pause, "well, that sounds really...exciting!"

"If necessary, I can arrange for our public relations staff to give you another call," she said, "so that I can provide you with some more detailed information." what? "No," I said quickly, "no, that's fine. So, uh... what are you going to do later? Do you want to go out for a drink?" "No," she said apologetically, "I'm going to see an apartment." "Are you moving?" I asked in surprise.Ellie now lives in one of the coolest flats in Camden with guys from two bands who often take her to free shows.I really can't figure out why she wants to move.

“I’m actually looking to buy an apartment,” she said. “I’m looking at properties in Streatham … I’m just trying to get my first steps into property investing.” "Yes," I replied feebly, "good idea." "You should too, Becky," she said, "You can't live in a student flat forever. Someday you'll have to face real life!" She glanced at one of the men in suits, He smiled slightly. I thought indignantly that the place where I live is not a student apartment.And, after all, who defines "real life"? Who says "real life" is real estate investing and dreaded pearl earrings? Better to call it "boring life that sucks."

"Are you going to the champagne press conference at Barclays?" I hoped, thinking maybe we could have some drinks and have a fun time together.But she scowled and shook her head. "I might go for a little while," she said, "but I can't get away from here." "Okay," I said, "well, let's... see you later!" I left Weisby's booth and walked slowly toward where the champagne reception was taking place, feeling a bit uninspired.As much as I tried to keep my thoughts out of my head, I was still a bit flustered, was Ellie right and I was wrong? Maybe I should also think about things like real estate and growth capital.Oh god, maybe there's something wrong with me.I'm just missing the genes that allowed me to grow up, the genes that allowed me to be able to buy a flat in Streatham, the genes that allowed me to visit new housing estates every weekend...everybody's trying to get one A world that I simply don't understand.

But by the time I reached the entrance to the reception, my spirits were restored.There was free champagne to drink, and who wouldn't lift their spirits at something like this? The reception was held in a marquee with a giant promotional banner hanging outside.A band was playing music, and a girl in ribbons stood at the entrance, handing out Barclays key rings to guests.When she saw the name tag on my chest, she immediately smiled at me.She handed me a glossy white brochure and said, "Just a moment, please." Then she walked up to a group of people, whispered something to a man in a suit, and came back. "You'll be greeted in a moment," she said, "and now I'll get you a glass of champagne."

Now you see what I mean by being a journalist? No matter where you go, you get special treatment.I took the champagne, stuffed the stack of documents into my bag, and took a sip of the champagne.Oh, it tastes so good.The ice is cold, the wine is fragrant, and it is still frothy.Maybe I'll stay here for hours and drink until there's no more champagne left.They dare not chase me, I am a reporter.In fact, maybe I will... "Rebecca, I'm glad you're here." I looked up, and my whole body froze immediately.That man in the suit was Luke Brandon, and now he was standing in front of me, looking straight at me with a look on his face that I couldn't understand.Suddenly, I felt very uncomfortable.Originally, I thought that if I met him, I would treat him with a cold attitude, but just seeing him, I already felt hot from the humiliation I received last time.

"Hello." I lowered my head and murmured.Why on earth should I say "hello" to him? "I've always wanted you to come." His voice was low and serious. "I really want to..." "Yes," I interrupted, "I...I can't continue talking to you, I have to interview other people, you know I'm here for work." I tried to sound dignified, but there was an unstoppable tremor in my voice, and I could feel myself blushing slightly because he was staring at me.So before he could speak again, I quickly turned and walked towards the other end of the tent.I don't know where I want to go, but I know I have to keep walking until I find someone to talk to. The problem is that I can't see a single person I know.The room was full of bankers, laughing and talking golf.And these people are all tall and broad-shouldered, blocking my view.God, this is so embarrassing.I was like a six-year-old at a grown-up party! I caught a glimpse of Moira Channing at the Daily Herald in a corner, and she winked at me, but I wasn't going to talk to her.Well, just keep going, I told myself.Pretend you're on your way somewhere and take it easy! Then I saw Luke Brandon at the other end of the tent again.When he saw me, he jerked his head and started walking towards me again.Oh god, hurry up, I gotta hurry up.I must find someone to talk to immediately. With that, why not talk to these two people standing next to each other? The man is middle-aged, and the woman next to him looks much younger.It seemed like they didn't know too many people either.Thankfully, whoever they are, I ask them what their impressions of the personal finance session was and whether they found it useful.I'm going to act like I'm doing an interview for an article.That way, when Luke Brandon arrives, I can concentrate on the conversation and not on him.OK, let's do it!