Super God-Level Top Student

Yes, James Sterling was nervous, not just because of the affable Fields, but more because of the big boss sitting there silently without even getting up—the chairman of the company, Miles Damon.

Let's put it this way, these two in front of him are definitely James Sterling's favorite capitalists.

It's not just because he works for them... put it another way, if it were other capitalists being hanged on street lamps, James Sterling might still feel a little sad, after all, maybe one of them was his idol. Living in a capitalist country, who wouldn't want to be a capitalist?

But if it were the two people in this meeting room today being strung up on those street lamps, James Sterling would even feel sorry for the street lamps.

Considering how much bad karma those street lamps must have accumulated to end up chosen to hang those two...

These deep-seated complaints could be seen as the resentment of an overworked employee towards their boss, or interpreted as a straightforward impression and moral judgment after knowing some confidential matters about these big bosses.

In any case, seeing either one of these two people usually makes James Sterling nervous, let alone seeing both of them today.

"Young man, sit down, no need to be nervous, today we're just having a casual chat."

"Okay, Mr. Fields, and Mr. Damon, you are my idol. It was after reading your story that I aspired to work in finance." While sitting down, James Sterling couldn't help but flatter him insincerely.

Unfortunately, the big boss just nodded slightly and appropriately, giving no verbal response to this so-called young fan. Rеаd аhеаd аnd gеt updаtеs аt М*V*L*Е*М*Р*Y*R.

This made James Sterling's heart tighten again. Before entering, he was even searched and couldn't bring his phone inside, making him feel there was something fishy about this meeting.

If the company truly saw him as a rising star worth cultivating, the big boss's attitude clearly wouldn't be like this.

Although James Sterling never thought he would be loyal to this company his whole life, even if they were to part ways, now shouldn't be the time.

It's like a farmer working hard all year, finally about to reap their harvest, only to be told they could go work in the city instead, as if someone would help harvest their field—a situation that's hard to accept.

Fortunately, Fields sitting opposite him didn't give him time to overthink: "Senator Lucas just spoke with Mr. Miles on the phone. Hmm, you should know we've been backing Senator Lucas's campaign for the past ten years."

The big boss smiled and said something redundant, and James Sterling could only nod in agreement.

"So let's be frank, many big figures are very dissatisfied with some of your actions. Of course, that doesn't represent our attitude. In fact, we understand some things, but these are the rules of the world. You are a smart young man, you should be able to understand, right?"

James Sterling instinctively wanted to continue nodding, but instantly realized and cautiously asked, "No, to be honest, I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Fields. I don't really get what the opposition is trying to express."

"Senator Lucas and the Fed..."

"Alright, let's not complicate things, let me spill it. This matter is actually simple, you crossed the line, James. Crossing the line requires punishment, and this cost cannot be borne by the group for you." Miles Damon, who had been silent, straightforwardly spoke up.

Fields shrugged, swallowing his words.

"This is not..."

"We are not discussing fairness, but responsibility. I'm sorry, you need to take responsibility for the losses you've caused. As a member of the company, we will hire the best lawyers for you to defend you."

As Miles Damon's words just ended, the door of the meeting room was pushed, and the people in black suits who often appear on TV walked directly to James Sterling and showed their credentials.

"Come with us, Mr. Sterling."

"What does this mean?"

"Please cooperate, I assume you'd also like to walk out of this building with dignity."

James Sterling calmed down, confirming that his judgment was correct. These two big bosses in front of him are definitely the epitome of the profit-driven exploiters of this world, bringing shame to street lamps if they were hung up on one.

Indeed, any century-old financial institution maintaining for so long is not simple.

"At least let me know under what charges I am to follow you." James Sterling took a deep breath and said.

"Leaking national secrets and illegal disruption of financial markets."

James Sterling: "..."

...

It turns out that the arm cannot twist the thigh.

James Sterling ultimately chose to follow those in black suits dignifiedly.

The suits didn't forget to close the meeting room door on their way out.

"Miles, you should have let me finish speaking. For such an ambitious young person, some reassurance should be given, at least to ensure he doesn't speak out of turn."

"No need to worry about that, it doesn't matter what he says. It's not his words that concern me, but what to do next. Thirty trillion... we all know that outside of Huaxia, no one has the capability to take over such an astronomical amount of debt. And now the foundation upon which these debts exist is disappearing.

Even if we've profited greatly this time, the logic of capital is now different from eight years or even thirty years ago. No one will have an interest in a pile of waste paper, I mean no one. Have you thought about that?"