He traded on oil, like buying on selling crude oil. He has many businesses , including 28 shops for lease and for use; of which many he rents out to people. When i heard the number of prooerties he had, i was shocked. He owned a total of 60 plus properties, all for personal investment. He also had another 2 factories in china, an upcoming opening pub, and a hotel. God knows what else he has up his sleeves.
So i tried to speak tohim to see the program beneath this succesful dick. I tried to model him, using my mirroring skills to match his perosnality. But he was arrogant. He spoke with a blunt, sharp tone with his fingertappin the table to emphasize his every point. I and my business partner there were criticized beyond recognition. We wanted to just bring an idea across to him but neither did we expect that we had so many flaws.
Moreover, when i told him i was playing stocks i think i saw him open his eyes so wide a moth could fly in. He was like,
"So what are you doing now , ken ?"
"Oh im studying.............
AND playing stocks."
"PLAYING STOCKS"?
"Aiya you dont play la. Sure die one"
Although i did not really put much emphasise on what he said, i tried to model him. information that i shouldnt listen to, i'd filter it. Otherwise, i just wanna learn from this man. I queried his success story and attempted to learn as much as i could from him.
The dinner seemed like forever. His straightforwadness were like arrows of fire piercing through our souls, tearing us apart yet leaving a beautiful scar after each attack. I tolerated, for i dont often have dinner with a fucking multi miliionaire. After the dinner was over i sat down with Sean at the coffeeshop, trying to deduce what was the intention the man was bringing up all along.
Other days were spent with R, where we discussed our business together. Progress was slow, but it was picking up. He'd be flying to Indonesia and China to meet the prospects, while i take care of sthe stuffs in Singapore.
LIFE IS HARD.
BE HAPPYY.
6:30 PM