Go west--way west--young man
"You Don’t Need To Be A Billionaire To Buy A Beautiful Retreat In New Zealand".
It'll help if you like sheep and cows.
"You Don’t Need To Be A Billionaire To Buy A Beautiful Retreat In New Zealand".
It'll help if you like sheep and cows.
Yeah, there are reasons.
But they don't help much.
An evergreen story: beware of claims that you can "Start making money on your own terms."
The Epicurean Dealmaker provides an interesting look at the career path of I-Bankers.
I have written at length as to how (and why) a hopeful supplicant might enter the grand and glorious vocation of investment banking, and I have dilated at even greater length on what grizzled old veterans such as myself do once we have achieved our cushy sinecures therein. But I have distinctly overlooked the steps by and through which an eager young tadpole fresh from the leafy groves of academe transforms him or herself into a hoary old bullfrog barking orders and swilling scotch from a gilded lily pad.