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"Really? You really made a hundred million in a single month?" Elizabeth's eyes practically sparkled.

Making a net profit of a hundred million in a month was no small challenge even for an established celebrity, let alone starting from nothing.

"Of course. I'm a renowned Stock God in China. A hundred million is just a small goal, the beginning of my grand career. Easy." Qin Ze put a cigarette between his lips, and the busty foreign girl immediately lit it for him, urging, "And then? What happened next?"

"Then I founded my own financial company. Within a year, I became one of Shanghai City's top financial tycoons, and afterward, I invested in the entertainment industry..." Qin Ze's boasting grew increasingly outrageous. Perhaps it was not really boasting, but when all those unbelievable achievements were strung together, they sounded exaggerated, bizarre, and even absurd.

But Elizabeth knew some of it. After unexpectedly meeting her favorite piano composer in the piano room, she had gone back and looked into Qin Ze's background. She had specifically found a China expert, who then reported everything to her.

After hearing it, Elizabeth had been utterly stunned. There was actually such a perfect man in the world.

So she liked pulling Qin Ze aside to chat on set and listen to his legendary experiences. Back home, Qin Ze would have been a little more modest, since everyone knew about his achievements, and repeating them too often would make him seem arrogant and boastful. But America, separated by the Pacific Ocean, had yet to hear his legend, and he was happy to let Americans know about it.

Moreover, Elizabeth sat right beside him. Whenever the conversation got lively, she would hug his arm. Despite being a famous actress, she did not care at all about rumors spreading.