A Chu

Qin Ze sat by the roadside on a little stool, gazing at the dimly lit city and letting out a satisfied burp.

He had just treated the guards to barbecue and several bottles of iced beer. Standing outside the residential compound in the cold wind was not particularly hard; most of the time, he just shot the breeze with the guards.

He taught them how to trade stocks and manage their money, and chatted about relatively private gossip and inside stories from the entertainment industry.

After a few days, the old guards who had once remained expressionless and firmly stuck to their posts whenever he tried to chat them up could now banter with him and ask for investment advice. Two of them had even bought Bao Ze Investment funds just now...

Wang Zijing might not have gotten over her anger yet. Otherwise, she would not be ignoring me.

So I might have been screwed over by Zhao Tiezhu.

Running a harem was like trading stocks: no matter what, you had to find a way to lock them in. Su Yu was the poorest. She had put all her money into Slacker stock. When Slacker stock soared into Sea Ze King stock, she beamed; when it crashed into scumbag stock, even if she cried and made a scene, she lacked the courage and resolve to cut her losses.

His sister came next. She had spent more than ten years of income buying little brother's stock, and she was trapped the deepest.

Zi Jin Jie was the wealthiest and had also poured her entire fortune into Slacker stock. But she had a solid foundation and plenty of avenues; if she lost money, she could always earn it back.

Su Yu still did not know that the stock she had bought had