Last year, Jiang Siming had turned thirty billion into three hundred billion, already sending shock waves through the financial world.
Of course, this had also been thanks to the dramatic stock market trend. If Jiang Siming had invested beyond the limit and become insatiably greedy, he might just as easily have lost everything.
Old Jiang was good in this regard. He understood perfectly well that biting off more than one could chew was unwise.
So even though he had earned more than three hundred billion last year, he was still only willing to invest thirty billion this time, rather than grow greedier and invest fifty billion, eighty billion, or even several hundred billion.
There were far too many people in the real world who wanted to become completely rich overnight.
But Jiang Siming knew very well that other people's money wasn't stupid. How could they let him take all of it?
Besides, he later learned that the reason he had succeeded so spectacularly in attacking America the previous year was precisely because he had obeyed the thirty-billion limit.
If he had exceeded that amount, America might very well have set its sights on him. If they had resorted to extreme suppression, Jiang Siming might never have secured his position as Asia's Richest Man and could even have suffered devastating losses.
After learning the truth, Jiang Siming felt fortunate that he had not been too greedy.
Moreover, at the time, he had had other companies handle Richest Wang's investment instead of working with them through Win Alliance. That had allowed him to successfully avoid the risks.
"All right, then let's adjourn. Department managers, pass this matter on to your employees. We'll continue as before, but our company now has its own apartment building behind it, so there's no need to sleep