There were people in this world who were naturally sharp and quick-witted. They could spot opportunities that appeared right beside them without warning.
Wang Yang was one of those people.
He hadn't come from a wealthy family. He'd grown up in what could only be called an ordinary, comfortably middle-class household.
When he first graduated, his salary had been pretty good, though he wasn't exactly rolling in money. Then he went to a bar with some friends. After that one night, it was as if some gene inside him had been switched on, and he couldn't stop.
He'd also taken the opportunity to get to know a rich second-generation heir. At first, he'd only wanted to meet some high-end girls, so he helped arrange parties.
But once he got a taste of the high-end scene, he kept setting up more and more parties. Thanks to his unique talent for nightlife, the parties he arranged grew more and more famous—and more and more exclusive. In the end, he earned himself the nickname "Little Prince of Nightlife."
That was how he came to know girls like Su Juan and Jiang Lingling.
After that, there was no need to say more. He did everything he could to seize the chance to latch onto Qinglin Company.
It was the biggest opportunity he'd ever seized in his life.
After seeing what the hangover grass could do at the bar, he'd thought of something: would the stock prices of liquor companies go up?
With something like hangover grass on the market, there was no doubt they would.
If he was quick enough, maybe he could make a bit of extra money.
Jiang Lingling didn't know what Wang Yang was planning, but she said, "I do know a few people who understand how to trade stocks."
Wang