Best friends were not divided by status or wealth at all. What mattered was whether you clicked and could talk. Even Mom Lin had no idea that hidden among her close girlfriends was an enormously rich tycoon.
That night, Mom Lin took her phone and asked them one by one, finally finding the culprit.
It was Aunt Li, who often came to the shop to buy flowers. She might have dressed plainly, but her husband was in real estate, and there were several hundred million sitting in their bank account. Usually, they just lived off the interest, and occasionally, after a recommendation from a bank president, bought one or two ten-million-yuan capital-guaranteed wealth management products.
Later, after she heard Mom Lin say how amazing her son was at trading stocks, buying whatever rose, and then saw the account details, she was instantly tempted.
She did not know how to buy stocks either. She only went by what other people told her, knowing that she just had to enter the purchase price and purchase quantity.
In the end, she accidentally entered the wrong number, turning 4.5 into 4.8, and even bought eighty million yuan's worth. She almost single-handedly drove the stock straight to its daily limit.
This was only a minor episode. The next day, the group of aunties who had made money sold everything, waiting for the stock price to fall back so they could buy the dip again.
Buying the long-term stock Guangyuan Motors also meant that life entered a quiet period.
At least domestically, he could not be too eye-catching.
Lin Qiye prepared to be an ordinary person on the surface—trade some stocks, run the internet cafe, and finish university.
As the three-day renovation of the internet cafe ended, the fully upgraded cafe once again welcomed customers