Trading Intelligence

Cheng Hai openly defended Zhang Yang, which was rare enough. But what he said left Yang Su baffled. How could Zhang Yang possibly make money for him?

"What are you talking about? Are you still half asleep?" In Yang Su's eyes, Zhang Yang was utterly useless. It would be a blessing if he stopped wasting money. How could he earn any, let alone earn it for Cheng Hai? Had Cheng Hai forgotten to take his medicine today?

"No. I was there when Zhang Yang bought the Bronze Zun. I bought four Antiques too..."

"Four? Have you lost your mind?" Yang Su did not let Cheng Hai finish before her temper flared and she began berating him.

"No, don't get upset. Let me finish." Cheng Hai did not get angry. He tried to calm Yang Su instead. "That time, Zhang Yang helped me pick out four Antiques. They were little things, and I didn't spend much—just over ten thousand yuan. I sold them all today. All four were genuine, and I got over seventy thousand for them, almost eighty thousand. That means I made more than sixty thousand. So what do you say? Shall we eat out tonight?"

Cheng Hai got it all out in one breath. Far from getting angry at being scolded, he was delighted.

"Is that true?" Yang Su was not entirely unreasonable. When she was calm and did not let her feelings get the better of her, she was a smart woman.

She thought of the Bronze Zun Zhang Yang had bought. He had already sold it. Though Cheng Dongxue had not given her a straight answer when asked, Yang Su was sure he had not taken a loss. If he did not know what he was doing, Zhang Yang would never have taken on something like