Zhou Yi, Xiao Han, and Sima Yanan left the international hotel together in Zhou Yi's personal car and found an old hot pot restaurant nearby.
The three sat around the hot pot, cooking lamb slices and drinking strong baijiu. The atmosphere was as lively as the bubbling red broth.
"What a waste of that two-head abalone. I didn't even get to try it!" Director Zhou said, still dwelling on it.
It was the soft gold of the dining table. He had never eaten it in this life and had only tried it once in his previous one. The taste was not necessarily anything special, but it certainly had a special price tag.
"It's just abalone! If you want some, I'll treat you another day." Secretary Sima slipped a piece of beef tripe into her mouth and chewed, watching Zhou Yi with smiling eyes.
"Does he need you to treat him? He sold all his stocks last year. Ask him how much he made." Major Xiao looked at Director Zhou's guileless grin with a complicated expression.
There were some things he simply had to respect. As far as he knew, this guy had put his family's entire savings into stocks, and in just over two years, Chihong Zinc and Germanium and Guangzhou Shipyard International had risen more than fiftyfold.
Even more impressively, he had sold everything without hesitation at the end of last October, making at least seven or eight million. Once he had sold out, both stocks began to plummet...
That astonishing intuition and judgment were practically the same as seeing the future! It was downright terrifying!
"What does how much he earned have to do with me treating him to abalone?" Sima Yanan asked, glancing at her younger cousin.
She simply thought Zhou Yi was a good man, someone