“Old Ding, I told you long ago that I don’t have any more accounts here. There are hundreds of people queuing up to join, and everyone is asking me to help them out. Your three thousand yuan is really too little, not enough at all. I want to help you, but there’s nothing I can do.”
Old Ding smiled:
"President, I don't need your help. I have money now. Do you think 23,000 is enough?"
Zhou Fangchun stared at the money, a meaningful smile appearing on her face:
"Old Ding, you've struck it rich! 23,000 yuan in interest isn't low. If you lend it out for a few more months, the interest alone will make you a millionaire."
Old Ding beamed with joy, "Chairman, thank you for your kind words. We won't bother you any longer. I'll come to collect the money on time next month."
As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Ding left, Zhou Jian'an came out and gave Zhou Fangchun the accounts he had just calculated.
Zhou Fangchun took the ledger. "So? How much did we make?"
Zhou Fangchun skimmed through the text, finally focusing on the total at the end of the account. It amounted to [amount in yuan]. Zhou Fangchun had been receiving money recently, but she hadn't expected it to be so much, and this was only her income for the past week.
Based on the recent growth rate, Zhou Fangchun expects to earn 8 million next month, and several times that amount the month after, easily reaching tens of millions.
For Zhou Fangchun at this time, money was just a number in her ledger. She didn't even care about giving Zhou Jian'an a little more, or even 20,000 or 30,000 more. The money came quickly, and there would be a lot of money coming in tomorrow.
Zhou Fangchun gave Zhou Jian'an 250,000 yuan, and Zhou Jian'an's eyes turned red. 250,000 yuan!
What does this mean?!
Zhou Jian'an only earns a little over thirty yuan a month. He envies others who earn fifty yuan a month and thinks that if he could get a raise, his life would be more comfortable and he would have more money to support his wife and children.
But now, he has everything. He doesn't need to rely on women to climb the social ladder; he has more money than he can spend on his own.
"Sis, with so much money, should we deposit it all in the bank?"
Zhou Fangchun shook her head. "We can't deposit it in the bank. Depositing it in the bank will arouse suspicion sooner or later. I've already discussed it with Mom. She and Chu Fei will go to Hong Kong first, and then bring Mao Xia over. After we bring the money over, we'll find a way to open an account in Hong Kong and deposit it in a bank there."
Since Lao Zhao couldn't buy his house, Ding Da introduced Chu Yu to a courtyard house. This house was more spacious than Lao Zhao's, not far from Lao Zhao's, and the schools were the same. It looked much more comfortable than Lao Zhao's house.
How much does it cost?
"The boss is going abroad, so his asking price isn't too high, just a little higher than Uncle Zhao's. I'll negotiate a better price for you and try to make sure you're satisfied."
Just as the two reached the alley entrance, they saw a real estate agent leading a client out of Old Zhao's house.
Old Zhao was overjoyed, clearly having reached an agreement. However, when he saw Chu Yu and Ding Da, his expression turned sour, and he left without even saying hello.
"It seems the deal has been reached." Chu Yu said with a hint of helplessness.
Ding Da trusted her completely. He didn't know why, but he just felt that Chu Yu was knowledgeable and experienced, and not a simple character.
"Good advice is no match for a damned devil, Miss Zhou, you've done your best. There's a reason they were deceived; the greed in human nature can't be stopped by a few words from you or me."
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