The Little Ancestor asked for fifty million right off the bat, scaring the hell out of the second-generation rich Wu Minghao.
After holding it in for a long time, he finally blurted out, "I really don't have that much. How about I take the villa my dad bought for my wedding and mortgage it to an underground bank? I should be able to make over eight million from that!"
His wedding house!
If it could help the Little Ancestor in a pinch, it would be worth it!
Zuzi glanced at him indifferently, "What were you saying earlier, how do you stir-fry mushrooms? Can you make money by stir-frying mushrooms?"
Apparently, she wasn't impressed by Wu Minghao's small eight-million wedding villa.
Wu Minghao's heart skipped a beat, "It's stock trading, Little Ancestor. We open an account at a securities company, choose a stock to buy, wait for it to rise, and then sell it. You can make up to a ten percent profit in a day, that's called a limit-up. Hitting a limit-up is quite impressive!"
