Lulu had always taken 60% of the profits, yang pingfeng took 20%, and the remaining 20% were for allies.
Lulu rolled his eyes. What was so good about gold and silver jewelry?
He couldn't eat, drink, or taste it.
I can't even look at it a few times, how can it compare to eating!
But she didn't dare to refute, she was afraid of yang pinfeng's disdainful eyes.
His godmother had said that others had different opinions from him.
Don't argue with a fool, just treat him as a simple-minded person.
"In another three to four years, I'll be able to pull the Wen family's richest man down. Do you think I should learn from those scholars and write an autobiography?" Yang pinfeng touched his chin and sighed.
Jiang huailu's face twitched.
