"Sicong, how much profit did you make this time?" Qin Fen asked as Zhou Chao and Xiao Yang left.
"Just spill the beans; you've been teasing us for so long. Now that we're all here, it's time to spill it," Zhang Wenxuan added, leaning in.
Seeing their eagerness, Si Cong burst into laughter and said, "Zhou Chao transferred $12 billion to me."
"$12 billion? Isn't that our initial investment? Did Zhou Chao not use it, or did the project not need the investment?" Zhang Wenxuan was dumbfounded, thinking they might have celebrated prematurely.
Qin Fen was puzzled too, but when he saw Si Cong's confident expression, a thought flashed through his mind. He said, almost in disbelief, "Si Cong, you mean $12 billion in USD?"
Upon hearing Qin Fen's question, Shen Wenxuan, who was beside Si Cong, also looked at him expectantly.
Si Cong nodded slightly and said, "That's right, $12 billion in USD, equivalent to 82.8 billion Huaxia currency."
