"Make a big profit?" Master Song asked, frowning.
"Mmm." Yun Sisi nodded, seemingly having an idea in her mind, "In seven days, I want to make a big sum of money."
"How much?"
"Thirty thousand."
Thirty thousand, for the children born into the wealthy Yun and Song families, is not a large amount.
The New Year red envelopes that Song Qianqian received each year amounted to several hundreds of thousands, if not more. Therefore, she didn't find the thirty thousand Yun Sisi mentioned to be a big amount.
But if this thirty thousand is to be earned by Yun Sisi, someone Song Qianqian always considered as a little kid, in seven days, then that would seem a bit unthinkable.
Although she found it amusing, Song Qianqian still respected Yun Sisi, "Your family isn't short of money, why are you trying to make money?"
After a lot of back and forth, Yun Sisi revealed her reasons to Song Qianqian.
