You should know that in the First Agricultural Product Wholesale Market of North City District, people still occasionally talk about his ginger shoot dealings.
Some regret not joining in, while others lament that they sold to Lin Mo at too low a price.
Many have even tried to mimic his approach but ended up bankrupt, losing everything.
"Huff..."
"Demolishing a painting is really a physical job."
Lin Mo twisted his back, which hadn't ached in a long time, then patted Zhang Yihua, who was still stunned like a wooden chicken, and said, "Stop being dazed. Let's go, what do you want for lunch? I made a little fortune today, my treat!"
"15 million... 15... million..." Zhang Yihua murmured in a daze, muttering under his breath, "In just two or three hours... you actually netted over ten million???"
His world view was crumbling.
Why is the gap between people so huge?
