The female employee was a Caucasian, and her specific age was indiscernible, with a corpulent figure that made her appear heavier than Lin Mo and Li Jinwen combined.
Her walk resembled a small mountain shifting, profoundly shocking.
In China, such weight would surely draw many sidelong glances, but at the New York Stock Exchange, it hardly stood out.
Because there were many, many people even heavier than her.
The trader smiled and asked, "Hello, how much money is required to open an account?"
After hearing Li Jinwen's translation, Lin Mo thought, the profit shouldn't be too outrageous, after all, it was his first time trading, and what if some American consortium took note—it would surely lead to a lot of trouble.
More importantly, the money from the sale of the treasure was still with Dark, who said they would send it to him, but Lin Mo had declined, telling them to keep the money for the software production without worries.
