Qu Xiaoting was about to die of frustration. It was bad enough that she couldn't beat this stinky scoundrel in a fight or a drinking contest!
But how could she not beat him economically as well?
Confident in her womanhood and her ability to be unreasonable, Qu Xiaoting said coldly, "Mr. Qin, may I ask how many hairs are on my head?"
"A lot, I'm not sure either," Qin Yu answered honestly.
"That's my point—the New York Stock Exchange has a huge daily trading volume, and I'm not clear on the exact number. Therefore, you can't use this kind of question that can't be answered to embarrass us!"
"Actually, it's not that hard to answer, is it? Just do a quick Baidu search, and you'll find out that the daily trading volume of the New York Stock Exchange ranges between three billion and ten billion shares. As for the rise in the Nasdaq index, I won't even mention it. You can check it out yourselves."
