Watching the interaction between the two, Shi Mei gently lifted the corners of his lips. He did not interrupt them, but walked to the desk to admire the old man's calligraphy, leisurely playing with the writing brush on the inkstone with his slender fingers. The smile on his lips deepened gradually, becoming more intense.
After Shi Keke and the old man finished their conversation, he took out the prepared gold card and handed it to the old man with a smile, "From now on, an additional ten million each year, I want to make you a billionaire with over fifty billion in assets during your lifetime."
Ten million a year, a hundred million in ten years, fifty billion would need fifty years.
He used a special method to wish the old man good health and a long life.
"Very good." The old man showed a gratified smile and accepted the longevity gift he offered.
Even though he knew his health was deteriorating day by day, he never showed the slightest bit of it in front of others.
