Handing the phone to his assistant, Mr. Mack looked at the young man sitting opposite him with a smile.
"Mr. Lu, I really don't understand. This is such a risky thing; why are you helping him?"
Lu Li lifted the glass on the table and raised it towards him, "I'm not helping him; I'm just making money."
"But... with so much money, do you really think he has the capability?"
Mr. Mack clearly disapproved of Chen Ziming. Of course, he didn't approve of the playboy in front of him either, but because of the young man's status, he extended some necessary respect.
Bringing the glass to his lips for a light sip, Lu Li curved his lips into a smile.
"That's what makes it exciting, doesn't it?"
Mr. Mack's lips twitched; he smiled without saying anything.
Sure enough, just a spendthrift born with a silver spoon. This method of investing is no different from gambling; it's like playing dangerously with two billion.
