Wen Qiao lazily raised his eyebrows: "There is no hope." ”

Anyway, she didn't race horses to please the old man, but for her wealth ranking.

"I'll see how much money I won today."

Fu Nanli looked at his mobile phone, and the news release came out, 'The dark horse counterattacked, won the Jockey Club championship, paid 200 million, and won another 10 million'.

He shook his phone in front of Wen Qiao's eyes: "Two hundred and ten million." ”

Wen Qiao calculated in his mind: "Then I have advanced in the noun of the national rich list......"

Fu Nanli kindly reminded: "I have advanced 50,000, and now I have entered the 100 million yuan club, there are 50,000 billionaires in the country, and you are probably ranked more than 40,000." ”

Wen Qiao's forehead: "There are so many rich people"

"A threshold will screen out a lot of people, and when you enter the billion club, there will only be 2,000 people left, and there will only be more than 200 people in 10 billion."

Wen Qiao said lightly: "Then I'll continue to work hard." ”

Fu Nanli bowed his head and kissed the top of her head: "In time, you will definitely be able to rank among the top 100 clubs." ”

"What about you?"

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "What am I?" ”

"Where are you now?"

Fu Nanli chuckled: "Didn't you pay attention to the rich list?" The Fu family is the richest man. ”

Wen Qiao knew that the Fu family was rich, but he didn't know that the Fu family was so rich.

"What about the Lu family?"

Fu Nanli: "There are only a few richest people who come and go, either the Lu family or the Fu family, in addition, the Song family and the He family in Haicheng are all frequent visitors to the richest man, and no one can stay in the first place, and it is normal for things in the business field to have ups and downs." ”

"Will there be a fight between your families?"

"Naturally, otherwise you think that Lu Wenzhou and I will not like each other."

Wen Qiao: "Got it. ”

"Is there a game ahead?"

Wincho: "Well, there will be Britain in the second half of the year, but I feel that this time the God of War has become famous, and there will not be such high odds in the future, so I can't win much." ”

Fu Nanli: "Well, take your time, those billionaires in the 10 billion club, which one is not forty or fifty years old, and they are middle-aged." ”

Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, they are all middle-aged." ”

When he spoke, his eyes were looking at Fu Nanli.

Fu Da Shao sighed in his heart, in Wen Qiao's eyes, he, like those forty or fifty people, has a general name, called middle-aged people.

"I'm middle-aged too?"

didn't give up, he still asked.

The reply was, "Aren't you middle-aged?" ”

The driver was Qin Bei, and the co-pilot was Song An.

The corners of the two of them couldn't stop rising, the young master was humiliating himself, why did he have to ask such a sentence?

Fu Nanli's forehead was slightly bruised: "I'm only thirty." ”

"Thirty ...... Isn't it middle-aged? ”

She asked hesitantly, tentatively, for fear that her words would be inappropriate and poke at his sensitive nerves.

Fu Nanli pressed his temples: "Of course not, from fifteen to thirty-four years old, they are all considered youth, and I can also spend Youth Day." ”

Wincho: "Got it. ”

Age is really the bottom line he can't touch.

The two stayed in the hotel at night, and Fu Nanli called and asked Uncle Li: "How is the old man feeling?" ”

Uncle Li stood in the courtyard and whispered, "What do you say, young master?" ”

"Have you been angry?"

"That's not true, I'm drinking kung fu tea, I don't have any expression, I don't talk much, I don't know what I'm thinking."

"Didn't you do anything else?"