Listening to Zhao Guangran's incessant lecturing, Wang Yufan couldn't help it anymore.
With an aggrieved face, "Didn't I just not find the opportunity?"
The people around were all ones making big money, they really didn't have eyes for little money.
"No opportunities? Is making money hard these days?" Zhao Guangran's face was full of disdain, truly a waste of all the food he fed into Wang Yufan over the years.
"Is it really that easy?" Wang Yufan asked, looking for guidance.
"Of course it's easy. After we got to Beijing, we sold quail eggs and also rented out books." Zhao Guangran started counting on his fingers the businesses they did when they first arrived in Beijing.
Ah, how much money can these businesses make, Wang Yufan felt a wave of disdain in his heart. If he really went into this business, who knows how he would be ridiculed.
