Jiang Banxia's mood was quite complex.
Someone really was making money behind her back.
The reason he had no money to use was simply because he didn't want to touch that sum.
Luckily, no matter how much Li Yang earned, he was still far from a hundred billion US dollars.
She checked on the QDII fund; even if by the end of April, at Li Yang's efficiency, it would at most rise by twenty percent.
Even without considering the withdrawal costs of big funds, their share would only make about three billion US dollars, not even four billion.
Even if Bitcoin continued printing money for two years, it would be only two billion US dollars, far off the mark.
Fireworks exploded in the sky in the distance, with colors falling, bringing Jiang Banxia's mind back.
Without realizing it, she had been watching fireworks with Li Yang for five years.
From 18 to 23, these five years felt like a dream to her.
She never once regretted anything, at any time.
