Chapter 887: Billion yuan club

Chapter 887 Billion Club
Wen Qiao lazily raised his eyebrows: "No hope."
Anyway, she didn't race horses to please her father, but to rank her fortune.
"Let me see how much money I won today."
Fu Nanli took a look at his mobile phone, and all the press releases came out, "The dark horse counterattacked and won the jockey club championship, with a bet of 200 million and a bonus of 10 million."
He shook the phone in front of Wen Qiao's eyes: "Two hundred and ten million."
Wen Qiao figured it out in his mind: "Then I have moved forward in the term of the national rich list..."
Fu Nanli kindly reminded: "I have advanced 50,000 people, and now I am in the 100 million yuan club. There are 50,000 billionaires in the country, and you are probably ranked more than 40,000."
Wen Qiao helped the amount: "There are so many rich people"
"One threshold will screen out a lot of people. When you enter the one billion club, there will be only two thousand people left. Ten billion will only have more than two hundred people."
Wen Qiao said lightly: "Then I will continue to cheer."
Fu Nanli bowed her head and kissed the top of her head: "In time, you will definitely be among the top 100 clubs."
"How about you?"
Fu Nanli raised her eyebrows slightly: "What am I?"
"Which position are you in now?"
Fu Nanli chuckled, "Didn't you follow the rich list? The Fu family is the richest man."
Wen Qiao knew that the Fu family was rich, but did not know that the Fu family was so rich.
"Where is the Lu Family?"
Fu Nanli: "The richest man's back and forth are only those of the Lu family, or the Fu family. In addition, the Song family and the He family in Haicheng are all regulars of the richest man. No one can be the first in the business field. The ups and downs of things are normal."
"Will there be a fight between your families?"
"Naturally, otherwise you think that Lu Wenzhou and I will dislike each other."
Wen Qiao: "Understood."
"Are there any games to come?"
Wen Qiao: "Well, there will be more in the UK in the second half of the year, but I feel that God of War has become famous this time, and there will be no such high odds in the future, so I won't win much money."
Fu Nanli: "Well, take your time, those billionaires in the tens of billions club, who are not in their 40s or 50s, they are in middle age."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, they are all middle-aged."
When speaking, his eyes were looking at Fu Nanli.
Fu Dashao felt a little bit in his heart. In Wen Qiao's eyes, he, like those in his forties or fifty, has a collective name, middle-aged.
"Am I also middle-aged?"
Not giving up, he still asked.
The answer was, "Aren't you still middle-aged?"
The driver was Qin Bei, and the co-pilot was Song An.
The corners of their mouths couldn't stop rising. The young master is taking his own humiliation. Why do you have to ask such a sentence?
Fu Nanli's forehead blue veins slightly protruded: "I'm only thirty."
"Thirty... isn't it a middle-aged person?"
She hesitated to ask, and tentatively asked, for fear that her words were inappropriate, and she poke his sensitive nerves.
Fu Nanli pressed his temple: "Of course it doesn't count. From 15 to 34 years old, they are all considered youths. I can also celebrate Youth Day."
Wen Qiao: "Understood."
Age really is the bottom line he can't touch.
The two stayed in the hotel at night. Fu Nanli called and asked Uncle Li: "How is the old man feeling?"
Uncle Li stood in the courtyard and whispered, "Master, what do you think?"
"Always angry?"
"That's not true. I was drinking Kung Fu tea. I didn't have any expressions. I didn't speak very much. I didn't know what I was thinking."
"Did you do nothing else?"
(End of this chapter)