Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows lazily: "No hope."
Anyway, she doesn't race horses to please the old man, but only for her ranking on the wealth list.
"Let me see how much money I won today."
Fu Nanli checked his phone and saw the news release, 'Dark horse counterattacks, wins the Jockey Club championship, payouts are 200 million, and there is an additional prize of 10 million.'
He waved the phone in front of Wen Qiao's eyes: "Two hundred and ten million."
Wen Qiao calculated in his mind: "Then my ranking in the national rich list will move up..."
Fu Nanli kindly reminded: "You have moved up 50,000 places and now you are in the billionaire club. There are 50,000 billionaires in the country, and you are probably ranked around 40,000."
Wen Qiao held his forehead with his hand: "There are so many rich people"
"A threshold will screen out a lot of people. By the time you enter the billion club, there are only 2,000 people left, and there are only more than 200 people in the 10 billion club."
Wen Qiao said calmly: "Then I will continue to work hard."
Fu Nanli leaned down and kissed the top of her head: "Given time, you will definitely be able to join the top 100 club."
"And you?"
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Me what?"
“Where do you rank now?”
Fu Nanli chuckled: "Haven't you paid attention to the rich list? The Fu family is the richest."
Wen Qiao knew that the Fu family was rich, but he didn't know they were so rich.
"What about the Lu family?"
Fu Nanli: "The richest families come and go, either the Lu family or the Fu family. In addition, the Song family and the He family in Haicheng are frequent customers of the richest family. No one can stay in the first place forever. It is normal for things in the business world to have ups and downs."
"Will there be conflicts between your families?"
"Of course, otherwise you would think that Lu Wenzhou and I would dislike each other."
Wen Qiao: “I understand.”
“Are there any more games later?”
Wen Qiao: "Well, there is still one in the UK in the second half of the year, but I feel that the God of War has become famous this time, and there won't be such high odds in the future, so I can't win much money."
Fu Nanli: "Well, take your time. Those billionaires in the 10 billion club are all in their 40s or 50s, middle-aged."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Yes, they are all middle-aged."
When he spoke, his eyes were looking at Fu Nanli.
Young Master Fu's heart skipped a beat. In Wen Qiao's eyes, he and those people in their forties or fifties were collectively referred to as middle-aged people.
“Am I also considered middle-aged?”
Not giving up, he asked another question.
The response was, "Aren't you considered middle-aged yet?"
The driver was Qin Bei and the passenger was Song An.
The two men couldn't help but smile. The young master was asking for trouble. Why did he have to ask such a question
Fu Nanli's forehead was slightly bulging with blue veins: "I'm only thirty."
"Thirty... isn't that considered middle-aged?"
She asked hesitantly and tentatively, fearing that her words might be inappropriate and touch his sensitive nerves.
Fu Nanli pressed his temple and said, "Of course not. People between the ages of fifteen and thirty-four are considered young people. I can celebrate Youth Day."
Wen Qiao: “Understood.”
Age is indeed the bottom line that he cannot cross.
The two stayed in a hotel that night. Fu Nanli called Uncle Li and asked, "How is the old man feeling?"
Uncle Li stood in the courtyard and whispered, "What do you think, young master?"
"Have you been angry?"
"Not really. He was drinking Kung Fu tea. He didn't have much expression and didn't talk much. I didn't really know what he was thinking."
"Didn't you do anything else?"
(End of this chapter)