Du Wanrou: "Auntie, this is what Qin Hao bought a few days ago."
Feng Xiangyi said with some surprise, "How much did this cost?"
Qin Hao replied, "All in, over sixty million."
Feng Xiangyi gasped, over sixty million, where did Qin Hao get so much money?
The revenues of Jiangshan Roasted Duck Company were all reinvested in development, and Qin Hao hadn't received a penny from it.
So where did this money come from?
Could it be that he had other companies? Or some other way to make money, otherwise where would he get so much money?
Feng Xiangyi didn't ask; after all, it wasn't her place to pry into such private matters.
The three of them went to the seaside.
They had a blast catching crabs, digging for clams, and fishing.
Qin Hao held a plastic bucket, filled with the spoils of war gathered by Du Wanrou and Feng Xiangyi.
"Haha, Qin Hao come quickly, I caught a big one!" Du Wanrou called from not far away, her face beaming with joy.