In the next moment, the tightly closed office door was forcefully pushed open, and a resounding cheer echoed through the sky as if it could shatter the entire building.
"Qin Yaoyu, I declare, you are my God...of...Wealth!"
The young man lying on the sofa furrowed his brows for a moment and glanced disdainfully at the person who entered.
"Ban Ji, are you so thrilled over a mere billion dollars?"
"A billion! Dollars!"
Ban Ji's excitement was palpable, his face flushed with exhilaration.
He couldn't help but mutter, "You get five parts, the company gets three, the shareholders get two, and I get one. One-tenth of a billion dollars, nearly 700 million RMB!"
He looked at the young man on the sofa with admiration, almost wanting to kneel down and kowtow.
If someone had told him a few years ago, or even just two months ago, that a sixteen-year-old boy could help him earn seven billion, he would have surely cursed that person and thought they were a scammer!