Chapter 887 The Billion Dollar Club

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows lazily: "No hope."

Anyway, she doesn't race horses to please the old man, it's just for her ranking on the wealth list.

"Let's see how much money I won today."

Fu Nanli looked at his mobile phone, and the news release came out, "Dark horse counterattacked and won the Jockey Club championship, with a loss of 200 million and a bonus of 10 million."

He waved the phone in front of Wen Qiao's eyes: "Two hundred and ten million."

Wen Qiao did some calculations in his mind: "Then I will advance in the ranking of the richest people in the country..."

Fu Nanli kindly reminded: "I have advanced 50,000 people, and now I have entered the billion-dollar club. There are 50,000 billionaires in the country, and you are probably ranked more than 40,000."

Wen Qiao raised his forehead and said, "There are so many rich people."

"A threshold will filter out many people. When you enter the billion-dollar club, there will only be 2,000 people left, and there will only be more than 200 people in the 10-billion club."

Wen Qiao said calmly: "Then I'll keep working hard."

Fu Nanli bowed his head and kissed the top of her head: "Given time, you will definitely join the top 100 club."

"And you?"

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "What about me?"

"Where do you stand now?"

Fu Nanli chuckled: "Have you not paid attention to the rich list? The Fu family is the richest man."

Wen Qiao knew that the Fu family was rich, but he didn't know that the Fu family was so rich.

"Where's the Lu family?"

Fu Nanli: "The richest people come and go only in a few families, either the Lu family or the Fu family. In addition, the Song family and the He family in Haicheng are all frequent visitors to the richest man. No one can always stay in the first place. In the business world It’s normal to have ups and downs.”

"Will there be any fights 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 games later?"

Wen Qiao: "Well, there will still be games in the UK in the second half of the year, but I feel that this time God of War has become famous in one battle, and there won't be such high odds in the future, so you won't win much."

Fu Nanli: "Well, take your time. Those billionaires in the billionaire club are all in their forties or fifties and are middle-aged."

Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, they are all middle-aged."

When speaking, his eyes were looking at Fu Nanli.

Young Master Fu's heart skipped a beat. In Wen Qiao's eyes, he, like those in their forties and fifties, was collectively called middle-aged.

"Am I considered middle-aged?"

Not giving up, he still asked.

The reply was, "Aren't you considered middle-aged?"

Qin Bei was driving, and Song An was the co-pilot.

The corners of their mouths couldn't help but turn up. The young master was asking for humiliation. Why did he have to ask such a question?

Fu Nanli's forehead veins bulged slightly: "I'm only thirty."

"Thirty...doesn't that count as middle-aged?"

She asked hesitantly and tentatively, for fear that her words would be inappropriate and hit his sensitive nerves.

Fu Nanli pressed his temples: "Of course not. From fifteen to thirty-four years old, they are all considered young people. I can also celebrate Youth Day."

Wen Qiao: "I understand."

Age is indeed the bottom line that he cannot touch.

The two stayed at the hotel that night, and Fu Nanli called Uncle Li and asked, "How is the old man feeling?"

Uncle Li stood in the courtyard and whispered: "Master, what do you think?"

"Are you always angry?"

"That's not the case. I'm drinking Kung Fu tea. I don't have any expression, I don't talk much, I don't know what I'm thinking."

"Didn't you do anything else?"