It was an invisible sea of blood.
With a mix of fear and excitement, Ren Zhong glanced at his account statement.
"Sold 100 shares of Liancheng Wei's liquor business, gained 29,273.86 Contribution Points, paid 58.68 in stamp tax, paid 7.33 in commission. Account balance is 30,989.27 points."
He had made a fortune.
Although he wasn't particularly happy, he indeed got rich.
His body felt somewhat exhausted, exactly like when he escaped from Bone Valley two days ago.
He wiped off some sweat again, a subconscious sense of relief from surviving a disaster appeared on his face.
"Mr. Ren, you... you didn't just have a nightmare, did you?"
Hanyu suddenly gasped, covering her mouth, her face full of terror.
Having calmed down, Ren Zhong initially wanted to go along with it as an excuse.
But he sharply noticed something unusual in Hanyu's expression.
Even Zheng Tian, who was driving in front, slammed on the brakes and looked back, "Mr. Ren, don't joke around!"
