Isn't it? Song Dafa had a somewhat bewildered expression.
"That girl previously took the money left behind and the compensation, and invested it in the stock market."
"After some operations, it's already three times the original capital."
The old man was still amazed when he thought of Zhang Yu's achievements, "It's only been just over three months."
Ah? Song Dafa knew many people made money in the stock market, but even more people lost money.
Song Dafa had seen people as capable of making money as Zhang Yu, but they were all veterans in the finance sector.
For someone like Zhang Yu, a little girl, to pull off such maneuvers, it seemed so mystical no matter how he looked at it.
Could someone have given her inside information? As soon as this thought emerged, Song Dafa dismissed it as impossible.
Even if there was so-called inside information, it couldn't make you earn so much.
