Chapter 887

Wenjo gave a lazy eyebrow: "no hope."

Anyway, she raced not to please the old man, but to rank her fortune list.

"I'll see how much money I won today."

Fu Nanli took a look at his mobile phone, and the press release came out, "the black horse attacked, won the race meeting championship, lost 200 million yuan, and got a bonus of 10 million yuan.".

He shook his cell phone in front of wenjo's eyes: "210 million."

Wenqiao calculated in his head, "then I'm moving forward in the national rich list..."

Fu Nanli kindly reminded: "forward 50000, now into the billion yuan club, the country's million yuan rich 50000, you probably ranked in more than 40000."

Wen Qiaofu: "there are so many rich people"

"a threshold will screen out many people. When you enter the billion club, there will be only 2000 people left, and there will be only 200 people with 10 billion."

Wenqiao light way: "then I continue to refuel."

Fu Nanli bowed his head and kissed her on the top of the head: "in time, you will certainly be among the top 100 clubs."

"And you?"

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "what am I?"

"Where are you now?"

Fu Nanli chuckled: "didn't you pay attention to the rich list? The Fu family is the richest man. "

Wenqiao knew that the Fu family was rich, but he did not know that the Fu family was so rich.

"What about the Lu family?"

Fu Nanli: "the richest people come and go. They are not Lu's or Fu's. In addition, the Song family and he's family in Haicheng are frequent customers of the richest man. No one can stay in the first place. The ups and downs of business are very normal."

"Will there be a fight between your families?"

"Naturally, otherwise you think that Lu Wenzhou and I will not see each other well."

Wenjo: I see

"Is there a race to come?"

Wenqiao: "well, there are still some in Britain in the second half of the year, but I feel that the Ares I war has become famous, and there won't be such a high odds in the future, so I can't win much money."

Fu Nanli: "well, take your time. Those rich people in the 10 billion club, which is not 40 or 50 years old, is middle-aged."

Wenjo nodded. "Well, it's middle-aged."

As he spoke, his eyes were on him.

Fu Dashao's heart is a cluttering, in Wenqiao's eyes, he and those 40 or 50 people, have a general designation, called middle-aged people.

"I'm middle-aged, too?"

No, he asked.

The answer was, "aren't you middle-aged?"

The driver is Qin Bei and the co pilot is song an.

The corners of their mouths can't stop rising. Young master, this is self humiliation. Why do you have to ask such a question?

Fu Nanli's blue veins on his forehead protruded slightly: "I'm only 30."

"Thirty Isn't it middle-aged? "

She hesitated and asked tentatively, for fear that her words might not be appropriate, and that she might prick his sensitive nerves.

Fu Nanli pressed the temple: "of course not, 15 to 34 years old, are youth, youth day I can also pass."

Wenjo: I see

Age is the bottom line he can't touch.

Two people stayed in the hotel at night, Fu Nanli called and asked Uncle Li, "how is the old man feeling?"

Uncle Li stood in the courtyard and whispered, "what do you say, young master?"

"Angry all the time?"

"That's not true. I'm drinking kungfu tea. I don't have any expression. I don't talk much. I don't know what I'm thinking."

"Nothing else?"