C1721 Open the Sign

Ang Youyong wiped the sweat off his forehead. He still looked unhappy, but since things had come to this point, he could only silently accept it.

At this moment, Fatty Yu suddenly asked, "Little brother, I saw that you came and went in a hurry. You must have been busy in private, right? Tell me, how many shares did you invest in. . . "

Lin Xi's face stiffened