Belmont cleared his throat and assumed the old aristocratic demeanor.
But Chen Wen quickly interrupted him: "Stop pretending, how much did we make this time?"
Saying this, Chen Wen's eyes sparkled.
Belmont helplessly shook his head and said, "Not much, you were too famous before, resulting in your... relatively low earnings, and as I told you before, we didn't earn anything like honorary titles."
Hearing this, Chen Wen was a bit disappointed.
After communicating with Zhao Genius before, he understood what he lacked now.
But this time there was no gain.
Belmont paused for a moment and said, "But you don't need to be too disheartened. Overall, since our investment was quite large, the return is decent, you have roughly two to three million US Dollars."
Upon hearing this, Chen Wen's eyes lit up again with joy.
Jiang Xue, standing beside, was somewhat confused while listening.
What were they discussing?
Why did they suddenly start talking about US Dollars?
