An Ning's question made Jiang Xia fall silent for a moment.
"Comrade An Ning, your way of thinking is a bit dangerous."
"I did say we should *try* to avoid it."
An Ning's earnestness made Jiang Xia chuckle.
"Since ancient times, the way to make money has always been to buy low and sell high."
As Jiang Xia spoke, his expression grew serious, losing some of its usual roguish charm.
"Right now, there's a huge difference in development between the north and the south. The gap is even bigger between our country and others."
"If you have the means and the ability, reselling is very profitable. The kind of profitable that can make you rich overnight."
Jiang Xia watched An Ning. Her eyes showed no excitement, none of the frenzy of someone who could already see the money.
She was calm, even contemplative.
In his heart, Jiang Xia's approval of An Ning deepened.
The two of them were really quite alike in some ways.
"Is there anything else?"
An Ning asked, and Jiang Xia nodded.
