Did it start with selling those two wooden signs?

Or, from attention, frequent inquiries, and from deciding to make a little quick profit with this thing?

Or when?

Wei Zhuang thought and closed his eyes.

He carefully recalled what he had done in the past two days.

Those ridiculous and bold.

Those who know it is a trap, but can't help but want to make some money while the situation is still good.

That mentality.

That kind of madness?

Wei Zhuang took a deep breath: "My son, go and buy another field card."

"Is it going to rise again?" The son's eyes burst into an astonishing expression: "Sir, have you heard of something?"

"You go and buy one!" Wei Zhuo looked at his son with a firm look.

If you suffer a loss, how can young people remember it if you do not suffer a loss?
Chapter completed!