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"Why is there five hundred thousand yuan here?" Sun Yuhan felt as if she was hit by fortune. How could an empty bank card gain an extra five hundred thousand yuan all of a sudden? There must be a reason.

"It's my earnings from stock speculation. There's still another five hundred thousand yuan in my bank account."

Lu Yi spoke apathetically, as if that five hundred thousand yuan was just five yuan. Even though he did not really have Midas' touch, but that five hundred thousand yuan was honestly an easy profit for him.

Sun Yuhan was still doubtful. This is impossible. It can't be true, right?

He had earned five hundred thousand yuan over just several days. Would it increase to five million, or even fifty million yuan after this? Just think about how many houses she can buy with the money.

"Then could you invest in more stocks?" She held Jiu Yue's hands tightly. "Let's buy a few more houses."