Only A Fool Would Lose Money

The collapse of Dogecoin was inevitable.

Meanwhile, Lu Yaohua was having dinner with his friend.

"Aiyo! Old Gao, what's wrong with you today? You actually took out the tea leaves that you've kept for so long?"

Lu Yaohua said in surprise, "Usually you don't even want to let me taste it. Is there a happy event today? Tell me about it."

He walked in with a red cardboard box and sat on the sofa. "I specially brought you a bottle of medicinal wine to nourish your body. It's said that you've been toiling for quite some time. Do you like it?"

The middle-class man named Old Gao spun the bottle and twitched his nose. "This flavor is not bad. There's nothing big today. I just made a little money."

"Just a little? How could you be pleased with a little money?"

Lu Yaohua smiled and said, "What project makes you so happy? If possible, can I join in?"

"You won't be interested in this project."