Qiao Yi looked at Yunxi in a bit of a daze: "I only knew you were the vice chairman of Fengyun Group, but I didn't know you also had so many shares?"
Yunxi chuckled helplessly and pinched her cheek: "Without shares, how could I be the vice chairman?"
"So, aren't you a super-rich man now?"
Qiao Yi didn't dare to calculate, what was the current stock price of Fengyun Group?
With thirty percent in Yunxi's hands, how much money does he have?
Qiao Yi suddenly thought of something: "So, in the next Forbes rich list, there won't be dad anymore. He's been number one for so many years; he's finally going to step down."
Because Song Zhen had given half of his shares to Yunxi.
With half the money gone, the ranking is bound to go down.
Qiao Yi couldn't help but feel a bit sorry: "Dad is something else, you're only 20, how could he hand over so much money to you?"
