The Super Rich: Start by Being a White, Rich and Beautiful Woman

"67% of the shares of Fanghua Group?"

Su Moyuan felt confused just by seeing this.

After all, she was only 18 years old, and she had just started college not long ago. She might have a certain concept about the group, but she had no idea about shares and equity.

However, judging from the numbers alone... she should be the largest shareholder.

The information taken out was covered with a waterproof bag, which was very user-friendly, allowing Su Moyuan to read it with confidence even when lying in the bathtub.

Of course, reading is one thing, and whether you can read it is another.

At least for the obscure contract procedures, Su Moyuan finally chose to check it out on the Internet by herself.

"This Fanghua Group is actually a beauty company?"

Looking at the introduction on the Internet, Su Moyuan's face showed a look of surprise.

The group is very large, or it can be said to be the largest beauty group in Nanzhou.

Apart from other things, the financing alone exceeds 1 billion!

Although Su Moyuan does not particularly understand these, but from the documents he has obtained, if converted.

His annual dividend, conservatively estimated, can be about 300 million!

300 million is not a lot, but it is enough for him to buy women's clothing for a while.

What's more, if you have to use the saying that no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat... this is at least a big mosquito like a prehistoric behemoth.

"Then this wave is not really a big loss!"

My mood is not very up and down, but I am also very happy.

The sudden company equity immediately dispersed Su Moyuan's depressed mood.

Even when looking at the wasteland, my mood became better...

Damn!

What a fart!

I still feel so awkward and ashamed!

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After taking a shower, changing into a nightgown, and applying body lotion, Hua Ling'er sat at the desk in the dormitory playing with her mobile phone.

It's not that she doesn't want to rent a house outside.

She just thinks that since she is already in college, she should naturally experience the joy of living in the dormitory with her roommates.

Otherwise, when she starts working in the future, she may not have this opportunity.

There are a lot of messages in WeChat.

Ignore some friend requests that inexplicably add me.

Ignore some boring boys who say good morning and good night to me when they have nothing to do.

Ignore some push notifications from public accounts.

The original 1059 messages were instantly reduced to two digits...

Huh?

Just when Hua Ling'er thought that her messages should become double-digit or single-digit as usual.

Suddenly found that the messages tonight seemed to remain at 99+.

"What's going on?"

After a careful look, I realized that someone had inexplicably pulled me into a small group.

The name of the small group is also very interesting.

【[Class exchange student group]

What kind of group is this?

After clicking in, Hua Ling'er didn't rush to look at the chat history, but slid directly to the group member list to check.

Basically, I don't know anyone. The only one I know is my class teacher, Comrade Lao Qiao, the father of Qiao Yuncai.

The murderer has been found.

However, pulling myself into such a group is to make myself an exchange student in the class?

It shouldn't be right, right? Shouldn't this thing be applied for?

And what the hell is a class exchange student?

With curiosity, Hua Ling'er returned to the main chat interface to look.

There are a lot of chat records. After scrolling up for a long time, Hua Ling'er finally found the source.

After that, Hua Ling'er felt... his mind was full of question marks.