Yusuf Zuck dare not discuss with Mia the issue of "how many boats one can step on with one foot"—he was already feeling guilty, so he quickly changed the subject, "Just because Fat Horse took a photo of your necklace, you got your dad to work with him? Isn’t that a bit too playful?"
"You know about it, huh?" Mia didn’t continue with the previous topic but rolled her eyes at Yusuf Zuck, "I did that for you, you know?"
"How did it turn to me all of a sudden? Seems like it has nothing to do with me," Yusuf Zuck defended himself.
"He got to know me through you, and now that you are my boyfriend, helping him is like helping you. So, in the end, whether the cooperation with my dad succeeds or not, he has to owe you a favor. You’ve just started your business, knowing a few more people in the field can’t be a bad thing."
"Moreover, my dad wouldn’t help someone just because of my word. The company has its own rules and strategic plans, so helping him isn’t on the table—it would only be a partnership, resulting in a win-win outcome. Mhm, that’s it!"
"I’ve realized you have a business talent too, well spoken—thanks though!" Yusuf Zuck expressed his gratitude.
"No sincerity!" Mia pouted.
"Then what counts as sincerity?" Yusuf Zuck said, feeling a headache coming on.
"Lick my toes, that would be considered sincerity!" Mia lifted her foot and said.
"I’ll strangle you..." Yusuf Zuck made a motion to strangle her—this girl was a weirdo.
Mia dodged and kept giggling while Ross’s mother and Lynn acted as if they hadn’t heard anything.
Soon, the large food stall that Fat Horse found arrived. It was bustling with people eating seafood and drinking draft beer on the side of the street.
The three of them walked to the inside, so nobody saw that all three of them had come in high-end cars.
Ross’s mother and Lynn didn’t get out of the car, and although Mia invited them to join for food and drinks before getting out, both women declined politely. Mia could eat and not gain weight, including fish and meat, but they couldn’t handle it. They, too, were women who loved beauty and feared getting fat; so it wasn’t just about eating meat, they didn’t even touch meat or fish for dinner.
"Miss Tu, your necklace." As soon as the three sat down, before they even ordered, Fat Horse pushed Mia’s box toward her.
"Thank you." Mia shook her head, "I’ve already given up on that thing. You can keep your gift, I appreciate the thought, but I don’t want it!"
"Keep it to give to someone else, honestly, it’s useless to me too!" Fat Horse was reluctant because if the gift wasn’t accepted, his mind wouldn’t be at ease.
Mia shook her head with a smile while looking at Fat Horse, "Then throw it in the trash bin, because I don’t want it!"
"Boss Ma, don’t force her. What does giving her a necklace count for? If anyone is to give her one, it should be me."
"Right, it should be Yusuf Zuck giving it. But Yusuf Zuck, where’s the necklace?" Mia stretched out her hand.
"Tomorrow, I’ll give you something good tomorrow." Yusuf Zuck thought about it and decided to pick a gemstone from his family’s jewelry collection for Mia the next day. After all, Mia had lent him money, and she had been very supportive, so giving her a gemstone was no big deal.
Mia said curiously, "Alright, I’ll wait for your good stuff tomorrow then."
Fat Horse knew Miss Tu was determined not to accept the necklace, or rather, in Miss Tu’s eyes, the necklace was just trash, so he didn’t push any further and started ordering food instead.
"Boss Ma, I heard from Yusuf Zuck that you’re in real estate?" While waiting for the food, Mia took the initiative to chat with Fat Horse.
"Just a small play, a small play. It’s just that I developed a project with the help of a few friends," Fat Horse said modestly.
"Have you ever thought about building houses abroad? I heard it’s very profitable to build houses overseas!"
"Of course, I’ve thought about it abroad, but my company’s too small to handle it!" Fat Horse shook his head.
"Just now, Yusuf Zuck told me you’re a good person and that you gave him a villa before, right? If Boss Ma wants to build a house overseas, then make a call to this number. His family name is Gui. You just say your name when you call, and he’ll know what it’s about," Mia said as she took out a notebook, wrote down a phone number, and tore it off for Fatty Ma.
"Gui? Mr. Gui?" Fatty Ma was startled, Mr. Gui was the vice-chairman of Rich Friend Group.
"Hmm," Mia nodded her head in affirmation.
"Thank you, thank you," Fatty Ma, shrewd as he was, excitedly stored the piece of paper carefully.
"Don’t thank me; if you’re going to thank anyone, thank him. I’m taking orders from him now," Mia said, pointing at Yusuf Zuck.
"Ha," Fatty Ma laughed, looking gratefully at Yusuf Zuck, "Little brother, nothing needs to be said."
Yusuf Zuck gave a bitter smile and shook his head. Mia really knew how to handle things, a single sentence "She’s taking orders from him now" had misled Fatty Ma into thinking it was all arranged to help him.
Mia wanted Fatty Ma to remember this favor she did for him.
Of course, Yusuf Zuck didn’t clear up the misunderstanding, after all, Mia was looking out for his best interests.
The three of them didn’t drink much, but they did eat a lot. In less than an hour, Fatty Ma paid the bill, and then the three of them went their separate ways.
After returning to Ruth Wilcox’s villa, Yusuf Zuck and Mia each took a quick shower, and then headed out to the yard. In the garden, there was a swing set, and Mia, dressed in pajamas, sat on it swinging back and forth, bored.
Yusuf Zuck, meanwhile, was outside hosing down his car in the yard.
That’s right, in the middle of the night, this guy, unable to sleep, started washing his car.
"Mia, what is an investment advisor?" After washing the car, Yusuf Zuck dragged over a chair and sat beside the swing set.
"Investment advisor?" Mia asked, perplexed, "Why are you asking?"
"I’m just asking," Yusuf Zuck said, shaking his head.
Mia thought for a moment and said, "An investment advisor is someone who works in investment and financial management. They’re professional and can give you investment advice to help you reach your financial goals."
"Oh, then what about an investment broker?" Yusuf Zuck continued to ask.
"An investment broker is someone active in the financial markets. You give them your money, and they can help you speculate, buy funds for you, invest for you. But many investment advisors also work as investment brokers. There’s a lot of them. Are you looking for one?"
"I’ve been thinking about it!" Yusuf Zuck nodded.
"Give it up, your little bit of money is nothing, and you’re talking about investment brokers..." Mia said sarcastically. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI~Fire.net
"I may not have much money now, and I’m still dealing with a famine, but that doesn’t mean I won’t have money in the future, right? What if in a few years, I have hundreds of billions, then I will need an investment broker, right?"
"Hundreds of billions? You would need an investment team for that, people dedicated to managing your finances. But I’m curious," Mia looked at Yusuf Zuck, "I can see a firm belief in your eyes. When you talk about hundreds of billions, it’s not longing but seriousness, as if you could really make that much. Can you tell me where that confidence comes from?"
"You, haha," Yusuf Zuck teased, "If I were to kidnap you, do you think I could get a hundred billion in ransom?"
"You could try," Mia said nonchalantly.
"Seriously though, where can I find a trustworthy investment advisor?" Yusuf Zuck asked, looking at Mia.