Rong Mochen's face turned dark!
Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen sympathetically, almost suspecting whether he was really the old man's biological grandson!
"Grandpa, I know you mean well, but I really can't accept this. It's too valuable; it's stressful for me to hold onto it," said Jin Jumo.
"You child, this is money! I've only ever heard of financial stress from not having money, never from having too much!" Rong Zhengfeng said fondly as he firmly shoved the envelope into Jin Jumo's hand.
Jin Jumo felt like she was holding a hot potato, wanting to throw it away. "Grandpa, I really can't accept it; you should take it back."
Six percent of Rong Group's shares...
Although her math was poor, she knew that converting these six percent shares into cash would be an unimaginably large sum.
Why would she need so much money?
It was unsettling to hold onto it!
Besides, she trusted Rong Mochen and wasn't worried about the things Rong Zhengfeng mentioned.
