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Before he spoke, Zhang Hao was already grinning. Zhang's father looked at him with an unnatural expression.

Crazy?

Can't bear the pressure?

Before Zhang's father spoke, Zhang Hao ran over to look at him, leaned over, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smug look on his face, "Dad, your son sold it and made a profit. Isn't that great?"

"Hahaha."

Chapter 550 The gigolo who escapes from reality (4)

Early in the morning.

Ji Yang hadn't woken up yet, but Xiao Jinjin, who was put in the bed by Cao Jin, had already woken up. She was slowly crawling over there.

She crawled to his side and patted him.

Dad didn't react at all. He was sleeping soundly.

Xiao Jinjin looked up at him, drooling all the time. She stretched out her little hand and pinched Dad.

She pinched the skin and gently pulled it.

Ji Yang, who was dreaming of getting rich, frowned, and then his face began to twist.

With a "hiss", he woke up completely.

Little Jinjin fell down and started to kick Ji Yang.

Her feet were still strong, and she was having fun again and again.

Ji Yang sat up with a messy hair and grabbed her feet, "If you kick again, Daddy won't make milk powder for you."

Being grabbed by him, Little Jinjin looked at him and moved her feet again.

Daddy won't let go?

Her mouth pursed and she cried "wow".

What can Ji Yang do? He scratched his head impatiently and picked her up, "You are the ancestor, you are my little ancestor!"

The little ancestor also likes to howl dryly.

It makes you anxious and worried that she will cry until her voice is hoarse.

Daddy got up and started to serve. First, he changed the diaper, then put on clothes and went to make milk powder.

After the little ancestor finished drinking the milk powder, he held her in one hand and started to brush his teeth and wash his face, and then went to the kitchen to see what breakfast Cao Jin had left for him.

Usually boil an egg, and then eat some biscuits and bread.

Then, staring at the messy head, holding his daughter in one hand, holding a cookie in his mouth, and opening the computer with the other hand.

Little Jinjin raised her head to look at her father, reaching out to grab the cookie on his mouth.

"Crack, crack." Ji Yang's lips moved, took a few bites quickly, and ate all of them into his mouth, chewing.

"Hmm." Little Jinjin blinked, and didn't see the cookie on her father's mouth. She moved and stretched out her hands to Ji Yang's mouth.

Ji Yang looked down at her.

She spoke in bird language, as if trying to pry open his mouth. Ji Yang continued to chew and then swallowed it.

Little Jinjin's chubby hand was about to reach in and take the cookie out of her father's mouth.

Ji Yang opened his mouth, "What are you doing? Sit down, Dad is working."

"x-on:#￥..." She stared, and insisted on reaching her hand in. Ji Yang stared at her, suddenly opened his mouth, bit his upper and lower teeth, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.

Make a sound.

Little Jinjin seemed to be stunned for a moment, looking at her father.

"Aren't you afraid of being bitten by me?" Ji Yang looked at her seriously, and said a little seriously, biting his teeth again, "Put it in, Dad will bite you."

Xiao Jinjin tilted her head, Ji Yang also looked at her, and then quickly raised a small hand.

"Pah!"

Slapped him on the mouth.

Ji Yang: "..."

Before he could react, Xiao Jinjin raised her other hand and slapped him on the mouth again.

Bad dad.

Hid the cookies.

Ji Yang lowered his eyes to look at her, she stared with big eyes, and her hands moved away and slapped again at the same time.

"..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Then, Xiao Jinjin smiled with her eyes and opened her mouth. Her little milk teeth had just grown a little bit.

Ji Yang sighed and looked back at the computer.

Messages from the public account came one after another.

Some people said that the funds they bought with him had risen, and some were hesitant and wanted to ask if he was really reliable. However, the one who sent the most private messages was a person named "Zhang Jia Gongzi".

More than twenty messages were sent.

The first few comments were all "Aaaaa", "Yaaaaa", "It really fell"...

Then he posted another sentence, "Accept my knees."

You can imagine that he was as happy as a fool.

At the end, he asked, "What fund do you think should be invested in next? The kind that will rise sharply."

Ji Yang ignored him and opened the post.

He had a hunch that the Changsheng Index would plummet before, and he had mentioned this issue in several answers, with reason and evidence. His guess was that it would fall this month.

Before that, he said that the Jian'an Index would rise.

All correct.

When I woke up today, I saw that this topic was on the hot search, and his answer became a high-praise answer. So far, 150,000 people have liked it.

The number of fans of the public account suddenly increased by nearly 20,000.

The number is still rising.

After reading it, Ji Yang paused for a while before replying to ‘Young Master Zhang’, “There are no funds that have risen sharply. My investment goal is to increase by 10% to 15% in three to five years, with guaranteed returns.”

This return is enough. After all, the returns of ordinary bond funds are mostly only 2% to 3%. If you want to protect your capital, it is difficult to buy a fund with a 5% return.

Zhang Hao was scratching his head and typing quickly, “No, if this happens, I will have to go home and inherit the family business.”

“How much did the great god invest?”

Ji Yang changed his hand to hold his daughter and calmly typed two words, “3,000.”

Zhang Hao thought he had read it wrong and quickly replied, “30 million?”

Such a great man must be very rich, right?

“3,000 yuan.” Ji Yang replied.

Zhang Hao dropped his jaw in shock. He thought Ji Yang was fooling him for a moment, then asked, "Where is the master working? Can we make friends?"

"I'm at home taking care of the kids."

When Zhang Hao saw this, he understood. It turned out to be a master who was tied down by a child. No wonder he had no money to invest. He had to make friends with the master before he became famous.