Transmigration: On the Gossip Front

Song Ziming didn’t wait for Song Qian to answer, and said helplessly: Who do you think she respects?

Song Ziming: Don’t say it’s you; even Fu Jie and I might not be respected by Zhang Yu.

Ah? Song Qian didn’t expect that Zhang Yu would be so full of herself: She—she actually doesn’t even respect you and Fu?

In Song Qian’s mind, Fu Jie was good in every way. She hadn’t expected that Zhang Yu would look down on them, and she really didn’t understand why this was the case.

Anyway, since Song Ziming was on the other end of the phone, just ask. She couldn’t ask Fu Jie; otherwise, he would surely think she was dumb.

Song Qian: Is she really rich?

Rich? Song Ziming actually didn’t want to answer this question. The answer was really hurtful.

But there was no choice—this was the reality, Song Ziming helplessly admitted: Yes, among the projects she invested in, few have lost money, most of them have yielded substantial returns.

Song Ziming still doesn’t understand how Zhang Yu invested, whether there was a criterion; he had received emails about many projects too.

But no matter how he looked at them, he always thought the other party’s projects were not very good—the kind that seemed destined to lose money.