Period: Stop Making Money, Even the Village Dogs Have Become Tycoons

Chu Yun was reborn.

In this life, he had not only the foresight to predict the future, but had also cast aside every last bit of morality he had possessed in his previous life.

Stockpiling sea salt and selling it at a high price is shameless?

Chu Yun: “It makes money!”

Selling fish that originally cost twenty yuan a jin for 120 yuan is outrageous?

Chu Yun: “It makes money!”

Making sure everyone knows you sell junk is embarrassing?

Chu Yun: “It makes money!”