One hundred and twenty thousand. Father's surgery expenses. Jiang Yizhou was the only bargaining chip in his life that he didn't bet on.
He was born again. With a pair of eyes that can see the winning rate.
Cotton: 91%. Gold: 87%. Bitcoin: 95%.
He is full, stud, and never misses.
But in his left pocket, he always kept a deposit certificate worth 120,000 yuan.
That was my father's surgery fee. He can't be beaten to death.
Later, he sold Chinese photoresist to Yokohama.
Put Chinese trendy toys on the shelves of Paris,
Send Chinese chip tools to German factories.
Someone is short selling and he is protecting the market.
Someone is building a wall, he is building a bridge.
A person stands on the card table, facing the hesitation of the whole world.
Many years later,
Mother dug out the yellowed deposit receipt from the depths of the cabinet:
"Mom kept it for you."
With 120,000, he won an empire by gambling.
But what made him win his whole life was the piece of paper that his mother had saved for ten years and was unwilling to touch.
Your winning rate in life never depends on gambling. But how many people you let win will determine your winning rate.
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