Gao Mu opened the bag with a squeak, took out the big red bag, and slammed it on the counter.

Sixty bundles are not particularly large in size, but they are not light in weight. The straps of Gao Mu's backpack are already untied.

"Six hundred thousand?"

The salesman was so excited that he dropped the pen in his hand.

He knew very well how much 600,000 was. The market was not good now. They had more than 100,000 retail investors here, even if they were VIP customers, 600,000 exceeded the vast majority of investors.

One hand subconsciously touched it. Through several layers of plastic bags, he could feel the reality of the banknotes and smell the smell of RMB ink.

But, isn’t the owner of this money too young?

Could it be that he is the second generation whose family owns a mine, and this money was given to him by his elders to practice his skills?

After much deliberation, I can only put Gao Mu into the second generation of rich people. Only this idea is realistic.

Three times five divided by two, the plastic bag was opened, revealing sixty bundles of cash neatly tied together with a knife.

"If I can trade today, I will deposit the money immediately."

"No problem, just wait a moment, I'll call the manager and ask him to apply for quick activation for you."
Chapter completed!