"Lauren, don't get excited. How much did you just say we made?"

Duka asked while holding his breath.

"12.14 million Finnish marks, 44.72 million lire, 107.4 million pounds, and almost ten million US dollars in other European currencies."

"Wait, you should just tell us how many dollars we earned, otherwise I will have to use the exchange rate to convert."

Duca frowned.

"Haha, converted into U.S. dollars, it's almost 210 million U.S. dollars. However, the exchange rate of the British pound is low at this time. When the British pound returns to the level before July, we will probably earn about 260 million U.S. dollars."

"It sounds pretty good."

Duka raised his eyebrows.

"Haha, it's not bad, it's very good. This time international speculators made about 42 billion US dollars in Europe, and because we started early and were decisive enough, we made 1/200 of it. Among individual speculators, we definitely can

Ranked in the top ten, are you still not satisfied?"

"Haha, I'm not dissatisfied. I'm very satisfied. Lauren, thank you for your hard work and congratulations on becoming a multimillionaire."

According to the prior agreement, Lauren and his team will receive 10% of the proceeds, which is more than 20 million US dollars.

"Haha, thank you Duka. Thanks to you this time, you not only gave me strong financial support, but also gave me strong confidence. You have made the greatest contribution to this battle."

"Haha, don't say that. This time we worked together and won the victory. Let's have a big party whenever we have time."

"Okay, after I finish my work here, we will have a big celebration."

"Waiting for your news."

Duca smiled and hung up the phone.

This time he earned more than 200 million. Adding to the original 60 million, the more than 50 million invested in the movie, and the more than 50 million Cisco stocks, his net worth is almost close to 400 million US dollars.

“Not bad!”

Duca shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the office, ready to celebrate with Monica.

But when I got to the door, I heard Monica arguing with someone.

"Dad, I told you not to speculate in stocks, but you still use money to speculate in foreign exchange. Do you know how to operate it...What? Help the country resist those black-hearted foreign capital speculators? Ha~ That's the job of the National Bank. Hundreds of dollars

In a battle of hundreds of millions, you only have a little money, do you need your help?"

"...."

Duka touched his forehead outside the door. He felt embarrassed that he had won money from his father-in-law.

After a while, after Monica finished the phone call, he opened the door and walked into the office and asked,

"Honey, what happened?"

"It's Lasselli. I'm almost mad at him. In the first half of the year, he said he wanted to buy a few large trucks and expand the scale of the transportation company. I gave him 300,000 US dollars as an investment, but he actually used the money to speculate.

He lost everything in foreign exchange, I was really pissed off by him."

Monica's face turned red with anger, and she kept fanning herself with the palm of her hand.

"It's okay, don't be angry, it's just 300,000, not much."

Duca took the magazine and fanned her.

Monica rolled her eyes at him, "300,000 U.S. dollars is not much? Do you think everyone makes 100 million a year like you? We are just ordinary people, and 300,000 U.S. dollars is already a lot."

"Haha, okay, does Lasselli still need investment? I still have some funds on hand, is 1 million US dollars enough?"

Duca asked.

"No need, Lasselli is not very good at managing a company, and the company is not big. It would be a waste to invest in him."

"How can it be wasted? A family helps each other, this is what it should be."

"Emm, okay! I'll thank you on behalf of Raseli."

Monica smiled slightly, stepped on her feet and kissed him.

"We've all said we're a family, so there's no need to be too polite."

Duka held her waist and took advantage of her a few times without any courtesy.

"etc!"

Monica held his chin with her palm and looked at him with her long eyelashes blinking, "Last time you and Lauren called and talked about doing foreign exchange, did you speculate in lira?"

"..."

"Okay, bastard, it turns out that you defrauded my father of all his money. You bastard capital player, give me back my hard-earned money."

Monica clenched her fist and hit him on the shoulder a few times.

"Haha, don't be angry, dear, how about I treat you to an Italian meal as compensation?"

Duka hugged her tightly and smiled.

"No, no, I want to eat, and I want to eat more."

Monica said angrily.

"Okay, you can eat as much as you want, then let's leave now."

Duca smiled.

"Wait for me to clean up!"

Monica put away the documents on the table and then asked,

"How many liras did you make this time?"

"Uh, not much."

Duka said while looking out the French window.

"How much is not much?"

Monica asked.

"It's... more than 10 million lire."

"More than ten million?!"

Monica covered her lips in surprise, clenched her fists and yelled angrily.
Chapter completed!