"This year, it went by so fast~"
Little Wang's face was filled with melancholy as he couldn't resist lighting a cigar, reminiscing about the good old days.
The first dividend was $5,728,000, the second was $326,540, and the third was $416,000.
Though each was less than the last, the total was substantial, amounting to $9,409,400 in dividends—the principal had more than quadrupled.
He also enjoyed a 20% management fee income, but now, as Fund No. 1 came to a close, it had vanished like smoke in the air.
It was like a dream, so hard to let go.
Meng Changkun couldn't help but glare at him with a look of disgust, "Don't waste my cigars if you can't appreciate them."
It was really hard for him. He had initially subscribed to seven shares, and the total profit for the year was $65,865,800.
In RMB, that was about 421 million yuan, equivalent to the total revenue of his foreign trade company over the past three years.
