Early December.
"It worked."
In the dormitory, Cai Xiaoqing looked at the flashing messages on the computer screen and couldn't help but stretch lazily.
"Can this really make money? It looks like it's going to lose at any time."
She muttered to herself for a while, then the phone rang, "Yes, it's all set, the initial funds have been transferred."
"Uh... okay."
She hung up the phone, and her roommates looked over curiously.
"Xiaocai, what funds are those?"
"Yeah."
"You've been looking really busy lately, you even found a substitute teacher. Is it that clothing company from last time?"
"No." Cai Xiaoqing shook her head.
She opened her mouth, ready to respond. But recalling what Jiang Nian said, she changed her wording.
"The boss bought a little vegetable stall and asked me to handle the financial paperwork."
"Vegetable stall?"
"Are rich people really that outrageous?" The roommates exchanged glances but didn't delve too deeply, then asked again.
