There were no bold proclamations or impassioned speeches—Xu Qing simply said one thing casually, yet the next day, he had already started preparing.
He laid out several bank cards on the table to tally his finances, and altogether, he currently had a little over forty thousand in savings, accumulated since university.
He had no external debt, no negative assets, his credit card had never been used except for the timely payment of annual fees, which made him consider canceling it, but then he thought that it might come in handy in an emergency, so he kept it until now.
Most of the twenty thousand in the stock market had already been withdrawn, with only a few thousand left inside. He had Jiang He to thank for that, the months living here gradually made him crave stability—a very peculiar mindset that by chance, resulted in him gradually pulling out most of his funds in the past two months. The bear market of winter just happened to pass him by, trapping only a few thousand inside.
