Xu Qing had worked hard since college to finally have the chance to choose the lifestyle he liked.
Worked hard for what?
Xu Wenbin didn't know.
But upon reflection, the fact that Xu Qing had saved so much money quietly was proof enough of something.
There might be a stroke of luck, but that wasn't all.
One hundred thousand, earned on his own for someone Xu Qing's age, was enough to brag about.
Maybe what he said was true—if he got serious, he could do better than most people, but there was no need to.
Choosing comfort at such a young age: was it a Zen-like attitude, laziness, or...
Xu Wenbin suddenly felt a headache coming on, reminded of his colleague, Li, who had quit his job two months earlier. He'd left such a good position and welfare benefits behind to stay at home and trade stocks full time.
Those who liked trading stocks seemed to have something a little off with their brains.
