The next day, Xiaodie and Wan Ziqian were both pulled out of bed by Shen Fu with dark circles under their eyes.
He had already done a set of morning exercises, scooped the cat litter, fed the cats, and even bought breakfast back, yet the two were still not up.
"Slept late last night, huh?" Shen Fu set up the breakfast.
"Yeah, we were dealing with stocks and foreign currency," Xiaodie mechanically nodded, "Mrs. Bai actually holds quite a bit of Bitcoin, thousands of them. It seems the price per coin has exceeded ten thousand US dollars now. She must have bought them back in high school when they were just a few dollars each—it's a huge profit!"
Yawning, Wan Ziqian said, "In high school, I had manuscript fees too. If I could've bought thousands of coins back then, I'd be living in a Capital City villa by now. Too bad at that time all I knew about was BYD, not Bitcoin."
