At that time, the Virtual Coin was at its highest price, and over the next two months, it would undergo a slight bearish drop, crashing down to seven hundred dollars.
So, Zhou Yuwen found no need to hold onto it and sold it all in one go.
After seeing the balance of thirteen million in his bank account, Zhou Yuwen's feelings were complicated. He had booked a room in the most luxurious hotel in Hong Kong, a place where, despite the rapidly developing economy, the buildings seemed too crowded, nothing like the comfort of the big cities back home.
With thirteen million in hand, he actually felt very empty inside. Temporarily at a loss for what to do, he was in Hong Kong where he knew no one to talk to, and could only numb himself through shopping.
He bought a watch and suits again, and since autumn had arrived, Zhou Yuwen purchased some niche brand woolen sweaters and jackets. The jackets were a bit pricey, costing about thirty to forty thousand per brand.
