Rong Yan and Qin Ye made a trip to the nearby bank.
She left only a hundred in her passbook and withdrew the rest.
Seeing this, Qin Ye immediately passed over his share, "Wife, take this too, there’s still eight thousand in it."
"No need." Rong Yan could touch the money he had given her before but wouldn’t touch what he was giving her now.
After all, his company needed to operate and required working capital.
"Take this, I’ll soon have a settlement from a project coming in. You know the password." He now always used her birthday from her ID card as the password.
He had seen her ID card, and after he memorized it, he always used that date as the password.
"Really, it’s not necessary. Take it back, I already have enough." Rong Yan pushed the passbook back to him, "If I needed it, would I still be polite with you?"
That last sentence successfully shut Qin Ye up.
He had no choice but to take the passbook back.
Rong Yan glanced at her watch on her left wrist, and seeing that it was about time, she said to Qin Ye, "Let’s go!"
"Okay." Qin Ye followed.
The two walked past a street and then arrived at the securities exchange.
Qin Ye looked at the bustling crowd, not knowing, and might have thought something had happened!
"Wife, did you come here to buy that ’ticket’?" Forgive his ignorance; he really didn’t know about this.
It seemed that he really had a lot to learn.
"Yes." The "Old Eight Stocks" were now up.
Qin Ye gave her a look, then turned his gaze back to the bustling crowd.
Honestly, there were so many people... Did stocks have such a big appeal?
He turned around, determined to catch up on this knowledge.
The longer he spent with his wife, the more he realized his own lack of knowledge and ignorance.



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