Tuesday.
The money from selling the stocks that day couldn't be transferred out until the next trading day, so at noon today, Dong Xuebin eagerly used the trading software to transfer all twenty thousand yuan into his bank card. Seeing that Zhou Changchun had gone to the hospital to get medicine and wasn't at the office, Dong Xuebin left work a little early, went to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China to queue for a number, and transferred three thousand yuan into his mother's bank card. He wanted her to live a little more comfortably too.
Afterward, Dong Xuebin took out his phone and called Mom.
Beep, beep, beep. A woman's voice answered from the other end. "...Hello, Huitian Township Middle School."
Dong Xuebin said, "Hello, could I please speak to Luan Xiaoping?"
"You're looking for Teacher Luan? Hold on." Her voice paused, then grew louder. "Teacher Luan, it might be your son calling."
A few seconds later, his mother's voice came through the phone. "...Xuebin?"
Dong Xuebin sat down on a blue plastic chair in the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China lobby. "Mom, you're eating lunch, right? It's nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I got paid. I just sent you three thousand yuan, so go withdraw it from the bank when you have time. It'll be getting cold soon, so buy yourself a coat or something. Consider it a gift from me." Mom had lost quite a bit of money in the stock market before. Dong Xuebin knew that if he told her the money had come from stocks, she would definitely worry and lecture him. He also had no way to explain the rewind, so he simply didn't mention it.
Mom's reproachful voice came from the other end. "Mom doesn't want your money.