"If I really made money..."
"You little brat, do you think our family is poor? Don't ever think that way, got it? Your father and I are just used to saving, but we still have some money put aside. Let me tell you, your current task..."
Jiang Qin quickly coughed to interrupt his mother's lecture. "Mom, long-distance phone calls are actually pretty expensive."
"Beep, beep, beep—"
Listening to the busy tone on his phone, Jiang Qin couldn't help letting out a long sigh of relief.
That was close. If he had said one more thing, he probably would have brought on half an hour of his mother's nagging. People of their generation were just like that. They always felt that the wealth in the world had nothing to do with them. They didn't even dare think about it. Thinking about it too much was just daydreaming.
This reminded Jiang Qin of his former manager, Lao Cheng. Back then, he had resolutely quit his job to start a business, only to lose everything. A year later, he had returned to work.
At the time, he muttered the same sentence every day: A person can never make money beyond their understanding.
Jiang Qin's parents were the same. When it came to wealth, they only dared sigh as they gazed at it from afar, never daring to even think about it.
In other words, aside from how difficult it was to obtain their first pot of gold, people who started from nothing also faced the formidable obstacle of limited vision. If you didn't even dare think about it, how could you have the guts to make the money?
"Lao Zhou, are you free tonight?" Jiang Qin called out in the dormitory.
Zhou Chao sat up on his bed. "Yeah. Is there some activity