The next morning, Galaxy Securities.
"Manager! Manager! We've got a big deal!" Tony burst into the office excitedly.
"How big of a deal?"
The bald manager nibbled on a one yuan bun and sipped soy milk costing two yuan, lifting his head lethargically to glance at him.
There was no helping it, recently the bonuses had drastically decreased, on top of housing and car loans…
One's economic standing dictates their status within the family, which is why the allowance he got from his wife had also seen a significant cut, forcing him to tighten his belt...
"A 300 million deal!"
"Pfft! Cough cough!" The manager spat out a mouthful of soy milk.
"You... how much did you say?"
"300 million!" Tony's face turned a bright red.
"You're talking about South Vietnam Dong?"
"I'm talking about RMB!"
The manager's breath suddenly quickened.
"Come on, spill it, what's going on?"