408: Huanhuan: I am love-brained!

Eight hundred thousand.

All squandered away by Beatrice Black.

Edward Armstrong cried until he nearly fainted.

His monthly salary was only eight thousand yuan.

With household expenses, it would take him twenty years to save eight hundred thousand.

Now, he was already fifty years old, nearing retirement age.

When could he possibly save up another eight hundred thousand?

What was he to do now?

Edward Armstrong even had thoughts of dying!

Beatrice Black stood up and slapped Edward Armstrong, "Shut up! Why are you crying! It's just the system being busy, just wait a bit longer, we'll definitely be able to transfer the money out."

Edward Armstrong continued to cry miserably.

Beatrice Black then called the financial advisor.

Still a busy signal.

Beatrice Black tried desperately to calm her nerves and opened WhatsApp group chat.

Beatrice Black only knew about this app because of a fellow villager at the factory.

She invested eight hundred thousand.