There are only four days left until October 19th. Well, more precisely, two days, since the market is closed on weekends. Thinking about how Nie Zhan mentioned he had some money in America, though I don't know the amount, knowing him, he wouldn't speak of a trivial sum.
After washing up, Lu Jiaxin went to bed, and seeing Nie Zhan still watching financial news, she couldn't help but take the newspaper from him and said, "It's late, time to sleep."
Nie Zhan looked at her with a face full of surprise, then quickly turned off the light.
Lu Jiaxin knew he had misunderstood, so she quickly moved to the edge of the bed and asked, "How much capital did you recoup by selling all the stocks?"
Previously, Nie Zhan would have told her, but now, after she recklessly shorted both the Dow Jones Index and the Hang Seng Index, Lu Jiaxin's heart would race every time money was mentioned.
"Not much, why do you ask?"