"Shaohua, are you looking at the stock market?" In the dormitory, the boss looked at the red and green numbers on Ye Shaohua's computer, "Didn't you say before that stocks are too risky?"
"I'm giving it a try, what if I become rich overnight?" Ye Shaohua poured herself a glass of water.
Hearing this, the boss's expression stiffened for a moment, then she patted Ye Shaohua's shoulder, "Have you raised the money? I'll go with you after work tomorrow to see your aunt."
The image of picking up Ye Shaohua at the station that day, her disheveled appearance, was still deeply etched in the boss's mind.
"Money?" Ye Shaohua spoke calmly, "I've borrowed it, don't worry."
Seeing her so composed, the dormitory boss opened her mouth to ask something, but ultimately felt it was Ye Shaohua's private matter and refrained from asking.
It seemed strange though, how had an undergraduate student managed to raise such a large sum of money?