"What do you mean, why?" Xie Zhuo took the passbook, opened it, and glanced at it.

"Keep pretending," Old He glared at him, "You really don't know what I'm talking about?"

Xie Zhu smiled and pinched his eye socket. "It's not for any particular reason, I just feel it's enough. This amount of money is enough for us to live on for several lifetimes in Qingshan Brigade."

Old He frowned. "Are you really planning to spend your whole life farming here?"

"What else?" Xie Zhuo said, half-jokingly, "I don't know anything else either."

"You made nearly a million in six months investing," Old He said in a low voice, glaring at him. "Is that what you call not knowing how to do anything else?"

“I was just lucky,” Xie Zhuo said. “I didn’t know anything about this back then. I only had 65,000 yuan. I managed to snag a small company that I’m where I am today. If I had more money, I probably would have invested in something else, and I don’t know if it would have been a complete waste.”

Old He fell silent.

That's the truth.

Investing is about having foresight and a keen eye for market trends, but it also depends on luck. If you're unlucky and you encounter a seemingly promising investment that turns out to be a disaster, there's nothing you can do.

Xie Zhuo grew up in Qingshan Brigade and had no expertise in this area. He was only able to make money because of good luck.

If you're unlucky, all that 65,000 yuan will be gone without even a splash.

only……

He did indeed earn even more respect from him.

Almost no one could extricate themselves as decisively as he did when faced with such a great temptation.

Humans are prone to greed.

Desire is endless.

When you're poor, you want to be rich; when you're rich, you want to be even richer; and when you're even richer, new desires arise...

People like Xie Zhuo are truly rare.

After he relayed the message to Mr. Zhang and explained Xie Zhuo's idea, Mr. Zhang was also surprised and couldn't understand Xie Zhuo's thoughts at all.

I once wanted to come here again and ask Xie Zhuo for his thoughts in person.

Unfortunately, he was busy with other things at the time and couldn't get away.

Xie Zhuo had no idea what Lao He was thinking. If he did, he would probably silently think to himself: "You're really overthinking it."

Who doesn't like money?

However, as the old saying goes, money only truly belongs to you when it's in your own hands.

This one million was something he had been asking for since before the new year, and it only got to him now. He only managed to get it because Mr. Zhang had connections. He doesn't know if it would have been a few million more if the money had been completely wasted.

When he discussed it with Xu Yan that day, Xu Yan probably thought of this as well.

So I decided to get the money first, and deal with the rest later.

When Xie Zhuo returned home with the bankbook, Xu Yan had already started preparing to wash vegetables and cook.