During the meeting during the day, Wen Ying told him not to give up, saying that his parents might give him part of the dividends. At that time, Wang Shuang didn't believe it at all!
Unexpectedly, he really gave Wang Shuang 400,000 yuan.
Wang Shuang didn't know whether Wen Ying was a fortune teller or had received the information in advance, but his pockets containing his bank cards felt heavy.
Mrs. Wang didn't want to see her son's silly smile, so she snorted and warned him: "Even though I'm giving you the money, you can't—"
"I know I can't spend money recklessly!"
Wang Shuang answered reflexively, fearing that his parents would go back on their word and take the 400,000 yuan back. He yawned, said he was sleepy and wanted to sleep, and ran back to his room.
If it wasn't too late, Wang Shuang would have wanted to go out to the bank to check the balance of his bank card. What if he didn't see the exact number with his own eyes and it turned out to be a scam?
"Your son is really promising!"
Mrs. Wang mocked Wang Jun.
Wang Jun was very calm, "Hey, he's only 19 years old. When we were 19, we had never even touched what 400 yuan looked like, let alone 400,000 yuan. It's normal for us to be excited."
Wang Jun didn't dare to say that his wife was hypocritical.
When Wang Shuang was admitted to a 211 university in Shanghai, Mrs. Wang repeatedly emphasized that the son who crawled out of her belly was smart. Now that Wang Shuang got the money and was excited, he instantly became Wang Jun's son, and seemed to have nothing to do with Mrs. Wang.
"I gave him the money, but he better not spend it recklessly! In fact, I'm kind of thinking about letting him pay off the mortgage himself..."
Mrs. Wang seemed to be seriously considering the feasibility of letting Wang Shuang pay for the mortgage himself right now, but Wang Jun quickly interrupted to save his son: "Hey, come to think of it, why did you suddenly change your mind? Before, you said you wouldn't give him any dividends, but now you agree to give him 400,000?"
What else could it be? Of course, it’s because my son is too stupid!
At today's meeting, Wen Ying could understand Tianjiao's financial report, but Wang Shuang couldn't. Mrs. Wang was angry at first, but then began to reflect.
Wen Ying is so talented, not only because of her innate intelligence gap, but also because of her acquired training.
Wen Ying has been investing independently for a long time.
Even if you didn’t know how to do it before, you must force yourself to learn how to read financial statements in order to avoid being cheated when investing!
Mrs. Wang thinks that if she wants her silly son to grow up, she should let him go earlier and let him experience the ups and downs of life.
I've given you 400,000 yuan, you can do whatever you want. If you really spend it all at once, don't even think about asking your family to support you in starting a business. It's better for you to concentrate on holding on to Xie Qian and Wen Ying, and taking care of your silly son.
But if she hadn't spent it all recklessly... Mrs. Wang felt a hope in her heart: maybe she would have the chance to go home and continue to be a full-time housewife?
Mrs. Wang expressed her thoughts, and Wang Jun immediately offered her the most sincere flattery.
But Wang Jun still had doubts: "Why 400,000? Is there any significance to this number?"
It’s not 300,000, nor 500,000. My wife decided on the amount of “400,000”.
Mrs. Wang smiled slyly, "Because Wang Shuang took home over 400,000 yuan when he transferred his shares in 'Shrimp King'. I'll accept it if he's a spendthrift. After all, it was his own money that he squandered."
Wang Jun sprained his waist because of his wife's behavior.
— My dear, you are so happy! Do you know that your mother is using your own money as a favor?
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