On the evening of day 70, the reception room on the second floor of the town hall.
Ren Zhong sat by Ma Dafu's tea table.
Old Ma was in the office hall outside handling affairs.
Ma Xiaoling, with her legs crossed, sat by another table nearby, cracking sunflower seeds while frowning at her tablet.
The back of the tablet was facing Ren Zhong's tea table, so he couldn't see what was on the screen, but from Ma Xiaoling's deeply furrowed brows and the greenish reflection on her face, he knew she was probably watching stocks.
A few days ago, Ren Gushen started advanced teachings, letting her first accumulate experience on her own.
He hadn't asked recently, so he had no idea how his star student was doing in stock trading. Hopefully, she hadn't lost all her dowry.
"How's it going? Is it dropping badly?"
Ren Zhong asked.
