In the bedroom, Mrs. Lin sat on the bed, staring at Zhou Jiao, who sat down without a word. She recalled seeing Gu Mingzhu many times in the past, and the other always looked down on her as if she were invisible—no wonder she's the spawn of that vile woman, three generations all the same!
"At that time, one US Dollar was equal to one gram of gold. According to the exchange rate back then, 11,300 US Dollars could be converted into 22.6 pounds of gold. I'll settle that 30,000 with your mother later."
Zhou Jiao nodded. She didn't mind, it made no difference to her. She had other uses for that money. As for her mother's money, let them sort it out themselves.
Mrs. Lin painfully counted out a box of gold. The last two taels were grudgingly cut in half with big scissors to make up the weight.
Zhou Jiao looked at the remaining gold with a smile. She estimated the old lady still had plenty. What a miser! Always taking advantage.
