It was a new week, and before 8:30 a.m. on Monday, Xia Hongjuan and Zheng Lei came with their notes to check in.
Seeing them, Han Lie had an "I expected this" look and casually showed concern, "Didn't sleep well?"
Feeling embarrassed, Zheng Lei scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly.
"How could I have slept well!"
Xia Hongjuan was even more amusing, "I chatted with Ting Fang and the others until past midnight. They asked why I was so excited, and I couldn't tell them. I nearly exploded holding it in..."
To this, Han Lie was quite forgiving.
"It's fine, it's only 30 million. The intensity of your trades won't be too high, so a little less sleep won't affect you."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The two nodded eagerly and started to prepare.
The preparations weren't actually that laborious—just getting the software's split-screen settings right, like Han Lie did, followed by familiarizing themselves with the accounts they were assigned. It was quite simple.
