Qian Zhaolin didn't do anything in the office. He kept staring at some red and green numbers on the computer screen; he was trading stocks.
The ashtray in the office was already filled with cigarette butts. It wasn't until the market closed in the afternoon that Qian Zhaolin finally looked away from the screen.
Back when he was still living a life of drinking tea and reading newspapers at the government office, Qian Zhaolin had begun trading stocks. It had already become a hobby of his, sometimes unrelated to how much money he earned.
After the market closed, he gathered the company's employees for a meeting that mainly discussed the wrapping up of the building project and the imminent start of their new project. After the meeting ended, Qian Zhaolin left the company and drove away by himself.
