Xiaoxiao didn't know any of this.
After he had simply refurbished the Courtyard House, Zhao Tianlei had even less money in his hands.
He was planning to make money.
He couldn't let his wife support him.
"Wife, I will be home late tomorrow,"
Xiaoxiao waved her hand, "Nowadays, it's open for business, you don't need to hide or dodge. How much money do you have left? Do you have enough for capital?"
This man had spent all his earnings from last year on this house.
He probably had at most a few tens of dollars left, right?
"I can contribute two hundred," Xiaoxiao said, pulling out a stack of Union banknotes.
She would need to translate for quite a few days to earn that amount.
But this translation job was indeed really desirable.
"Wife, consider it a loan from me."
"Sure thing!"
Zhao Tianlei then started pondering business ideas to make money.
