This translation book company, trying to make a profit, is probably unlikely, unless they cooperate with those publishers. However, Ye Qiu didn't even think about how to make a profit.
"Song Ying, I'll transfer another hundred million to you as funds for the company's normal operations."
A hundred million?
Song Ying was genuinely surprised.
A while ago, Ye Qiu had just transferred ten million to her, and now, another hundred million.
Where did Ye Qiu get this money from?
She could hardly believe it.
After all, she had never seen so much money.
"Spend it slowly, this money should last two years."
Ye Qiu didn't care, his earnings were mainly from early investments for later profits, except for this translation company.
When Ye Qiu hugged Song Ying, she didn't refuse but snuggled into his embrace. She had thought being a College English teacher was already quite good, but now she realized it was nothing at all.
