Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Lin Siyu asked, “Brother, are you guys at the hospital? How did it go? Are the check-ups done?”

Because she had left a message in the group, Lin Siyu knew that today was Lin Mo’s prenatal check-up.

“Everything is taken care of, we just left the hospital,” Lin Mo replied, then laughed and said, “By the way, little sister, can I discuss something with you?”

Oh?

Lin Siyu didn’t immediately agree, but rather cleverly said, “You tell me first, then I’ll decide if I want to help you depending on my mood.”

“You little rascal, always so cunning,” Lin Mo said in exasperation, “Your sister-in-law has run out of clothes to wear, I’m taking her to buy a couple of outfits. Can you help look after Mumu today?”

“Ah? Run out of clothes to wear? Brother, that’s a pretty lame excuse,” Lin Siyu teased while laughing, “Why don’t you just say you want to spend some alone time with sister-in-law? Would I, as your sister, not help out?”

“Can’t be bothered to talk to you, hanging up now. Remember to take good care of Mumu and don’t let him eat random stuff,” Lin Mo ended the call.

Finding such an opportunity to be alone with Li Jinwen was something Lin Mo didn’t want to miss.

Li Jinwen had also silently endured a lot during this period.

Now that they had some free time, of course, he wanted to make up for it properly.

Lin Mo, holding Li Jinwen’s hand, smiled and said, “Come on, wife, today is ours, let’s fully enjoy our time alone together.”

To be able to cast aside the trivial matters of life, temporarily leave behind her identity as a mom, and spend some romantic time abroad with the man she loved was something Li Jinwen was really looking forward to.

She nodded gently but asked with a bit of worry, “Husband, should we take Mumu with us? My sister just recovered…”

“No worries, you’re becoming more and more cautious. It’s not necessary. Xing Jiang is there; let’s let them get a taste of married life ahead of time.” Lin Mo hailed a taxi, helped Li Jinwen into the back seat, and followed her in, laughing, “Today is just for the two of us.”

“First, I’ll take you to take care of some business, then you think about where you’d like to go. Tonight, we’ll have a candlelit dinner,” he said.

Before, Lin Mo would only watch the rich and romantic on TV shows. But now that he was quite wealthy himself, he certainly wanted to take his wife out for some romance.

The driver asked where they were going.

Li Jinwen translated the driver’s question, “Husband, he’s asking where we’re going?”

Lin Mo checked the time; it was 9 a.m. in America, almost time for the New York Stock Exchange to open.

“Tell him we’re going to the New York Stock Exchange, the stock trading place on Wall Street,” he said.

Li Jinwen nodded and gave the driver the destination.

The taxi started and made its way to their destination.

The two in the back seat held hands, looking at the street scenes outside, laughing and chatting from time to time, discussing their next plans and itinerary.

About an hour later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a building.

The driver announced, “Sir, madam, we’ve arrived at the New York Stock Exchange. It’s right ahead, that will be 72.42 US dollars, please.”

Li Jinwen handed over a fifty-dollar bill, then gave five five-dollar bills and told the driver that the rest was a tip.

Hearing about the tip, the driver courteously got out, opened the door for them, and stood by quietly waiting.

Exiting the taxi, the two surveyed the layout of Wall Street.

In front of them stood the 3.4-meter-high bronze bull statue, often seen in American TV shows and movies, a symbolic structure of Wall Street.

But other than this iron bull, the other buildings looked rather ordinary, and the street wasn’t bustling, seeming rather mismatched with Wall Street’s reputation.

Lin Mo observed his surroundings and said bewildered, “This is the famous Wall Street? How is this any different from the alleys in Rakshasa City?”

Li Jinwen laughed and explained, “We learned before that Wall Street is only one-third of a mile long and just 11 meters wide. That’s all there is. If you want to see a busier area, you need to go to the adjacent blocks.”

“From Broadway to East River, there are seven blocks where the offices of managers from the Rothschild Consortium, Morgan Consortium, Rockefeller oil magnates, Goldman Sachs Group, and DuPont Consortium, as well as the banks, insurance, shipping, and railway companies they established, are all located,” she said.

“However, don’t be fooled by its unassuming appearance; sometimes a decision made here can impact the financial industry across the majority of the planet.”

“Let’s go, that building ahead should be the New York Stock Exchange,” she said.

Lin Mo nodded, and together with Li Jinwen, they walked into the entrance of the New York Stock Exchange.

The interior was spacious, similar to a railway station lobby back home, with huge screens hanging everywhere, displaying data for countless stocks.

Many people were walking around, gathering in different areas discussing stocks, while some tourists took photos and videos.

Besides, there were many traders in blue uniforms assisting people with various operations.

Lin Mo and Li Jinwen, both wearing masks, looked around and Lin Mo said to Li Jinwen, “Wife, ask those employees how we can open an account.”

After a day or two of acclimatizing, Li Jinwen’s way of dealing with things was no longer as rigid as when she first stepped out.

She seemed quite normal.

“Okay, I’ll ask someone,” Li Jinwen nodded upon hearing Lin Mo’s words, and then stopped a female employee to inquire, “Hello, could you please tell me how to go about opening an account?”