"All my stuff, what about it? Is there a problem?"
"No, but where did you get so much money? You're not some hidden rich second generation out experiencing life, are you?" The drunkard was excitedly trying to sit up.
"Don't move around."
Qing Yi pressed down on his shoulder and continued cleaning his wound, "Don't be so shocked as if you've never seen money before. Any rich person would be willing to pay this much for a treatment of a complicated disease if you asked."
"But that's different, you can't treat complicated diseases, where did you get all this money from?"
"Salary, from Third Young Master."
"Damn, Mr. Jun pays you that much? Then why do I get paid so little?"
"Third Young Master doesn't have that many diseases for you to treat, what do you say?"
"Uh... yeah, that makes sense. But still, your salary is too high."
"In today's first-tier cities, just the annual salary and bonus of a department manager in a listed company can amount to over a million a year."
