"How is the amount of money I make any of your business?" Lin Mo was taken aback for a moment but then responded indifferently.
"It is unrelated to me, I guess you make only a few thousand a month, right? You probably have to think twice before buying a piece of clothing. That's why it's embarrassing for you to say out loud, I can understand that." Gao Junyi sneered repeatedly, full of disdain.
"Hahaha... I thought as much!"
"Young Master Yi is right. A guy as dirt poor as this probably makes at most three or four thousand a month."
As soon as Gao Junyi's words came out, the young men and women around him chimed in, taking the opportunity to mock.
Wang Jun, even more considerate, said to Lin Mo, "Tsk tsk, buddy, how about this? My family's villa is short on security guards. Why don't you come and guard our gate? I'll pay you six thousand, no, eight thousand a month! How about it?"
"Hahaha..."