Deliberately Making Things Difficult

"Mom, the hospital lacks a logistics department. Ask Tingyi if he wants to go."

Lan Tingyun suddenly remembered.

"Logistics department? What does he need to do? How's the salary?"

Zhao Xiumei wiped her tears. Her wrinkled face was full of attention and she looked at Lan Tingyun shrewdly.

"He manages his employees. The hospital's logistics are sometimes very busy and he has to personally handle it. I don't know if you agree or not, but the salary is very demanding. If he isn't late or leaves early, he can earn about 10,000 yuan."

Lan Tingyun made his plan.

"Sure! I'll discuss it with Tingyi when I get back, but you can decide on the house purchase. Your dad's house will be in the hands of outsiders. If you're not an ingrate, you'd better buy it back. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest in peace even if I become a ghost!"

Zhao Xiumei had finished speaking and stood up to add on.