Sun Hao did not expect Song Yao to still be able to use him. He agreed happily. "Alright, Cousin, tell me what you want me to do."
Song Yao thought of the other world she had seen in her dream and said to Sun Hao, "You'll be in charge of delivering food. When the time comes, I'll give you a commisson of two cents per order and a base salary of five yuan!"
"That's too much. Just give me five yuan for food and accommodation."
Sun Hao was a little dumbfounded. His cousin was too relentless in spending. One order cost two cents. He could at least send two orders a day, right?
40 cents a day meant 12 yuan a month. Coupled with the base salary of 5 yuan, this was much easier than farming!
However, Song Yao smiled and said, "It's quite tiring to deliver food. Moreover, I don't know if it will work. We'll talk about it when the time comes. But don't worry, I won't let you go hungry!"