Zhang Yu's words stunned everyone present, including Zhang Yi, who had been heading downstairs to get some fruit and had frozen in place.
An annual income of a hundred thousand yuan, you have to understand that after a year of hustling, he only made about forty thousand, and even that was higher than many of his classmates' salaries.
He looked down on Zhang Yu, thinking that even after working for over ten years, she was still just a university graduate and only earned a salary of sixty to seventy thousand.
Yet now, she was actually making an additional thirty to forty thousand. Zhang Yi felt a bit regretful; he should not have called out Zhang Yu by name that day.
"Little auntie," Zhang Yi was still thick-skinned, greeting her warmly.
Seeing Zhang Yi enthusiastically calling her, she knew this guy was definitely shocked by her income, "Hello."
You don't slap a smiling face, so Zhang Yu also greeted Zhang Yi warmly, "Little Yi."