Jiao Man immediately pulled the person up from the ground, "You've worked hard."
"Hehe," he chuckled, looking somewhat embarrassed...
Gu Changsheng understood his thoughts all too well, he wanted money but felt too awkward to say it outright. Rather than scorn such a sentiment, Gu Changsheng respected it.
Those who put in effort, deserved to be rewarded handsomely.
He glanced at the time, then said plainly, "Let's not count eleven fifty, anyone who can make it by twelve o'clock sharp will be calculated as five minutes early. From eleven forty-five to twelve, a thousand for each minute, and three thousand before twelve thirty..."
"Eighteen thousand yuan, what do you think?" Gu Changsheng smiled and looked at him.
What do you think?
How could he think anything else?
Oh my God!
Eighteen thousand yuan, that's four months' salary for him!!
