Looking at the bank card on the table, Wu Bin's eyes were bulging.
Holy shit!
So, this bank card has 350,000 yuan in it!
Less than two months into the school year, and I've only attended one class, but 350,000 yuan is already in my hands?
Wu Bin couldn't help but recall the hard overtime work he did late into the night in his past life.
He stayed up all night to help his boss write a proposal, and the next day the boss only gave him a 50 yuan overtime pay.
We're both earning money with our lives, but such a comparison is like heaven and earth!
Wu Bin swallowed saliva, suppressing the desire in his heart.
He said to Xu Wenyao, "President Xu, you're really underestimating me. I'm not that kind of person."
Xu Wenyao smiled slightly and passed over another document.
"This is the quota for recommended postgraduate admissions our school applied for with the Ministry of Education. You remember your first heart attack and hospitalization, right?"
