Refusing to chat in a quiet place with Dean Zhang already indicates a sense of refusal.
If this Dean Zhang is sensible, he will wisely leave.
"May I ask, is Dr. Zhou's monthly income at Tu Ya, where he works tirelessly, more than 30,000?"
Zhang Mingxing, like other headhunters, first tried to attract Zhou Can with money.
"Sorry, this matter involves the hospital's secrets, so I cannot disclose it."
Zhou Can didn't give the other party any chance.
"Then I'll just say a number! As long as you're willing to work at the Third Hospital, we'll give you at least 600,000 a year." Zhang Mingxing extended his right hand, then raised a finger with his left hand to add.
In his view, hiring a resident doctor-level surgeon for 600,000 is already a sky-high price.
And it really is a sky-high price.
