Su Qing was recruited, bowing to the lure of insurance benefits, weekends off, and paid restroom breaks. But most importantly, there's an eighteen thousand monthly salary—who could resist that?
All Song Jiang ever wanted was to be recruited. What's he, anyway? As for whether Da Huang will feel uncomfortable later, that's not his concern. It's already a mature dog, it should learn to go out and earn a living to support its poop scooper.
As for when the two went out for a meal and settled the bill, they found out that this mere meal cost nearly over seven thousand. For some reason, Su Qing suddenly felt a pang of pain, even though it wasn't his money being spent.
Somewhat baffled as to why it was so expensive, Shen Yi finally gave an explanation—food prices were one factor, the environment was another, and the beautiful service was yet another plus. Haven't you seen the waitresses' qipao slits almost reaching their necks? That's the service charge.
