"Only five thousand? That's way too little," Zhao Youqian glanced at Xiaofeng, gritting his teeth, "At least thirty thousand."
Damn it, this fucking manager, seeing a pretty face really gets him going, even the stubborn issue of compensation suddenly became straightforward.
"The amount is too large, I can't decide on my own. How about this, I can ask the boss. If the boss takes a liking to them, thirty thousand is no big deal." These two girls, one looks young, the naive sort that hasn't seen much of the world.
One is dressed in country clothes, her eyes indeed bright, but country is country, that innate purity is unforgettable.
Manager Wang took Xiaofeng and Xiaonian into an office, claiming it was for a job interview, then he took five thousand yuan from another office and gave it to Zhao Youqian: "You have to ensure they're willing to stay, otherwise, don't even think about getting the rest of the money."
