Hearing his rejection, Deputy Dean Qin was still unwilling to give up. "Do you think the salary is too low? The issue of salary is negotiable. As long as you had enough ability, salary is not a problem."
Luo Jingyuan found it funny. "How much can you give me in a month?"
Deputy Dean Qin hesitated for a moment. "With my authority, I can only give him a salary of 200,000 yuan a month at most. If it's any higher, it will have to be discussed by the hospital leaders."
Luo Jingyuan immediately laughed. "200,000? Or a month? Do you know how much this Brother Ye of mine is worth now?"
Deputy Dean Qin was confused. "What do you mean?"
Luo Jingyuan placed his hand on Ye Feng's shoulder. "Don't look down on my young Brother Ye. He is now the richest man in Zhonghai, with a net worth of billions. Do you think he cares about your monthly salary of 200,000 yuan?"
Deputy Dean Qin looked at the young man in disbelief as if he had been struck by lightning.