บท 888: Things Were Getting Worse

The old man was also very surprised. Although he knew that Xiao Ai's company was much bigger than Wang Yunzhong's, he did not expect that Jiang Chunfen, who was only a department manager, would have a monthly salary of twenty thousand yuan.

It was still 2002.

Wang Yunzhong nodded. "This is only her salary. They calculate her bonus separately. Chunfen can earn more than three hundred thousand yuan a year now. It's more than enough to support her and Zimeng."

The two elders of the Wang family didn't have a direct concept of Jian Ai's company before, but now, they seemed to understand how powerful Jian Ai was.

The old couple didn't know what to feel. Their two daughters and their families went on a trip, but no one told them. Moreover, their trip was overseas.

In addition to Wang Yunzhong's words, they immediately lost their appetite and put down their bowls and chopsticks.