Jiang Jingchen hadn't studied the salary he would be paid as the chairman of Jiang Corporation.
He turned to look at his wife. "How much do you think I'll be paid?"
Tang Beibei made a bold guess. "At least 100,000 yuan a month?"
"... Guess again."
He figured that if she accepted him as the chairman of Jiang Corporation, she wouldn't be too angry when she found out about his other identities, right?
But he must never let her find out about the lies he had told her in the past.
Tang Beibei frowned. She felt that someone who earned 100,000 yuan a month was already very impressive.
"More than a hundred thousand yuan? 200,000?"
200,000 a month meant 2.4 million yuan a year. That was a lot of money!
Jiang Jingchen felt like telling her that she should add two more zeros to that number.
But he held back when he saw her surprised expression.
"... Something like that."