"What's the fuss about? Do you still want to be master of Master Qin?"

really!

The power of money is very powerful.

Taoist priest Qingyun offered an extremely high salary.

It immediately caused an uproar!

Anyone can say anything.

The old Taoist gently twirled his white beard and was in high spirits.

Full of confidence!

The average salary of migrant workers in Haicheng is less than 3,000 yuan.

He doubled it tenfold.

Qin Yang is not a second-generation rich man. If you don’t believe it, Qin Yang won’t be tempted!

However!

Faced with such a high salary, Qin Yang didn't even blink.

Before he traveled through time, he was a 996 social worker and a coder.

I don’t know exactly how it crossed over.

Eighty percent of it is sudden death!

I have already sworn to ruin my life!

Not to mention 30,000, not even 300,000!

Seeing Qin Yang not speaking, Old Taoist Qingyun frowned slightly.

He said calmly: "Little friend Qin, a salary of 30,000 yuan is not low!"

"If you think it's too low, I can add a little more!"

"How about a monthly salary of 40,000?"

The frenzied barrage suddenly stopped!

In the live broadcast room, all the water friends were shocked by the veteran's arrogance!

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand were added!

Too wealthy?!

Immediately, the barrages in the live broadcast room became more violent like a rising tide!

"Forty thousand! Is the old man crazy?"

"Good guy! This month's salary is almost as much as a year's salary for me!"

"Taoist Master, accept me!"

"The old man is so bad that he launched a silver bullet offensive!"

However!

Qin Yang's reaction was still very dull, as if he didn't hear anything.

He shook his head, "Taoist Master..."

Taoist Priest Qingyun heard the rejection in Qin Yang's tone and immediately interrupted: "Fifty thousand!"

"A monthly salary of 50,000!"

"how?"

Five is the number of one palm.

The old man held out five fingers.

The posture is very domineering!

Everyone in the live broadcast room was shocked again.

I don't know what to say anymore.

Thirty thousand!

forty thousand!

fifty thousand!

The sesame flowers are blooming higher and higher!

This is not the Happy Beans in Landlords, but real money in reality.

If the monthly salary is increased by 10,000 yuan, Qingyun, the master of the temple, will earn 120,000 yuan more per year!

The old Taoist is determined to win, won't he give up?

Looking at Qin Yang's reaction again, it was still dull...

As calm as water, an ancient well has no ripples.

It seemed that to his ears, the fifty thousand was no different than five yuan!

These days, everyone is thinking about making money.

"I just want to make money!"

This is a slogan on the lips of many people.

Is it possible...are there still people who regard money as dirt?

Who dares to say this except Dad Ma?

Of course, Lao Ma is really not interested in money.

This is haha.

The eyes of the crowd were sharp, and Lao Ma was obviously bragging.

But Qin Yang, a living example, was in front of him.

Everyone had to believe it.

Maybe some people really are not interested in money!

Qin Yang still shook his head: "Taoist Master, I'm sorry, I..."

Taoist Priest Qingyun's eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth and said: "One hundred thousand!"

"Little friend Qin, as long as you worship me as your teacher now!"
Chapter completed!