Changleju's bright future has little to do with Song Tan; she just knows that Wu Lan is busy until five in the morning and then hastily goes back to sleep for a bit.
This can't go on, selling vegetables is a long-term job, how can she keep staying up late like this?
After thinking about everyone in the house, Song Tan turned her gaze to Zhang Yanping.
Zhang Yanping: ???!
"I'm not doing it, I'm not doing it!" He doesn't rely on a salary to make money, so he has to be firm.
Song Tan didn't say anything else: "Brother Yanping, the commission you get from selling medicine can only be earned once. Now, including the money you make from fishing and your salary, do you even make 8000 a month?"
"What about 8000?" Zhang Yanping is very content: "Nowadays, college graduates, excluding those in popular majors, how many of them don't work overtime and still get 8000 with food and accommodation included?"
