"You should be content! With the way you are, you'll probably be eliminated after the first round and make a fool of yourself," Meng Xiabing said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Song Qian'ai immediately sat up, her expression a bit spirited, and declared confidently, "How could I be that bad? I don't want to do it. But if I wanted to, I could tackle any job with ease!"
Meng Xiabing scoffed at this statement and replied with just two words, "Ha ha..."
"Hey, that's not the point. That stingy company only offered 3000 yuan as a salary. Do you think my worth is only 3000 yuan?" Song Qian'ai's face showed an expression of distress when she mentioned this.
Look at her classmates and friends around her; whose salary isn't calculated in tens of thousands?
Talking about her salary being only 3000 yuan to others would surely make them laugh at her.
"Hmm, 3000 yuan... actually, it's quite high!"
Meng Xiabing's voice drifted lightly.
