After Yang Chaoyue happily returned from the "prison" she had been in, she saw Su Huai, and dollar signs instantly popped up in her eyes.
"Boss, is there finally some big gig?!"
"Pfft!"
Su Huai couldn't help but laugh, giving her an odd look. "What's the matter? Is the company starving you? Haven't we always been giving you a living allowance?"
"Two thousand!"
Yang Chaoyue pouted, raised two fingers, and looked utterly disdainful.
"Do you even remember that this is the Imperial Capital? What can you even do with two thousand yuan? I go buy buns and have to rummage through the bottom of the steamer. I wait until the morning market is about to close and ask the owner for the leftovers—one yuan buys three!"
She was truly cheeky.
Su Huai enjoyed teasing her and smiled mischievously. "I remember our cafeteria provides you guys meals, doesn't it? There's free lodging too. If you prefer munching on steamed buns, that's a personal choice. I haven't been stingy with you guys."
