Schiller knew that Harley had always been enthusiastic about forming superhero teams. Her motto was basically, "If other universes have it, we need to have it too." Good or bad, she wanted to put the team together first and worry about the rest later.
Considering that she really was very rich, indulging such a small hobby was no trouble at all. At least right now, Victor's eyes were practically shining.
"Really? As much as five hundred thousand?"
Harley nodded. "Not only that, I can advance you a year's salary to solve your current financial problems."
Victor could not help applauding him.
An annual salary of five hundred thousand dollars was no small amount, especially in the millennium era. Schiller himself only made a few thousand dollars a month. After taxes and insurance, he took home just over two thousand.
After the Pale Rider implemented the new tax law, he would probably have to pay another thousand dollars in taxes out of those two thousand. Even if the shop's earnings stabilized, being able to make three thousand dollars in net income a month would be a blessing from heaven.
If Schiller took on additional psychotherapy work, his annual net income could probably reach fifty to sixty thousand dollars. In the United States, that already counted as a high-income middle-class household.
For a science genius like Victor, earning an extra fifty to a hundred thousand a year was average.
But that money was not so easy to earn. When the economy was bad, clients delayed projects again and again. Two projects from this year might not be settled until two years later, and some projects were simply cut off halfway through.
Fortunately, there were two of them. A household net income of around one hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year was