"Having money would certainly be better, but we're only students." Ling Yiyi said, "All we do is odd jobs. We'll be satisfied as long as we can learn something and earn some credits!"
Pu Songchun nodded languidly, looking utterly indifferent to worldly desires.
The other students around them wore similar expressions. None of them expected any money; earning a few credits would be enough. They kept their heads down and munched loudly on potato chips.
"Don't worry. Your teacher isn't stingy. At worst, I'll fill your credit requirements, or at least give you a year-end bonus of ten or twenty thousand." Lou Jinghui smiled and rose to return to the front row.
After waiting for a long time, the meeting room door finally opened, and Song He appeared!
Everyone's eyes instantly converged on him, filled with anticipation, like a flock of hungry fledglings waiting for the parent bird to feed them.
"Boss, are we getting year-end bonuses?" someone asked from the corner.
"Of course! What did you think today's meeting was about? The main purpose is to hand out year-end bonuses!" Song He sat on the table in the front row and smiled.
A wave of cheers erupted, and everyone's faces flushed with excitement.
"Boss, could the year-end bonus be six hundred thousand?" someone asked.
"Six hundred thousand? How could that be?" Song He asked in surprise.
A chorus of mournful sighs rang out, and everyone looked somewhat disappointed.
"Do I look like the kind of person who's very poor?" Song He asked again.
Everyone froze, then realized what he meant. Was he saying it would be more than six hundred thousand?
The meeting room immediately erupted into roars and cries. The students in the back row looked shocked. Usually, they seemed very composed in the laboratory, but at this