Wang Yan naturally declined the kind-hearted older sister's enthusiasm once again, politely.
And indeed, his circumstances were already quite good by comparison. Even if he did not have local household registration, he earned over ten thousand yuan a month, was capable at his job, and had a very stable position with little risk of being laid off. Even if he were laid off, Wang Yan would not have to worry about being unable to find another job.
Here, he was genuinely a highly skilled finance professional. He held qualifications including Senior Accountant, Certified Public Accountant, and Certified Tax Agent. His professional expertise was rock-solid; he could go anywhere without fear.
He simply had not yet reached a senior financial management position. In reality, though, he already possessed the necessary qualifications. Once he took that step, the world would be his oyster, and his annual salary would reach three or four hundred thousand. More importantly, it would open up a path for advancement toward becoming a financial elite earning a million a year.
He had a fallback, he had a future—an undeniably high-quality prospect.
At the same time, he had no parents or relatives. If he married a local woman here, he would practically be the equivalent of a live-in son-in-law. It could not have been any better.
So once the older sisters at work reached a certain age and their matchmaker instincts awakened, whenever they had nothing to do, they wanted to set Wang Yan up with someone...
Wang Yan had not worked regular office hours in a long time, but he adapted quite peacefully.
He handled work, drank Pot Tea, and fiddled with his stock account, picking out a few stocks to make some spending money.
Ten thousand yuan was only ninety-seven limit-up boards away from becoming a billionaire.