Wang wanted compensation, and for Sophia, that was truly a simple matter.
She said without hesitation, "If you get infected, we'll be responsible for treating you and compensate you two million. If you accidentally kick the bucket... your family will get twenty million. Is that enough?"
It was not that she wanted to flaunt her wealth. It was simply that... overseas construction work really paid well. Not just in dangerous countries like Iraq and Iran; even countries with better public security offered considerable incomes.
Take a simple example. Everyone thought flight attendants had glamorous jobs, but those flying domestic routes considered twenty thousand a month a high income. Those flying international routes made, at most, forty or fifty thousand.
But most overseas construction workers earned more than flight attendants, even if their jobs did not look nearly as glamorous.
Sophia's offer was not especially outrageous, but it certainly showed great sincerity.
Wang froze for a moment, then unexpectedly laughed. "So should I kick the bucket or not? Twenty million... you're making this very difficult for me."
Out of nowhere, Kent spoke up. "I can give injections too... if you don't want to do it, leave it to me."
That was right. Although he was a painter, he really did know how to give injections. Some people were simply that versatile.
Wang understood him and could only sigh. "Fine, I'll do it."
Sophia handed him a talisman, though according to Feng Jun, it was just for show. The important thing was that he would protect Wang. Never mind ensuring that he would not be infected—even if he really became a virus carrier, Feng Jun could quietly eliminate the virus he carried.
While Wang administered the injection, Ruth received a call from the Police Bureau. They wanted to learn about the Plague