Obviously, the number Song Xiaogang gave had stunned his father.
His father sat there in a daze for a long while without saying anything. Only after quite some time did he swallow and ask in a slightly hoarse voice, "How... how much?"
For an ordinary person like him, let alone one million US dollars, even one million yuan was an astronomical sum he had never seen in his life!
And that was annual income!
So he thought he had misheard, or that his son was joking with him. How could anyone make a million US dollars a year? It was simply impossible!
Besides, his son had only just graduated from university. He was not some outstanding talent either, merely a self-funded student studying abroad...
His greatest wish had originally been for his son to earn a decent degree, then use some connections to find someone who could arrange a position for him at his own workplace.
With all those uncles, aunts, and elders looking after him, even if he might not achieve anything spectacular in the future, he could still live comfortably. That would have been enough...
Song Xiaogang had known his father would react this way when he named that amount.
So he did not rush him. He patiently waited for his father to come back to his senses before explaining:
"It's one million US dollars. That's the base salary. My total income will be even higher.
Dad, our family will have money from now on. You don't need to keep living such a hard life. You're already getting old. It's time for you to enjoy yourself.
Before, you carried this family all by yourself. You suffered so much to send me abroad to study. Now that your son has graduated and started working, let me take care of