Ye Ting said listlessly, "What's the rush? I'll transfer it to you now."

He picked up his phone, transferred 2,500 yuan to He Xiangbei, and kept only 100 yuan for himself.

"Why is it 2500, not 3000?" He Xiangbei frowned and asked with some dissatisfaction.

Ye Ting sighed and explained to He Xiangbei, "My full attendance bonus was deducted, and the company only paid me 2,600 yuan in salary. I'll pay you back the rest next month."

He Xiangbei glanced at Ye Ting with a hint of helplessness, but didn't say anything more. He picked up the groceries in his hand, turned around and went to the kitchen, where he began to get busy.

After the meal was prepared, the two sat down at the table to eat. Looking at the simple meal, Ye Ting felt even more depressed.

"Sigh, when will this ever end?" Ye Ting muttered as he ate.

Hearing his complaint, He Xiangbei put down his chopsticks, suppressing his anger, and coldly said to him:

Do you think my cooking is bad?

Ye Ting panicked, fearing he might offend his benefactor, and immediately put on a smiling face to explain:

"No, no, the food you cooked was delicious. I just felt that my salary was too low, so I was just complaining."

He Xiangbei's expression softened slightly. He picked up his chopsticks again and asked Ye Ting:

"If you think the salary is too low, why don't you take a part-time job?"

part time?

Ye Ting's eyes lit up. Yes, how come he hadn't thought of that?

He looked at He Xiangbei, his expression somewhat agitated.

"He Xiangbei, do you have any part-time jobs that pay quickly that you could recommend?"

"Quick money-making opportunity?"

He Xiangbei frowned, then seemed to remember something, glanced at Ye Ting, and said, "Yes."

Ye Ting asked anxiously, "What is it?"

"Let's become ducks."