Shulan really couldn't understand what Fu Dongjun meant.
She was dating Fu Dongjun, but she was still haunted by her ex-boyfriend and didn't really have any special feelings for men. If she could date someone, she would; if not, she would leave. Who would take a man seriously?
Who would have thought that even though she fabricated her identity and only said that she was a partner in the clothing store, Fu Dongjun would still have designs on her.
Shulan couldn't help but roll her eyes, stopped the car, and said to him, "Just tell me, what exactly do you want?"
Fu Dongjun smiled, took her hand, and said ingratiatingly:
"Shulan, you have to think about our future. Money is only truly yours when it's in your pocket. I'm not saying you don't understand social etiquette at all, or that you're too rigid. Who would willingly take a loss to transport goods? With so much cargo, if you manipulate the accounts a bit, you could at least make a hundred or two hundred yuan! That's equivalent to an average person's monthly salary!"
Shulan had never thought of such a thing.
Mandarin has good benefits; her travel allowance is particularly high. At most, she receives a meal allowance of 20 yuan per month from the company, just like Chen Baifu. She is frugal and only spends 10 yuan a month, saving the rest for herself.
She knew her own limitations. If it weren't for Chu Yu, she would still be working as a temporary worker in a clothing factory. How could she afford a courtyard house, a luxury car, and such a large company?
This nobody, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, knows nothing but dares to presumptuously instigate her to falsify accounts.
Shulan said impatiently, "Alright, stop talking, I know."
Fu Dongjun thought she didn't know how to behave; who doesn't falsify accounts?
“Let me give you an example. I’m a purchasing agent at a factory. So many things pass through my hands every month. How could I possibly report the exact amount? Logically, my monthly salary is only 40 yuan. In Beijing, how can that amount of money be enough to live on? By doing things myself, I not only have more rice, flour, and cooking oil than I can eat, but I also earn an extra 50 yuan. Tell me, if I weren’t smart, I would only be able to earn a fixed salary like everyone else.”
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