"Oh?" The woman narrowed her eyes, and her gaze fell on Qin Luo: "This is Qin Luo, I haven't seen it for many years, it's all this tall."
"Auntie in a long time." Qin Luo smiled and nodded.
"By the way, Qin Luo, I heard that you have become a professor at Yan University?"
"Well, good luck."
"Professor's salary should be very high?" Fu Guizhi asked tentatively.
"Seven or eight thousand." Qin Luo smiled.
Strictly speaking, the salary of professors is not high, and the basic salary is only a few thousand yuan. If bonuses are added and some research subsidies are added, 200,000 yuan a year is not a big problem.
7,8 thousand? The salary of a professor is only seven or eight thousand?
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Fu Guizhi's mouth suddenly raised a disdainful smile.
He turned to look at Pan Zhenkun behind him, and said, "It seems that the professor's salary is not very good, and he earns more without clouds."
"No, I thought the professor's salary would be very high." While speaking, Pan Zhenkun's gaze fell on Qin Luo, with a "kind" smile on his face and said: "Qin Luo, why don't you just say it? If you lose your job, you can run errands for your cousin. Not to mention making a lot of money, but you can earn ten to twenty thousand a month."
"It makes more money than what professor you are."
resign?
Hearing Pan Zhenkun's words, Qin Luo almost couldn't help laughing. Could there be words more funny than this?
From an academic perspective, professors are the backbone of the academic circle and enjoy the courtesy of all academic circles.
From the perspective of society, professors, as teachers of teaching and educating people, have a very high performance in society.
From the perspective of making money, professors only need to write papers once they are published in SIC magazine, they will get a lot of money. If the quality of the paper is better, they can even be nominated for some awards.
When the time comes, money will not be rolling in.
If a good professor doesn't do it, go help you run errands?
Do you think you are the Jade Emperor, or the Heavenly King Laozi?
"No, I am very satisfied with my current job." Qin Luo squinted and smiled.
"Xiao Luo, your uncle like this will have to say a few words about you. As a person and a man, you must be self-motivated." Pan Zhenkun looked at Qin Luo and said earnestly, "Now listen to the salary of seven or eight thousand. It looks good, but what will you do in the future? You will buy a house and a car in the future."
"Your salary is not enough to exchange for mortgages and car loans! Listen to my uncle's words, don't put hope on salary, because the rate of increase in salary will never be as fast as that of housing price."
His speech was long and earnest, and if it weren't for the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, Qin Luo would have an illusion of endless gratitude.
Unfortunately, that smile of disdain betrayed Pan Zhenkun's true thoughts.
Qin Luo's eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled: "Uncle, how much money does my cousin earn in a year?"
"Three to four hundred thousand." Pan Zhenkun said proudly.
As a post-ninety person, Pan Yun, who has just turned 23, can have an annual salary of 300,000 to 400,000 yuan, and can already crush 99% of his peers.
"Oh, it's about the same as the money I paid to buy gifts for my parents." Qin Luo said with a blank expression on his face.
Quiet, deadly quiet.
Whether it was Fu Guizhi or Pan Yuncai and his son, they seemed to be caught by a fishbone.
There was no sound at all.