"What? Pei Yang's wife has struck it rich?"
"How did she do it?"
"How much wealth did she make?"
The onlookers swarmed around the speaker, all talking at once, eager to hear the news firsthand.
Shen Baolan stared intently at the person's lips, her heart pounding with nervous excitement.
Shen Mingzhu made a fortune?
How could that be possible, it must be fake.
Just as she thought this, she heard the person speak in a mysterious tone, "Last year, the Pei family worked with Fushun Cake Factory on the mooncakes, right? This year, the sales were so good they couldn't believe it, and they got a bonus of 1,400 yuan just from that."
"Hiss—"
The crowd of onlookers drew in a breath of cold air in unison.
Darling, to sit at home doing nothing and still earn money, and as much as 1,400 yuan?
Take our residential compound for example, the average annual income is only five to six hundred yuan, and that's from working dawn till dusk all year long without a break.