Chapter 636 Is Three to Four Million a Lot?

"Oh?" The woman's eyes narrowed, and her eyes fell on Qin Luo: "This is Qin Luo. I haven't seen each other for many years, and she has grown so tall."

"Long time no see, Auntie." Qin Luo smiled and nodded.

"By the way, Qin Luo, I heard that you became a professor at Yan University?"

"Well, good luck."

"Professor's salary should be high, right?" Fu Guizhi asked tentatively.

"7, 8 thousand." Qin Luo smiled.

Strictly speaking, the salary of a professor is not high, and the basic salary is only a few thousand yuan. If bonuses are added to provide some scientific research subsidies, the 200,000 yuan a year is not a big problem.

7,8 thousand? A professor's salary 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 who was behind him, and said, "It seems that the professor's salary is not very good, and he doesn't earn as much as Yuncai."

"That's right, I thought the professor's salary would be very high." Pan Zhenkun's eyes fell on Qin Luo, and he smiled "kindly": "Qin Luo, why don't you just quit? Forget about losing your job, help your cousin run errands, not to mention making a lot of money, but you can also earn ten or twenty thousand a month."

"It makes more money than what you're a professor."

resign?

Hearing Pan Zhenkun's words, Qin Luo almost couldn't help laughing. Can there be more funny words than this?

From an academic point of view, professors are the backbone of the academic circle and enjoy the courtesy of the entire academic circle.

From the perspective of society, professors, as teachers who teach and educate people, have a very high performance in society.

From the point of view of making money, professors only need to write papers and once they are published in SIC journals, they will get a lot of money for their remuneration. If the quality of the papers is a little better, they can even be nominated for some awards.

The money will not come rolling in by then.

Good professors don't do it, go to help you run errands?

Do you think you are the Jade Emperor, or the Heavenly King Lao Tzu?

"No, I'm very satisfied with my current job." Qin Luo squinted and smiled.

"Xiao Luo, your uncle is going to tell you a few words. As a person and a man, you must be motivated." Pan Zhenkun looked at Qin Luo and said earnestly: "The salary of seven or eight thousand is now listened to. It's not bad, 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 change the mortgage and car loan! Listen to what my uncle said, don't put your hope on the salary, because the salary increase will never be as fast as the housing price."

He spoke earnestly and earnestly. If it weren't for the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Qin Luo would have the illusion of being grateful.

But unfortunately, that disdainful smile betrayed Pan Zhenkun's true thoughts.

Qin Luo's eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth evoked a faint arc, and he smiled: "Uncle, how much does my cousin earn a year?"

"Three or four thousand." Pan Zhenkun said proudly.

As a post-90s generation, Pan Yuncai, who just turned 23 years old, 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 amount as I bought gifts for my parents." Qin Luo said in a flat tone with no expression on his face.

Quiet, deadly quiet.

Whether it was Fu Guizhi or Pan Yuncai and his son, it was as if they were caught by fishbone.

Completely silent.