Dad: Leisurely live broadcast life in mountain village

The villagers were in deep disbelief.

After a while, there was a burst of exclamation:

"The annual salary is 1.8 million. Is this true?"

"Did I hear you correctly? It's equivalent to 150,000 yuan per month?"

"Young man Qin is so promising? Oh my God."

"We stay in Taoyuan Village. We are busy all year round and can only earn a few thousand yuan. This is 150,000 yuan a month. It takes several generations of people to earn it without eating or drinking."

"All of us in Taoyuan Village combined can't make as much as him in one month in a year."

"No wonder Mr. Qin bought 60,000 to 70,000 yuan worth of furniture two days ago without blinking an eye. It turns out he can make money so much."

"Sure enough, things are different after going to college. After I go back, I must let my kid study hard."

…

Zhang Hu on the side was also dumbfounded.

"This is so fake."

"Annual salary of 1.8 million?!"

"Even he can't even dream of it!"

If the BMW 3 Series hadn't been there, Zhang Hu would have definitely suspected that this was an actor hired by Qin Luo to pretend to be 13.

This is the first time Zhang Hu has heard of someone he knows whose salary can be calculated in millions.

Zhang Hu kept rubbing his eyes, trying to confirm the authenticity of the BMW 3 Series.

Suddenly, Zhang Hu's eyes narrowed.

Another black Mercedes-Benz E-Class came from the distance.

It's a bit more upscale than the BMW 3 Series!

Zhang Hu's heart skipped a beat and he thought of a possibility.

Damn it, are you here to find Qin Luo too?

And just when his thoughts were wandering, the people in the Mercedes-Benz also stopped the car, opened the door and walked out.

Wearing a dark gray crisp suit, he looks tall and handsome.

Zhang Hu took a look.

The watch on my hand is worth no less than 20,000 yuan.

But the other party, like Tan Qiao, trotted all the way when he saw Qin Luo.

"What the hell!" Zhang Hu felt bitter in his heart.

…

On the other side, Qin Luo was also slightly surprised by Tan Qiao's handwriting.

1.8 million is really not stingy to give.

However, Qin Luo's current vision is also different from what it used to be. A mere 1.8 million yuan will definitely not be able to impress him.

When he was thinking about how to politely refuse the other party, he suddenly heard someone calling him again, "Hello, Mr. Qin, I am Wang Xin, the head scarf operations manager."

Sitting in a Mercedes-Benz E-Class with Jiangcheng hanging for photos.

And in suits and leather shoes.

When he came over, he even extended his hands.

When Qin Luo saw this, he immediately put away his thoughts and shook hands with Wang Xin: "Hello, you are not here to sign a contract with me, right?"

Wang Xin heard the sound and seemed to know something.

He first turned to look at Tan Qiao next to him, and then showed a very natural smile: "Since Mr. Qin guessed it right, I won't be nagging."

"I am the operations director of Bibo, who is responsible for exploring potential anchors."

"This time I came to Taoyuan Village to visit Mr. Qin, I just want to invite you to sign a contract with our scarf."

Qin Luo nodded and asked: "I don't know what the signing conditions given by the scarf are."

Hearing this, Wang Xin hesitated slightly, and then said firmly: "On behalf of the bib, I can offer you an annual salary of 3.6 million yuan, and I will also give you 50% of the profit share of the gift."

"In addition, we also plan to build you into a tens-million-level anchor within a month, a 50-million-level anchor within half a year, and an anchor with over 100 million fans within a year."

"As long as you join our website, we will provide you with maximum traffic support in the future."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into dead silence again.