Jiang Changhai nonchalantly said as he crossed his arms, "I can't say it's high, I'm just a worker at a transport factory. The job isn't that great, but you know, I don't rely solely on that salary to live. Each month I can follow our factory's trucks to Haicheng to get some scarce goods and sell them back home. I can make around a thousand or eight hundred a month, guess. It's not much, but it's enough to provide for the family."
Jiang Changhai deliberately downplayed his earnings, knowing well enough that wealth should be kept private. His main goal was to help his wife save face.
"What? You can earn more than a thousand yuan a month?" Big Uncle Su exclaimed in surprise.
Upon hearing Jiang Changhai's income, the other members of the Su family also looked at the couple in shock.
"Changhai, you're really clever, kid. You're doing great in business," Big Uncle Su affectionately patted Jiang Changhai on the shoulder, praising him happily.
