Li Yuan made two million a month, which was about sixty to seventy thousand a day, and two to three thousand per hour.
Their monthly allowance was only about five or six hundred, or perhaps a thousand for those from better-off families. The disparity was terrifying to even think about.
Li Yuan wasn't just the rich second-generation heir they had initially thought, but a true, self-made, super-rich individual, far beyond the limits of their imagination.
Shen Xiyu said blankly, "Li Yuan, you can earn nearly two to three thousand yuan just in the time it takes for us to have a meal?"
"I see now why Wang Jierong clings to you so persistently. She's certainly playing her cards right," Shen Xiyu remarked.
When Shen Xiyu said this, Ge Chenchen and Gao Xin exchanged strange looks, their expressions growing a little awkward. They both felt that Shen Xiyu's words carried a hidden meaning.
