Zhang Bo nodded after hearing Chu Ning's words.
"We'll talk about renting your fields later. Now, let's discuss salary. A basic salary of 36,000 a year, what do you guys think?"
After Zhang Bo finished speaking, the entire meeting room fell silent.
Chu Ning, who was sitting beside Zhang Bo, seemed calm, appearing like a secretary. In fact, the maximum she could afford was 50,000 yuan. This was only the first round of bidding.
There were already many who were tempted. Compared to their previous income, they were already very satisfied with an annual salary of 36,000 yuan.
However, Wen An wore a displeased expression. He had asked Chu Ning to prepare ten million to sound her out. He felt that eight million should be enough for the initial operation. However, he had another estimation for the basic annual salary of the Qinghe village residents. His ideal value was 45,000.
