"I would like to ask, how are the wages of factory workers on our side calculated? I'm going to hire a cook to take some of the pressure off you. ”

"No, you don't." On the other end of the phone, Mingke heard Song Qingyu say a message, and her heart warmed, but considering that she was really a little busy now, she said: "But if you really want to recruit, you can do it, I haven't counted the money here, the prices here are different from those over there, and I haven't calculated how much money I plan to send." ”

"That's right...... Okay, it's fine. Song Qingyu hung up the phone and came to the house.

The woman has already eaten more than half of it, and her spirit is much better.

Song Qingyu asked, "How was your previous local salary calculated?" ”

"It's the same as before, the bottom staff has twenty spirit stones per month."

"Twenty?!"

So little?!

Song Qingyu didn't say this, but his expression had already been expressed.

There are still people who are willing to do work with such little money, and this West Midtown is really a bit harsh.

Twenty spirit stones, usually can't even afford to eat a meal on the street, let alone support a family, it's hard to imagine how this woman and Xiaocheng survived before.

"Sister, I also went to the street to sell some handmade small toys before, and I can also collect one or two spirit stones!"

Xiao Cheng heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but interject, praying for the praise of the two.

Song Qingyu really felt that these people were not happy, a few days ago she bought a car with tens of thousands of spirit stones, but she didn't expect that there were still people who spent no more than twenty spirit stones a month, it was hard to imagine how the weak could live safely in this world where the strong were respected.

"Xiaocheng is the best! Xiaocheng is the pride of her mother! The woman reached out and touched Xiao Cheng's head, looking at him softly.

Xiao Cheng also looked at his mother and said innocently: "Mom is the most powerful one!" ”

Song Qingyu watched the interaction between these two people, the room was full of warmth, she hadn't seen such a scene for a long time, and she couldn't help but be a little moved.

She said: "Now it's like this, I haven't counted the salary yet, but I can assure you that if you follow me, the salary will only be more than twenty spirit stones." ”

"Thank you." The woman was overjoyed, this is already the best ending, she is an ordinary person, she can't do anything, and she has a child by her side, life is not easy.

Song Qingyu's words were like angels, and she was very moved.

Song Qingyu looked at Xiao Cheng and asked, "Don't you plan to cultivate?" ”

The woman shook her head, "I don't have a spiritual root, Miss, you are an immortal cultivator, you should be able to see it." ”

She suddenly thought of something, pushed Xiao Cheng forward, and said, "By the way, Miss, please help me see if Xiao Cheng has a spiritual root." ”

"Okay." Song Qingyu had this intention, so he responded directly.

She walked up to Xiaocheng, and the child was also very well-behaved, standing still and not moving.

Obediently watched Song Qingyu raise his hand to control a stream of aura into his eyebrows.

After a while, Song Qingyu put away his hand with a faint smile on his face.

In the woman's anxious eyes, Song Qingyu said slowly: "This kid has a good talent, wood and earth dual spirit roots. ”

"Great." The woman cried with joy, she didn't expect her son to be able to cultivate, but as soon as she changed her mind, she became worried again.

"Alas...... It's just that my salary, I'm afraid it's ...... I can't support my son's cultivation anymore. ”

"You don't have to worry about that." Song Qingyu said with a smile: "When you come to my factory, I will not only send you money every month, but also receive pills, but I can't say how many pills I have for the time being, and I will do a good job of statistics when the time comes." ”