Ji Qingyan's expression changed slightly.
"He has enough wealth."
"Qingyan, don't joke around. What wealth can a person driving for Didi have?" Wu Yongbo said.
"With Brother Yi's level, he easily crushes him."
"What are you talking about?" Ding Yi said, "He is still Qingyan's friend. We have to be polite when we speak. There are three hundred and sixty lines. Every line has its own champion. There is no distinction between noble and lowly professions. We cannot look down on others."
"Haha, what you said Is right. Although there are no distinctions between noble and lowly professions, there is a distinction between noble and lowly salaries," Wu Yongbo said.
"You have a PhD from Harvard. After you returned to China, you received 60 million in venture capital. A few days ago, you even took out a fully-equipped Mercedes-Benzes G-glass. I reckon that even if he drives for Didi for the rest of his life, he will never be able to afford such a car in his lifetime."
