The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 521

Chapter 321 His Salary

Chapter 521 His Salary

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“Doing well?” Donald let out a loud, grating laugh. “How well could you possibly be doing? Better than us?”

He puffed out his chest and crossed his arms smugly. “Listen up. ! make 30,000 stellar coins a month now. That’s 10,000 more than before. What about you, huh? You’re working at some tiny farm like that. Do you even make 20,000?”

The other employees immediately piled on, their voices echoing across the nighttime station. “Yeah, how much could Tycoon Farm possibly pay?”

“Probably not even 20,000.”

“Some people just don’t know how good they have it, leaving a perfectly good job at Seafarm to go work on some garbage planet farm…”

Newman felt his cheeks burning hot.

He didn’t want to talk about salary in public, much less argue with those people.

He glanced at the transit display again. The shuttle bus was still eight minutes away.

Those eight minutes suddenly felt like an eternity.

“What’s the matter, too embarrassed to say?” Donald looked even more pleased with himself, glancing around at the others as if showing off a victory. “Come on, spit it out so we can all get a laugh. You acted pretty tough when you quit, didn’t you? Regretting now?”

At that moment, Cyndi finally spoke. Her tone was calm and cold, carrying an authority that naturally pressured everyone around her. “Newman, how much are you making now? Is it enough to support your brother and sister?”

Her voice sounded casual, almost like she was asking about the weather.

But Newman caught the hidden meaning beneath it.

Cyndi was applying pressure. After all, she was the one who had brought him into Seafarm, the person who had, in a sense, giver him a means to survive.

Newman took a deep breath.

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He was not good at lying, and he did not think salary was something that needed to be hidden. But saying it here, while being surrounded and mocked, felt too much like showing off. That did not sit well with him.

“I… I’m still in my internship period,” he said carefully, keeping his voice low. “So right now I only make 30,000 stellar coins.”

The station went quiet. The smirk on Donald’s face froze as if someone had hit pause on it.

That thick, fleshy face flushed red, then drained to white, then settled into an ugly grayish pallor.

Michael and the others were equally stunned, staring at each other in disbelief.

Cyndi lowered her crossed arms and leaned forward slightly, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

“How much?” Michael blurted out instinctively, his throat sounding dry.

Chapter 321 His Salary

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➡Thirty thousand stellar coins,” Newman repeated. His voice was still soft, but in the sudden silence, every word rang crystal clear.

“Internship? Thirty thousand?! Donald’s voice sirot upward so sharply that it nearly cracked. “Bullshit! What kind of internship pays 30,000? Is Tycoon Farm running a charity now?”

“That is the internship pay at Tycoon Farm,” Newman said honestly, genuinely puzzled by their reaction. “The salary gets adjusted after becoming a full employee.”

“How much after full employment?” Cyndi pressed immediately, a barely noticeable tension slipping into her voice.

She stepped closer, eyes locked tightly on Newman.

He hesitated.

Technically, he hadn’t officially been hired on yet, so he probably shouldn’t be talking about it openly.

But under Cyndi’s blade–sharp stare, and with everyone else holding their breath waiting for his answer, the invisible pressure became impossible to dodge.

After several seconds of silence, he finally answered in a low voice, “Fi–fifty thousand stellar coins.”

A collective gasp swept through the station.

Donald’s face darkened from gray to black.

He wanted to say something. Rough choking noises came out of his throat, but he couldn’t form a single word.

Moments ago, he had been proudly bragging about his 30,000 salary.

And to be fair, he had clawed his way there through five years of sucking up to management and grinding for promotions.

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