Transmigration: On the Gossip Front

Wu Min recalled once again and was certain her memory was accurate. "I heard Zhang Yu mention it before; she said she married a researcher."

"Yes, that’s correct, a researcher."

Wu Hao and the others turned to look at Young Master Chu again, thinking: just a researcher, is that really impressive?

"A researcher with many patents, a researcher who earns considerable annual patent fees—you actually think he’s just an ordinary person."

Forget it, as for the rest, there’s no need to mention it. Even if I did, you probably wouldn’t understand.

A researcher with patent fees? The three of them were stunned. Wu Hao couldn’t resist his curiosity. "So, how much patent fee does he get in a year?"

"How would I know?" Young Master Chu had only recently learned more about Feng Ji’s background, realizing that even the researcher he had dismissed as unremarkable earned a substantial income.

"At least over a million US Dollars. That’s just from the patent fees. As for income from investments and others, well, let’s not even talk about that—it’s even more."

They had no idea that just the patent fees alone had already stunned the three of them.

Wu Hao bitterly regretted, "That’s incredible." Even now, his annual income hadn’t surpassed two hundred thousand, and that included earnings from his side gigs.