Including transportation and meal subsidies, the total is four dollars and fifty cents.
Rider took a drag on his cigarette and pondered for a moment, "A raise... Okay, I can offer you fifty-three dollars."
No one said "thank you," which meant they did not actually accept the offer. Rider's brow furrowed heavily, and a crease even formed between his eyebrows.
"How much do you want?"
"Fifty-five dollars, Mr. Rider."
Rider looked at him, his gaze carrying a probing look. "That price isn't available on the market right now."
He had already become integrated into the local community because, in his spare time at the factory, he also took on other orders, producing various clothes and related goods, so he still had some contact with his peers.
Currently, the general salary for skilled workers was between fifty-two and fifty-three dollars, some places even paid fifty dollars. Their current income was actually not low, one could say they were ahead of most people.
